#The only potential idea I have is that OC is a human

[levshany]

Feel free to ignore this ask if it makes you uncomfortable. I've gone through all your posts of Belos/Philip and I really like the way you draw and write him. In the process I have also begun to think of him in a more lighthearted characteristic, with ideas of my own about him. However during most of my time as an owl house fan I've held great dislike towards him because of his actions as a villain, and now I find it hard to reconcile my predisposed idea of him as an evil emperor with my newfound perspective of seeing him as a funny weirdo grandpa.

I really want to be able to enjoy and maybe even create something out of my newfound liking for Philip, but it just isn't working and I would hope you could provide some insight or advice. I would like to be clear I don't think you are amoral in any way for characterizing Philip the way you do, I'm just trying to get to the same wavelength you are.

I was going to answer this ask the moment I received it, but this question turned out to be more complicated than I initially thought, so I spent a few days thinking about it

You see, the attitude I developed toward Philip is the result of several events that happened to align perfectly. It’s a pretty personal story, but in short: I watched the first season of TOH spontaneously, and I didn’t feel anything toward Belos until he showed his face and started talking about how he missed home. That was the moment I started liking him because he reminded me of Goodwin

Then the third season happened, which traumatized me with its treatment of Philip. I went to read fanfics and met two girls who shared my opinion about Philip and the ending, and who later became my gfs and co-writers. We bonded over our hatred for the original show, and by throwing ideas at each other about aus and stories, we fed our shared hyperfixation. It started to feel like we understood this character better than anyone else, which makes sense because, due to the huge number of plot holes, unanswered questions in the series, and moments we simply disagreed with, Philip became about 70% our own oc in our hands. And because of the colossal amount of effort and attention we poured into him, our feelings toward him became almost parental

In the end, it all became this nuclear mix of sympathy, immense effort to refine and rework the character, personal trauma that turned Philip into my fav. And now I’m sitting here, trying to figure out how to condense this vision into a few takes...

I’ll try! Sorry for all the rambling - I’m finally getting to the point

So, here are some subjective takes on why Philip has "funny weirdo grandpa potential"! remember that this isn’t about canon Philip (because he’s an asshole) and doesn’t imply any romanticization of toxic relationships, proship, or other crap. We’re talking about those qualities of Philip that, in an alternate universe, could’ve been the foundation for interesting and healthy interactions with other characters!

1. Philip enjoys spending time with kids 

It just so happened that in the show, the people Philip spends the most time with and genuinely enjoys talking to are kids - Hunter, Luz, and the Collector. Collie was Philip’s companion longer than all the grimwalkers combined. Hunter is, roughly speaking, the result of an attempt to cope with his trauma. And with Luz, Philip feels a kinship bc they’re both from Human Realm. The mere fact that all the emotionally significant people in Philip’s life are kids gives me a huge foundation to develop their relationships as a found family

2. A sneaky little cookie

Philip is a smart and sneaky cookie - he was smart enough to deceive the entire Boiling Isles, and he fools the kids more than once or twice. In my ideal world, where only ponies live, he could use his intelligence for harmless mischief - be a trickster who plays pranks on the kids, but in a friendly way! That’s what he does in Hamayun and Shadow House aus

3. The desire to be loved and to love, or found family therapy 

Continuing the theme of emotional connection with kids, Ludwig has a wonderful drabble called "Golden Family," where none of the grimwalkers betray Philip, but he just couldn’t stop at one golden head. He kept making more until there were about a hundred fluffy golden heads in the castle! And these grimwalkers, with their genuine love and desire for their uncle’s attention, became a form of therapy for Philip. As a child, he wished Caleb would pay more attention to him, and now he sublimates that into caring for his nephews. This therapy ultimately softens his personality and erases his hatred for witches! 

In "The Axe" (I feel like a scholar citing my own works and those of my colleagues), Philip creates Hunter because, despite Caleb being nearby, Philip isn’t satisfied with his company - the idealized image he built in his head during their separation shattered against the real Caleb, who was cold and bitter toward him. Philip needed unconditional love. He needed someone to love and live for. And he created Hunter so he wouldn’t hang himself in his own workshop (not so "funny weirdo grandpa" moment, yet very impactful)

4. Philip values family 

Just appreciate the fact that Philip went through literal hell (a world full of creatures he was told horror stories about as a child) to find his brother?? Isn’t that selfless??? Isn’t that a story about love and the importance of family??? Yes, it ended badly, BUT SOMEWHERE IN ANOTHER UNIVERSE, PHILIP COULD’VE SACRIFICED HIS OWN LIFE FOR HIS FAMILY, U KNOW?

5. He’s just cool. All kids (me (even if I’m not a kid)) want a cool grandpa like that 

Have you seen how Hunter looks at Philip? I just want the same thing, but without the toxicity - I’m not a big fan of spicy food, thanks

As you can see, my point is - Philip has a ton of qualities that, under different circumstances, could’ve made him that "weird but nice grandpa." Yes, some of them developed because of trauma, BUT YOU GET WHAT I MEAN. This whole text can be summed up as: "Philip could’ve been a funny weirdo grandpa if his life hadn’t gone to shit". he could have been a good person.. he could have been a hero. it's just- something went really wrong at some point

I really hope I managed to answer your question - thanks for asking it! I had a lot of fun thinking about this topic and responding to it >< good luck with your art and ideas!!✨💕

[ozzgin]

Hello everyone, I thought I'd compile a proper intro for my Patreon page, so you have a better idea of what I post over there!

Without further ado, here's a list of content you will find for the only existing tier of one (1) buckaroo dollar:

Monster HOEtel Comic: A smutty, humorous 3-panel comic that comes out every other week, following your adventures as the only human employee at a monster hotel!

Comes with plenty of new characters that only exist in this universe

Holiday features

Exclusive Stories: Blurbs, lore, and headcanons for the exclusive characters, or standalone stories involving OCs or generic monsters.

Aquarium Hybrids x Reader [NSFW Continuation] Yandere!Monster Band x Reader Yandere!Monster Researcher x Reader Monster Streamer x Reader Various Monsters x Reader who ranks their partners Alien (Toby) x Reader Smut Monster Hotel: Room Types Monster Hotel: Daddy Potential Monster Hotel: Date Ideas Monster Hotel: Handing them your underwear in public Monster Hotel: NSFW Headcanons

NSFW/Exclusive Art: All my NSFW doodles go here! Weekly drawings featuring a monster or yandere character, as well as other tomfoolery that's not safe for Tumblr.

Puppy Hybrid Official Art & Intro Puppy Hybrid Valentine's Day Card NSFW Puppy Hybrid x Reader NSFW Puppy Hybrid Merman AU NSFW [Art + Story] Yandere Nymphs x Reader NSFW Zzy Valentine's Day Card Zzy x Reader NSFW Tarantula Hybrid NSFW Comic Hare Hybrid NSFW [Art + Story] Shark Hybrid NSFW [Art + Story] Eldritch Tentacle Monster x Reader NSFW [Art + Story] Plant Monster x Reader NSFW [Art + Story] How to Hold your Human Guide NSFW Pyramid Head Dakimakura Design NSFW

Free Adoptables: Sometimes I design or recycle characters that I may offer for adoption, like these underwater hybrids.

Early Access: Sometimes I post my WIPs or stories/doodles here before sharing them on Tumblr; in case you want to see some content ahead, or get a glimpse into what I'm currently working on

Project Updates: In the future I will be posting updates and additional content for whatever projects I'm working on (eg. games)

Polls & member input: Get to choose comic features, art, and special stories through community polls and comments! I also take monthly requests from members which become either Patreon-exclusive or Tumblr early access.

[grimlers]

OUTLAST OC POSTING

Leopold Dalton - Murkoff Scientist at Sinyala facility

Backstory and how he got to working at Murkoff:

Leopold was born in America into a relatively wealthy family in 1921, he was a very isolated child as he chose to focus more on studying and also had an unnerving aspect to him even as a child to both children his age and adults because of his weird obsession with the medical field.

He left to go study in Britian when he came of age. He got his PhD and became a certified neurologist and moved back to America for work.

Leopold became a respected neurologist studying brain trauma and memory loss, but after an experimental surgery on a patient that went wrong and resulted in a lawsuit and loss of his medical license, he was left disgraced.

He didn't have a job but still tried carrying on his work with the limited resources he had, using animals or 'volunteers' who were usually desperate people in severe poverty where necessary, keeping extensive notes on his progress and making many papers he tried to get published but had a hard time since medical journals wouldn't publish him because of his reputation. After a while he was able to find a small medical journal and they agreed to work with him, only to have his work critiqued harshly, leaving his already ruined reputation even more ruined.

Some higher ups at Murkoff however saw the paper and potential he had and offered him a position at the Sinyala facility where he was free from ethical constraints and he quickly got interested with Easterman's proposed idea of rebuilding a person's entire mind. He would develop methods of psychological torture, extremely fascinated by how fear shaped the human psyche.

Some notes about him and his personality:

He rarely speaks unless necessary but when he does his words are chosen carefully, often with veiled threats. He is very meticulous in his work, constantly checking it over and over again but refuses peer review, he takes criticism very badly. He hates rejection or failure.

He prefers working alone and if forced to work in a team will still try and work alone, refusing to show what he's doing or share ideas until he's done and finalised them, and or will attempt to take over the project entirely acting very harshly because he believes people work better under pressure. Either way in group projects he's a pain to work with.

He takes his work very seriously, usually planning his entire week out and every hour of every day, he is extremely peeved by those who aren't organised and cause him delay, although if he gets too invested in a certain aspect of work he will end up abandoning everything else he had planned until he has finished, not caring if it is affecting others.

Leopold really believes in a 'need to know' basis, not because of privacy, but because of when he shared his work in a journal before Murkoff and he got so much backlash and humiliation.

He also has a Transatlantic accent because of his time in Britian.

I'm still working on him, this is more of a dump of my main ideas for him but things may change later on.

The reference image I used for the art peice is on my TT @/rickwasps

[quietplace26]

Here's another take on @arn9tails's Soulmate au idea. This time for Neuvillette AND Furina.

I'm using my Streamer!MC who's a singer from my Neuvillette post, but this time throwing in MC's Male!BF as well. He'd be Furina's soulmate.

Also going with the idea neither Neuvillette or Furina ever stumbles across MC on the internet in this au, so they had no clue about her or her connection with Neuvillette.

Warnings: OCness, and of course cringe

Soulmate au. Where your Soulmate's voice can resonate with your soul mark over your heart, signaling that they were your soulmate. These types of soul mates are call Soul-Hearts

Neuvillette & Furina

Basically, I was thinking of a Singer!MC and Male!BF who already knows who their soulmates are.

It's hard not to know when you play Genshin as much as the two of them did.

(Side note, they did consider the potential of the voice actors of these characters being their soulmates, but with fear of making themselves out as creeps and crazy fans if they tried contacting the voice actors for answers, they decided it wasn't worth the risk.)

Still, it was a shock when MC's soul mark burned when the Traveler and Paimon first met Neuvillette and heard the mysterious man speak.

Male!BF wasn't much different, though his reaction was a bit more sour.

Like he couldn't believe this bratty and arrogant woman was his Soul-Heart! Seriously?!

But that sourness changes to something lighter as he and MC eventually reach the end of the Fontaine Archon quest.

And after that, Male!BF just wanted bundle up his Soul-Heart in blankets, hug her, and feed her some delicious cookies because she deserved it after 500 years of loneliness.

To put bluntly, man becomes a total Furina simp and he has absolutely no shame about it

And MC wasn't much better. She was a bit weary of Neuvillette at first, but realizing how deep and emotional this man, this DRAGON was, well why wouldn't she fall for such a gentle Soul-Heart.

But then there's the elephant in the room...

By that, I mean both Neuvillette or Furina... weren't real.

This of course upsets the friends as they could feel their soulmate marks burning, and knew the marks wouldn't stop burning until they themselves talked to their destined Soul-Hearts... which of course will never-

Cut to the moment news gets out that the seven nations of Teyvat suddenly spawned in existence on Earth and Male!BF was immediately plotting like an evil villain on how to get to Fontaine.

But MC on the other hand, while just as excited as her best friend, was starting to have second thoughts...

Compared to the Teyvatians, which the duo learned were actually GIANTS compared to regular earth humans, both MC and Male!BF were nothing but the run of the mil earthling humans.

MC was normal college student trying to make ends meet with Male!BF. Besides the YouTube account she had where she and Male!BF posted their musical projects; they weren't that special.

