#and i am likely gonna use the pronouns shadow used at the time

[silentprincessandsweethibiscus]

question, the next chapter, (that i hope to finish after work, before fsff is over) is another flashback chapter, and would contain shadows deadname, since its set before it came out, and i am honestly not really sure how to go about that. bc i did put so like, actual lore based thought into what its deadname is, but i also dont know how most ppl would feel about it. i would love some feedback while im at work, so i can try and figure it out before i post it, whether i keep it or like make some kind of blank space or write it like (shadow) or something like that.

[vansyoungergf]

can i do your makeup ?

fem!reader x teen!van palmer

summery: reader begs van to let her do her makeup while they wait for the rain to stop. van agrees and somehow you end up on her lap… what could really happen ??? you’re just friends…right ??

warnings: shitty smut, oral (r receiving), pornwithplot

this is my first fic in almost 5 years please bear with me as this is probably not that great.. i’m aware liv is nonbinary but it slipped my mind to use they/them for vans pronouns until after i finished writing this i hope that’s okay. if it’s not i can rewrite it !!!

requests: open :)

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“pleaseeeee” you begged. giving the best puppy dog eyes you could. “i promise i won’t mess it up, just this once please”

you and van sat in your shared hut waiting for the rain to stop pouring outside. somehow your little makeup case has made it through the plane crash and the cabin fire. you never really used it only on special occasions like doomcoming and such. but by the looks of outside you would be stuck in the hut for hours and were already bored. why not beg your bestfriend to do her makeup.

you and van hadn’t always been close but after the fire, while everyone built the camp van and taissa broke up. you were the only one there for van, sparking a new friendship. from then on you were attached at the hip, where you went van followed and vise versa. somehow someway between it all you developed feelings for her. not wanting to rush her after breaking it off with taissa you said nothing and let the feelings fester within yourself while being as close to van as ever.

once the camp was finally done being built and it was time to pick roommates it wasn’t even a question. you and van would obviously room together. ending up in a hut with just the two of you was nice, you were able to stay up late if you wanted to talk and no one would care, you personally liked it a lot more the the one shared room of the cabin.

“you’re not doing my makeup, it’ll look weird over the scaring” van huffed while trying to read her book.

“please. i’ll make it look alright, your scars aren’t gonna look weird i promise !! if you want i wont even put makeup over them, ill wipe it off at the end so there’s nothing on them, i promise. please, there’s no mirror. i can’t do my own.” you were desperate at this point and yet van wouldn’t even entertain the idea

“how many times am i going to have to say no” van said, shutting her book and looking over at you

“until you say yes” you smiled.

“okay whatever, but no bright eye shadow. i don’t wanna look like a clown” she rolled her eyes, sighing in defeat.

you squealed and got your makeup box, taking a seat right in front of her and opening up your kit as she closed her eyes waiting for you to start. you tried to get a good angle but couldn’t, huffing and puffing trying to move your arm in a certain way so you could blend out her foundation and it just wasn’t working.

van peaked one eye opened as you looked at her in frustration.

“what are you doing?” she asked slightly laughing at the face you were making

“i can’t do it. i’m gonna break my arm trying to bend it to blend it out. just never mind.” you huffed beginning to put your makeup away and go back to being bored

before you could do so, you were moving. van tugged you onto her lap, straightening her legs so you would be straddling her. the air immediately left your lungs, you were friends of course, you slept next to each other everyday but you had never been this close to her before. especially in this position. looking slightly down at her you swore you could faint as she looked up at you waiting to see if you’d actually stay there.

after a minute of slight awkward hesitation, not knowing if you could fully sit down or not. you finally let yourself put your full weight on the girl beneath you, allowing the skirt you were wearing to flow over both of your legs and let yourself breath and relax. you’re just sitting in your friends lap doing her makeup. no big deal.

