#a few for you mweheh!

[thorntopieces]

crosslands

resplendent glory

transcendent journey

cry of the last unicorn

some others: arctic fire (robert buckley) , ride (samuel r. hazo) , goddess of fire (steven reineke) , windjammer (robert buckley) , whispers from beyond (rossano galante) , music from how to train your dragon (john powell / shaun o'loughlin) , arabesque (samuel r. hazo) , pirates of the caribbean (auckland symphonic) , cyclone (michael oare) , fate of the gods (steven reineke)

*scuttles up appropriately close to you*

hihi im back to be a little pain in your neck /lh /j

if you want music that isn't like. rock or pop. but is still like complex and nice to listen to for writing i really really recommend literally any symphonic orchestra piece written by rossano gallante. i played them all the time back when i was in marching/symphonic band and even to this day they're a staple on my playlist. you can find them on youtube! my favourite is probably crosslands or the last centaur

*scuttles away*

WAIT, WAIT, COME BACK TAKE ME WITH YOU!!!

[locomoqo]

haiii!!! i may have spent the rest of my time reading all your works🥲🥲 and is it okay to request Girl Dad! jake,goo and gun reacting to their baby just blabbering and them going on with it like “yeah i know right” “that’s so true”

thank you!! (also take ur time since it looks like you have alot on ur plate atm💕💕)

sweet talk

ft. Gun Park, Goo Kim & Jake Kim x f!reader [separate]

details: fluff, established relationship (married)

A/N: I SAW THIS AND I WAS LIKE OH I HAVE TO DO THISSS ITS SO SAUR CUTEEEE YIEEE THANK YOU ANON FOR THIS REQ mweheh i love reqs like these

ᯓ★—GUN

Gun worked swiftly, slicing the apples with precision. He glanced over at his baby girl in her seat, her wide eyes tracking his every move as he sliced through each piece. You were down with a fever, leaving him to not only take care of you but also to manage his curious, babbling daughter.

He held up a bunny-shaped apple slice, presenting it to her with a slight smirk. Her reaction was immediate—eyes lighting up as she reached out, tiny fingers stretching toward the apple. “You like the bunny?” he asked as she took it and clumsily tried to nibble on it, ending up with more drool than bites.

Gun shook his head with a faint smile, but just as he turned back to finish the apple slices, she banged her chubby hands on the tray, her little mouth opening in a string of excited babbles.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, tilting his head as she bounced in her seat, one hand gripping the bunny slice like a prized possession while the other pointed insistently at the plate.

“These are for mommy,” he explained, trying to hold his ground, but she only babbled louder, waving her free hand around as if to insist.

Gun sighed, glancing at the bunny-shaped slice she held, and then at the other slices on the plate. “You want all of them like this?” he muttered, looking back at her. “You think mommy would like it, huh?”

“Mamamama!” she gurgled happily, slapping her tiny hands against the tray again, clearly delighted at his consideration.

Gun chuckled, shaking his head. “Fine, you win.” He picked up another apple slice, carefully cutting it into another bunny shape. His daughter watched, entranced, and when he showed her the new bunny, she squealed with delight.

As he worked, Gun continued to talk to her, more to keep her entertained than anything. “Think mommy’s going to like the bunnies?” he mused out loud, and she responded with a babble, as if offering her very serious opinion on the matter.

After finishing, he arranged the bunny-shaped slices neatly on the plate, giving one last glance to his daughter, who had finally managed a small nibble on her slice. “Well, if it makes you two happy…” he muttered with a small, barely-there smile, carrying his daughter in one arm and the plate in his other hand to bring a little joy to his sick wife.

With his daughter happily babbling away at her “help” and his own satisfaction at his work.

ᯓ★—GOO

Goo strolled through the house with his baby girl snuggled in her carrier, her tiny feet kicking as she took in everything with wide, curious eyes. Every few steps, she’d babble something, and Goo would gasp dramatically, as if she’d just shared the most incredible news.

“Oh, really?” he chuckled, bouncing her gently. “You’re just full of stories today, aren’t you?”

They paused in the hallway when she started reaching out, her little hand stretching toward a framed photo on the wall. It was a candid picture of Goo and you, both smiling on your wedding day. She babbled louder, smacking her little hand against the photo, clearly fascinated.

“Oh-ho! You found mama and dada, huh?” Goo teased, leaning closer to the picture so she could get a better look. She gurgled, waving her hands at the frame, and Goo’s grin grew. “You like that, huh? That’s ‘cause mama’s in it. She’s the pretty one, right? Dada’s just the one making her laugh.”

“Umwa, mwaamama!” she let out a string of babbles, and Goo put on a look of mock surprise. “You think she’s prettier than me? Oh, so it’s like that, huh?” he said, feigning hurt. “I’ll let that one slide since you’re my favorite girl.”

His daughter’s little noises filled the hall, and he grinned, nodding like she’d made the smartest observation. “Ohhh, you think I got lucky, huh? You got that right, sweetie. Lucky, lucky, lucky,” he chuckled. “And look at you, you’re her little twin! Same smile, same cute face… except you got daddy’s charm, don’t you?” he added with a wink, booping her nose.

Another babble.

“Yeah, I know,” he replied, nodding as though they were having a full-blown conversation. “She’s smart, tough, and—well, let’s just say she’s got me wrapped around her finger. And you… you’re just like her, you know? Gonna grow up and be just as amazing.”

He paused, caught off guard by his own words, blinking in surprise as he felt a weird flutter in his chest. “Whoa, that was... okay, that was a little too sentimental,” he muttered, looking down at his daughter, who just blinked up at him with wide, curious eyes. “Ugh, daddy went full cringe mode for a second there. Ignore that, okay?”

But she just babbled back, and Goo groaned playfully, rolling his eyes. “Oh, great, you’re telling mama? You’re ratting dada out for being sappy? Unbelievable,” he said before pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

ᯓ★—JAKE

Jake rocked his crying little girl in his arms, gently swaying back and forth as he tried every trick he could think of to calm her down. He bounced her, hummed softly, even gave her that little “shh-shh-shh” that sometimes worked like magic. But today? Not a chance. Her babbling came between tiny, hiccupping sobs, and he leaned down to look at her with a gentle smile, brushing a thumb softly across her chubby cheek.

“Someone’s got a lot to say,” he murmured, his voice soft. “Tell me, princess, what’s wrong? You hungry?” He shifted her in his arms, bouncing her lightly. “Or are you just giving daddy a little piece of your mind?”

His daughter’s cries softened for a moment, only to pick back up again with another babble. Jake widened his eyes, nodding as if he fully understood her complaints. “Ah, I see, I see,” he replied, nodding seriously. “So it’s the blanket, huh? Not soft enough? Or was it the bottle? Too warm? Too cold? Man, this is complicated.”

She let out another babble-cry, tiny fists reaching up to grab onto his shirt as if she were clinging to her last hope. He chuckled, taking her tiny hand and pressing a gentle kiss to her fingers. “Alright, I get it, princess. You’re not mad. Just… sharing some feedback, right? I respect that.”

She let out a series of softer babbles, staring up at him with watery eyes, and Jake leaned forward, pressing his forehead lightly to hers. “Yeah, I’m listening. Go on, get it all out. Daddy’s right here.”

With each little sound she made, Jake nodded along, pretending to take mental notes. “Oh, so it’s my singing you’re not a fan of? I thought it was pretty good—so did mommy, but maybe I need some pointers from the expert,” he whispered, winking. “And the rocking chair? Too slow, right? Got it, I’ll add that to daddy’s list.”

She continued to babble, and he kept going along with it, his voice taking on a playful tone. “And here I thought daddy was nailing it, huh? Guess I still have a lot to learn from the boss.”

She let out a few more babbling sounds, her tone shifting like she was calming down, and Jake continued, nodding sympathetically. “And on top of that, maybe you missed mommy a little too, right? Thought she’d be here, didn’t you?” He gave her a warm smile, his fingers tracing gentle circles on her back. 

Finally, her cries faded into little hiccups, her big eyes staring up at him. Jake let out a soft laugh, his hand rubbing soothing circles on her back. “See? You just needed someone to listen. Don’t worry, princess—I’ll always be here, taking notes and making sure everything’s just right.”

His daughter cooed softly, finally content, her tiny fingers clutching his shirt as she nestled closer. Jake let out a relieved sigh, pulling her closer.

[freddleafton12345-blog]

Small nsfw fic w/ Knuckles mwehehe (reader is female and can be mobian, or human!)

You felt the waves of pleasure roll across your body as your partner lapped at your lower regions, as if he was starving.

"Ahh~! Knuckles slow down-" You firmly gripped his quills, feeling the soft yet rough texture on your fingers.

He paused his actions, looking up at you with concern in his magenta eyes. "My dear, are you in pain?"

"N-no but you're going a bit hard. Try not to use your teeth, silly.." you panted with a hazy smile across your face.

"As you command, my queen." The warrior gave you a nod, then he continued to eat you out. He guided your legs to rest over his shoulders, and he gripped your waist.

Your moans only got louder as you felt your high approaching quickly. This felt way too good. And you couldn't be happier to lose your virginity to your partner.

"Fuck~! I'm close~! More, give me more~!!" You screamed.

Knuckles pulled his muzzle away from your slick folds and licked his lips. "If that's what you truly want, I'll gladly oblige." He smirked a bit.

You helped him align his huge member between your folds, then you looked up at him.

Sensing your hesitation, the Echidna leaned down and put a gentle kiss upon your forehead. "Hush now, my dear. I'll make you feel all the pleasure you desire."

Once you gave him a small nod, he gently pushed himself into you with a low groan, gritting his teeth. You moaned and your eyes rolled back as the feeling of ecstacy grew.

The moment he began thrusting is when you lost it, wrapping your arms around him to bring him closer as you moaned like a whore.

"Ahh..my l-love..your body is a magnificent temple!" Knuckles groaned and held you closely, careful not to crush you with his gloved hands.

"Feels g-good! So g-!" You managed to get a hold of yourself when you heard the low sound of the garage door opening.

Oh God's, it was Tom and Maddie! They must've brought the boys home from dinning out earlier than they said they would!