Would Neuvillette, the Hydro Sovereign reborn, care for a bring who was not only from a different world and human, but also tiny as his soulmate?

He was a DRAGON, of course not-

Male!BF then calls her out on her self depressing bullshit as he tossed bag at her, telling her to start packing.

Male!BF: "Pack your things, girlie. Me and you are going to go bag our husband and wife whether you like it or not!"

As it would turn out, Male!BF had the perfect plan to get into Fontaine, and, as he said, 'bag our hubby and wifey'.

He pulls up a website that was all about news from Teyvat and there, right under Fontaine, was an add about a music festival... a festival where Earthling humans were invited to enter.

Apparently, it was Furina's idea as she wanted her nation to feel more welcoming and safer for Earthlings in general.

Which considering some of the horror stories and rumors MC had been hearing recently of how Earthlings were treated in other Teyvatian nations, she hoped it was true...

Cut to a couple of weeks later, and both MC and Male!BF were in Fontaine along with the other Earthlings that sighed up for the festival as well.

Currently you all were backstage in the Opera Epiclese, waiting for the competition to begin, and MC was nervously fiddling with the sleeves of her dress as she and Male!BF waited their turn to go on stage.

(MC's dress is either this or this, and Male!BF is wearing this but imagine the Hydro symbol somewhere on his jacket.)

Male!BF gives her an encouraging look, whispering how they were going to definitely knock the socks off their soulmates once they hear them sing.

It didn't matter if they win or lose this competition. Only that their Soul-Hearts knew they existed. That they were HERE.

And finally, when it was their turn, MC and Male!BF walk out on stage, hand in hand. The two of them nervously grip each other's hands as their gazes immediately lock on to their soulmates.

Neuvillette had the usual blank but serious expression on his face, while Furina on the other hand looks on with somewhat bored interest. Seems like none of the other Earthlings caught the starlight's attention.

But oh boy, both the Sovereign and former Archon's attention are quickly grabbed once the two newest Earthlings began to sing a duet. (The song can be whatever you want, but I thought these two were good ones. Song1, and Song2.)

Cut to after the song finishes, and Furina was already bouncing down the aisle towards the stage with an almost painful look of hopeful longing on her face as Neuvillette followed close behind with the same expression.

Male!BF was already at the edge of the stage, meeting Furina halfway as he giddily starts to playfully serenade the former Hydro Archon with a song that complimented her beauty.

And yes, he made that song just for her, his Soul-Heart. Simp.

Once close enough, MC's cheeky friend was all like, "Mademoiselle~" and proceeds to kiss the pack of Furina's hand... Which almost the same size he was.

It made MC sigh in fond exasperation at her friend's antics as she walked up to join him at the edge of the stage.

At the very least Furina seemed VERY charmed by her destined Soul-Heart. The woman was blushing slightly and giggling as Male!BF started letting lose all the compliments he had for her.

And boy did he have a LOT.

Huffing again, MC turns and shyly greets her own Soul-Heart, Neuvillette, as the man finally arrived at the stage... and promptly squeaks as he gently scoops her up in his hands, and speed walks out the room.

...A couple of minutes later, in the safety of Neuvillette's office in the Palais, MC was found giggling up a storm as a very affectionate Hydro Sovereign nuzzled his face against her small body.

He was scenting her! And was that a purr?!

To be honest, when he took her out of the Opera Epiclese, MC thought the worst, but as it would turn out, her Soul-Heart was just being possessive over her.

Which leads him to warbling something in what MC could only describe as Dragon Tongue and cuddles the hell out of her as their Soulmate bond clicks firmly into place.

And later that night when Male!BF meets up with MC again, he looked ruffled, and MC was pretty sure he had a big smack of lip-gloss on his face (Furina definitely gave him a smouch) but he had the smuggest look on his face.

Male!BF: "So... Who's gonna have their wedding first?"

[fanfictiongirlie]

Twilight: The Human and the Wolf Chapter Twenty-Two

Click here for masterlist

Parings: Paul Lahote x OC (First person, no use of Y/N)

Description: Bella Swan's twin moved to Forks with her sister. Whilst Bella falls for a vampire, her twin falls for a wolf. The story runs parallel to Bella's story in Twilight. But following her twin and her life with the wolves.

Chapter Twenty Two - I Feel Like I'm Losing My Mind

The next Saturday I was sat in my usual place, Emily's house, except I was with Emily alone. The boys were out doing wolf things. Emily sat near me as we both enjoyed a cup of tea, she was talking to me, but I was distracted today, I was worried about too many things. 

"You're worried about Paul and the others, aren't you?" She asks. My trembling hands put my tea down and face her. 

"A little" I answer with a shrug. Emily smiled, setting her cup down. She reached out, patting my hand gently.

"Yeah, they can. They're strong and skilled, and they always have each other's backs. Paul's gonna be fine, sweetheart. You don't need to worry about him."

As her words left her lips the loud, group of men walked into the door, of course, only wearing their shorts. But they didn't look happy like usual, they looked stressed. They glanced over at me silent for a moment before Sam finally spoke up, his tone serious and grim.

"We need to talk to you. It's important." He says, looking right at me. I gulped, this was the nervous feeling I had been feeling today. 

"Oh no, Sam's using his serious voice" I say, trying to lighten the moon. Sam nodded, crossing his arms and leaning against the doorframe. The rest of the pack waited anxiously, their expressions mirroring the gravity of the situation.

"Let me tell her?" Paul says, he reaches and takes my hand, pulling me with him out of the house. Paul led me into the back garden, his hand gently guiding me away from the house and the listening ears of the pack. Once secluded in the garden, he turned to look at me, his expression serious.

"Whats up babe?" I ask, feeling a little nervous. Had he killed someone? Oh god, had he?

"Sweetheart, we saw Bella..as wolves.. she saw us"

Oh. Definitely worse than murdering someone. Fuck. Paul nodded, his jaw clenched. 

"Yeah, it's bad. We were in wolf phase, out in the forest chasing some vampires and... she was there, just walking around. And she looked.... scared."

"No... it's fine..gods, maybe I should head home..." I mutter. First I was annoyed she was in the woods alone, gods Bella! "She's probably just freaking out"

"I'll drive you there. Just... be careful, okay? I don't like the thought of you in any potential danger." He says sadly, we were supposed to be staying here tonight, together. 

"No..." I say sighing. I couldn't keep my life on hold every time something happens to Bella..."I'll ring her"

"Are you sure, sweetheart? I don't want you to feel like you have to stay just because of me."

"Oh, it's entirely because of you" I say with a soft, but nervous giggle. "Don't lie, you want me to yourself all night"

Paul smirked, his lips brushing against my ear as he spoke, his voice a low, suggestive whisper. "Oh sweetheart, you have no idea just how much I want you all to myself for the night... and many more nights after that."

"I wanna try something new tonight" I say with a smirk. Paul raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. His eyes darkened a shade, his expression turning even more intense as he took in my words.

"Oh yeah? What's on your mind, sweetheart?"

"I'll tell you later"

Paul groaned. "You're a cruel girl, you know that? Teasing me like this..."

"You'll live" I mutter. "Go back to the pack, I'll call Bella"

Paul nodded and left me alone in the garden. I took a deep breath and pulled my phone out, flipping it open, I dial Bella's number. I wasn't sure what I'd say, or what she would say. The line rang for a few moments before Bella's familiar voice answered, her tone filled with a mixture of nervousness and curiosity.

"Hello...?"

"Hey Bells, it's me"

Bella's relief was palpable in her response, her voice a little shaky. "Oh my god, I'm so glad it's you. I need to talk to you."

"What happened? Are you okay?" I asked, knowing exactly what had happened. 

"No, I'm not okay. I feel so... terrified and overwhelmed. I was walking in the woods earlier, and I saw something... something that I can't explain. I can't get it out of my mind. I need you. Please come over."

"Bells, I'm staying at Emily's today, remember?" I say, my voice dropping as I spoke. I was the worst. There was a moment of pause on the other end of the line, and I could almost feel the disappointment and worry emanating from Bella.

"Please, I need you. I can't handle this alone. Can you come home? Please..." Bella's voice sounded a little desperate now, a hint of panic seeping into her tone.

"Okay" I say quickly. "I'll come home" I put the phone down and rushed into the kitchen where the pack all sat. "Paul, uhh Bella needs me home, I'll be back okay?" I say giving him a kiss. 

"Wait, you're leaving? But I thought you were staying the night with Em. Did something happen?" He asks. 

"I'll be back, I promise, we'll have our night together.." 

Paul sighed, but nodded. "Okay, but you're coming back, right? Promise?"

I felt a little bit like a piece of rope, but I tried not to be annoyed by it, I loved both Bella and Paul, I could share my time with the both of them. I promise him and the leave, driving home. Bella took a deep breath, trying to steady her voice. She leaned against the kitchen counter, her eyes looking a little wild.

"I saw something... in the forest. Something that wasn't human. At first, I thought it was a bear, but it wasn't. It was... it was a huge wolf. And it came right up to me, looked me dead in the eye. It was like it was... studying me... like it knew me."

"Wolves?" I question, trying to sound like I didn't definitely know it was indeed wolves she had seen. "Bells, that's...insane"

Bella shook her head, her eyes wide and desperate for understanding. She clutched onto my arm, her grip tight. "I know how it sounds, but I swear to you, I'm not making this up. But I swear, it was real. I've never been so scared in my life."

"Oh.. well they didn't hurt you, so..I wouldn't worry" I say with a shrug. She frowns at my response, clearly not satisfied with my dismissive response to her fears. 

"Not worry? How can I not worry? This wasn't normal. That wolf... it was huge, bigger than any normal wolf. And the way it looked at me... it felt like it knew me. That's not something I can just ignore and not worry about."

"Yeah but Bells, it left you alone"

Bella let out an exasperated sigh, her worry turning to frustration. "I don't care if it left me alone! That doesn't change the fact that it was there, in the first place. How can you be so calm about this? This isn't a normal animal we're talking about. It's not like some stray dog or something."

"I.. I'm more rational than you I guess.. Im sorry Bells.. I.." I answer quietly. What if she told dad...I was panicking. 

"Rational? I'm telling you I saw a wolf that towered over me. How could you just brush that aside and act like it's no big deal? This isn't normal. Something is going on in this town, and you're just... calmly sitting there like you don't care."

"What do you want me to say, Bella?" I asked bluntly. Bella clenched her jaw, her frustration evident. "I want you to believe me. I want you to be as concerned and freaked out about this as I am. I'm scared. I don't know what's happening, and I'm the one who experienced it. It's like you don't even care that I'm terrified."

"Bella I care that you're scared.. and I'm here for you, I left a very romantic night with my boyfriend to be here with you. Everything's gonna be okay, I'm with you"

"I know you care. That's why you're here. But I just... I wish you could understand how scary this is for me. I feel like I'm losing my mind."

"I know, I'm sorry"

Bella shook her head, looking more exhausted than scared now. "No, I'm sorry. I know you're here for me, and I should be grateful for that. I just... I don't know what to make of any of this. I just wish I had some answers."

"Maybe it's a breed of wolf we don't know about..?" I suggest. 

"Maybe... I don't know. I mean, there's no way a wolf that big is just some ordinary creature. And the way it looked at me... like it recognised me. It was strange and unsettling."

"Recognised you? Bells..I don't know..." I mumbled, inside I cursed Jacob, I knew it was him. Idiot. 

"Yes, recognised me. Like it knew who I was. I know it sounds crazy, but it's like... like it was watching me. Or waiting for something. I can't shake the feeling that it meant something." She explained, I nodded, trying to look like I was listening rather than worrying. 

"You believe me, don't you? You know I wouldn't make this up. I'm not crazy." She asks, her tone a little louder than before. 

"I do believe you Bells.. Im sorry, I'm distracted" I admit. 

"Distracted? What's wrong?"

"Nothings wrong" I say softly. "Paul and I were going to take another...uh...step in our relationship tonight that's all"

Bella's eyes widened, a flicker of amusement and curiosity crossing her face. "Oh really? What kind?"

"A sexual kind" I say blushing. 

"Don't apologise. I get it. I feel like a jerk monopolizing all your time like this. You should be spending time with Paul."

"No, Bells. Don't be silly, I'm your sister, I'm here for you"

"I know you are. And I appreciate it. But I also don't want you sacrificing your own happiness for my sake. You should be with Paul. I'll be okay on my own."

"Are you sure?" I ask quietly. Bella nodded, her eyes earnest and sincere.