“comfy?” van asked once you finally settled.

you nodded your head with your lips close tight, still to scared to make a noise. maybe you were dreaming. you had to be dreaming.

you opened your makeup kit and started on her makeup. you used to do your makeup all the time back home. showing up to school everyday with a new look. you wanted to be a makeup artist when you were older. you loved soccer but you didn’t wanna be a professional like some of the other girls. you just wanted to help other girls feel pretty and express themselves.

van watching you closely as your tongue poked out of your lips a little in concentration, trying to get the makeup just right. she hadn’t a clue what you were really doing, just that you looked pretty doing it.

you were vans best friend. the only one who had really be there for her after her fallout with tai. she helped you keep your mind off of it with jokes and helping her build the huts for the camp. you stayed up late just the two of you talking about everything, what you wanted to do when you got home, what you used to do before the crash, school, girls, everything. no one had been able to understand her quite like you. she loves taissa don’t get her wrong. she would probably classify her as her FIRST love. but this was different then the connection she had with her ex. it feels almost deeper. she knew she could trust you and that you’d always have her back.

you concentrated as hard as you could but you could feel the texture of vans jeans on your bare thighs and she was looking at you so intensely it was hard to actually focus. just being in this position you could feel yourself getting turned on and didn’t know what to do.

van noticed you start to get antsy and put her hands on your hips. “are you okay?” she asked. voices laced with concern. “are you not comfortable??”

“no no i’m okay” you reassured, hoping it was convincing enough.

van didn’t believe you but chose to close her eyes and let you continue on her face. as you did you didn’t realize your hips starts to slightly move back and forth subconsciously. small enough movements that you could barley notice it at first. but van did.

van opened her eyes to look at you so you could put mascara on her. as she looked at you she could see that you’re pupils were wide and you were breathing heavier. somehow not noticing your own movement but van couldn’t handle it. a pretty girl is practically getting herself off on her thighs and she’s expecting to act normal ??

you grind down one more time, slightly harder then before and van can’t take it anymore. her grip on your waist tightens and she stops you. looking you dead in your eyes and you freeze. looking confused..

“do you really not see what you’re doing to me right now?” van asks

“what?” you answered, cheeks turning red

“look” van moves you back slightly to reveal and small wet patch left on her jeans and you wish you could explode right then and there.

you go to climb off of her but her hold on you tightens only letting you move back a little bit. you’d rather be out in the storm then in here any longer. praying to the wilderness it’ll just swallow you up whole.

“oh my god van i’m so sorry i didn’t know i was- i didn’t mean to- oh my god” you don’t even know what to say but luckily you don’t have to try to find words for long before van is pulling you back closer and brings her lips to yours.

you melt into it instantly. having been waiting for this for weeks. it’s better then you could have imagined. quickly getting more heated van starts moving your hips on her thigh again and god does it feel good.

you let out a moan long enough for her to shove her tongue into your mouth and now it’s on. you’re pulling at her shirt trying to get it off of her while she does the same to you.

“fuck baby you’re gorgeous” van says, staring at your partially naked body. of course she had seen you change in the locker rooms after practice but this was different. you get shy under her comment and go to cover yourself up but she grabs your arms and kisses you again.

van lets your arms go in favor for touching your thighs. going up and down under your skirt. just barely close enough to wear you really need her. you pull back from the kiss and whine.

“what baby? what do you need?” she asks with a smirk.

“you” you whined again

“you have me” she said cockily

not able to get the words out you grab her hand and bring it to your clothed center and look her in the eyes. silently begging.

“oh fuck” she whispers and it’s like something snaps in her.

next thing you know you’re on your back with her in between your legs. she slides your panties and skirt down your legs, tossing them somewhere to be found later. what a sight you were. seeing you laying there fully naked for her. van looks up at your face and what a mistake that was. you’re looking at her with the most needy eyes she’s ever seen and she can barely contain herself. she’s been dreaming of this for weeks and it’s about to happen.

she looks at you waiting for you to say you want this. waiting for you to let her touch you. you nod your head and she doesn’t wait a second, her hands are on you.

a finger going up and down your slit and your back immediately arches. not having had sex since before the crash and your fingers only doing so much for yourself you knew you wouldn’t last long but you didn’t care. she slowly puts a finger in watching your face for a negative reaction that never comes.

you moan out begging for more already. needing as much of her as you could take. she slides another finger in, moving back and forth slowly

“that’s it baby, you’re doing so good for me. i’ve been waiting for this” van says unable to take her eyes off of her fingers going in and out of you. almost mesmerized as her fingers get soaked more and more by you.

you’re moaning loud. not caring if the other girls hear but hoping the storm drowns you out. you can’t help it. vans fingers are bigger then yours and god does she stretch you perfectly. she starts to curl her fingers inside of you and you almost scream.

“please please please” you beg over and over again not really even knowing what you’re begging for.

“please what baby? huh? what do you need?” she says almost taunting you.

you don’t say anything just move your hips up and down with her fingers. she takes it as a hint and adds a third finger slowly. it’s a stretch but it feels so good you don’t care.