"Knuckles~! Hurry-" You didn't want to delay your release, and you didn't want the family seeing or hearing this.

With a firm nod, the warrior trusted faster and harder, just bringing you to your climax as the front doors opened.

"AYOOO! WE'RE BACK! AND TAILS AND I BROUGHT LEFTOVERS!" Sonic proudly announced, having a small box in his hands.

Maddie looked around the living room, petting Ozzy once before looking at Tom. "Do you think they're in the basement?"

Tom perked up and looked up the stairs. "I can hear noises. I'll go tell them we've got leftovers."

When Tom opened the door to the bedroom, he looked at Knuckles, then you.

"Ah, Mr. Wachowski! You have returned from your journey so soon?" The Echidna had you snuggled against him with the TV displaying some random nature show.

Thank GOD you both managed to fix the bed sheets so they looked decent enough. Otherwise you'd so be dead-

"Yeah, the boys really wanted to get back home for the baseball game tonight. But we brought leftovers, so I thought you two would be interested!"

You nodded and got up, having your comfy clothes on. But when you tried walking, you fell on your face.

"Oh, y/n! Are you okay?" The police officer helped you onto your feet, then he caught sight of the hickeys on your neck. "...um-"

You blushed and dusted yourself off. "Got into a fight with Ozzy! He bit me a few times! But I'm okay!"

The Echidna nodded to back up your point. "I managed to step in and separate them before it got out on control. I will go join the Fox, Hedgehog, and pretzel woman." He took his leave.

Tom shook his head with a knowing smirk, then handed you a turtleneck sweater. "Hide those marks with this, then come join us, okay?"

You nodded in embarrassment.

But it felt good, so you scored a win!

[mooooonnnzz]

hi!!! I fell in love with your content and I wanted to make a little request, since it was on my mind for a while...

It's kinda cringe but I saw your hc's/fic about Stan's and Ford's reaction to their daughter having a partner, but what would they say about the break-up??? how would they react?? 💔💔

I'm Glad There Is You

Stan + Ford HC's of you getting broken up with!

ʚ♡ɞ 4,2k words

ʚ♡ɞ we're so back

ʚ♡ɞ i've been cooking this up for the past few days mwehehe

ʚ♡ɞ i won't be publishing fics as frequently! but its better cuz i wont be pushing out poopy fics. i can actually take my time with them and make em better :3

ʚ♡ɞ that's all enjoy! request are still open too :p

🎱 Stan

𝄞 Stan hadn’t suspected a thing when he saw you rush into your room after being out all day. You occasionally do that when you were exhausted and had no more battery left in you to uphold another conversation. But, when he saw you all disheveled in appearance. Not bothering to glance at him, let alone tell him about your day, he knew something was up. Springing your wellbeing in the conversation was tricky. He knows that if he straight up asked if you’re okay, you’d burst out into tears and cry out incoherent words that sounded like mushed up sobs into his ear. So how could he ease you into talking about yourself without having you break down? For the remainder of the day, he was tackling himself with ways he could ask about how you’re doing, stemming from slapping a sticky note on your forehead to passing a note under your door. But none of them seemed effective. His brain was splitting into two. He couldn’t decide and the day was coming to a close. The orange overhang of the sun shone into the shack and Stan was contemplating on asking your partner why you were sad because if he didn’t know what was going on, your partner had an idea or the full picture. He decided against it though. Maybe this was something you’d rather keep to yourself? 

𝄞 The stress was so bad he had to go outside for a quick smoke. Seeing you in an emotional state of disarray sends him into one as well. He plucked a cigarette from his pack and pinched it in between his lips. Craning his head up a bit to light up the cigarette, he shielded the orange flame sparkling to life from the wind with his cupped hand. He blew a stream of smoke into the evening air, his electrifying nerves nulling into a soft calming buzz. He knew smoking was bad for him, but he couldn’t stray away from it in times like these. The door to the front porch painfully creaked open. Looking over his shoulder, he softly smiled upon seeing you. “Pumpkin,” He pats the side right next to him. You take the seat and inhale the crisp air—well, from what you can get with all the cigarette smoke littering the air. “Second hand smoking is way worse than first hand.” You mention, delicate amusement trailing in your words as you take a seat beside him. 

𝄞 “You’re the one who walked out here knowing I was smoking.” He replied with a flick of his hand. Another trail of smoke escapes his mouth as he exhales, his body visibly relaxing into the familiar routine. “I should get a cigarette too.” You stretched out your arms, cracking a small smile. “Heh,” Stan flicked the cigarette, small shreds of ashes trickling down from the burning end of the stick. “You think you’re funny.” You nod intensely. “I think I’m very funny.” You look off into the horizon, eyes carrying such a thick somber look to them Stan had to finally ask the question he had been beating around the bush for who knows how long. “You okay, kiddo?” 

𝄞 Your eyes glisten over with tears, bottom lip trembling as you hold back the words you’ve been dreading to say to your dad the minute news broke out to you. “Oh, [Name].” Stan burnt out his cigarette, his arm wrapping around your shoulders and bringing you closer to him. The pure affection coming from Stan made you pour out more tears, trembling sobs wracking your body as you mournfully cried onto his shoulder. “Let it out, sweetpea.” His hand comfortingly patted your back. This wasn’t how he wanted this to go, but maybe you needed a quick cry to comfortably tell him what happened. His stomach churned as the suspicion of the reason why you were crying into his shoulder rose. He had a feeling on why you were acting like that, but he had hoped he was wrong.

𝄞 He wasn’t wrong. He was right, unfortunately for him. After recollecting yourself to the best of your ability, Stan had discovered that your partner had broken up with you earlier today for reasons that they had not specified. Frustration bubbled up inside Stan and it took every bone in his body to not slam his fists on your ex’s door, gun in hand to shoot them down for breaking your heart. Instead, he opted to swallow down his anger and tend to you. You needed him to be right by your side and he wasn’t going to suddenly up and leave to shoot down a person. He’d wind up in jail and then you would have to deal with the loss of your partner and your dad. The thought sent chills down his spine. You peeled yourself off his shoulder, leaving a slobbering teary eyed stain on suit. “I’m sorry.” You mutter, eyes red and burning from the force of squeezing them closed. “It’s okay, sweetpea. You don’t need to apologize for things like this, you know that right?” His thumb swipes a stray tear off your cheek. “I know,” You hiccup. Stan seeing you like this infront of him shredded his heart into tiny little pieces. Who could hurt you like this? How could someone protect his child’s heart and break it the next day? Your partner even promised that they’d never pull a stunt like this, and yet here you are, bleary eyed and sniffily.

𝄞 Your face pinched with a forever sorrowful look and for a second he thinks that he’s never going to have you back, he’s never going to see your smile ever again and that alone terrifies him. There has to be something that can cheer you up, right? You’re not forever stuck in this pool of sadness? This is something someone can get over right? All prior knowledge to his personal relationship flies off his head and out the window. He removes himself from his thoughts and grounds him in the moment. What is something that’ll cheer you up? An idea sprouted in his mind. “Want to watch a movie with your old man?” He doesn’t know how you’d respond to his offer and it slightly scares him. He’s never been able to fully predict your every move, but he has made some sense of them later on, but he’s never seen you in this state before and he doesn’t know what to expect. “I’d like that.” You meekly nod your head and Stan has to contain himself from lurching up into the air and cheering out in happiness. Rather, he clears his throat and broadly smiles at you. “I’m gonna take a real quick shower. Pick out a movie you wanna watch and I’ll be back in no time.” 

𝄞 The rest of the night was spent snuggled up in the sofa, a blanket of yours of when you were a kid was draped over you and Stan. It barely gave you any coverage but you claimed that it did when Stan would mention it. Stan didn’t want to disagree with you and besides, the blanket reminded him of when you were a little kid, carefree and giddy with little to no knowledge of idiotic people who’d carelessly shatter your heart and leave you without any consolation. The movie that was playing was and still is an all time favorite of yours. You and Stan had memorized the lines that have been forever sewn into your brain from how many times you forced Stan to watch it when you were little. Guess some things don’t change. The days following are full of extensive care and love, enough that would be overbearing to anyone that wasn’t you–at least sometimes. 

𝄞 Fishing outings were a must. Stan would rapidly knock on your door, standing on the other side decked head to toe in his fishing outfit. Your fishing hat in hand. You couldn’t say no to him when he’s looking at you with such a sad look in his eyes and dressed up, putting on your worn fishing hat that has seen better days. Stan proudly smiled at you, wiping off a tear from the corner of his eye. “Why are you crying, Dad?” You chuffed nervously. “My eyes are sweating!” He covered his eyes with his forearm, violently sobbing as he walked away to get the fishing gear. In his defense, he hasn’t gone fishing with you in a good long while and seeing you wearing your fishing outfit really triggered the water works in his eye. The past week has been an emotional wreck for you and him, who could blame him? You had forgotten how much fun fishing was. A laugh rattles through your throat as you reel back your fishing rod. This must be your third attempt in catching a fish, and Stan’s enthusiastic commentary struck a funny cord within you. With a few more tugs and reeling back, you caught the fish. “Awesome catch!” He patted your back with so much force, you jolted forward, making the boat lean to the side, causing you to lose your footing and drop the fish in the water. When you were about to revel in your loss, you heard a large splash and large droplets of water sprinkling over you. You turned your attention over to where the splash was heard and to your luck, Stan bobbed his head out of the water, gasping dramatically as his arms flailed around. “Dad!” You laugh.

𝄞 “The water isn’t even that deep.” Talking was a task to do with how hard you were laughing. “Oh.” He stopped thrashing around and allowed him to sink to the bottom of the lake floor. And to his surprise, the water barely even passed his upper chest. That realization made you hunch over in laughter. “Oh, stop laughing!” He grabbed onto the edge of the boat and tried pulling himself up, but the sudden shift in weight made the boat tip over, sending you and all the other belongings in the boat into the freezing water. “[Name]!” He looked to where you were under the water, ready to dive in and grab you from below when you sprung out of the water. You stared at him, cheeks puffed as you struggled to hold back your laughter. “Oh, whatever.” His initial panic was washed off with playful annoyance. “Go ahead, laugh at your old man.” He rolls his eyes upon hearing your boisterous laughter echo in the air. “That was insane!” You wrap your arms around Stan’s neck, hoisting yourself up so you don’t drown while laughing. “Yeah, go ahead. Laugh at this poor old man who’s clearly struggling.” 