"Yes, I'm sure. I don't want to mess up your plans. You and Paul are important, and I know how much you look forward to spending time together. Go. I'll be fine."

"Thanks Bells" I say, giving her a tight hug. "You need me though, just call me"

"I will. Thank you. And you... go have a good time with Paul, okay? You deserve it."

So I leave her, and drive back to Emily's. 

Taglist:

@jaybbygrl, @strayteez3staner, @8crazy-freak8, @idontliketoread2137, @bonni-98 @wh0reforbucknasty

[kittycatfite]

Stobotnik fic! It's called "People Throw Rocks At Things That Shine"

I don't have an archive account yet (I am working on figuring out how to) so here you go! I wrote out the tags I plan to put (if people have suggestions for more I will gladly add). Dr Eggman | Dr Robotnik/Agent Stone, Dr Eggman | Dr Robotnik, Agent Stone, Male OC who was created to be a jerk for Agent Stone to kill, Commander Walters, People talking shit about Robotnik, Badass Agent Stone!!, Maybe a little OOC but I am trying my best (God damn is it hard to write Robotnik), Robotnik is an asshole but hey Stone's going to stay, Latte with steamed Austrian Goat Milk, Stone centric (It's from his pov), Agent Stone is in love with Dr Eggman | Dr Robotnik, Dr Eggman | Dr Robotnik has no idea what love is but he's trying, Protective Agent Stone, Possessive Dr Eggman | Dr Robotnik, Title is a lyric from Ours by Taylor Swift, Swears! I put swears in here!, I will get better at tagging this when its actually on Archive, First Fic! Whoop!,

This is somehow 3,600ish words so it is below the cut:)

fic time!

“Don't you worry your pretty little mind

People throw rocks at things that shine

And life makes love look hard

The stakes are high, the water's rough

But this love is ours"

And it's not theirs to speculate if it's wrong and

Your hands are tough, but they are where mine belong and

I'll fight their doubt and give you faith with this song for you”

-Ours by Taylor Swift

Every person who had ever worked for or met Dr. Ivo Robotnik agreed the man was insane. He was a genius, of course, but that genius came with a level of cruelty and brutality that was so extreme it was considered a punishment position to be assigned as an assistant to the doctor. No agent lasted longer than a week before either quitting, being fired, or experiencing an injury so badly that they were unable to continue working. (The best record for being fired the quickest was 13 minutes and 37 seconds) Sometimes an agent would come along, someone slightly smarter than the rest, that had quick reflexes, or knew how to keep their mouth shut. Those agents would last longer, but even then it was only a month or two before they were sent packing. The other government agents would watch the poor souls as they ran out crying, yelling profanities, vowing revenge, or just dead inside. Robotnik did not tolerate anything below perfection and no human could ever be held to his sky-high standards. There were rumors and betting games about how long each assistant would last. No one who valued their money bet over a week. 

Or at least that was what Agent Stone had heard.  

“-You’re the greatest G.U.N has ever had, Agent Stone. Which is why we need to assign you to Dr. Robotnik.” Commander Walters said “Of course, working so closely with the Doctor will come with higher pay because the hours he demands are irregular and the level of attention this job will require is high.”

“I am happy to accept the position.”

“Wait, really? I usually have to promise everything under the sun to even get someone to consider working for the doctor. Are you sure, Agent?”

“Quite sure, Commander.”

“I...Thank you, Stone. This is a last shot since he has pretty much fired or permanently injured any agent that would be willing to work for him and scared off any other potential candidates. I wish I could say keep your head down and don’t do anything stupid but this is Robotnik so just, be careful. This will be a temporary position, but try to last longer than a week until we can come up with a more permanent situation.”

Stone grimaced as he exited the office. He would start today since Robotnik’s previous agent had met an explosive termination of position just that morning. He had heard the rumors, hell he had seen the man in person a few times (it was four but it wasn’t like he was actively counting or anything) during meetings when the Doctor would show off his incredible creations to the higher ups but nothing could have ever prepared for actually meeting the hurricane of a man the was Dr. Robotnik.

“Oh GREAT. Another Agent Babysitter here to disrupt my work by not being able to follow simple instructions or take insults without whining like a child. Be better than Agent What-his-name and you can leave with your hands intact.” The genius was standing now.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir. I have heard interesting things about your employment strategies, and I am excited to begin my new position.” Stone was smiling. Most agents showed up begrudgingly or with misplaced optimism. No one had ever shown up excited or eager to work for Robotnik.

The doctor threw back his head and laughed. It was loud, it was cruel, and Stone found it strangely appealing. “We both know that working for me will not be a PLEASURE, Agent.” Robotnik had crossed the room in seconds and was now so close to Stone that he took a step back not really out of fear, but more respect. He had heard the doctor didn’t like physical contact. His back found the wall and it made his heart start beating harder. Every time he had been previously threatened on a field mission he had stood his ground, but he wanted to please the doctor for some strange reason as a feeling kept tugging at his chest. “You are not here for a good time or a long time. You will keep quiet, do as I say, and don’t question anything. Or you will be out on your ass within the hour.”

Agent Stone nodded, making sure to keep it a small moment so as to not knock his head into the doctor or against the wall. He didn’t dare speak, the doctor had told him to keep quiet. 

“Hmph.” The doctor stalked off back to his chair. “Make me a latte. Figure out how to do it right and you might get to stay longer than the rest.”

____________

Five months had passed and so far Stone had been threatened with position termination 76 times, physical termination 42 times, and pinned to a wall more times than he could count. Robotnik had stuck gloved fingers in his mouth, electrocuted him, and used him as training practice for the badniks. But Stone was still working by his side. So what if Stone felt a little (Ok, A lot) of pride being Dr. Robotnik’s longest lasting assistant? He was just good at his job as an assistant/bodyguard/warm body that could offer praise at every genius thing the doctor said and agreement when the doctor complained about anything under the sun/personal latte maker. Sure it was more jobs than he had expected, but then again he had only expected to be in Robotnik’s employment for a week.

Stone spent every day of the week in Robotnik’s lab only leaving for coffee or food for the doctor or himself. He didn’t get to help on the machines; it was mostly paperwork or listening to the doctor talk about how smart he was. He was supposed to leave the lab at nine for eight hours every night, but he had started sleeping on the still couch in the breakroom after just the first week. It was important that he stayed close, especially since the doctor was constantly working and might need something from him at anypoint. Like a latte at 2am (His caffeine intake scared Stone, but he wasn’t about to say anything). The couch sucked at first for his back but Robotnik slept in his chair most nights so Stone decided he still had it better. At least he got eight hours of sleep over the doctor's occasional three. The doctor was the kind of person who slept where he crashed and Stone only moved him somewhere more comfortable when he was on the floor or actively holding a soldering iron (Stone had learned the hard way that Robotnik had few self preservation skills over the first month of his employment when the agent had discovered the doctor hadn’t anything besides half a granola bar in 72 hours). 

Monday had rolled around again and Stone stood in the break room as he prepared a breakfast burrito (the doctor didn’t have to eat, but Stone was sure as hell going to provide food) and brewing a morning latte for the doctor. He had been carefully experimenting to discover what exactly the doctor liked in his coffee based on his reaction to what was brought. So far he knew: 

Goat milk, steamed

Three spoonfuls of sugar dissolved into the milk

Hint of cinnamon 

Three fourths coffee to 1 fourth milk

Keep the foam

Likes latte foam art

Prefers his own face or logo

Smiles at badnik designs when he thinks no one is looking

Doesn’t comment on hearts or other simpler designs

Sometimes he will ask for a syrup flavor

Half a pump of vanilla 

Hates pumpkin, if he ever asks for that, stay out of his way or face his wrath (Stone would face his wrath any day of the week).

And the rare: Half a pump of caramel with drizzle on the sides of the glass. Stone had realised this was a latte that he ordered when something wasn’t going right.

Stone’s first job as a barista when he was barely sixteen had finally come in handy he supposed. This skill was never this useful in the military outside of having a steady hand when aiming a weapon.

It was calming to make the doctor his latte. A rare moment of serenity in the whirlwind that was working for Robotnik, not that he would give up this position for the world. He loved watching the genius work, he loved making him lattes, he loved watching him praise his badniks (Stone had even seen Robotnik kiss them on the ‘head’ before when he thought no one was looking), he loved to hear the doctor’s robot noises when he was feeling particularly relaxed, but what Stone really enjoyed was that he got to experience it all. He found what other people considered horrible, oddly enduring and it didn’t help that Robotnik was quite handsome in Stone’s personal opinion.

Past agents (or anyone who had ever met him, really) called Robotnik an asshole, egotistical, a mad man, a labrat, a physiological tyre fire, or even down right evil. Stone kept his true feelings of the doctor a secret to them, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to defend the doctor every time someone sidled up to him with a “So sorry you have to work with him,” or “It's gotta suck being his agent”. They were trying to be chummy, and Stone would usually put on a customer service voice and disengage. He hated them all, but he wasn’t about to say that. Telling the world how much it sucked was Robotnik’s job.

Well that was usually. But today? Oh, today he was fucking done with it all. 

“Hey, I’m making a new bet that you can’t last a year with that freak show.” 

“Don’t call him that.”

“Hah! You don’t have to defend the stubborn bastard. He's not here and those drones of his won’t bother to listen in for him.” (oh they would, they really, really, would. Stone knew they were. SC-918 was always following the agent around.) The man reached over to grab at something in front of Stone when the agent's hand shot out and forcibly wrapped around his wrist. The man had his hand poised over Robotnik’s half finished coffee.

“Hey, now, man you don’t have to act like that hah-hah. Let me go. I wasn’t gonna touch his damn coffee.” The man’s words were strained as he struggled to get free of the agent’s grasp. Stone had already reached for his weapon from its holder that was flush against his chest.

“Do you think I am so stupid, that I can’t recognize an assassination attempt right in fucking front of me?” His voice was low, almost a whisper. A dangerous whisper.

Stone had pressed the man to the counter with the arm he had grabbed pinned so far behind his back it threatened to snap in two. Stone’s gun now pointed at the back of the man’s head. “Especially such a poorly planned and executed attempt? There are very few agents that use this break room since it is only for people who work under the doctor and so few of them actually use it regularly in fear that they will be fired if they ever see him. I have their faces memorized. You are not one of them.” The barrel of the gun was pressed into the man's head so hard it caused the man to squirm and try to free himself. “And they know better than to insult the doctor to my face.”

“I'M doing the world A FUCKING FAVO-” The bang that followed sounded through the whole lab. In the moment Stone decided two things, one he was going to ask the doctor for a personal kitchen within the lab or at least a coffee machine for safety reasons and two he was going to keep a spare change of clothes in his locker. Sure his black on black ensemble would hide the deep maroon splattered across his chest and legs but he really didn’t want to deal with the crunch of dried blood all day and the doctor always complained about the metallic smell.

As Stone cleaned up the blood splatter on the floor and prepared a new cup of coffee since the last one had not only been poisoned, but also had some idiot’s blood in it. The burrito was a little cold now, but it would have sat on the desk for an hour before Robotnik finally ate it anyway. When he returned to the doctor’s side with the fresh cup, the man actually seemed to have slight concern underneath the anger at Stone’s tardiness. 

“Sorry that took so long, sir. There was an assassination attempt on you. It has been handled and cleaned accordingly.”

“I heard the shot. And you're wrong as always, agent, you are still covered in the imbecile’s blood. Go change or wash up or whatever. There's a spare suit in the box by your locker - yes, it's your size. I don’t appreciate the smell of blood so be through but quick since there's paperwork for you to do. More now that there's a dead body in the kitchen.”

“Oh, he’s not in the kitchen anymore, and no one will ever find him. So I think I can escape the government's paperwork this time since you and I were the only witnesses, if that’s ok with you.” He said with a wink at the doctor, one hundred percent sure that the older man had seen it reflected in his holo screens. The adrenaline was making him brave. 

The agent spoke so nonchalantly as he turned to follow the doctor’s orders that he almost missed the doctor visibly tense as he looked up at him from where he had slumped down in his chair to drink his latte. They never did find the bodies when Stone or the badnik foiled an assassination attempt on the doctor and noone at the government really knew the extent of who or how many Stone had killed for Robotnik. Half the time Robotnik himself didn’t even know when another potential killer had been taken down by his agent.

Robotnik didn’t respond to Stone’s wink so the agent took that as his que to leave and change. Proud to see the doctor grab the cold burrito before staring at his computer screens.

Stone had pulled his shirt off and was scrubbing at the blood that had seeped through onto his chest with a towel when he heard someone enter the room. He immediately tensed and whirled around hand itching toward his waist where his gun sat against his hip, visible without his suit jacket.