“can i taste you baby? please” van almost begs and you could cum right there just from the look of desperation on her face. like she needs to taste you or she’ll die. you nod your head and immediately her tongue is on your clit.

this time you can’t hold back the scream you let out and you grind your pussy on her face. chasing the high that you know is coming. it feels like heaven.

fingers still pumping in and out of you she pulls them out and quickly replaces them with her tongue before you can miss them. you didn’t think she could make you feel any better but she does.

“oh fuck baby, i’m gonna cum” you moan loudly. seconds later your cumming all over vans tongue and she swallows every drop. tasting like heaven.

she pulls her face back when you’ve finished, looking at you with a soaking wet face and the biggest grin you’ve ever seen.

she moves up next to you and you lay your head on her chest. both of your hearts racing.

“do you feel okay?” van asks after a few moments of silence and you nod your head against her.

“i like you.” van says, and your head shoots up to look her in the face “i’ve liked you for a while but i didn’t know if you felt the same. if this was just sex for you it’s okay. i understand that but-“

before she could finish you kiss her. it’s soft compared to the first kiss you shared. this one full of reassurance and feelings rather then lust and need.

“i like you too” you said with a slight smile after you pull away

“yeah???” she said perking up. happy to hear it wasn’t just sex

“yeah” you laid your head back on her chest and you both settled down. content in being wrapped up together lulled to sleep by the sounds of the storm and each others breathing.

[asirensrage]

Title: Crash Fandom: Tokyo Revengers Rating: Teen Pairing: Ran x Reader Word count: 835 Warnings: Crashing a date. Mentioned sabotaging dates (via threats and force). Threats. Slight harm to reader (tight grip). Swearing. Use of pet names. Undescribed reader but use of she/her pronouns. Unbeta’d. Summary: Ran crashes your date. Turns out, it's not the first time they've ruined things.

Notes: based off the prompt: “crashing their date with another person purposely” from this prompt list by @novelbear.

“Well, well, look who it is…”

You sigh at the familiar voice, mouthing a “sorry” to your date before you glare up at the taller man. “What are you doing here?”

“So accusational,” he teases. You know better though.

“Where’s your shadow?”you ask, eyes narrowing.

“Who, Rin? He’s around. Why?” he leans forward, resting a hand against the table. “Should I be jealous?”

Your date clears his throat, drawing both of your attentions back to him. Irritation flashes in Ran’s eyes. “Who’s this?” your date asks, motioning to the man who’s still leaning over you.

“Haitani Ran,” he introduces himself.

“An annoyance.”

“The love of her life,” Ran corrects you. You roll your eyes.

“He’s a childhood friend,” you elaborate. “One who is leaving.” You had grown up in the same building as the Haitanis, gone to the same school until they dropped out. They were both older than you and the brothers had taken you under their wing when they caught you getting hounded by some older boys on your way home. As much as they felt like it at least. You had tried to avoid them, but that only worked for so long. They both enjoyed trying to get under your skin.

“Why would I leave?” Ran asks. “You’ve been avoiding me. Us.”

“We can talk about that later. I’m on a date.”

“Is that what you call this?” Ran looks down at the table, at the restaurant you’re in, at the man across from you.

“Hey!” your date takes offense. “Excuse me?”

“Can you leave?” You ask, glaring at Ran.

“I could,” he says, before straightening and moving back. He stops just behind your date though and leans down. Your jaw clenches as he whispers something in his ear, Ran’s braids brushing the other man’s shoulders. You don’t hear what he says, even as he keeps his eyes on you, but you watch as your date’s face pales.

“I—I’m sorry,” your date says, taking the napkin off of his lap and placing it on the table." “Ex—excuse me.” He stands and walks away.

Your mouth drops open as the man scurries away, out of the restaurant. You glare up at Ran. “What the fuck did you say to him?”

He straightens and looks down at you. “The truth.”

“Which is?”

Ran leans forward again, resting his elbows on the chair as he looks at you. “That if this date continues, Rin and I will do the same thing we’ve done to every boy interested in you. He’ll never be able to walk again after we break him.”

“What?” You stare at him in shock. How many dates had you been ditched on? How many people never messaged you back after the first meeting? “You…you’re the reason…why?”

“Why?” He laughs slightly, sounding a little incredulous. “Thought you’d learn by now,” he reaches across the table and pats the top of your head. “You think we’re gonna let you be with anyone else but one of us? You’ve been mine since you thanked me for saving your ass when we met.”