𝄞 Singing your favorite songs in your karaoke machine was his favorite way to catch you off guard. He’d notice you reminiscing on the past and he’d make a beeline to your machine, slamming the buttons that would turn it on and play a song that you like. His gruff scratchy singing voice always pulled you out of your mind and into the present moment. Walking into the living room where he relocated your karaoke machine for times like these, you couldn’t help but laugh as he passionately sang into the microphone. “Disco girl, coming through! That girl is you!” He points the microphone at you, motioning you over to join him. It takes some convincing but when you do, you and him are blissfully singing your hearts out into the microphone. 

𝄞 Seeing your partner around town was an immediate mood kill for Stan. Unaware and in a chipper mood, he found himself in the grocery store. Stacking up on food and snacks to fill your stomach and his. When strolling into the available cash register, his smile curls into a grimace when he sees who was behind the counter. “You,” he spat out. “Ah, Mr. Pines!” They nervously chuckled. “Good to see you. How’s it been?” They can’t make eye contact. The lazer like glare Stan was giving them was enough to know that things haven’t been good. Grabbing an item from the shopping cart, he hovered it over the conveyor belt, mulling over his thoughts. He could not pay for this and run out of the store or he could unscrew the carton of milk and squirt it all over your ex. Or maybe, he could do both? With speed no one could comprehend, he undid the lid and spilled the milk all over them, chucking the empty carton right on their head for extra measure. He then grabbed the cart and bolted out of the grocery store, leaving everyone in the store stunned. “Is anyone going to arrest him or?” A random passerby asked, watching how your ex just stood there, completely befuddled with milk dripping down their body. 

𝄞 “Dad? Why is the news saying that you assaulted a worker in the grocery store with milk?” Stan scoffed. “Don’t believe everything you see on the news, sweetie.” He takes a good sip of his pitt cola. “But it shows camera footage of you doing it.” You gesture to the video that was playing. “Fake news. You know how technology is advancing. They can make anything these days.” He grabs the remote and switches channels. “There! Now, we don’t have to see that.” You smile, elbowing him. “It was cool that you did that.” You mutter. He chuckles. “The kid deserved that.” 

𝄞 Drives around the town and wreaking havoc in rival attraction traps were a good stress reliever and anger outlet. You were swinging with all your might, your axe that was in hand was splintering through the large wooden statue. “Keep going!” Stan was serving as a lookout, his eyes switching through the front door and to you. Sweat rolled down your temples as you delivered one last final blow to the statue. The statue slowly tipped forward. “Let’s go.” Stan urgently whispered, running back to the family van with you in tow. Stan started the van and sped out of the parking lot and into the driveway. “God dammit, Stanley Pines!” The person emerged from his house, shaking his fist in the air. You clapped your hands together, laughing. “That was a fun one.” You noted, swiping the sweat off your forehead with your shirt. “Who’s next?” You ask eagerly. “Check on the map. You decided where we will go next.” This was the first time you fully smiled at him with your signature laugh following after. No remnants of sadness stuck to you. He knew right then and there that he got you back. 

📖 Ford

𝄞 Ford was peacefully slumbering on the couch when the front door was slammed shut, scaring him awake. He jolted forward, the book that was covering his face fell flat on his lap, startling him. “[Name]?” He closes the book in his lap and pushes it aside. You didn’t respond and he was quickly resorting to the idea that it wasn’t you. Creeping towards your room, his knuckles knock on the door. “Sweetie?” He puts his hand on the knob and very slowly turns it. “I’m coming in.” He announces. Opening the door, his eyes land on your back. Quiet sniffles and hiccups could be heard coming from you and Ford’s heart clenched in his chest. He never liked hearing you cry. “[Name]?” He settles himself down on your bed. He couldn’t get to see your face properly since you were curled inwards with your blanket slightly obstructing your face, but he could see your body quiver as you suppressed your sobs. Ford sucked his bottom lip into his teeth. Equally as clueless as his brother, he doesn’t know how to approach this. He hadn’t had the slightest idea of why you’re crying and that truly bugs him. 

𝄞 His hand rests on your hip, fingers tapping in a soothing rhythm. “Wanna tell me what’s wrong?” He’s chewing on his lip, anxiety running its full race through his body, relentless and awfully energetic. He’s sure by the end of this, he wasn’t going to have a bottom lip from how much he was nibbling on it. You shuffle further into your blanket in response. “You don’t wanna talk about it?” He croaks out. He never liked when you pushed him away in your most vulnerable moments. He knows you mean well but he detests being in the unknown. You let out a small hum. He had learned over the years that two hums were yes and one was no. It was a very asbured way to communicate but it did come in handy when you weren’t in the mood to talk. This was a way of telling him that you weren’t in the mood prevented Ford from asking an assault wave of questions.

𝄞  “Do you want me to stay here with you?” Two hums. Patting your waist, he shuffles to the other side of your bed and plops down right next to you, mindlessly staring off into the ceiling. His anxiety was still pounding through his body, his clammy hands and beating heart proved that but it quelled a little of it knowing that you wanted him beside you. That you found comfort in his presence. He’d hope you did, he didn’t raise you all these years just for you to hate him. Wait, you don’t hate him, right? You could never hate him. He’s your dad! Can kids hate their own parents? He hated his dad so that can be a generational—

𝄞 “I think hear your overthinking from here, Dad.” Your voice comes out muffled from speaking through the blanket covering your face. He blinks, swallowing his doubt and looking over to your blanket covered face. “Sorry,” he lets out a dry laugh, scratching his cheek. “It wasn’t my intention to annoy you.” You pull the blanket down to the bridge of your nose, allowing Ford to see your irritated swollen eyes. “You’re not annoying me, Dad. You being anxious makes me anxious.” Ford cracked a smile. “Like father, like child.” That managed to pull a smile from you. “Unfortunately, I grow to be more like you everyday.” You say with a roll of your eyes. An overdramatic offended gasp leaves Ford. “And that’s a bad thing, how?”

𝄞 Playful banter was tossed between the two of you, each quick remark and quip allowed you to pick yourself up from the hole you were cowering in. After a while, you mustered up everything you had and told him about the break-up. Ford really couldn’t believe it at first. You had to repeat it to him twice much to your dismay but once he caught what you said, his face fell. “They were a waste of time anyways.” He said with a flick of his wrist. “Dad!” You weren’t expecting him to come off so strongly over hearing the news. “It’s true. They couldn’t even take my work seriously! How could someone laugh at my face when I tell them that aliens are real? Someone is clearly stuck in the stone ages.” 

𝄞 He was riding on the mindset of you need to forget this person and move on. Wallowing over losing them wasn’t ideal and you need to distract yourself with other things to prevent yourself from dwelling back on the thought of them. He was done with your ex, so should you. But he was real quick to find out that you weren't exactly like him in that aspect. He’d find you resting on the couch, eyes mindlessly staring at the TV as you’re cuddled up with blankets upon blankets. Tear marks were stained on your cheeks. Maybe you couldn’t distract yourself? Maybe he should be the one that distracts you? He’d scribble drawings of you and him on a piece of paper and fold it up into a cute little airplane and toss it over to you. You would unwrap the little gift with a smile, tears clouding your eyes. “Aw, Dad...” You held the piece of paper to your chest.

𝄞 Your favorite dinner would be cooked almost everyday, and if you have more than one, you bet he’d be coking it up in the kitchen, offering different favorite meals every night. Anything that would bring the smile on your face back. Adventures out into the woods, just like old times, was a thing he’d bring you along with. Even when you did protest and groan, whining how you would rather cry into your pillow, Ford stood his ground and made sure that you got ready for the adventure he had meticulously planned. The minute you step into the familiar lush woods, a sense of calmness falls over you and suddenly you’re a kid skipping around in the woods, in search of anything to show Ford so he could write about the new discovery in his book. Finding old discoveries lightened a smile on your face and unknowingly to you, Ford would draw you in his book like how he did when you were younger. Old habits die hard. 

𝄞 A lot of nights were spent you talking your feelings out to Ford. He was a good listener and had a few quips of advice to lend over, since he’s been in a similar but not so similar predicament. But he was more intent on listening to your concerns and anxieties. “I can’t believe I let them do that!” You plop your back down on your bed, anger spilling out of you in sharp words. He shook his head, a very sassy “mhm,” leaves him. “They didn’t deserve you anyways.” He moved his finger side to side. “Why are you acting like that?” You laugh, gingerly pushing him. “Don’t your friends act like that when something happens?” You beam from ear to ear, a loud laugh escaping you. “No! Where did you even get that from?” Ford shrugs. “I don’t know. I just thought they did?” He pretended to act clueless and with a big smile of his own, he watched you curl up in laughter over his ridiculous act. He could only think of how much he missed your smile and beautiful laugh. 

𝄞 Seeing your ex at the mall was a surprise both for him and them. Ford was scanning the shelves in search of something to get you when they approached them. “Sir, do you need any he…” Their words die in their throat when they register who they’re talking to. Ford hasn’t made the correlation yet, his attention so wrapped up in finding you the perfect gift. “Do you need any help?” They repeat, their voice cracking. Ford lazily looks over to them, dismissing them before looking back. Then, a look of recognition washes over him and he whips his head over to them. “You!” He loudly yelled. Customers in the store glance over to them. “Mr. Pines, keep it down.” They stressed out, teeth gritted together. “I will–.” An idea came to mind. “I’m sorry.” He rolled his shoulders back, untensing them. They look to the side, uncomfortable with the sudden change. “You’re sorry?” They repeat in disbelief. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll be on my way.” A strained smile pulled to his face as he bid goodbye. Stepping out of the store, he sees you happily munching on a blueberry muffin you bought from the bakery. “Hi, Dad! You got anything?” He looks around you. “Do you have any food?” You place your muffin down on the table and grab the bag full of treats. “Yeah. I got some–” Ford dipped his hand in the bag and pulled out a cookie. His other hand digs into the inner pockets of his coat and pulls out a vial of pink sprinkles. “I knew I was going to use this at some point.” He mutters to himself, popping off the cork. “What are you doing?” You ask, watching as he sprinkled it onto the cookie.