“Jeez, Agent. It’s me.” Robotnik leaned against the doorframe frame. His eyes flicked over the agent's frame before settling on his latte, and Stone would have sworn his ears had turned pink.

“Oh, I’m so sorry sir, I am still feeling the effect of adrenaline, so-.”

“You're jumpy. It's fine, I will let it slide this time, Agent.” Still looking so intensely at the coffee, like he was trying to drink it with his eyes. “What did the assassin want to kill me for, this time? I still want a debrief, Stone, even if you don’t do the paperwork for G.U.N.”

“Ah, He never got a chance to say really. I believe he wanted to do the world a favor or something. He tried to poison your coffee while I was staring directly at it, so it wasn’t a very good plan. I have a suspicion that he was a disgruntled past agent, which implies G.U.N needs to up their security, honestly.” When Stone finally pulled on the clean shirt, Robotnik looked up, saw that it was still unbuttoned and promptly looked at the ceiling, ears turning from pink to red. Robotnik looked back down as Stone buttoned up his shirt.

“Hmm, they always leave so angry or broken. Not like you, Stone. You won’t leave, no matter what I do.”

“I plan to stay your agent, as long as you’ll have me.”

Robotnik gave a pleased hum. “You’re still here because you’re the only decent assistant I have been assigned, Stone and because you willingly stay by my side. You are MY agent, Stone. Never forget that.”

How could he forget? He loved being Robotnik’s agent. He adored everything about the genius. 

Suddenly, Robotnik was in his personal space. “MINE.”

This had put their interaction squarely in the realm of flirting which only made Robotnik’s blush spread down to his cheeks. Stone was sure he hadn’t meant that to sound romantic, but Stone felt like it was one of the most romantic things he had ever heard. “I am yours, Doctor.” 

“I really don’t like to share.”

“Only yours.”

There was no space between them. Roboniks chest was pressed against his. Stone was sure the older man could hear or at least feel the Agent’s heart beating with the proximity. 

“Really?” there was hesitancy in the doctor’s voice. Stone knew that he wasn’t used to having people stick around. He was the only person who had willingly stayed by Robotnik’s side for so long.

“I really do mean it when I say I will stay by your side forever, Sir.” Stone shifted forward to rest his chin against the doctor’s chest. He could be fired for this, but HR was never really a concern between them. Robotnik didn’t give two shits about boundaries but Stone had never set any up in the first place.

In the end, Stone was the one who moved first, slipping his hand into Robotnik’s gloved one and gently squeezing. The doctor’s breath audibly caught in his throat. 

“Never speak of this to anyone, Agent.”

“I would never share such a private moment. This is our’s alone to treasure, Sir.”

Stone would never grow tired of the sight of the doctor’s ears burning red.

__________

Stone knew it was going to be a bad day when the lab doors opened to reveal Dr. Robotnik shouting at the top of his lungs. After a year working with the doctor he knew his mood even before entering the door. He quickly discerned that Walters was the source of his frustration most likely since he was the target of his words.

As he walked closer

“We threw Agent Stone at you as a last resort. He wasn't supposed to last. A week or two and then he would be fired. We need him back in the field, Robotnik. He is the best shot we have at getting this information ba-”

“No! You assigned a half-way decent agent to ME. HE IS MY AGENT, AND I INTEND TO KEEP HIM UNTIL HE FUCKS UP. (Stone would have snickered at how much of a lie this was if they had been alone. He had fucked up.) Do you understand, Commander?” Robotnik had stalked over to Stone and thrown an arm around the agent's neck pulling him into more of a chokehold against his chest than an embrace. Stone held his arms still so as to not spill the coffee, but still allowed himself to be yanked around as the doctor continued his rage-filled rant. Possessive was one of the few words that floated around Stone’s brain. The proximity to Robotnik had shut everything else down.

Walters tried a different tactic and started to ask the agent what he wanted.

“If you ever try and reassign me, I will quit on the spot.” Stone was still aggressively pinned to Robotnik’s side, but he made sure his words sounded serious despite the less than serious predicament. When he glanced up he could see Robotnik was grinning almost manically. It was a grin that screamed ‘I won’. Stone treasured that grin, maybe a little bit more since everyone else seemed to fear it.

“Go find a new Agent to boss around, Walters,” The doctor’s voice was a viciously sing-song tone now that Stone had stated his own opinion on the matter. “This is my loyal sycophant.”

Robotnik’s eyes were flashing with what Stone knew to be amusement and a twisted sense of adoration when he looked at Stone but he also knew the rest of the world saw it as something evil. Maybe it did have a few malicious undertones, but so did the agent's own grin as he stared back. It was enough for Walters to give up.

They watched Walters' retreating form leave the lab, he knew better than to fight a losing war.

“Your latte, sir,” Stone handed him the cup with the steaming drink after the door slammed shut behind the commander.

The doctor took a sip, “I really do love the way you make them, Agent. Now come on, there is work to be done. Walters will be back in an hour to propose the idea that we do this recon mission together and we should prepare my babies.” Robotnik let go of the agent and disappeared into the rows of badnik along one side of the lab.

Stone was left reeling for a second with the sudden loss of the limbs that were partially obscuring his airway before taking up his place next to the doctor.

[theresnottimeinhopi]

I thought to myself; "what if there's ever a character who parallels Ren in many aspects and who did everything in their best to help him after finding him one day again, after 'mysterious' months of being missing, with the necessities and afterwards with fateful bittersweet departure, they thought they helped him to return to normalcy in the end, without ever knowing how deep down psychologically fucked Ren truly was because he never really showed his actual self around them and did not tell them what truly happened to him throughout those months."

And also,

"what if, the said character, is also someone who isn't meek, someone who went through horrors just as well but managed differently and can and is an actual physical threat who can fight back." (realistically, I don't think a fox can withstand the sheer compact muscular and downright menace force that is an oversized jungle cat whose natural instinct is aiming straight at the back of your cranium, maybe the prefrontal cortex if feeling extra).

Genuinely, jaguars are horrifying, they have the most powerful bite force out of the rest of the big cats which can break the bones and armour of a crocodile and they bite directly through the skull of a mammalian prey between the ears to deliver a fatal blow to the brain, unlike most cats reaching for the neck. Cherry on top, superb stealth hunters, they may look steroid-ridden ridden but they're as silent as the crickets.

So of course, I had to create Renée Sereno Novo, my beautiful babe (Zach Hadel's voice), my librarian lady turned to academic librarian in a prestigious university that Derek used to enrol in (let's be real, Derek definitely did not last here long, a nepo baby after all, my original headcanon, do not steal plz) because not only do I want to make a character that is blunt and takes no bullshit yet with the perfect balance of exemplifying "my God, where were you when I was at my worst with those impeccable communication skills and emotional intelligence, babe", trust, being able to communicate your feelings is sexy, but also someone who can kick Ren's buttocks (both BTD2 + TPOF), because there times when I feel that twink needs to be humbled (affectionately). But more heavily towards Fox, I need that politician-looking clown to wear a dunce hat and have tomatoes thrown at him (affectionately).

For those who know Goodnight/Oyasumi Punpun (and I vividly imagine Ren's life after Strade's death to be the same functions that of adult Punpun, as to how he manages to become a wealthy man afterwards years later is a mystery to me, if not us, but I see suggestions of him possibly being a landlord because of constantly moving in and out and I believe it quite frankly), she is essentially a bit similar to Sachi Nanjou, and the Sachi to Ren's Punpun, especially regarding one trying to help the other get back on his feet and the troubles that transpire from it (because of course Ren, low self-esteem yet also wanting to gain control over his own life and rejecting pity).

Hm, I need to reread that manga after years, not the best option during those lockdown years but goodness gracious was I enthralled in the writing and psychology.

Now, I wonder if I can finished that WIP...

On a little note, I feel like that Beastkins, lore-wise, are so heavily underutilized and there are so many ideas and potentials you can get around them, I plan to give out my headcanons because I am afraid it will make the blog long enough as it is.

Another note is that, in my humble opinion, when making a Beastkin oc, design-wise, GO WILD, GO CRAZY, take advantage of that creative juice and try to add some traits that the animals they're based on have, because my God, it is so thrilling and really makes a proper distinction between them and humans besides the typical ears, tails and claws. For example, Renée's nose is purposefully reminiscent that of big cats as seen by her wide nose and even in the eye shape instead of the atypical upturned eyes, since big cats actually have round eyes, it's just their eyes are hooded and they have that natural kohl eyeliner that makes it seem snatched as well as their long and sharp inner eye corners, it makes a *mwah* significant effect and emphasises the feline traits, perfect example are the Navi's, obsessed with their facial anatomy.

But that is all I have, time to ponder if I will ever fully write her backstory down on paper or if I will mentally write and leave it stored in my wrinkly brain as always.

[asmolfolk]

Boothill Romantic Headcanons.🍓☽。･:*:･

Just a quick heads up: This character had their history and dialogues leaked, if you haven't seen the leaks and don't to be spoiled by the character backstory: Please, save this to read for later! Stay safe! Also, as always: I will always try to make this as neutral as possible. Informations that could potentially be Canon x OC are NOT there (Such as your region, what you work with and etc.) And also, I use He/them for Boothill as I headcanon him as nbmasc!

Fandom: Honkai Star rail. Character: Boothill Idea: "How would the characters be as romantical partners?" TW: SPOILERS! 🍓☽。･:*:･

Boothill

Falling in Love.

Who fell in love first?

He fell first.

If you saw the leaks you know… This man can’t cry, this man lost everything that he once owned. His planet was considered uncivilized from the IPC, he lost everyone he cared about in one day. He became “Boothill”, a cyborg that hated the IPC… And, so, there’s the question: How did you fall for him? He can’t catch this. He doesn’t understand WHY or, better, HOW someone could ever love him. He wasn’t even HUMAN anymore, how could someone love “something” like that? Yet, you came. As a breeze in the summer, as a sweet taste in an unknown mix… You weren’t supposed to have his heart in your hands… But you have. Maybe it was the way you kept on talking to him, kept on helping him out whenever and anywhere. You two started to form some sort of alliance and have someone so pretty, such a pretty pal… Was not okay with his mechanical heart. ━────━━────━━────━━────━━────━━────━

How do they notice they have fallen in love?

He couldn’t understand WHY or HOW he fell in love. But, he realized that when he was talking to you and he started to feel some heat when he saw your smile, heard your laugh or just held your hand, he felt like he could combust. This was enough for him to realize that he liked you, but… Not that he was falling in love. He wasn’t stupid, he knew the details - he knew when he was in love with someone, even if he never felt it so deeply like this. But, even then, it was too early. You had known each other only for a few weeks, he decided to wait… And when he noticed some action on your part or even something that he could be delusional over you liking him back… ONLY THEN, he would confess. ━────━━────━━────━━────━━────━━────━

Confession.

Who confessed first?

It depends.

Now, we came into a difficult subject. Even if I said that he would confess… If he never saw something that could clarify his head and to make sure you like him back, he wouldn’t confess. Now, the reasoning: He already lost so much. Somewhere in his head, being with another person can mean a lot of things… And one of them is feeling, he doesn’t know how he will handle not being able to cry, not being able to feel you with all his body. He doesn’t want to make you suffer… So, if he doesn’t see anything: He wouldn’t confess.

━────━━────━━────━━────━━────━

And there he was, overthinking every single little thing that happened in those couple of weeks… And he couldn’t get his head in the problem that he built. Do you love him or not?

He was asking himself this question over every communication that you guys had, he would do anything to try to prove to himself that you don’t. Every action you take, everything that you do… Oh, those little things that he loved. Every single movement was put into his hard drive, his memory wouldn’t let him know how much he loves you… And, just like that…

You don’t know how surprised he was when those words came out of your mouth. He would ask you to repeat your confession, again, again and again… IF only he could cry while listening to you, pouring your heart out to him…. Oh, darling, he loves you way too much. He would immediately hold you and spin you around, he wants you to feel what he can’t… To feel his loving hands holding you just like the awesome, pretty and important lil’ thing.

“Hah, Doll… Didn’t expect ya’ to be so forward… Are my actions not enough answer? I want ya’ too. I love ya’… And I don’t think I will ever feel something like this again.” - He said, his words were sugarsweet and held a sincerity that no one could ever see before.

━────━━────━━────━━────━━────━━────━

Now… What if he confesses first? What could potentially happen if Boothill decides: “Fudge this! Let’s do it”?