“I am not!” You stand up, irritated now more than anything. You slam the napkin down on the table. “You pompous ass!”

“Such flattery,” he teases, reaching out towards you. You smack his hand away, trying to ignore the fact that everyone in the restaurant is staring at you now. You bow, apologizing quickly before grabbing your bag and leaving. Ran follows.

“Fuck off!” you snap once you’re back on the street and walking away from him. He doesn’t let you get far without him. You barely get down the road before he steps in place next to you and throws an arm over your shoulder. “Get off of me!”

He tightens his grip. “No.”

“I swear to god, Haitani, if you don’t—”

He stops, forcing you to turn and face him. “You’ll what?” He bends down, face inches from yours. “What will you do, darling?”

“Don’t call me that,” you wrench yourself from his grip. You glare up at him. “I’m not fucking yours and you don’t have the right to threaten anyone I go out with! Got it?”

His hand snaps up and grabs your jaw from below, digging his fingers into your cheeks. He smiles softly though, as if he’s not bruising you as he holds you in place. “Say that again.”

Your breath hitches in your chest and you stare at him. You’re used to how close he likes to get just to see instead of wearing glasses, but this…you’ve only seen him like this when he’s furious. It’s never been directed at you before.

“Come on, sweetheart, say it again. Tell me you’re not mine.”

“Ran…”

His grip loosens slightly. “Can’t say it, can you?” He straightens and moves, going back to his place next to you. He throws an arm around your shoulders again, pulling you in against him. “You want a date? Come on. I’ll take you somewhere you deserve.”

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[mimimarvelingmarvel]

time bound part thirteen

pairing: worst wolverine!logan howlett x f!mutant!reader

GIF by richardgrimes

Part Thirteen - Masterlist

summary: Y/n’s life takes a dramatic turn when the Time Variance Authority intervenes, pulling her from a critical moment in her timeline. The TVA sends her to the void where she eventually meets with Deadpool and a very familiar face. With Deadpool's universe in the balance, alongside his reluctant would-be pal, Wolverine, and the enigmatic time-bending mutant known as the Veil, the trio must complete the mission and save Deadpool’s world from an existential threat.

overall warnings: 18+, Fem!Reader, AFAB Reader, Use of Y/N, Her X-Men name is Veil, She/her pronouns, Swearing, Angst, Heavy Violence, Character Death, Deadpool (he’s his own warning), Hurt, Fluff, Angst, Eventual Smut, Slow Burn, TVA

word count: 1.2k

a/n: helloooo after a very long hiatus i am back and writing again, i hope to update more throughout the new year (as it is my goal to write more frequently)

We are all seated outside the shawarma place, the sun dipping low in the sky, casting long shadows across the sidewalk. Wade is, unsurprisingly, talking nonstop, his mouth moving just as fast as his hands as he digs into his food with enthusiasm. Logan, across from me, is more reserved, chewing thoughtfully, his eyes never straying far from mine. I take a bite, trying to savor the calmness of the moment, though a part of me knows it’s fleeting.

Deadpool wipes his mouth dramatically, pointing at his plate. “You know, the Avengers discovered shawarma.”

I raise an eyebrow, playing along. “They’d be lucky to have you.”

Wade’s face contorts into mock offense. “Fuck off!” he retorts, his voice as sharp as ever, though the humor lingers in his eyes. 

Before I can respond, a flash of movement catches my attention, and I look up to see a little grimy dogpool sprinting toward Wade, tongue lolling out of her mouth and eyes bright with excitement.

Wade’s face lights up. “How’s my little munchkin? Oh, all is right in the world.” He scoops the mutant dog into his arms, showering it with affection like a proud parent. 

I glance at Logan, and for a moment, we share a quiet look. His gaze, deep and steady, holds mine as he speaks, his voice low and almost tender. “Yes it is.”

There’s something in the way he looks at me that makes my heart skip a beat, the weight of everything that’s happened settling between us. The chaos, the explosions, the near-death experiences—all of it feels distant now, like something from another lifetime. Here, in this strange little moment, I feel safe.

Wade snaps me out of it, his voice cutting through the quiet. “So, what are you gonna do next?” he asks Logan, curiosity evident in his tone.

Logan pauses, his jaw tightening as he thinks for a moment. “I’ll figure it out,” he says, as if that’s the only answer that matters. “I always do.”

Wade, of course, doesn’t let the moment hang for too long. “All right. So, I’ll probably see you around,” he says, nonchalantly shoving another bite of food into his mouth.