𝄞 “You’ll see.” He winks at you before scooping it off the table and walking back into the store. Minutes later, he comes out with a big sinister smile on your face. “What did you do, Dad?” He pointed at the entrance of the store and it didn’t take long to see what he did. A flamingo human-like creature erupted into the store, squawking crazily as their head desperately swiped from side to side, looking for someone. Their black beady eyes landed on you and Ford. An angry squawk was heard from them, their chicken like legs slapping on the floor as they charged at you and Ford. “Run!’ Ford grabbed your wrist and darted away. In a quick swiping motion, you grabbed your bag full of treats before being whisked away. Loud bird noises were heard behind you and you couldn’t help but laugh. “Who is that chasing us?” Ford took a quick turn into another store, shuffling past people and hiding in a discreet corner with you. “That may be your ex angrily chirping at us.” You clapped your palm onto your mouth, an effort to muffle the laughter that left you. “Of course you’d do something like that!” The rest of the day was stealthily trying to escape the mall without being pecked to death by a very angry flamingo. When you did, you were laughing all the way to the car. “Do you always have that around for times like this?” Ford nods. “You’ll never know when you need to make someone a flamingo.” The automatic slide door pulls apart. “Pines!” The now fully turned flamingo human hybrid squawked out. “Get in the car, hurry!” 

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[kittykittyanon]

gently holds this. omigosh. i love it— UAOAGAOSIWISGOEVR

I actually don't know what you'd title this but this post probably would serve as an explanation! Uhhh, enjoy!

First off, we've got quite a few names here, so let's go through name key!:

Endermes (@ender-outlaw as Hermes)

Silmes (@soursileu as Hermes)

Vellmes (@allergic-to-four-leaf-clovers as Hermes)

Amores (@amorvincitomnia-14 as Hermes) (hey knock knock guess what you're Hermes now :D)

Atpheus (@literatureisdying as Orpheus)

Finchpheus (@flowers-floating-in-space as Orpheus)

Euryauden (@tellme-o-muse as Eurydice)

Eurysyd (@sydneyofalltrades as Eurydice)

Perzeephone (@ziipzeepzop-eez as Persephone)

Finades (me as Hades!)

Ok, it's "The Actual Point Of The Post" time!:

Endermes is having a BALL during Road to Hell.

Vellmes' RTH in one word: Spins. So many spins.

Segue brought to you by Daisy's (@meowydoe) Fate being The Fate That Waves At Eurydice During Any Way The Wind Blows & Hey, Little Songbird™

Amores, during the section about Orpheus in Any Way The Wind Blows: "I love this child so fucking much you don't understand-"

During Come Home With Me: Hermes: "You wanna talk to her-" Atpheus, no hesitation: "YES."

Eurysyd is fucking FLABBERGASTED during Come Home With Me.

Sequoia, I wholeheartedly believe that you would straight up start glowing at some points. The "The Song™" section of Wedding Song is one of those times. /pos

Endermes draws out the "old song" in Epic I. ("It's an ooooooold song")

Perzeephone is booping ALL THE NOSES in Living It Up On Top.

Silmes loudly exclaims "Oh SHIT-" after tasting the wine after Orpheus' toast in Living It Up.

Euryauden + Atpheus: Gayest All I've Ever Known Of All Time

Comedically grumpy all throughout Way Down Hadestown.

Atpheus fucking LEAPS in front of Euryauden when Finades notices Euryauden in WDH.

Segue brought to you by The Fates (Josie (@/meowydoe), Satanic (@satanic-witchcraft), and Annabeth (@two-minute-notice)) having a great time during When the Chips Are Down.

Eurysyd has the saddest "Gone, I'm Gone" ever /pos

Silmes is PISSED at Orpheus during Wait For Me Intro.

Atpheus does the vibrato on "WAAAIT" that Reeve Carney did on his last performance in Wait For Me. I just get that feeling. /pos

Wait For Me, aka Finch Starts Fucking Glowing Moment #2. /pos

Slooowwly turns head to look at Finades when she sees Eurydice in Hadestown during Why We Build The Wall, like, "oh no you did NOT"

"....anybodywantadrink?"

During "Our Lady of the Underground": *Lowest, most gravelly voice imaginable* I don't know about you, BOOOYSSS!

Lots and lots and LOTS of twirls during OLOTU.

During Way Down Hadestown (Reprise): "I did what I had to do." "Yeah sure whatever."

Vellmes, with a "it's not all bad"-like voice: "What she was instead was dead....dead to the world anyway!" You're only dead to the world, it's not alllll bad!

Yet another segue to appreciate how fucking amazing Eurysyd's "Flowers" cover is. Please give it a listen.

During Come Home With Me Reprise: Euryauden: "I called your name before-" Atpheus: "I know!" "You heard-" "NO-"

During Papers: Orpheus: "I'm not going back alone. I came to take her home-" Finades: W H E E Z E

Segue brought to you by the most melancholic "Nothing Changes" ever. /pos

During If It's True, Atpheus is fucking PISSED. Screams out "is this how the world is??" like Dónal Finn (west end Orpheus actor)

Finchpheus is less pissed and more heartbroken. We can throw in a voice crack on "is this how the world is?" for good measure.

Scream out "I believe that THEY ARE FEW!" during If It's True like all the tour Orpheus actors.

During How Long: Perzeephone: "What are you afraid of?" Finades, genuinely confused: "...what?"

Perzeephone: "He loves that girl, Hades!" Finades, who genuinely couldn't care less: ..well that's too bad!

"What's that noise...?" during Chant Reprise is played for laughs like in the Broadway previews boot.

We can reinsert Persephone's verse in Chant Reprise. You know, for funsies!

We're doing NYTW Epic III too. Screw the Broadway version.

Epic III, aka Finch Starts Fucking Glowing Moment #3. /pos

Finades + Perzeephone: Dorkiest Lovers Desire/They Danced Of All Time.

Amores keeps giving Finades the "don't you fucking do it" glare during His Kiss, The Riot.

Silmes, during Wait For Me Reprise: "Don't you dare fuck this up, Orpheus--"

Everyone is crying when The Thing™ happens and after The Thing™ happens. Iykyk.

Vellmes knew it was coming but is still in disbelief.

Endermes is more confused than anything, even if she knew it was coming.

Silmes is trying not to appear effected, but still definitely cares and is effected, even if it knew it was coming.

Amormes is going THROUGH IT. Like, "visibly close to tears" going through it.

Perzeephone has the most poignant "We Raise Our Cups" because ofc she does. /pos

[xoxoxkisses]

HELLO HELLO HELLOOOOOO! I'M HERE TO REQUEST FOR MUICHIRO AGAIN MWEHEHE. HOW ABOUT A JEALOUS READER X MUICHIROO?

like the reader noticed that there are a lot of girls who are having a crush on muichiro. like often sending him letters and gifts which made the reader a bit disappointed and sad? muichiro noticed it and pampered her and assured her that he only had his eyes for her?omg this idea was so cute to think about ^^

thank you so muchie ୧⍤⃝💐

Omg this is so cute! I’m so happy to do it ^^ ————————————————————————

Jealousy Jealousy

warnings: none

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You and Muichiro had been dating for around a year, he wanted to keep it a secret, and you understood. You’ve always been the jealous type, but dating Muichiro seemed to make your jealousy a little worse.

You knew a lot of girls had a crush on him, you overheard a bunch of them talk about how cute he was when you were out on a walk. You wanted to say something to them but you couldn’t, you had to keep it a secret that you were his girlfriend.

Muichiro was always sent letters and gifts from girls that liked him. He always ignored their letters and even threw them away, and the gifts he just donated. Even though he ignored everything, it still made you a little upset. You wish he would just tell everyone he’s in a relationship. It didn’t even stop when he was on missions, while you were home you were receiving gifts and letters that belonged to him. You just threw them all on the table and left them alone, except for one. It was this girl named Ito, you opened the letter and you saw it was a whole essay on everything she wanted Muichiro to know about her plus pictures of her. You rolled your eyes and threw it down.

It’s been around week since then, but you couldn’t stop thinking about that letter, she was a lot prettier than you. “Y/n, are you ok?” You looked at Muichiro. “Yeah I’m great.” He could almost taste the sarcasm in your voice. He sighed and walked towards you, “What’s wrong?” You sighed, “Nothing.” It took some convincing, but he got you to tell him what was wrong.

“Aw Y/n, you were jealous.” You huffed at him. “Well, I think you’re better than any of those girls, way better. They don’t even compare with you, you’re the prettiest girl I’ve laid my eyes on and the sweetest.” You couldn’t help but smile at him. He came over and picked you up. “Muichiro what are you doing?!” You laughed. He didn’t even say anything, instead he just started kissing you all over, you were still laughing. He threw you down on the couch and continued to kiss you. “Each kiss shows my love for you.” You smiled at his comment, and he went back down to kissing you. “You’re my everything, I love you so much.” He placed a kiss on your lips, no matter how much he kissed you, his lips were still so soft and warm and felt like a dream. “I love you too.” You said as he pulled away. He sat you up and hugged you, then nestled his head in the crook of your neck. ————————————————————————

A few days later, you were on your morning walk. You saw those same girls who you had seen talking about your boyfriend. One being Ito. You walked closer to them, curious on what they were saying. “His lips look so soft! I bet he’s a good kisser.” You heard Ito say. Muichiro gave you permission to say something to them, so you did. You walked closer to them where they could hear you. “He is a good kisser.” You looked back at them and winked, you laughed in your head as you saw the way their mouths hung open and their faces turning red. You didn’t regret a single thing.

After you said that, the gifts and letters gradually disappeared. You were glad, because now it seems everyone knew you were his and he was yours.

[midnight-mourning]

All Aboard

❄️❄️Midnight's DCA December Day 27❄️❄️

Once again, Pom, your brain is massive, this was a LOT of fun, i saw the words 'magic' and 'fae elements' and the pot started boiling over ashjadk, anywho, please enjoy!