━────━━────━━────━━────━━────━━────━

 You knew something was happening when Boothill was not looking directly at you. They seemed to be a bit off today, holding a box that he seemed to grip a bit too strongly while they guided you to a private place.

 It was one of the calmest day in your life… For once, you could enjoy their company happily. You two were alone, sitting close to the hill while looking at the sky… It was already night, but, somehow, you didn’t feel tired.

“Darlin’...” - They called, seemed to be thinking a bit too much before they let the box right in your lap - “Juss’ wanna make sure you… Understand it.”

 When you opened the box, it had everything you talked to them about. Every item you liked, every item you told them you would love to receive from a boyfriend… For a second, you thought they misunderstood you until you reached for a letter, it had their black lipstick and just a simple phrase: “Wanna be my partner forever?” with a silly doodle of them.

 They, seeing your reaction, would say; “Just to make sure: It’s romantical alright? I wouldn’t do this kind of thing for some friend… Just for you.”

━────━━────━━────━━────━━────━━────━

Language of Love.

What's their language of love?

━────━━────━━────━━────━━────━━────━

Quality of Time, Gifts and Words of Affirmation.

Now, HEAR. ME. OUT. This dude, this bro, this cowboy bebop!!!!! They want NOTHING but you to be happy, IT DOESN’T MATTER WHAT YOU WANT: YOU GET! THEY DON’T SEE REASONS OR ANY ARGUMENT FOR NOT MAKE YOU THEIR QUEENIE/KINGIE/ROYAL! The truth is: Boothill feels like his words, his time and gifts are the only thing that he can do to make things “better”. He can’t… Feel you the way he wants, he can’t cry for you, he can’t provide you with those things - so he provides you with things he can. He can tell you how pretty you are, how amazing you are, how everything you do is incredible. He can gift you - He can give you anything you want, he can go into an adventure and come back with so many gifts that your house gets flooded with them. He normally comes home with a lot of gifts, so: When you pull for him, remember that! He also makes sure to spend lots and lots of time with you. Always making sure for you to feel loved and unmatchable!

“Ma doll, didn’t expect you to be here so soon! Well, look at the goods I got ya. Hm, hm… Yeah, I know that it’s too much, but all of them remind me of ya’ pretty face. Especially those lil’ cat cakes thingies.” - They would chuckle as he saw your reaction… It was those moments that made him sure: He may have lost his family but he found a new one.

━────━━────━━────━━────━━────━━────━

Reaction of your language of love.

Lemme tell you one thing: He doesn’t care, he is gonna take all of your love like the greedy robocop he is. He says he doesn’t have a preference and he is going to love everything you give to him, but the truth is: NOTHING shows him more love than you just being yourself. Not you trying to make him feel loved or anything, just you being you. You doing things you love, you talking to people about your favorite things… All those little situations are enough for him. He loves it. But, being honest here… I think he loves the way you touch his face - THIS MAN IS TOUCH STARVED - it’s actually the only place he can feel. He feels like - for just a moment - you two could be a normal couple. ━────━━────━━────━━────━━────━━────━

As boyfriend/partner.

How do they treat you?

Do I need to repeat myself? HE LOOOVES YOU SO SO MUCH! He is 100% one to take you out to many different places just because he wants to see you smiling for a bit. When you two start dating, he seems to be on cloud 9 for the first time in forever… He is still asking you to repeat those three words that make his mechanical heart plump as if it was human's. He still asks you to accompany you instead of asking you for a date. Give him a bit of time, he’s still understanding that you truly accepted his confession and that you didn’t leave him behind. Sometimes, when you two sleep close or together he stops everything he’s doing just to observe you, to have every moment with you in his memory card. In those moments, he normally notices: “You are real, THIS is real.” You would receive double the care on those moments, being treated just like the sweet lil’ thing you are. He would say some corny shit, I will admit. He is the type to make jokes just to crack a smile on you, he is also always trying to make you feel lighter - feel like you have no such thing as a sad day and to make you… Feel like you could fly, be free for once.

━────━━────━━────━━────━━────━━────━

Jealous.

 I’ll tell you: I THINK HE’S A JELLY GUY!  Boothill gets jealous more to think: “You are going to leave him for someone that CAN feel you.” and he just can’t let that happen, right? He wants to be with you and he is scared that, maybe, you will come to the realization that you aren’t interested in this mess anymore.  He is a scared man, scared of losing the only family he has left.

━────━━────━━────━━────━━────━━────━

Resume.

As a boyfriend, Boothill is a sweet and loving one. Yeah, you guys can have REALLY nasty discussions that can only result in both of you getting hurt, but, HE IS ALWAYS THE ONE to come up to you - telling you that you two need to talk without fighting. He is also someone who will cherish you. As I’m married to him I can assure you: He is going to be a perfect hubby… You just need patience!

[ruthlessly96]

Backyard Barbeque

Hi everyone!

I'm throwing my hat in the ring with an entry for @97keanu's Keanuverse: Spring Fling '25.

I spun the wheel and matched John Wick with Backyard Barbeque. This is my first time writing Y/N, so I'm a little nervous on that front. But if you're here, you're at least as crazy as I am, so I gave it my best!

Backyard Barbeque Summary: When a crazy member of your community's HOA forces you to organize the year's Backyard Barbeque Bash, you are sure the summer can't get any worse. But your partner-in-crime is an unassuming man named John Wick, and you quickly realize he may be a whole lot better at this 'crime' thing than you are.

Warnings: stalking, annoying neighbors, violence, soft-yandere John Wick, manipulative John, Dog Haters (nobody important), shy and naive reader, Charlene (OC), HOA's

You struggle to catch your breath as you trudge across the asphalt. But the upward climb is nothing compared to your appointed task.

You don’t want to be there, and in all the time you've lived in the sprawling neighborhood, you have never seen…

You flip over the thick envelope in your hands.

Mr. John Wick

As the large, white house comes into sight, you shudder. You really do not want to meet this man. You've already put off the task for as long as you could, but Charlene was relentless.

She had come to your door at 8 am under the guise of an Amazon delivery person. You were certain some kind of law had been broken, but people like Charlene were not deterred.

“Oh, would you please deliver this to Mr. Wick? I was going to take it myself, but his gate recognizes me now and makes me leave it in his PO box.”

For somebody like you, who would rather eat glass than bother another human being---Charlene was a lot.

This was assuming you get past the gate, of course. There is an obviously recording camera and small buzzer in front of you.

You hit the buzzer.

And wait.

And wait…

After about thirty seconds, you determine this is a job well-done and go to slide the envelope underneath the gate.

“Hello?”

You jump, nearly falling back into the road. With a curse and a bit of panic, you scramble away from the voice.

It's just a man.

It is just a man the same way Lake Superior is just a lake.

He is…wow.

You know you’re gaping at him, and you desperately hope he only thinks you stupid rather than enamored.

“Hi,” the man, presumably John, says.

“Hello,” you begin awkwardly. “You’re--- John? Mr. Wick, I mean?”

He is still looking at you like you might pull a gun. You note that he looks surprisingly unconcerned about potentially having a gun pointed his way. “Can I help you?”

“Oh, here---,” you shove the envelope toward him through the gate, hoping you can cut off this encounter before you do something foolish.

He looks directly at you but does not take the letter.

“You are...?” he begins, and the slight command in his voice does nothing for your nerves.

You blink. “I’m Y/N, I live down the hill in Eileen’s place during the summer.” You continue to hold the envelope out to him, but he does not take it.

Your stomach begins to curl with nerves as this man stares at you. His eyes are dark and feel intrusive as they look into your eyes. Normally, you would avert your gaze, but something inside warns that this would be a terrible idea.

After a moment of tense silence, he speaks softly. “What’s inside?”

You pause. “It’s---,” it would be difficult to explain, really. Internally, you are already wincing at how forward and audacious you will sound.

Channel Charlene, Y/N! WWCD! What Would Charlene Do?

“It’s a summons,” you say, feeling much braver with the gate between you both.

You watch as John’s eyebrows slant downwards. Before he can object, you continue, “Charlene from the Home Owner’s Association is preparing for this year’s Backyard Barbeque Bash, and since neither of us paid our HOA fees on time, she’s…pushing it on to us? I mean, she wants you to host it. At your house…”

John just stares at you, and honestly you don’t blame him.

“Charlene?” he says suddenly after a good few seconds.

You purse your lips. “You’ve likely met her; she gives out the monthly bulletin and she always wears bright green leggings.”

John nods. “I know…her. The gate usually flags her for me, so I guess she’s sent…you.”

You try not to take offense. “Charlene can be forceful.”

John nodded. “She kept leaving, ‘The Dangers of Pit bulls’ flyers in my mail box.”

You gape, suddenly mortified. “Oh, I’m sorry---,”

“Don’t apologize,” John interrupts sharply. When you visibly flinch, he softens, “Her actions are not your responsibility.”

You exhale. “I’m sorry she enlisted me to bother you---I’m just trying to keep her from sending invoices to Eileen.” John continued to look at you searchingly, so you continued, “I paid the fee late but she does me a huge favor letting me take care of the place during the Summer. It’d be a shit way to repay her.”

John waits for you to finish before saying, “Why don’t you come in?”

If he had slapped you with a fish it would have made more sense. “Mr…Wick?”

Something flashes in his eyes, but it’s gone before you can identify it.

“I think this discussion should continue inside,” he glances vaguely upward. “It looks like it might rain.”

You tilt your head up and sure enough, the sky is getting dark. “I really shouldn’t waste any more of your time. I’ll figure out a way to get Charlene off your back…”

You step away from the gate and turn to go.

“Weren’t you going to help me plan?”

You freeze, eyes slanting over to him in confusion. “You---?”

John looks at you grimly. “If you leave, she’s just going to send somebody else.”

This was true enough, but still. “It’s a big to-do, Mr. Wic---,”

“Call me John,” he asserts.

Your heart thumps. “She’s been raving about having hundreds of people involved; I guess we know where those HOA fees go now,” you say with a slight grimace.

John returns it, and for a minute, you feel a spark of joy with this man. It was such a human thing for you: to complain about a shared enemy was one of life’s great perquisites. That he hadn’t simply thrown you off his lawn was awesome, too.

A button is pressed, and then the front gate slides open to reveal the behemoth dwelling beyond. John waits a moment for you to walk through, and you try not to let your nervousness show. You must fail, because John starts talking like he is distracting a scared animal.

“So, Y/N, how long have you been in Eileen’s place?” He sounds so at ease---like he wasn’t being strong armed by a housewife who drives a Toyota corolla.

“This year is the second,” you answer, not wanting to displease him. “I was here last year but it was such a whirlwind summer. Have you lived here long?”

He nods, opening the front door and ushering you in.

You barely have a moment to admire the foyer before clacks against the wooden floor get louder and then---there is a dog on you.

At first, you panic, but quickly realize the dog is trying to literally get you to carry it, whining like a baby. You laugh, looking over at John, who is watching with a mixture of fondness and…apprehension?

“He gets…excited with strangers. Dog, off,” he commands.

The large dog is back on four legs in an instant, coming to sit by John’s feet.

“He’s sweet!” you assure him, hoping Dog is not in the doghouse.

John smiles, leading you toward a large sitting room. Dog follows obediently behind. There is a folded newspaper on the single coffee table, but John tucks it into a bookshelf against the wall before corralling you to sit on the softest, firmest couch ever.

John sits at the other end, projecting an aura of calm and collected.  You must make an interesting sight---hiding shudders and sinking into the couch like a gremlin.

When it is quiet for a moment, John prompts, “Can I see that?”

You shuffle over to his side of the couch and pass the envelope into his large, sturdy hands. When his fingers brush yours, you are at least happy they are warm.

John takes out a small knife from his pocket and rips the top of the envelope. You briefly admire how steady his hands are before sitting quietly and waiting for him to read.

His brow furrows immediately, but you expected that. Charlene didn’t know how to say anything without making it sound like an order. You can’t imagine John appreciates the presumptuousness.

He shocks you, however, when he grins.

At your confusion, he says, “She’s insisting nobody bring any dogs that are bigger than a carry-on suitcase.” He turns to Dog. “You’ll have to sit this one out, buddy.”

You snort. “Lucky Dog.”

The look John gives you is humorously commiserating, and it does much good in dispelling your anxiety.

“Good news,” John says as he continues reading. “We have a budget.”

You smile at him. “I’m assuming dollar-store hotdogs are out, then?”

“It says I need to use two different grills: one for steaks and the other for, ‘vegan quinoa burgers.’” He looks up at you with amusement in his eyes. “Do you own a grill?”