Logan stands, his expression unreadable, but there’s a finality in his movements that makes it clear he’s ready to go. “Probably not,” he mutters, pushing his chair back and rising to his full height.

Without thinking, I get up too, the instinct to follow him overpowering any other thought. “I go where you go,” I say softly, the words slipping out before I can stop them.

Logan’s gaze softens as he looks at me, his hand brushing against mine in a way that sends warmth spreading through my chest. It’s a subtle gesture, but in it, there’s something unspoken, something I don’t need words to understand. 

Logan gives a final nod, “See you, bub.”

Wade’s face contorts into mock indignation again. “Wait! I’ve got room for two more,” he says, standing, hoping for us to join him.

I glance at Logan, a small smile pulling at the corner of my lips. “Not a bad idea,” I say, my voice light. We could use somewhere to stay for now anyway.

Logan smirks, a rare expression of amusement flashing across his face. “You might regret that,” he warns, though the warmth in his voice tells me he doesn’t really mean it.

Wade, ever the opportunist, spreads his arms wide. “Oh, come on! We could be a badass trio. It’s like the perfect mix—angst, claws, and… whatever it is I bring to the table.”

I chuckle, shaking my head. “You mean chaos.”

Wade grins. “Exactly.”

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It’s been three months since we’ve settled into living with Wade, and somehow, it’s even more chaotic than I expected. The apartment—a surprisingly decent two-bedroom loft Wade "acquired" through means I’m too afraid to ask about—has become a strange sort of home.

The first few days were a whirlwind of adjustment. Wade’s never-ending commentary was grating at first, but I’ve learned to tune him out when necessary. Logan, on the other hand, had less patience and almost walked out the second day after Wade serenaded us at 2 a.m. with an off-key rendition of Careless Whisper. Somehow, I convinced him to stay, and now, three months later, I think even Logan has started to begrudgingly accept the lunacy.

Most mornings start the same way. I wake up to the smell of burning… something. Today, it’s toast—Wade has a knack for turning simple tasks into disasters.

“Breakfast is served!” Wade announces loudly as I shuffle into the kitchen, still groggy. He’s wearing an apron that says Kiss the Merc, and Dogpool is perched on the counter, staring at the charred bread like it’s a gourmet meal.

“Do I even want to ask what happened?” I say, rubbing my temples.

“Creative genius takes risks,” Wade replies with a flourish, sliding a plate of inedible toast toward me. “But don’t worry, munchkin.” He pats Dogpool on the head. “There’s always cereal.”

Logan strides in, shirtless and already looking like he’s been awake for hours. His hair is wet from a shower, and his face is set in its usual scowl. He takes one look at the mess and growls, “I’m making coffee.”

“Ah, the grumpy one emerges,” Wade says, clapping his hands together. “I was starting to think you’d finally run off to join a monastery.”

“Keep talking, Wade, and I’ll show you where you can shove that toast,” Logan mutters, grabbing the coffee pot.

I hide a smile behind my mug. This is our dynamic now—Wade provoking Logan, Logan threatening Wade, and me stuck in the middle, finding an odd sense of normalcy in the chaos.

Later that day, we’re all sprawled out in the living room. Wade is flipping through channels at lightning speed, Dogpool curled up on his lap. Logan sits in the armchair, sharpening his claws with a steady focus that makes me nervous and amused at the same time. I’m on the couch, sketchbook in hand, half-listening to Wade’s ramblings.

“You know,” Wade starts, pausing on a nature documentary, “this reminds me of that time I fought a bear. Big guy, lots of claws. We bonded over mutual hatred for humans. It was beautiful.”

Logan looks up, deadpan. “Bears don’t bond.”

“This one did,” Wade insists. “We’re pen pals now.”

I snort, shaking my head. “How do you even come up with this stuff?”

“It’s a gift,” Wade says, leaning back and throwing an arm over Dogpool. “Speaking of gifts, I think we should go on a team mission. Shake things up a bit. What do you say, claws?”

“No,” Logan says immediately.

Wade turns to me, eyes wide and pleading. “Come on, sunshine. Help me out here.”

I raise an eyebrow. “What kind of mission?”

“Oh, you know. Something simple. Heroic. Maybe a little illegal.” He grins. “I’ll even let you lead.”

Logan groans, standing up. “I’m going for a walk.”

As the door shuts behind him, Wade sighs dramatically. “You two would be so cute.”