Prompt: second request >:3c (but no pressure!!) I havent read all the other folks yet to see if there was a Polar Express/Train ride type oneshot. I feel like train conductor/surrealism vibes would be a delight, with holiday magic and spritely, fae elements sprinkled in. Maybe getting lost on to the destination--or the train getting stopped due to a snowstorm. (Very Nana, if you watched that anime haha) Perhaps, yn is in clear emotional distress bc of smth happening interpersonally leading up. Texting, phones, drama. Do they even want to go home…? … (Will they go back home? >:)) mweheh.)

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The train whistle blares loudly outside, starting to roll down the tracks. You watch out the window as the station begins to fade away, sighing as snow hits the pane every so often. You check you phone again when it buzzes, another message to add to the pile. Another half-hearted apology you're guessing. 

You're about to look in detail when you stop, cursing yourself and shaking your head. You got on this train for that exact reason, to avoid having to speak to them. You weren't going to give in, you just, needed a break. To go somewhere, anywhere really. 

Your ticket was for home, and the idea of being back in your apartment sounds better and better by the moment. You sink back in the seat again, already liking the sound of being back in your own bed with your own food and your own life. You never should have come here, should've listened to your friends, they'd been right all along. 

You feel a headache coming on, either from the stress, or the exhaustion of crying so much. Or even, the nagging of your friends as they brag and say they told you so. Which, they did, but you didn't need to hear it again. At least you had a day or so. The trip back was long, requiring you to get a sleeper car, where most of your belongings resided currently, save for the book sitting beside you, along with your sketchbook. 

You'd been wanting to do a bit of reading, or drawing, anything to take your mind off things, but after receiving that text you just didn't have the heart for it. 

"Everything alright over here, friend?"

You glance up, seeing a well-dressed man standing to your right. He was tall, blond, and wore a sun-themed mask over his eyes, which are also covered with a white shade. His smile is warm, kind.

You straighten up a bit, feeling self-conscious all the sudden.  "Oh, yeah. Just fine. Sorry, do you need my ticket?"

"Yes please!" 

You hand it over to him, and he punches it, promptly handing it back to you. "There you go! Is there anything else I can get for you? Perhaps a snack, or a drink?"

"No, I'm good, but thank you... Sorry, what's your name?"

The man bows slightly. "You may call me Sun. And you, friend?"

"Oh, my friends call me Nick/N." You smile. 

Sun tilts his head, his smile seems, strained for a moment. Then—"Welcome aboard, then, Nick/N. We hope you enjoy the ride!" For good measure, he takes your hand, pressing his lips to the back of it for a moment before releasing you.

"T-thanks." You say, watching as he walks off, going over to where the other conductor stands. 

You take note that he's wearing a moon mask, with red covering his eyes instead. They exchanged a few hushed words with each other, and when they look over to you, you avert your gaze again. 

You didn't pay attention when you booked this train, just got on the first one you could, you wonder if it's themed in some way. It would make sense anyway, why else for the masks? 

As you settle in for your ride, the conductors come by multiple times each to check on you. During this you find out the other is named 'Moon', which, pretty on the nose you'd say, but you have to guess it's all part of the act. 

Regardless, you find them to be friendly, very chatty, almost too much so. They're constantly offering you something to eat or drink, and if you hadn't brought snacks you'd take them up on the offer. Even then, they try encouraging you to pick something from the train's menu. 

"Surely you deserve something better than that, crumbling thing, Sunshine."

"Or something sweet to wash it down, maybe a glass of wine?"

You take another bite of your granola bar. "Nah, this is good enough for now. And I'm not much of a day drinker." You unscrew your water bottle lid, taking a sip. "Appreciate it though!"

"If you change your mind, simply let us know, Starlight."

That was another thing, the nicknames. At first, they used yours that you'd given, almost constantly addressing you in conversation. It was like they were waiting for something to happen. But when it didn't they'd switched to the celestial-themed ones instead. 

It was all so, incredibly, interesting. 

In the evening, you're sketching in your seat when your phone goes off again. You frown upon hearing it, looking out the window momentarily. It's dark, but you can make out that it's snowing incredibly hard now. You're surprised the train is still able to get through all this—

"What are you drawing, Sunbeam?"

You jump, finding the two of them are across from you. Sun leans over the back of the opposite seat, elbows resting on the top edge, while Moon lounges across the seat itself.

You feel embarrassed now. "Oh, nothing important." You don't want to admit that you're drawing them, that would be utterly humiliating. 

You couldn't help it, despite their, overtly friendly behavior—to the point you'd grown slightly suspicious—you found the two to be alarmingly charming despite it all. There was an air about them that was enticing, drawing you in and making you ever curious. 

Moon tsks. "Now, now. Don't leave us in suspense. I'm sure anything you create would be lovely."

"It's true, though maybe not as lovely as them, wouldn't you say?" Sun rests his head in his hand, small smirk on his lips. 

Moon nods, waving his hand. "Not even a question, of course."

Your ears are burning at this point. And, compelled by their outward flirting you hold out your sketchbook, head ducked to maybe hide some of your awkwardness. 

"Just take it already." You mumble. "And go easy on me, please. It's been awhile..."

Eager hands snatch up your book, and they bicker over who gets to hold it. You giggle at the exchange, and they finally settle on each holding one side as they flip through. 

As they go, Sun whistles, and Moon hums in agreement, it only serves to fluster you more. 

"You made all of these?" Moon asks. 

You laugh. "Well yeah, most of those are from months ago. They're, okay, I guess."

"Okay? You have talent, Starshine!" Sun states, waving his hand to the page. "I've never seen a hu-anyone create like this. It's impressive."

You have to cover up your face then, it's on fire. "Please, stop. They're really not—"

"And you drew us?" Sun exclaims. 

"They drew me better looking."

Sun huffs. "No, look how they got my jaw perfect!"

They delve into arguing again about who is sketched better and you just about can't take it anymore when your phone starts ringing. 

All three of you snap your attention to the device. 

When you see the caller ID, your heart fills with dread. 

Instead of curling up from being flustered, you curl up with fear, groaning. "Why can't they take a hint..."

As the phone continues to ring, you get ready to pick it up from the seat, either to answer or to decline the call. 

You don't get the chance, as Sun asks you a question. "Friend, is this your signature here?" He's pointing to a page of your sketchbook. 

"I, yeah. It is." You don't know why you didn't hesitate with that answer, too stressed to think, currently. 

You don't notice the shared look between the two, slight grins on their faces at this information. 

Your phone is still ringing, so you finally grab it, debating on what to do. 

"Do you want to talk to them?" Moon asks you. 

You sigh, then laugh. "God no. Not at all. But..." You trail off, and shake your head. "Maybe I should hear them out. Even if I really don't want to deal with them right now."

Your thumb hovers over the answer button, ready to press it—

"Y/n. Don't answer the phone." Sun's words are firm, but there's still a softness to them, almost remorseful?

You don't know, because one moment your phone is in your hand, the next it's not. You... aren't sure why but, it's probably fine, right?

The rest of the evening proceeds like everything is normal. Neither of them calls you by your name again, sticking to their nicknames. You're not hungry, so you don't eat dinner despite their pestering about it not being good for you. And you retire to your bed after a late night filled with chatting. The two of them must have very little work to do as conductors, if they can spend so much time with a single passenger like you. 

Speaking of, was the train always so empty, or had people just slowly been getting off without you noticing? You yawn, and as your head hits the pillow decide that you'll worry about it tomorrow. Besides, you should be home by the end of the morning anyhow. 

When you wake up the next day, you notice that there's a distinct lack of movement happening. You must have stopped at a station. You stretch and hop out of bed, deciding that after the day you had yesterday, you deserve to walk around in your pajamas for a bit. 

You go over to the dining car, incredibly hungry, and expecting people to be boarding. What you find is an empty car filled with piping hot food and—

"Is that a hot coco bar?" You ask to the open air, starting to salivate at the thought. 

However, before you even consider food, you decide you need to figure out what's going on. Walking over to the window, you see that the snow is piled high all around the train, almost up to the window. You must have hit a drift in the night, meaning you're stuck until the can clear the tracks. 

Normal people would be concerned about this information. But either because you don't care when you get home—as long as you're not there—or because you've developed a strange lack of care for most time related things, you don't mind in the slightest. 

With a shrug, you go over and grab a plate and start piling it high, someone's got to eat it, right? 

You also grab a large mug of hot chocolate, adding many marshmallows and tons of whipped cream. You sit down, ready to dig in, when you're spooked as you realize Moon is sitting across from you, chin resting in his hand with a smile. 

"Good morning, Starlight. Sleep well?"

You nod. "Yeah. You sure know how to make an entrance, don't you?"

"We pride ourselves on it." Sun says with a chuckle, in the seat behind you, you realize. 

Looking up, you see he's in a similar position to Moon, small smirk on his face as he observes you. 

"Seems so. While you're both here, what's going on with the train?" You raise a piece of toast to your mouth. "Unless I'm wrong and you two aren't good at your job."

You take a bite, and have to sit up again, eyes wide. The bread is perfectly crispy, with just the right amount of butter. It tastes like heaven. 

You're too caught up in taking another bite to catch what Sun says. 

"Oh my god. This is the best toast I've ever had in my life." You finish devouring it, wiping your mouth and looking back up to him. "Sorry, can you repeat that?"

Sun chuckles, hands shifting to hold your face. "I said, we're snowed in. It will take some time for the tracks to be cleared. Potentially several days." 

"Oh, really?" You reach down blindly for more food, and feel your plate be scooted closer to you. You thank Moon briefly and snatch up a piece of bacon, which also tastes divine. "Bummer."

This seems to surprise the masked man, eyebrows shooting up above the mask's edge. "You're not concerned?"

"Nah. To be honest, I don't have much of a place to go back to. A cold apartment in a shitty building on the wrong side of the city." You finish your bacon, grabbing another piece. "Not to mention how my friends are going to be getting on to me about how they were right and I was wrong and on and on and on and, man this food is delicious, like how do you guys have such a good cook for a train?"