“No.”

“Neither do I.”

“Ah.”

You are thoroughly relaxed now---the situation has gone a long way to establish camaraderie, and you are grateful John is being such a good sport about the situation. You can’t imagine being so friendly and good-natured after dealing with Charlene’s demands.

“If she is so particular, why isn’t she insisting on hosting?”

“She’s having some trees removed that weekend,” you say. “She said it would be ‘too stressful’ to contemplate.”

“I see.” He’s silent for a moment. “I've never hosted anything before.”

You raise your eyebrows in surprise. “Have you ever had people over?”

His eyes darken, and you realize this may be a tad rude. You also feel saddened at this revelation. John seems like a great person, so you hasten to say, “John, this whole thing is Charlene’s brainchild. She has no legal ability to force you to do this, so if you don’t want to---,”

John shakes his head. “It’s not that. I’m simply worried I’ll need a lot of help; I don’t want to impose myself when you’re doing this against your will.”

You smile at his thoughtfulness. “I don’t mind helping out, John. I’ve never done a barbeque before, but I’m sure we can manage!”

John gives you a smile that makes your face feel warm. “Thank you, Y/N. I’m lucky to have you here.”

You try not to die on the other side of the couch and settle for enticing Dog over to get some scritches. John excuses himself for a moment and walks back into the room carrying a tray of iced-tea. When he sets it on the coffee table, you politely take a glass and sip slowly. Pleasantly surprised, you tell him, “John, this is really good, thank you!”

He sits back down and begins to ask you about yourself. He seems neither nosy nor intrusive, and you cannot help looking at him and knowing you could spill all of your secrets to a man so kind if you weren’t careful.

John didn’t seem much for details, however. When you ask about his family, he tells you he had a wife who died several years ago. You stop yourself from asking any more personal questions, sure you’ll upset him.

But John simply moves it along by sitting closer to you and passing over the pages from Charlene’s BBQ plans.

John was underselling it, you realize. The whole list was horrible.

“She wants you to set aside an entire room as the ‘Cobbler Room,’” you say with dread.

John purses his lips. “I didn’t understand that one---what use is a shoemaker at a Barbeque?”

You blink at him. Gently, you say, “I think she’s talking about the kind of dessert, John.”

He furrows his brows. “I’ve never heard that usage. I’m sorry; English is not my first language.”

Before you can think about it, you blurt out, “What do you speak?”

“Russian,” he says. Quickly, he tries to revert your attention back to the paper.

“I also don’t believe I have enough trees to accommodate the number of hammocks she wants. What do you suggest?”

You purse your lips. “You could always kill her.”

John struggles with his drink for a moment before replying in deadpan, “I’ve thought about it, but she’s the one who renegotiates our HOA fee every year. This is the cheapest housing area in Jersey, so I suppose she has her uses.”

It’s the most you’ve heard him say so far, and soon you are both laughing heartily. It’s been too long, you realize. It’s so rare to have a connection with someone like this so soon, and the initial dread you felt at seeking John out diminishes.  

Wheezing gently, you look down at the papers. “I think the first thing we need is Charlene’s guest list. Who gets to call her for that?”

John pulls out his phone and bravely asks for the number. He dials, and then looks at you with a wicked gleam in his eye before pressing ‘Speaker.’

“You mad man!” you exclaim, staring at him in horror.

He only smiles with all of his teeth on display, and you are struck by the shiver that goes down your spine. The phone continues to ring for a few moments, until:

“Charlene speaking!”

You look at John with anticipation.

“Charlene,” John says amiably. “This is John Wick from down the street---,”

“JOHN!” the woman squeals loudly, and it takes every bit of self restraint in your body to not burst out laughing.

“John!” Charlene says again, sounding more normal. “I’m so happy to speak with you! How are you?”

“I’m pretty good, Charlene. I’ve just spoken with Y/N and---,”

“She got you the documents, great! How is the planning coming so far?”

“Not bad, Charlene. But we were hoping you could send us the guest list so we can prepare appropriately.”

You look at John with awe. Charlene was never this easy to handle!

“Of course! I’m driving right now, give me a sec’---,” a crumpling sound passes through the speaker. “Here are the guests from Avalon Street: Betty Meyers, Tristan Meyers, Amy Meyers, Tayvin Meyers---,” your eyes widen with horror as you realize what she intends to do.

But John is quick. “Charlene, this is great so far, but my memory isn’t the best---is there any way you can send a physical copy, or text me the list?”

“I’ve got it in a pdf, here, I’ll send it…now!”

John’s phone beeps accordingly and you share a grin together.

“We’ll take a look and get started,” John says, looking at the phone. “Thank you for sending Y/N over---she’s been such a big help!”

“No problem! No problem!” Charlene gushes. “I’m walking into my Pilates class now, but tell Y/N to call me and update me on the progress.”

“Will do,” John assures, and at this point you can barely breathe from holding in your laughter.

“Bye, John!”

The phone cuts out and John is quick to pull it toward him. He starts scrolling and you cannot help but be interested.

“Is that the list?” you ask boldly.

John continues frowning. “I’m not counting, exactly, but this looks like at least several hundred people.”

You gape.

He glances upward with amusement. “You warned me.”

Your teeth come together in your mouth. “I was being dramatic…”

He huffs and looks at Charlene’s papers with a conviction that somewhat frightens you. “You should read the rest of the demands first,” he says, handing the papers to you.

You peer down at the stationary with apprehension.

Spring Barbeque Requirements:

*Fourteen hammocks will need to be available for guests throughout the yard. Children are not to be allowed on the hammocks at any time.

*No dogs larger than a carry-on suitcase will be permitted on the premises. There will be a pee-pad in the garage if necessary.

*Pies, brownies, cakes, and other desserts will not be kept with the cobblers. The cobblers will require a separate room and should be arranged by filling.

*No use of any pools will be permitted during the barbeque. Pools should be filled with tasteful lantern decorations---see my Etsy and Pinterest.

*Vegan options will need to be kept separate from non-vegan options. This includes vegan desserts.

*Dishes containing cilantro will not be permitted at the barbeque.

*Decorations should be appropriately Spring-themed. No harsh reds, blues, or purples should be anywhere. Check my Etsy or Pinterest for further references.

…

The list continues in a similar manner, and you feel your dread increase as you read each bullet point. Charlene was very thorough---it simply made her no less insane.

John must see your nervousness, because a moment later, his large hand is covering yours.

“Y/N, why don’t we take a break?” he suggests. “I can make lunch and we can take Dog on a walk through the park.”

This sounds really good to you, but a small voice in your head reminds you that you just met this man less than two hours ago. It was insane---it somehow feels as though you’ve known each other longer. He’s so kind, and this makes him so comfortable to be around. And he keeps looking at you like your opinion matters to him.

You bite your lip. “I’ve brought a mess to your lap and you’ve been so kind about it, John.”

“I want to be kind to you,” he replies simply.

Was this man for real? You ponder this as he gets up and waves you over to his large kitchen. Dog trots along behind you, looking up hopefully.

“Besides,” John adds smoothly. “You’d really be doing Dog a favor---he only has me to run around with, and I’m sure he’s got to be going crazy by now.”

You grin at him and pull a stool up to the counter he directs you toward. Faintly, a voice whispers in your mind that being so familiar with a stranger can’t end well. But there John is, smiling at you like you’ve known each other ages and you simply can’t walk away. Maybe you’re pathetic, being taken in by a man like this. It certainly wasn’t your normal gig. You spare a glance for the olive stationary now placed on the counter. You think of Charlene, and how bold she’s been in your acquaintance.

‘And you’re in John’s house now, and she’s getting everything she wants!’

The thought galls you, so you sit and smile at John, ready to take a risk.

-------------------

I'm having a blast writing this, guys. I've got more prompts from the wheel and I'm hoping to share them as I continue writing.

Thanks to 97keanu for putting this event together! It gave me lots of good inspiration that I can inflict on others :)

[skeletondeerart]

Sacred Waters, Sacred Hearts Chapter 4

A Male OC! Metkayina x Fem Human! Reader | Word Count: 2170

Masterlist & join the taglist

A/N: Both Rukan and reader are in their mid 20's

TW: Injury (broken bones)

" " = direct speech | ' ' = Metkayina sign language | Bold = English

POV Rukan

“...I - I will miss you.”

“You barely know me yet...”

“I want to get to know you”

The words circle in my mind endlessly. What am I doing? I look down at (Y/N)’s sleeping figure. Her face contorted in pain as her injured leg flexed in her dream state. I shouldn’t hold these emotions for her, it shouldn’t matter if she goes away, leaving me in the reef. Leaving me behind.

My mind reeled I was going to offer to take care of her… I hoped she didn't catch on to what I nearly said. It was stupid of me and I wasn’t thinking straight. I have to take her origin into account, if I brought her back to Awa'atlu she would be chased out or killed.

My people had suffered immensely because of the tawtute; actions so heinous that there was zero tolerance for their species to enter Awa’atlu. From the poaching of Tulkun and killing of our brothers and sisters, no matter how harmless (Y/N) was; they would only see her for her species – greedy and violent. It wouldn’t matter if she had a kind heart or gentle hands—they would see her as a threat.

Tonowari and Ronal would never allow it. Bringing a human into the heart of the village? Into the sacred spaces our clan held dear? If I brought her back, I would be risking her life –  and risking my own reputation or potential exile. If others saw me protecting her, would they notify Tonowari and Ronal? Perhaps thinking I had sided with the tawtute. What if they thought I had betrayed Eywa’s will to care for a demon? What if the clan saw our rendezvous as a weakness, an inability to protect them from what I swore to keep out at my Iknimaya?

I exhale and fully recline myself running my hands down my face, careful not to accidentally pull my tail from her head. I notice her skin prickle in tiny bumps, my brows furrow in curiosity as I lean in closer and run a single finger down the plane of her arm watching tiny hairs stand up at my touch. The corner of my lip raised in amusement before watching her shiver. Ah, she's cold, I realised. My body moved without thinking. Holding her head gently, I replace my tail with one of my arms and curl my tail over the expanse of her stomach, slotting my body beside her own. I watched her breathing slow and her head rolled to face me. Her features are concealed in the glass's confines, her skin glistening with sweat and seawater and her eyelashes flutter gently as she dreams. 

What do tawtute dream of? I pondered as my head moved to stare at the ceiling, my other arm supporting my head. I assess the bruises and scrapes that littered her form, at the vulnerability that made her look so small and helpless. Protecting (Y/N) felt natural, but I couldn’t face away from the guilt. Every instinct instilled into me since birth fought against the idea of letting her into my life, yet every time I saw her struggling to keep up, saw her silently tending to her wounds, my resolve wavered and the urge to protect grew. Eventually, the subtle lapping of the water lulled me into my dream state, all worries fading away. 

…

“Rukan-” I am stirred awake by (Y/N) shaking me by the shoulder. “I want to head back, I think the storm has passed.” I groan, rolling over onto my stomach and pretending to fall back asleep, my smile hidden behind my arms.

“You ass.” She huffs with an amused chuckle and shuffles to face the wall momentarily before she begins scooching to the water. I sit up abruptly at that and launch forward to grab her arm before she slides in.

“Hold on, you can't swim in your condition.”

“Then take me back, I need to see a doctor.” She huffs still exhausted from yesterday. I push her attitude to the side, she's been through a lot in the past 24 hours.

I hold my hand in the air in surrender “Alright, alright. Let's get moving.” I say reluctantly. In reality, I knew I wasn't going to see her for a while, and that depressed me for some reason. I just wanted to stay in this moment forever, but that was cruel to her.

I take her in my arms and slide us gently into the water. The waters were silent, all sea life still huddled in their dens but the storm had passed. Resurfacing she uses my arm as a crutch as we approach the remains of her metal marui. She makes a saddened noise as she gazes at the state of her home.

“I spent a lot of time making this feel like home. Never saw the appeal in the cold metal. Shame I have to start again.” She murmurs, lowering herself on one of the few intact nets and just takes everything in.

“Rukan, can you go inside and get my tablet? It’s a blue glass slate, it should be near my bed,” she asks, I nod quickly and move to fetch the device, crawling back inside and taking a second to look around. I see sodden and battered tapestries skillfully stitched and hung on every wall. I trace my hand over the fabric and realise each of the three tapestries depicts different scenes. One was of the Omatikaya and the Hallelujah mountains, I gazed in awe at detailed Ikran amongst the clouds with their riders. Another was an underwater scene with the Metkayina and the Tulkun, depicting infants swimming with Ilu. Then my eyes fell upon the final tapestry, it was a beach scene… but I didn’t recognise any of the plants. Three tawtute were depicted playing in the shallows yet they had no masks. The child looked eerily like (Y/N)... was this her family on Earth?