“Wade,” I warn, though I can’t help the small smile tugging at my lips.

“Don’t worry,” he says, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “I’ll play nice. For now.”

And so, life with Wade continues—chaotic, unpredictable, and somehow, against all odds, exactly what we need.

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[mallowmaenad]

baedel flow

this shit ain't nothin to me girl

i'm taking DIY alstolfo brand temu titty skittles. I got so much prog up my ass my dildo has erectile dysfunction. I'm injecting estrogen straight into my face so I can force fem the cop in my brain.

I'm problematic. I ship things you can't imagine. The judge read my Archive Of Our Own bookmarks out loud and the jury were too busy throwing up to give me a guilty verdict.

I smoke shit so dank it'll age regress you into a fucking sperm.

I'm on that greymarket back alley bimbo goo. I'm doing deviantart shit to my body just to look myself in the mirror when I shave in the morning.

Your sister LOVES my milk duds. You never had a brother, she calls me mommy with a 2 year age difference.

I'm putting lead and estrogen in my haters' cereal so I can make some toxic yuri, get them moaning in their boyvoices 6 months later behind the Warhammer store like I'm fucking Slaanesh.

They/them me again and I'll run a used Manscaped Lawnmower across your face until you look like a fucking newborn

I show up to Planned Parenthood just to stand there and watch the abortions, licking my lips between sips of Strawberry Dreams mixed with pure thailander gamer girl sweat.

When I'm done with you you'll never want to go to the pool shirtless again bitch

I'm on those quadruple puppygirlboygirl anarchist homebrew estrogen patches, taking so much spiro that Big Pharma is wiping down fire hydrants in my area to make Premarin with the residue.

The only thing Harkness is testing is my fucking patience and I'm about to turn him into another one of my little sisters

I'm smoking that bocchi the rock giving myself middle school anxiety so intense it erases my male socialization

They wanted to write a callout post about me so I fucked their moms, and their dogs and the playstation 5 just for good measure, now if they don't call me auntie they're grounded from role playing My Hero Academia characters on discord for 2 weeks.

You wish I'd make you my bitch. By the time you re-align your pronouns you'll be bottoming for a fucking stuffed shark posting about your Amazon Basics skirt on reddit

They call me the egg cracker because I bust so many fucking balls

I radiate so much AGP my nickname at the local pride center is elephant's foot. I give Kaitlyn Jenner so much gender envy it's got her considering voting blue in the next election.

Yeah I'm on E, what the fuck else am I gonna trip on when I drive to the pharmacy blasting SewerSlvt so loud youtube is recommending video essays to every single person in the tri state area.

Christine Chandler wishes she was me. Contrapoints wishes she was me. Aphrodite desires me carnally. They can't handle the divine feminine energy radiating from my unwashed hen cause they gotta go through the Hero's Journey just to get a face full of baby butter that tastes like expired anchovies.

Tonight girl my chosen name is Bridget because I'm going to go to town inside you. Your hole's gonna be more ruined than Thanksgiving dinner when I show up in a slutty little number watching my cousin the same age as me lose another inch of his hairline.

I'm sucking on that neocities watamote siscon shadow siren hard candy getting affected like a male feminist just heard me say the word bitch a little too loud for his liking. My Celeste speedruns have never been faster.

Fuck around and find out keep talking shit and my final fantasy 14 plugins won't be the only thing I'll be reprogramming tonight

[tw1nkee28]

No one asked for this, but I really needed to infodump about him to someone or I was gonna go insane.

˙⋆✮ Info about my CoD oc, 'Dawn'! ✮⋆˙

⚠️Warning!⚠️ There will be a lot of words and one image containing (mild) nudity below the cut. (A shirtless man, in case you are uncomfortable with such)

The first image is a reference for the finer details of his character such as his hairstyle, his facial details like his nose and eyes, and his major scars.

The second image is more of how I envisioned his body type, but I struggle with consistency and being able to convey some bodies in different angles and intricate poses.

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These are just some drawings I've made of his character as I was developing him.

While he is a rather calm individual, being stoic and silent most of the time, he does still get rather angry on the inside. Which is what I was trying to convey in the first image.

He respects his peers and superiors, but when they do legitimately stupid shit, he can and will rock their shit depending on how bad it was.

I've included this in his lore before but I am too nervous to share some of the finer details of his lore and will only be vaguely referencing it, sorry ☹️🫶

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I made a janky, very brief timeline of his career above.