Sun looks away from you, and sitting straight you see Moon's looking to him as well. You however, are too busy indulging your gluttony to care. Every single bite is amazing, like, the best breakfast you've ever had. 

You're about to take a drink of your hot coco, when a hand grabs your wrist. 

"Wait." Moon states, then sighs. 

You raise an eyebrow, waiting. 

He looks behind you to Sun, and glancing back you see he's frowning, but nods. 

He comes around the seat, and sits across from you with Moon. After removing the coco from your hands, he clasps one of yours in both his own. 

"We haven't been truthful with you, Sunshine. At least, I believe that's how your people say it." His grip tightens for a moment before relaxing. "It wasn't by accident that you boarded this train."

You furrow your brow. "Well, yeah, I bought the ticket."

"It wasn't the ticket you were supposed to. We, ensured you would board this train specifically." Moon states, sounding, ashamed. 

Sun continues for him. "You see, we're not from your world. We come from somewhere else, somewhere long forgotten to most of your kind. Many of our own like to play tricks on you humans, for entertainment and such. We prefer to help."

"The train is designed to find those in need of it." Moon waves to the rest of the car. "The lost, the lonely, the hurting,"—he glances at you for a moment—"It gives them a place to heal, to learn, to change in some cases. Then, when they're ready, the return home, none the wiser to the time that's past or what's truly occurred."

You notice Sun's cheeks are tinged pink under the mask, up until now you don't think you've seen either of them be so bashful. "Though, we've been, 'keeping tabs' on you for some time. Besides the gloomy aura you had we found you to be—" He bites his cheek, and mutters his next words. "Very attractive."

"Getting you here became a bit of a game for us." Moon admits, also blushing now. "As was getting you to share your name, and eat our food. Most never stay on the train long enough to do so. Or at least, they don't think they do."

Sun finally looks back to you, hands still holding your own. "But we wanted to tell you before you took a drink, as that would, bind you to us. But not to the train! You can leave whenever you like, of course. But, you deserved to know our intentions, regardless of whether you would even consider feeling the same or not."

He releases you finally, folding his now fidgeting hands into his lap. 

You take a moment to take everything in, reviewing in your head to make sure you understood everything they've told you. 

Once you've determined that yes, this is actually happening, you speak. 

"So if I drink this, I'll stay here... forever?" You point down to the cup, still steaming.

"You could still leave whenever you wish, but essentially yes—Oh my stars."

The two can only stare, mouths agape as you chug your hot coco in one go. When your finished you sigh, taking your napkin and dabbing your mouth. 

"Man, that hit the spot. I'll be getting more of that later. Anywho,"—you start to dig in to the rest of your plate—"It might take me a bit, but which one of you wants dibs on first kiss? If that's your thing, that is."

"I-"

"Me." Moon blurts. 

At this, Sun blusters, and you snicker to yourself as they begin to debate back and forth on the subject. You glance out the window at the snowy landscape, taking in how, enchanted it feels now that you fully understand the situation. It's certainly not what you expected to happen when you boarded this train, but you're certainly not complaining about the outcome. 

Maybe you'll change your mind, and one day depart from this place and the two fae you've somehow acquired. But as of this moment, spending your days with two magic beings vying for your attention, a warm bed, good food, and helping others? 

That's a pretty good deal to you. 

Best Christmas present you've ever gotten, by a long shot.

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Thank you @divinit3a for the request! As i said before, VERY big brained and I enjoyed it a good bit hehe ^-^

Thanks for reading!

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U better be readu for what i am concocting in my cauldron 🔥

Im gonna reread all the chapters to draw all the times reader's been neglected

Again & again will be the most listened in my spotify mweheh

Oh also my take on reader grown up lol

I headcanon them with short uneven choppy hair after they cut it out of frustration bcuz of all the neglect

They look androgynous

masterlist !

user luffyadolover at it again to serve me the best type of fanart !?! you don't know just how accurately u have drawn my own portrayal of the (name) wayne !!! they're so adorable in the first picture with the hello kitty shirt that their mom definitely bought for them. it's probably one of the only few shirts left in their possession, the shitty apartment of theirs was trashed horribly after all, you also nailed the empty eyes for the entire thing omg...

then there's the grown up version, where most of the clothes they have are probably baggy to avoid gaining attention on the streets because gotham is filled to the brim with stalkers who will definitely recognize your face elsewhere. and the choppy, layered hair is probably a result of them trying to grow out of their old style back in the manor, since they don't want any reminder of how they used to used to style their attire back then, but at the same time they're too broke to afford rich-rich things.

overall another stunning piece from you and u are such an og istg 😭 !! im so excited for what's to come but rmr take ur time and no pressure !! if u need more scenarios or even direct spoilers from me then don't hesitate to ask bec i am very dedicated to ur art (i do a little twirl in my room whenever i see you in my inbox real)

[turbulentscrawl]

HELLOOO could we get ithaqua with a modern Reader too? :33

MWehehe

-Honestly, not the brightest idea for a modern S/O to try and get with his one. Modern social culture is very deep in the anti-toxicity (to the point that we circle back into it without realizing sometimes) and Ithaqua exhibits a lot of red-flag buzzwords. He’s the kind of person reddit would constantly tell you to divorce haha.

-He would be a bit torn over you, though. On one hand, you clearly lived emersed in “society” as a whole, which is what he was generally the most at odds with in life. (In a modern setting, Ithaqua would be an off-grid homesteader. He’s probably against having wifi at his home, even.) On the other hand…you’re a bit of an outcast in the survivor manor. He’s a little crazy, but not BLIND. He can see how people are nervous about you in the beginning, shun you and your magic box.

-He’s got no fucking clue what the magic box is either, but Ithaqua does not believe in magic, religion, or the paranormal. The people who dictate those things called his mother a witch, and himself a demon, and he knows in his heart that they were just two people living life in a way others didn’t like. Superstition is what got him dumped in the snow as a babe, so even if he’s confused as hell by your technology, he’s smart and reasonable enough to know it’s due to a lack of education on his part and not you being some otherworldly, incomprehensible thing.

-He’s likely drawn to you a bit from the above treatment you suffer. Maybe the others are more than willing to use you as bait, hesitant to rescue you, or fail to even explain to you how decoding works. Ithaqua will notice these things even in the middle of a hunt. He thinks you’re pitiful—until you’re not, and that makes you interesting. Ithaqua finds the remnants of whatever your modern-ness makes up your skills. Your phone tucked into a grassy corner, playing a recording of someone shuffling through a chest, maybe, and he picks it up curiously. And then, well, he has to return it to you. Unfortunately for you, he’s one of the faster hunters and this only delays him for a few seconds.

-Ithaqua starts to, frankly, bully you in matches. He’s less vicious with the damage done, and instead of chairing you off the bat, he takes a liking to carrying you around while he hunts your teammates. It doesn’t matter that you struggle free or self-heal sometimes, he can catch you again easily enough. He talks to you while he zips around after everyone, his usual giggles and sighs replaced with questions and commentary for you. You reach a point one day where you self-heal, but don’t bother running…and Ithaqua just grins like a shark and pats you on the head.

-Eventually he notices the others warming up to you better…and it makes him bitter. “They’re all hypocrites,” he tells you in a dark corner of the basement. “I treated you like everyone else from the start, didn’t I?” That’s his argument to endear himself to you. To coil you further around his (admittedly gentle, all things considered) finger. Yes, he hit you, hunted you, but that’s his job. The POINT, he says, is that he likes you and it’s not FAKE because he’s always seen you as an equal to the others. (To the survivors, not to himself, because the manor roles say you’re clearly not.)

-The POINT is that you shouldn’t fully trust the rest of them—they’ll turn on you again if they get spooked—but him? Ithaqua doesn’t get spooked. He gets…possessive. He likes you. He’ll be here, if you need him. And even if you don’t. He’ll take care of your troubles for you, sweet pet.

[milli-string]

This is absolutely random, but it has not left my brain. But if P becomes some kind of boss for the players in future Neowiz and Round8 games, I emotionally would not be able to handle it LOL. I cannot imagine having to destroy a character we have bonded from the start of Lies of P.

Like, imagine walking to Hotel Krat, and your objective is to destroy fairytale characters, and all you see is P ready to defend his home, and his health bar appears as you two start to fight. I can't, bro.

I'll do a small doodle concept in the future for this, but guys 😭

Edit:

I feel like P deserves to have 2 phases for his boss fight, mweheh.

I imagine P's fighting style to definitely match with Nameless Puppet, except he's slightly slower. He would be swift and his parry would be the bane of player's existence! Haha! His pulse cells would be annoying af, too. His main weapon would definitely be either the Puppet Saber or the rapier (I'm only going by the promotion stuff).

- His style would definitely be the Path of the Cricket. That would be the recommended path people would go to at the beginning of the game, and I can definitely see that as his canon path (also lore wise. But that's another discussion for another time).

- P's stun animation when he gets tired, I imagine he would spazz out and become stiff with electricity coming out. Probably pant depending on which ending players went with, but I'm hoping the boss would be the Rise of P ending. If so, he would sound incredibly exhausted and hurt.

- P's grab attack would be him using his legion arm, and depending on which arm he uses, he would have different animations for each. (I picture his main legion arms would be puppet strings, fulminis, and Aegis).

He would maybe just grab the player and throw them far, or slam them into the ground, or crush the player as much as he can for a few times and then throwing them lol.

- while using legion arms in normal combat:

His Puppet Strings would catch players if they're too far and maybe include his jumping attack (players would have brief animation window to dodge it maybe), his Fulminis would be for close combat and probably shock players, and Aegis for safe defense and counter attack.

I also thought of Flamberge as well, but idk.