“Rukan?” I hear (Y/N) call from outside. “You ok in there?” I sweep the floor finding the tablet hidden under a blanket and something else falls out. My song cord? I frantically pat my waistband where it was usually tied to find the area vacant. How did I not notice it missing? But how did (Y/N) have it in the first place?

 “Rukan, seriously are you alright?” She calls again, her voice rising in concern.

“Yes, yes. Coming!” I call back before securing it to my waistband and tucking the tablet under my arm, clambering out of the Marui. 

I take a breath and lean down handing the tablet off to her I watch her tap away, looks like she is talking to another tawtute in a language I can’t understand. “Can I ask you something?” I ask looking at her intently. 

“Yeah go for it.”

“You had my song cord, where was it?”

“Oh, you dropped it when you were fishing, probably got snagged on a rock and it came loose. I spotted it and picked it up. Intending to give it back of course.” She says jokingly.

“Ah, Thank you so much! They mean so much to the Navi. I would have been heartbroken if I couldn't find it.” I express in gratitude, (Y/N) smiling in return “On another note, I was just looking at the tapestries on your walls” She meets my eyes and her gaze softens as she hums in acknowledgement. “Did you make them, they are made well.”

She giggles brushing stray hairs from her cheeks. “Mm, I did. I’m not all data and research you know. I love to stitch in my free time.”

“You would get along with my Mother, she also loves stitching.” The words just spill from my lips without thinking.

She smiles looking up at me, scratching the nape of her neck “You think so?” I smile and nod my chest feeling warm as she looks at me.

“You know, back on Earth, I wanted to be an artist, to make tapestries and sell them around the world. But that didn’t pay the bills. So I studied marine biology and soon joined the Avatar program to help find a solution for our dying oceans.” She sighs dejectedly.

“It’s very sad that your talents were not recognised by your people.”

“Very sad, Rukan… very sad indeed” She replied. “But on the other hand, I wouldn’t be here with you right now. I would still be in a sick world without ever knowing the beauty of Pandora.” She smiles gently at the thought. “Everything happens for a reason, you must see the dark to know when you’re in the light…”

“Very true,” I say as I sit down, swaying my legs off the ledge as I watch the shoreline in the distance.

“Norm and Max will be here soon. They were already on their way when they saw the storm approaching.” (Y/N) stated, twiddling her thumbs and adjusting her lacklustre leg brace.

“Please come back soon…” I whisper. More to myself than to her. I stare at my feet, missing the downcast look on her features.

“Hey.” She whispers, I turn to her and see her holding her pinky out to me. That strange fifth finger. I remember she did that when we first met. “Promise?” She sees my confused look before elaborating “This is the way tawtute swear by our word. Now you know I will return. Come on Rukan, intertwine your outer finger with mine to seal the promise.”

I try my best to withhold a smile yet can’t help myself reaching out and intertwining my finger with hers. She gives it a single shake and lets go. “I’ll hold you to that. See you soon” I say as I see the helicopter settle onto the sand. An Omaticaya in tawtute clothing and a regular tawtute man emerge, running down the beach to (Y/N).

POV (Y/N)

“NORM! MAX!” I call out excited to see my friends in person after so long.

“(Y/N), Holy shit- we came to check up on you when we saw the storm on the radar. Good thing we set off so early. You would be stranded out here for days with a broken leg.” Norm rambled, his looming avatar flailing around in worry. Then he and Max notice Rukan’s presence. Rukan coughs awkwardly into his fist and gives a wave.

Norm and Max became flustered, and quickly gave the greeting gesture and began speaking Navi. “Oh hello! (Y/N) didn’t notify us she made a Metkayina friend.” Rukan’s ears prick up in acknowledgement and giving his greeting gesture in return.

“Ah, you are both fluent. A nice surprise. Yes, I’m (Y/N)’s friend. I’ve been caring for her during the storm. She said she would be moving back to the Omaticaya temporarily. When will she return to the ocean?” Rukan says to the two men, I smile as he refers to me as a friend.

“Ah, well that depends, she needs to heal and tend to some matters in the primary base, plus the base needs to be rebuilt. It will take a couple of weeks for everything to be resolved.”

“A-a couple of weeks?” Rukan responds startled.

“Yes - Her leg needs to be monitored to ensure no long-standing damage occurs. It's in her best interest to stay with the medics.” Max tries to reason with Rukan.

I watch Rukan’s features screw up and he crosses his arms over his chest in denial. I reach out and place a hand on his bicep. “Remember we promised. I’ll return as soon as I can.” I reason and I see his ears droop.

I miss the knowing look shared between Norm and Max during our interaction.

“Come on (Y/N), it's time to say your goodbyes. We need to get you checked out.” I sigh knowing our time has come to an end. Norm goes to wrap his blue arm around me but Rukan beats him to it. I squeak in surprise at his firm grip.

“I’ll walk her,” Rukan states, both of us walking ahead of Norm and Max. Rukan climbs up the steps and places me gently in the middle seat, watching me strap myself in. 

I look up at him with a soft smile. “You won't even notice I’m gone. Just do your normal duties and I'll be back before you know it.” 

With a solemn nod, he pats my knee momentarily and hops out, walking away from the helicopter. Soon Norm and Max strap themselves in and signal the pilot to lift off. The whirring of the propellers makes me cover my ears before Norm slips on some earmuffs. As the helicopter ascends I look down watching a teal form get smaller and smaller. I faintly see Rukan waving goodbye and I wave back. It saddens me to leave the ocean, but I know I’ll return stronger than ever.

As Rukan disappears from view Norm asks a question I hate on an 8-hour flight.

“So who’s that Metkayina boy?”

Oh, Eywa. This is going to be a long couple of weeks.

Enjoy the next chapter in my Masterlist! & join the taglist

[baileythebean]

WOULD ANYONE LIKE TO CREATE A DISCORD/GROUP CHAT TO BE FRIENDS WITH ME 🫧

Requirements:

Above the age of 10, below the age of 19 (unless we already know each other)

We don’t already have to be mutuals, we can become friends!

Absolutely no racism, sexism, zionism, transphobia, homophobia, radfeminism, transmedicalism, or discrimination against others for no reason

Making this with the intent of having some friends, please try not to exclude anyone!

Respect everyone in the server + interests, hobbies, etc

Cringe culture is dead in this server

Intro:

Hi hii! I’m Bailey and I am a 13 year old FtM transmasc :) making this server with the intent to hang out and just make friends - I live in North America, and I only stay up late sometimes (just to give you an idea of the time zone)

This server will be very queer/trans friendly, cosplayer friendly, ‘weird kid’ friendly, etc!

MY INTERESTS:

art (digital or trad, mainly drawing) making OCs human anatomy/biology sharks collecting trinkets/plushies/pins cosplaying doing makeup Genshin Impact Jujutsu Kaisen My Hero Academia Researching diseases Ramshackle Gachiakuta Ouran High School Host Club Sasaki to Miyano Mob Psycho 100 The Disastrous Life of Saiki K. Heaven Official’s Blessing/TGCF Naruto Demon Slayer/Kimetsu no Yaiba Avatar the Last Airbender Sanrio Hatsune Miku: Colorful Stage researching psychology and sociology Wings of Fire Coraline The Nightmare Before Christmas Jazmin Bean Nirvana Metallica Yaelokre The Amazing Digital Circus Hunter x Hunter Roleplaying with OCs/canon characters Probably more, but I’m forgetting 😭 MORE ABOUT ME: I speak English and near-fluent Hungarian! I am Hungarian and Japanese. I am struggling with depression, so forgive me if I don’t respond right away 😅 Potential AuDHD

And that’s about it! Here’s a link - just join if you’re interested and say hi!!

[another-lost-mc]

(Fallen) Angels Round Table Discussion: Fashion

Featuring: A mixed bag of canon and OC angels and some of their fallen brethren.

"So, honest question - who comes up with these outfit designs?"

GABRIEL: Most angels meet with someone from the tailoring guild and they can request what sorts of clothing they'd like.

SERAPHIEL: Clothing is also a popular gift for angels that pass their ascension trials.

"Does hierarchy or rank have anything to do with the types of clothes angels are allowed to wear?"

SIMEON: Not really. It mostly boils down to preference. Certain styles are more practical than others too. For example, most of the warriors choose not to wear robes on a daily basis. I only wear mine for very special occasions.

METATRON: Michael and Lucifer couldn't be more different style-wise and they were both Seraphs.

MICHAEL: I designed a new outfit for Lucifer that was a little bit more...relaxed...but he wouldn't wear it. Asmodeus even helped with it.

LUCIFER: That’s exactly why I refused. You show enough skin for both of us.

"Now that you mention it, is there a practical reason for designing tight clothes with, um, decorative cut-outs?"

RAPHAEL: It helps us stay cool and prevent heat sickness during our hottest season.

HABUHIAH: Loose clothing isn't comfortable to wear underneath armor.

RAPHAEL: I don't think that's much of a concern anymore.

HABUHIAH: You have more faith than I do when it comes to certain demons.

BELIAL: Are you still upset about our little scuffle in the human world? It's been nearly five-thousand years.

URIEL: You mean the pointless war that you started?

BELIAL: It was actually very profitable.

URIEL: You're the worst.

GABRIEL: Shh, darling. Just pretend he's not here.

BELIAL: That's not very nice, Gabe. You haven't missed me even a teeny-tiny bit?

HABUHIAH: You can't be serious.

METATRON: If we have time later, I'd love to talk to you about your involvement in that skirmish. The official records we have aren't very detailed.

BELIAL: Say no more! I'd be delighted to stay as long as necessary and—

GABRIEL: Absolutely not.

"So, back to the whole why angelic clothing is so revealing thing...?”

SERAPHIEL: Right. Well, from a utility point of view, form-fitted clothes usually work best because you still want to be able to move your body freely without any restrictions. Wearing something flimsy like a cloak is a potential disaster too, at least if you're in a fight.

RAPHAEL: Michael learned that the hard way.

URIEL: The younglings were in the garden and got a firsthand demonstration about combat safety so at least something good came from it.

MICHAEL: You set your cloak on fire by accident one time and your friends never let you forget it.

RAPHAEL: That was an accident? I thought you did it on purpose to get out of training that day.

SIMEON: The point is, a lot of those considerations aren't as important as they used to be. Now we simply wear what we like.

AZRA: Are we going to gloss over the other very important reason? That some of us just wanted to look good?

LUCIFER: Riveting input from our resident incubus.

HABUHIAH: What's that gesture Azazel is making with his hand?

SERAPHIEL: I'm not sure, but judging by Lucifer's expression it's probably not nice.

MICHAEL: Their demonic forms are much more impressive than the photos I've seen on Devilgram.

RAPHAEL: Should we try to stop them?

SIMEON: It's more entertaining if we don't.

METATRON: But I don't want anyone to get hurt.

URIEL: Wait, why is Belial fighting now too?

SERAPHIEL: He's upset that his suit got scorched when one of their wayward spells hit him by accident.

GABRIEL: I hope you're pleased with yourself since this was all your idea, Michael. But I have to admit, I expected much worse.

MICHAEL: See, I told you not to worry. It's just like old times!

A/N: Here's something silly that helped distract me from real life stuff that's kept me busy lately. This vaguely incorporates some Celestial Realm headcanons/worldbuilding, and to be honest, I just wanted to throw these characters into a room and see what happened. (Chaos. Chaos happened.)

[radicalredrasp]

Hotwire

My TFA oc, a mini-con who’s an assassin willing to finish any bot for a good price.

While the hot pink of her paint job may get rid of the element of surprise that an assassin would need, she more than makes up for it in speed and agility. Pink is after all the colour of energon in the TFA series, so she is symbolically covered in it. (By that I mean blood)

She comes equipped with a built in hot wiring kit and a static blaster, which allows her to stun or immobilize her enemies. She also had elongating limbs, they’re fun to mess around with when I draw her ngl.

As the name implies she has a hot temper. While, not ideal for the job, can benefit her in some ways. Quick decision making. Where she stirs in an idea. Ex: If someone does her wrong or costs her a potential client, she will hang onto that bitterness and make sure they suffer severely. Her acts of revenge are well thought out and cruelly catered to the bot (or human) in question.