Now, I haven't filed through complete details so some things such as his rank and experience in the field may or may not be entirely accurate with the time he was working especially since I made his character on the fly and did little to no research at first. Only now am I actually trying to expand his character and lore and am realizing I did not do nearly enough research. Most of this is just what I thought sounded nice at first.

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More in-detail information below ↓

Name: Julius Harper Aliases: Dawn, 7-28

Nationality: Filipino Ethnicity: Eastern Asian

Age: 32 DoB: June 19, 1992

Pronouns: He/Him Gender: Cis Man Sex: M

Sexuality: Unlabeled, prefers men

Height: 6'2

Languages: Tagalog, English, FSL (Filipino sign language, for Dusk)

Which CoD universe: Modern Warfare (ii)

Branches of Service: Marine Corps

Affiliation: Shadow Company

Specialities: hand to hand, a variety of front line infantry skills, long range, basic first aid

Personality: usually grumpy and quiet. switches between sassy, rude, and teasing(towards close people) and quiet, obedient, and stoic. He's technically a strong and silent type around most people, usually very distrusting and distant. He's very good at following orders unless they're outright stupid, then he'll put up a fight about them.

Backstory: (my attempt at being brief, sorry🙏) given to an (underground) training organization with unconventional training methods at a young age, was tortured and ridiculed for disobeying (his scars on his face and chest🫶), escaped with force when he was 17(nearly 18). Had to travel by himself to the US and rely on strangers to get him there (no money to his name).

Eventually joined the Marines at 20, met Dusk (his Colonel). Blah blah blah, went up the ranks. At 28 he dragged Dusk out of the field half exploded and left the Marines soon after Dusk did. Joined Shadow Company 🫶

Issues: PTSD, nightmares, paranoia, nervous at being touched randomly

Habits: never takes off his mask unless he's REALLY comfortable, sleeps with it on more often than not. Hovers close to people he likes cause he doesn't like to reach out and touch people, settling on subtle hands on shoulders or light brushes of skin. Watches and evaluates anyone and everyone in the same room as him, constantly searching for any red flags or threats.

Scars: One over each eye (resembling clown markings)

One running over his bottom lip and down his chin.

One running from his collar bone to below his navel.

A mix of bullet, knife, and other scars from his field work scattered over his arms and hands.

Preferred method of showing care/affection/love language: acts of service, quality time, ("secretly") physical touch.

Preferred way of receiving care/affection: words of affirmation, physical touch

Eye Color: left eye pale yellow with brown center, right eye green with yellow center. has heterochromia

Hair description: short and dusty brown with two streaks of early greying. Two long pieces in front of either ear, short in the back.

Clothing description: SC Uniform - beige tactical vest stocked with red and yellow(ish) Chem lights, roll of thin rope, and three mags. Black, long-sleeve zip-neck shirt with the shadow company insignia on the sleeve. Black balaclava, black helmet and goggles with attachable headphones connected to comms. Black tactical cargo pants, black belt with two storage pouches attached at either side of his hips, and a right handed gun holster. Very dark brown/black combat boots.

Not in uniform - form fitting short-sleeve shirts and jeans most of the time. Occasionally switching it up for loose shirts when his compression shirts feel too tight and strangling for a casual day. He wears belts to at least make it seem like he cares about his outfits, even though he doesn't really put effort. Picking up whatever dark colored shirts and jeans he can find and calling it a day most of the time.

Body description: well-built Filipino man with hooded eyes. He has a bit of stubble along his jaw, forgetting to shave often. Freckles are speckled over his face, arms, neck and shoulders, and legs. Body hair over his chest, arms, and legs mainly. Occasionally lets other Shadows paint his nails when they ask (requests black but can't say no if they choose another) so sometimes has painted nails.

Favorite activities: sitting outside with nature, playing guitar, going to the bar with Dusk to spend time and catch up, reteaching Dusk guitar

Blood type: O-

Favorite animal(s): Cats, snakes, birds in general

Favorite food/dessert: Pork Adobo, Graves' cooking (it's his guilty pleasure at cookouts, you can't convince me that Graves doesn't stand at a grill making food for his Shadows for a cookout on an off day)

• born in Marawi City; Mindanao, Philippines

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He's generally like a big dog that doesn't realize it's own size, like a great Dane of sorts. Protective, loyal to a fault with aggressive tendencies towards those he doesn't know/trust. Silent and strong, unless he's with someone close to him

He enjoys his quiet time and regular meets up with an old friend of his, back from his Marine days, the both of them learning electric guitar and playing together sometimes to loosen up.