[churipu]

hii🤗

can I ask for choso who is dating someone (preferably a half curse like him) stronger then him; like 10-14 of sukuna fingers strong?

thank u, n have a wonderful day/night !! 🫶🏻

CHOSO + EXTRA STRONG HALF CURSED PARTNER

featuring. choso kamo x reader

warning. choso being a cutie patootie :( and choso yuuji sibling crumbs

note. hii anonn :D thank you so much for requesting this, i'm so sorry it took so long — and i really enjoyed writing this omg, thank you so much for the idea <33

and u guys, guess wHAT??? 900+ FOLLOWERS??? the screech i just let out is immaculate, you guys make me so happy omg. reading the reblogs' comments and hashtags makes me so happy, and i feel so happy that you're liking my works :( THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 900+ THIS MEANS A LOT TO ME, and i'm going to plan a 1k milestone mwehehe, ily guys so much :((

your strength never failed to surprise the male, really. every time he sees you in a fight — he just falls in love all over with you, and if you protected him from something, he'll feel very gushy and happy.

in the jujutsu world, being half-curse and half-human is not such a good thing — after all, humans, especially with cursed energy gets so skeptical when you tell them you're on their side; forgetting the fact that you're still half-human.

but after proving them through your strength, they're all just, "woah, okay— we need you on our side."

choso gets so smug and proud when you show curses and humans who's boss, all he wanted to do was yell out how he's your boyfriend and you're his partner (he doesn't yell, but he privately tells them). during fights, choso will tell people to back off because he knows they'll just get in your way.

"get out of the way, you'll get killed." he warns them, and when people doubted his words, choso gets so upset, he's all like, "what do you mean? you don't believe that my partner can handle this on their own?"

and when you proved his words real time, choso turns to the person with an 'i-told-you-so' look before mumbling out, "i'm their boyfriend."

he's so cute when it comes to showing you off to people— and he's not afraid to tell the whole world how strong your are, cheering you from the sideline.

choso is your personal cheerleader, he makes it a point that he's so submissive to you. and acts like a child around you — he's your number one fan, supporter, you name it.

"baby, you were so cool, you were like wham! and then the curse went boom! i looked and i was like wow!" he hugs you, jumping on the bed, burying his face in your chest.

you smiled down at him, ruffling his hair which weren't tied up in his usual pig tails — brushing your fingers over his nape softly, "you're cute," choso laughs lightly, laying his head on your chest in content, hugging you close.

the male shuts his fluttered his eyelids shut, nuzzling closer to you; seeking warmth, and you dropped the book you were holding, tuning every ounce of attention to your boyfriend. holding him tightly against your body, nose in his hair — which smelt like the grape aroma shampoo yuuji bought him.

as strong as you are, you still get injured from fights at times. although it doesn't really bother you — choso worries over you more than you worry about yourself, tries to help you put ointments and bandage, but ends up failing because he doesn't really know the basics to it.

coming home from a fight, you had a big gash on your forehead. you paid no mind to it as wounds heal, however your boyfriend is a little petrified at the sight of your blood — even if he had the ability to manipulate blood.

"oh, welcome home— what happened to you?" he approaches you, cupping your face gently, inspecting the gash on your forehead in worry, "do i need to call the ambulance?"

you chuckled, shaking your head, "cho, no. i'll be okay, this is nothing to me."

he pulls you into the living room, making you sit on the couch while he trots to the bathroom to grab the first aid kit, where you always kept it. a few seconds later, heavy footsteps drummed throughout the whole house and the male was kneeling in front of you.

"first, clean the blood." he mutters to himself, and you find him so adorable that you couldn't help but to softly laugh at his attempt to clean your wound.

he was mumbling to himself, lightly cursing when it doesn't go his way — which goes for most of the procedure besides the blood cleaning one. choso gets so stressed over it that he sighs out exasperatedly, shaking his hand in pure frustration.

"choso, it's alright," your fingers ghosted over his head for a few seconds before eventually patting him, "you tried, that's what matters."

the male nods, but is still very upset that he couldn't help you. and he asks yuuji to teach him how the basic steps of first aid — which yuuji tried to decline, but after choso tells him the reason, yuuji had no other choice but to comply.

best believe it the next time you have a wound, choso is the one at your aid; correctly this time.

choso is so worried over people taking advantage of your strength sometimes, he knows how twisted the world can be. and how people lust for power, the male gets so scared at the thought of people hunting you down for your power and it made him a little paranoid; afraid that one day he wakes up and you're just not there anymore.

"cho, what's wrong?" you ask the male, who had his face planted into your stomach, his arms tightening around your figure; holding you in place.

he shook his head, not breaking a word. face still planted over your clothed stomach. your hand traveled to his hair, brushing it over gently, and the male finally used his arm to topple his body up slightly, eyes gazing into your own deeply.

"don't leave me," he mumbles out, his brows furrowed and the crease in between his brows deepening by the passing second.

"out of the blue?" you questioned, a lop-sided smile appearing on your face.

he nodded mutely before dropping his weight on you once again, face nuzzling into your stomach. and your fingers tousled his hair gently, the male leaning into your touch, "please, don't leave me," he muffled out into your tummy.

"i won't."

"pinky promise?" he raises up his hand, his pinky jutting out, waiting for yours to tangle with his.

you laugh softly, tangling your pinky with his, "i promise."

choso is your training partner, he takes your seriously and uses his technique on you. because he trusts that you'd be able to beat him, but when he accidentally hurts you, he blames himself and will be in an extremely bad mood for the rest of the day.

"cho, baby, i'm okay. it's just a scratch, it doesn't hurt, i promise," you try to convince the male who was sitting down on the couch, his knees pulled to his chest, his eyes blinking slowly at you.

"i hurt you." he mumbles out lowly, pulling you into his embrace — burying his face into the crook of your neck, pressing his lips onto your skin, "how could i do that?"

he feels so bad, and wouldn't be able to face you in a lot of situation. you both being under the same roof made it so hard for him, and you trying to talk him out of his bad mood made him feel even guiltier.

"cho," you reached out to him, "stop running away from me, i promise you it was an accident! you didn't mean to do it, and we were training, weren't we?" he still feels bad.

the male looks at you again with a deep frown coating his lips, brows furrowed, and eyes glassy. you realized when he was about to shed his tears and immediately went to his side, cupping his face, "it's okay, look, the scratch is almost gone, right?" you grazed your finger over your cheek where a small bump line was on.

he shook his head, grazing his finger over your skin, "it's still there, y/n," he tells you, kissing your cheek, specifically over the bump.

"baby, i can promise you it doesn't hurt." you cooed, pressing your lips over his, "so stop running away from me, okay?"

the male finally nodded his head, "still, 'm sorry."

"choso, it's okay. it was an accident." you hugged the male tightly, and he returned the hug, planting his face over your shoulder before letting out a content sigh.

the next training session, he made extra sure to not leave a scratch on you.

© CHURIPU 2024 , DO NOT COPY OR REPOST ANYWHERE

[outboundskelliebros]

This is a part 2 to the name post here!

This was going to be a comic but I changed to a mini fic! With pictures of course!

Thank you a million to @traveling-papyrus and @joypawz for letting me include their skellies, Travelling Papyrus and ABC! I had to have a couple of the friends the bros made included! Also included is @loverofpiggies 's Blueberror cause I love him.

Also, thank you to everyone who suggested names!! Thank you thank you! All the name suggestions really were a big help!

Here are the pictures (and name reveal), and below the read more is the fic!

It was a disaster to swamp all disasters. The truest of catastrophes that could have possibly happened yet. A absoluter, awful, no good-

...

Okay, they had simply just forgotten they needed nicknames. But it wasn’t their fault! They were just so used to not being seen that they didn’t even consider that they would need something to make them stand out now that they were actually being, well, seen.

Like the good, pseudo-biggest brother he was and seeing this as his newest mission to help the Omega Timeline, even if they weren’t actually citizens of the Omega Timeline, Blueberror took to the task of helping them find their own unique names without hesitation. He couldn’t have them wonder around without name! Without purpose!

So, the three hauled coccyx into the not quite little hub the brothers resided in. After a few failed rounds of trying to think something up between just the three of them (The bros had reluctantly turned down Blueberror’s suggestion they they also incoparate Error into their names since they technically do have some error code in them, which was fine! Blueberror couldn't blame them for that. And the two just kept thinking up names that Blueberror knew other Sanses and Papyri had thought up), the brothers had decided to elicit help from...

Them.

Honestly, the time in the anti-void had made Blueberror a little hesitant towards the... voices. Sure, they were some of the only outside contact he had that helped stop him from going... completely crazy but it still brought back a few memories he’d rather push to the furthest part of his skull.

Though, they weren’t quite the same voices Error had but...

Well, in any case. They were admittedly helpful. They had more names to work with but sadly, the brothers still didn’t quite click with any of them. But, it definitely felt like they were getting somewhere. It seems all the space suggestions were resonating with them. And Blueberror was definitely on board with that. Pretty much every Sans and Papyrus he’s met adored the stars, him included, and well, their whole... station here was themed around space.

Still, they needed more help. So the bros decided to ask one more group of people for help. Well, more specifically, skeletons. Of course, it makes most sense for skeletons looking for nicknames to ask for help from other skeletons WITH nicknames! It was a no brainer! Which is good since skeletons didn’t have brains! Blueberror would have to share that one with them later since he knew they liked dumb jokes like that, mweheh.

The two brothers suggested they meet up in the apartment of a couple of new skeletons that made it to the Omega Timeline. Blueberror hadn’t had the chance to talk to them yet but if his sort little brothers wanted them to meet there, who was he to refuse? The two very politely dumped him in front of the other skeleton’s door along with all their work so far and introduced him to the two skeletons. Blueberror wasn’t expecting skeletons from a Lust, or... Lustlust as they explained it, universe but that was no issue! It just meant more friends! Besides, they were pretty welcoming and really nice and that made them good in his book. They introduced themselves as Toots, the Sans and Popie, the Papyrus.

After setting things up and getting to know Toots and Popie, the bros returned, practically shoving a skeleton Blueberror had never seen before through one of their portals that looked so surprised, Blueberror wondered if they just picked her up and brought her right here and bringing in a Papyrus through another of their portals that he... kind of has faint memories of? Things tend to blend together when there were so many of him and his brother running around. Luckily, the bros introduced everyone to everyone. The unique skeleton was named ABC and she seemed a little tense, but friendly! Blueberror tried easing her nerves with a few jokes since who doesn't like jokes but that seemed to make her more tense somehow?? Actually she wasn't the only one... At least his pseudo bros laughed.