Even with her fiery attitude and clear resentment issues- she does have a warped sense of justice. She sanctifies violence, believing it to be the only way to enact change. She doesn’t work for a specific faction (ooooh spooky) but does want to help anyone she has the time for. But a lot of her ‘help’ comes from what she thinks is right for others.

[paper-possum-party-pal]

It is time to unveil the final character in the Proctor Lineup!

Meet The Director!

The Director is an oc I made when I was first getting into The Stanley Parable after thinking ‘hey, I associate The Narrator with yellow and squares and The Curator with blue and triangles, what if there was a third one associated with red and circles?’ And thus, The Director was Born.

The three proctors are siblings that collectively watch over Earth to observe humans. They’re not really sure the exact reasons for doing so, other than the vague knowledge of humans being particularly dangerous toward their kind which they retained from the Informis Voxumis they split from. The Director is the ‘middle’ sibling based on how quickly they gained their bearings after the initial split, with the Curator having done so before them and the Narrator after. All of them grew increasingly curious about humans, and while the Curator went to spend time among them and brought one into her space and the Narrator created a human using the essence of one that had recently passed, The Director made a human completely by scratch. Funnily enough, none of them initially realized that the others had started interacting with humans, so for a while they were hiding it from each other until The Curator found out about Stanley through a slip up from The Narrator during a conversation. The Narrator thought he successfully covered it up but was proven wrong when The Curator connected her museum to his parable and added the museum ending. They found out about The Directors human last since they tend to be much better at keeping to themselves, though The Director was aware of the other two’s protagonists.

The Director’s story is called ‘The Allegory of Grey’, because it knew that doing so would bother The Narrator, not only because ‘It’s blatant plagiarism of my work, my ideas!’ but also because Grey’s given last name is Anderson and it’s funny to hear the Narrator rant about the ‘wasted potential, I mean seriously, you could have used alliteration right there! ‘The Allegory of Anderson’ has much better flow and I know you agree so why would you not change it?!’. It loves messing with its siblings and once it finds out about TK they become best buddies and everyone suffers for it. TK loves being the distraction while The Director works in the background. The Director messes with The Curator far less because they know that she has little tolerance for their shenanigans and will toss them out of her space. The Director was the one to come up with the sibling’s last name, and had only chosen it so that when you said it’s full name out loud it would sound like ‘Director’. This bothers the other two, but they don’t argue too much because honestly Torrent is a pretty good last name to be stuck with when you’re as dramatic as these three. Stanley and Mariella are friends with The Director and Grey and will sometimes come down to ‘The Studio’ to hang out, chat, and chill.

Due to the Directors love of horror and built up frustration at having to watch humanity to ensure they don’t become a threat, it builds The Allegory. The Allegory is a sandbox initially made to take their frustration out on a ‘human’ by subjecting them to whatever horror thing they were interested in exploring. The Director takes inspiration from the countless types of horror games and movies that exist in play style, themes, monsters, etc. They think about putting a real human in it, but that would raise some suspicion as messing with the plane of existence humans live on would cause noticeable interference. So they created a human that was essentially an ai that would follow orders and experience whatever new horrors The Director wanted to explore. Grey and The Director initially start out as opposing forces similarly to Stanley and The Narrator, but they slowly warm up to each other as The Director first realizes they are sentient, and then actually considers the impact that living through the allegory might have on their psyche. Grey does not forgive The Director immediately, in fact, it takes a very long time and a lot of effort on The Director’s part to improve for Grey to even consider it. One of the things they bond over is art and painting, which led to them painting each other in their down time once The Director gets a human form.

One thing to note about the siblings human forms is that they are incredibly difficult to make, and trying to make tweaks can lead to accidentally unraveling the form and having to start over. Furthermore, the Informis Voxumis method of splitting into new entities to reproduce has a few requirements to ensure that they are strong enough to use all of their abilities and won’t be stunted when doing things such as taking new forms. This is why all three siblings need glasses and The Director needs hearing aids. The Narrator has asthma and blood pressure issues in his human form, while The Curator has arthritis and several allergies, mostly mild skin allergies but some are more severe. All three get migraines all of the time and have some kind of back problems that occasionally lead to the use of canes.

This post is getting super long so I’ll leave you with these last images. I’ll have a profile for Grey done in the future, but if you go back to the very first piece of artwork I posted, you can see them in the background behind Mariella! That appearance is how they first looked when The Director created them. It’s kind of interesting that there aren’t a lot of original characters that people make for this game. I’ve seen some office sona’s but not really other characters that are like The Narrator or Curator. At least I haven’t seen them so maybe I’m looking in the wrong places. If you have some of your own I’d like to hear about them!

Final Lineup!

[mysticmyths]

Please note that this has been edited from my previous posts and it’s been several months at least since I last wrote so in rusty!

🧚 I’m summoning all my medieval fantasy lovers who enjoy throwing headcanons around, plotting together, enthusiasm that is mutual, creating Pinterest boards and playlists. I really want to meet a writing partner who has the same passion for what we write, I want to completely immerse ourselves into the world we create and freak out over the couple we create. I only feel comfortable writing with non binary and women. It makes me uncomfortable to write with a cis man. I myself am a woman, in case you’re curious. I’m now 23 so I ask that my writing partners be 18+!

I’m looking for somebody who will want to stay up til late because we’re too excited to sleep, I want a friend as well as a writing partner. I’m mainly looking for mxf pairings right now, I’m fine with playing whichever gender. Truly doesn’t matter to me. I only ask please don’t just use me for male muses and expect me to constantly write against overly submissive and docile female muses. I really want characters with substance and fire and passion within their souls. I want to see personality. I want someone to world build with, plot together and create Pinterest boards and playlists, find memes and quotes to share to inspire. It really helps immerse us both and connect to each other as writers and to our world!

I’d really like for our plot to include enemies to lovers and kingdoms at war, and other suggestions I have are ;, sunshine x grumpy, fated soul mates, morally grey characters, spicy female characters, villain gets the girl, obsessive love, touch her and die, dark male characters, villains with a purpose to be truly sinister, found family, side characters, gods, vampires, witches, fae / elves and more, banter between our oc’s, plot twists, dark kingdoms, magic, royalty, and there are so many I’m missing but I can’t think of right now. I’d really love to write as or write against a female muse who has depth to her and isn’t overly submissive. I want complexed characters. I want spice.

I’m a sucker for one human muse (even if temporarily) and the other a fantasy creature. Though it isnt required! It’s optional. I love the angst and all of that to go with it. I don’t have a particular storyline that I’m set on but I do know I want kingdoms at war, enemies to lovers and potential mates if you like Idea. I adore soulmate plots.

I am an advanced writer ranging from adv lit to novella. Anything else bores me I’m sorry! I’d prefer for our story to have spice in it, I feel like it adds so much to the story. I write solely on discord.

For face claims I prefer realistic, be that as real life people, realistic art or AI’s. The option is open!

If you’re interested in getting to know me better and discussing a possible roleplay, interact and I’ll message you! But please, I ask you only interact if you’re willing to give the same kind of energy back. I’m a very excitable person and to receive none of the enthusiasm back in return, will likely cause me to grow disinterested. I just want to make friends and make a beautiful story! As for pairings, I would like for it to be a wlm pairing. I’m contented to play either a male or female muse! Most of my characters are the villain / morally grey type, so please be accepting of that. It’s what I feel most comfortable with.

[sleepy-spacetronaut]

Info sheet for the Human Bill design + some drawings

*had to censor because I don’t know if it would get me yeeted off Tumblr or not.

The Handyman Bill AU is actually interesting because there are multiple outcome possibilities from there…

For one, I like the idea of Bill exiting the Theraprism to find himself with most of his powers stripped away and be taken in by Soos and Melody to live and work with them in the mystery shack. I can imagine the amount of shenanigans he’d drag the Pines family into.

On the topic of appearance

Ive seen a ton of anthropomorphic Bill Cipher designs over the past weeks, and each has a cool concept with their own specialties (Spoony’s design is particularly notable). My Bill, unfortunately, looks like a middle aged, expired version of the ‘twink Bill’ from around 2015, except with longer hair. This design is different from what I had imagined it to be, so I chose to draw Bill in 3 stages (as a kid, young adult and as a middle aged man. I’ll post his younger form sometimes later) so the character design wouldn’t go to waste.

For the outfit, I just went with what I’ve seen people draw him clothed in and what I thought would look comfortable. I feel like after being trapped in the Theraprism for ‘rehab’, he would be neglectful of his overall appearance, instead of going for fancier stuff like tuxedos or coats and capes, he’d probably enjoy to wear baggy clothes you can easily throw in the washer and won’t require thorough maintenance. (He might look dusty, but he takes baths, I swear—)

They’re a few variations of what he wears while still with the totality of his powers, maybe I will give him another , more elaborate outfit. I have yet to draw a full body version of Bill where I can show his tattoos and scars—currently I must decide on what to do with his face, I have too many single-eyed ocs, and I’d like to add an original touch to him.

When would the AU in which Bill returns take place?

After the Weirdmaggedon occurred, the residents of Gravity Falls were probably still shaken by the amount of strange and atrocious things they experienced. They’re great chances they’d still be triggered when they see cipher script or anything that reminds them of the evil triangle demon.

In the case of my design for him ,and potential fanfiction outline, Bill would have returned into the dimension where the Pines family won two years after the events, so the traumatic events are fresh in their collective memory. So, Bill would be put under intense scrutiny (by everyone but especially Stan and Ford, they’d be mistrustful of him) and be forced to cover up his tattoos when at work…and in general.

Bill would have a certain reluctance to work at the shack, he’d try to scam the customers to get the sales up upon and get caught red handed at it, or try slacking off during his shifts to try to sneak in Ford’s lab in search for anything that could help him restore his power to its former glory.

The highlight of his days would potentially be to annoy the Pines family, bonding with Mabel and Dipper (being let onto their gossip and some activities they do, maybe help out with their studies as well), and ABOVE ALL, to have some alone time at night to stare at the starry sky.

Psychological traits and etc.

As for his personality, he would be a lot less flamboyant, still as sassy as ever though, perhaps grouchy from being forced to interact with ‘insufferable sentient meat sacks trapped in a cage of bones with a squishy exterior’. From the majority of cases I have observed, Bill keeps a nonchalant attitude, he is fairly collected and only truly lets out his emotions when it comes to fits of anger, jealousy or, in rare cases, sadness (often related to flashbacks of his childhood or his parents in the Euclidean world).

But what if it wasn’t the case? What if instead, Bill, as a human, would be unable to control his emotions? I had a theory that Bill Cipher has a higher pain tolerance while in his triangular, two-dimensional form partially from his powers but also because of his body isn’t entirely physical, and so it may lack several sensory receptors.

His liking for pain may be due to the fact he could barely feel anything (or plainly because he’s a masochist. Who knows.) It would qualify as a new and interesting experience for him, and he is a curious creature who also ‘efs around to find out’.

However, once he gains a physical human body, he will be faced with various problems humans have: muscle pain, bloating, cramps, eye sores, back sores, hair loss, acne, sickness, getting cuts and bruises easily…and never mind gravity, which would be a new inconvenience for a being who used to float almost 24/7.

So Bill wouldn’t be able to control his emotions because of how humans tend to feel a lot,he’d be forced to resort to masking and even then he wouldn’t be able to hold it for long. Plus, when he was a metaphysical shape, he had a bigger pain tolerance by contrast to when he gained a human body with hundreds of touch and pain receptors—Drinking with his eyes won’t be working no more, ouch!

He’d easily get a meltdown because of overstimulation (from the environment, from interaction with people he mostly hates or dislikes, and from being able to feel a lot more sensations than while in his bi-dimensional, triangular form) and have trouble regulating his body.

Additionally, Bill heavily relied on his magic powers to get stuff he needed or to protect himself, but now that a great chunk of his magic abilities would be gone , it would require more effort from him to do anything. And if he ends up activating the remaining power, the constant use of it would always backfire as his human shell isn’t made to contain the pressure of magic, resulting in cramps and stomach issues.

As a final note to this, in the show it had been shown that he is short tempered and easily leans into his emotions (especially anger) but can use his magic in order to ‘blow off some steam’. (Remember Time Baby and his whole squadron of men—except like for Blendin, getting erased?) However now, he cannot blow up a planet just because he’s having a tantrum, so he would most likely just stomp the ground while shrieking like a five year old.

Yes, when put under pressure, the evil Triangle becomes a CRYangle.

P-S. : He’s trying his best, plz be nice to him.

Edit: Woops it’s Blendin , not Baldwin, he’s not bald yet.