And the Papyrus called himself Travelling Papyrus but the bros seemed to like calling him Traveller Pap so Blueberror figured it was fine if he did, too! He figured he’d seen him before!

Thus, the team of six skeletons put their skulls together and got to work on nicknames. Well, they did spend a little more time just hanging out then actually figuring a name out but that’s fine! Because in the end, they finally thought up their names!

...

OB Papyrus (standing on one side of the board): LADY AND GENTLEMONSTERS, I BELIEVE THAT AFTER MUCH DELIBERATION AND PUTTING OUR SKULLS TOGETHER...

OB Sans (perched on Blueberror's shoulders like a canary and vibrating with excitement): WE HAVE FINALLY COME UP WITH OUR SUPER SPECIAL NICKNAMES! DRUMROLL PLEASE!

TravelPap:... PERHAPS YOU SHOULD HAVE WAITED TO WRITE DOWN THE NAMES OR HIDDEN THEM FOR THIS DRAMATIC REVEAL...?

The bros look at each other before using their scarf/cape to cover the board like a curtain and the skeletons on the couch look at each other with various levels of amusement.

Blueberror: INTRODUCING...

The OB bros dramatically pull away their scarf and cape to reveal 'ANDROMEDA & COMET' written on the board

OB Sans: COMET...

OB Papyrus: AND ANDROMEDA!

ABC: Oh! Andromeda is the name of a galaxy, right?

OBSans: SO IS COMET! AND YOU KNOW, COMIC? COMET SANS? ONE OF THE... HM... OVERSEES FROM BEYOND HELPED WITH THAT ONE!

OB Papyrus: SINCE, WE ARE LOTS OF LITTLE PARTS OF DIFFERENT... US'S PUT TOGETHER AND THAT'S WHAT GALAXIES ARE... SORT OF... SO... GALAXY NAMES!

OB Sans: MWEHEH, PRETTY SMART, RIGHT?

LLpapyrus: Well, As One Of The Skeletons Who Helped You Come Up With Those Names, I Agree It Is Smart!

LlSans *fingergun*: ditto. s class names.

TravelPap: YES! THOSE ARE FINE NAMES! AS LONG AS YOUR HAPPY WITH THEM THEN THAT’S ALL THAT MATTERS!

ABC: Mmhm! I agree! I’m glad you two finally got them! Not sure if all this work was required-

Comet: OF COURSE!

Andromeda: 1000% REQUIRED! IT LET US THINK IT OVER AND GET TO SHARE THEM WITH ALL OF YOU AS SOON AS WE THOUGHT THEM UP! SO AS YOU CAN TELL, COMPLETELY REQUIRED!

ABC: ... I see. Then... I agree! It was required afterall!

And then they all got to celebrate by hanging out more! The end!

Honestly really happy with these names! I'll probably shorten Andromeda like how people shorten Blueberry to Blue but still!

[lavendergalactic]

dual ended questions: have you worked with tidals/crangon before?? :O they're under the bundlrs family and i've yoinked a few dreamie URLs from there to safe keep--mostly in context for templates/commissions

and second question ... how do u usually decorate your urls you've got?? i'd love to add something to my URLs i've picked up, but i don't know what i'd decorate them with

i havent but if they do css then im pretty sure i could work with that if you're asking if i would do commissions for those websites!!!

i usually decorate them with graphics, dividers, borders and a background- here are a few bundlrs sites im proud of, feel free to use them as inspiration

here are some simple ones i like

here are some more complex ish ones i like :3

and here are some even more complex ones waohh

rlly proud of my photobomb one mweheh

[freisende]

Qiang Jin Jiu (The Ballad of Sword and Wine) Truly Mesmerizing!

Qiang Jin Jiu (The Ballad of Sword and Wine) by Tang Jiu Qing, has officially been taken and published by Seven Seas Publishing.

将进酒 Qiāng jìn jiǔ, which literally means 'let's drink wine', is translated as "The Ballad of Sword and Wine" in the official English translation. I've been rolling myself on the bed for the few days I first read this because of how aesthetic and tantalizing the title translation is. I love it so much.😤❤

Ever since the 1st volume came out, it has stirred big fuss over the fandom because of Xiao Chiye's expression and sexy body lmao.🤭

Not mentioning Shen Zechuan is as beautiful as ever..😏✨

And it has again been made a big fuss because the 2nd volume cover is revealed today--

A truly, different vibe and color palette used compared to the 1st volume! ✨✨

For me personally I really love the way Xiao Chiye's eyes is overlapped with Meng (Xiao Chiye's bird pet) which makes Chiye's vision even more sharpened and overwhelming.

Meanwhile, Shen Zechuan's eyes just practically seems ready to draw out your fear-- if we readers really read and take adventure in this 2nd volume. Truly menacing, but I love it!!!❤❤

It looks like Zechuan will kill us if we dare snatch a glance at Chiye omg 🤣🤣

Moreover, Zechuan wears the red robe as his position keeps pushing up. Oh geez, he's truly suitable with white and red! ❤✨

Read the first sentence of the synopsis🫣😳❤️

And Chiye's hand that wants to hug Zechuan's waist 🙈💖

The arts were done so beautifully by St.✨✨

Now look at the comparison of both of our protagonists, because it's really amazing!!!😔💖

If the first volume is the introduction of the angst and drama in Qiang Jin Jiu, it's as if the 2nd volume practically welcomes readers to indulge and take part in the story.🤭

Look at the symbols on the side of the books! ❤

Vol. 1: His sword, yes very beautiful

Vol. 2: Flowers, of course!!

Please read Qiang Jin Jiu if you haven't because you will feel how the dynasty's political stuffs going on; merge yourself with the imagination of Chinese history and the adventures of Shen Zechuan and Xiao Chiye in achieving their goals!!🤭💕

P.S. also prepare your mental because it's really going crazy especially in this second volume book mwehehe🤧✨

Let's support the authors too by buying the official books if you can.

[derangedanomaly]

HEyaaa

(i love all your hc and how you writeomg!!)

Could You do Swap!sans x a very VEEERY sweet reader, like, a pinkie pie reader?

(please and take care!)(⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

I'm sorry if this is too short! Enjoy, and you also take care! ^^

Masterlist

SWAP SANS X SWEET READER

"Y/N!"

You turn around, meeting Swap's eye lights, looking around you frantically. You turn your head to the side, with a smile plastered on your face.

"Bluuueee!! What are you doing here?" Swap groaned in distress, holding your right leg and trying to stop it from bleeding out completely, he cannot believe this situation.. you were just engaged in a brutal fight against Nightmare of all people, and you're not even worried! Not even... Scared about your own life being on the line!

"Are you crazy?! Y-You could've- You could've-" you didn't let him finish, as you settled on hugging him close. "Blue.. it's ok! I-I'm fine! See? Still smiling!" You motion to your wide smile, as Swap looks sadly at the ground. "But..." He sighs after a few minutes of silence, and decided to hug you back. "Y/n.... How could you just... Take Nightmare on by yourself?? You could've gotten killed!" You frowned, hearing these words fly out of Swap's mouth. Where's his positivity? You looked him deep in his eyes, smiling at him brightly.

"Yeah...I could've.. but I'm still alive. And I brought you some time." Swap looks confused at that last remark, until he puts the pieces together.. thanks to you, Dream, Ink and himself got to take care of the other bad guys.. while you fought with Nightmare. "So...it wasn't just a ruthless act of yours?" You giggled, finally hearing his spirits lifted up.

"Yeah! Couldn't just leave you guys hanging!" Swap saw how you wanted to get up, but he abruptly stopped you. "You can't! Your leg's injured." You blinked up at him, several times. "Oh...yeah." You sat on the ground, thinking about this situation, until you were suddenly hoisted up.

You yelped in surprise, but relaxed once you saw that Swap just lifted you in his arms. "Mwehehe! I saved the princess!" He decided to lift up the mood, even doing his signature laugh! You snort, smiling at him brightly. "I'm saved!" You gave in into his little roleplay, still smiling at him. Swap beams at your praise, as he strikes a heroic pose with you still in his arms.

"Does my little knight want a reward for saving me?" Swap's cheeks tinted blue, at the mention of that. He sheepishly smiled at you, and rubbed the back of his head.

"T-The knight would've liked that!" He finally managed to say, cursing at himself for stuttering. You found this quite cute, as you leaned in and gave him a kiss. Swap gasped at this sudden act of yours, but a rather dorky smile appeared on his face.

He shuddered a little, but looked at you in a quick motion. He leaned in and nuzzled his head with yours. You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck. Swap was really strong, so carrying you out of the battlefield was no hard task.

As expected...of the knight.

BONUS:

Ink and Dream were walking behind Swap, with Y/n in his arms, they were all over each other, giggling and all that. Ink made a disgusted sound. "Bleh, how are they not ashamed of doing that in public??" Dream laughed a little at Ink's protest about the two lovers communicating, in their own way. Dream thought it was adorable, but the same could not be said about Ink..

"oh come on. I think they're very sweet. Swap and Y/n are definitely made for each other!" Ink groaned at Dream's words. "Yeah... But I wish that it would be me with Y/n..." Ink muttered, looking down at the ground. Dream perked up at this, looking at him. "Did you say something?" "W-What? No. You must've heard wrong."

[adaminthezyk]

Hey Puzzles? *pull Mr. Puzzles' pants down revealing the diaper he's wearing* Are you wearing diapers because you were born with severe bladder and bowel incontinence? I read you diary and medical records about you wearing diapers because you were born with severe bladder and bowel incontinence. *gives them back to Mr. Puzzles*

Creator note: idk if this was supposed to sound weird I’m sorry if it wasn’t intentional but please don’t comment things like this I’m under 18 and I find it very uncomfortable! Sorry :(

edit: it probably wasn’t intentional and I’m most likely just over reacting so I’ll let Puzzles answer

Puzzles: “Please don’t touch me >:(! Yes I think I was born with a bad bladder BUT I DONT EVEN HAVE ONE ANYMORE >X(( I still have a brain and a heart, and that’s basically all the organs I have. (And a few veins) but that’s it, also THAT DIARY WAS WHEN I WAS 8!! *sets diary on fire* mwehehe”