He's a workaholic all in all, not having many hobbies or activities out side of his work.

He lives at base, having been out on the streets before starting his career in the military.

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He earned his scars on his face and chest when he was about 16-17, fleeing his state as soon as he was nearing 18 (lore reasons that I'm too nervous to share with people) and living on the streets with a lengthy theft history until he joined the Marines at 20 years old. Where he met his previously mentioned 'old friend', his Colonel, call sign 'Dusk'.

His shadow company number is 7-28. No I did not do research on the actual numbers, I just chose random ones that sounded nice on my tongue. Plus 28 is like,,, my number, if you couldn't tell by my user.

If anyone understands the number system better and would like to help me out by correcting me, I would appreciate that very much. But for now, it is Shadow 7-28.

His lore and titles were developed before I put him in Shadow Company canonically, so shit like him being a Lieutenant and other things that would require him to have years and years of experience to get would be from his career in the Marines before then. I'm assuming he would have to start fresh since he joined a new company? Correct me if I'm wrong, but I believeeee he'd have to start fresh with SC with things like titles.

He does still keep his old mask since Dusk helped him with it, but now he really only wears the shadow company uniform and gear. Swapping his plain black balaclava for his old one with the skull-like details when he's back at base relaxing.

Smaller details about him!! ↓

Favorite color - Green !!

Favorite activities - sitting outside with nature, playing guitar, going to the bar with his found-family Brother (Dusk) to spend time and catch up

Favorite animal - cats ! Specifically black cats (he feels they're misunderstood)

• HATES ships and deep water

• used to (attempt to) pick up stray cats he found on the streets and try to bring them home as a kid.

• doesn't like training new recruits but is always put in charge of training them because of his leadership skills. (This happened to me in band a long while back, apparently my teacher thought I was a 'silent leader' and was really good at leading others subconsciously even if I hated being a leader??? That's him, that's Dawn. Silent leader)

• has nightmares frequently

• will deny liking someone, going as far as saying he hates them even if as soon as they leave the room he smiles on the inside because, hey! Someone wants to be close to him! That's new!

• tried drawing once, it looked like a kids drawing. he never picked up a pencil to draw again

• has really nice handwriting?? Wtf???

• He's a lieutenant!!

• spent years training to be a sniper that he's now unnecessarily still and silent while working on smaller tasks that require even the slightest bit of focus such as paperwork.

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Info about 'Dusk' since he's a big part of their lore ↓

These are all the drawings I've done of him so far ↑

While I haven't gone deep into lore for him, I do have a few small facts about him that have played a part in Dawn's lore.

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• He is 6'3, standing only an inch taller than Dawn.

• he was Dawn's Colonel for most of their career before they joined Shadow Company.

• just before Dawn had left to join SC, Dusk had gotten caught too close to an explosion. Having been dragged back to the base by Dawn himself and after healing, was left with very little sight and hearing on his left side. He struggled to be able to do many tasks that he needed to be able to complete to keep his job afterwards and had to quit.

• he cut off his long hair after the explosion burned off a lot of his hair, being left with very little long hair left on his right side. He felt it looked odd and cut it off so it could regrow at its own pace. Some parts of his scalp on his left side having damaged the actual skin there making it very hard/impossible to regrow it in some patches.

• he started learning guitar before joining the military, having been the one who inspired Dawn to learn and having lent Dawn their first ever guitar.

• was the one who gave Dawn his callsign

• he's Filipino, one of the many traits he and Dawn bonded over

• acts as Dawn's older brother later on in their career together after years of knowing each other. He has two siblings at home while Dawn is an only child

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Fun fact! He was slightly based off of my older brother, named Dusk :)

While some parts of his character were based off of him, the name was surprisingly not, it just happened to match up with Dawn while I was making them 🫶

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If you couldn't tell, Dawn is my baby and my favorite OC. I love him very much and will probably expand on his lore and such at some point, but for now, this is what we have.

Thank you if you read all of this ❤️

[moofuuu]

The Triple S

The Triple Threat~☆

And some headcanons below about these guys!! And I mean all six of them!!

V So a big post if you press past this point!! V

Here's some headcanons and other info I have for my own characters and designs in general to the triple S!! I am very passionate how I represent these guys, and I would like to note that now, before you guys read any further, I AM MYSELF A TRANS MAN!!! I DON'T SPEAK ON MOST PEOPLES BEHALF, BUT I WOULD LIKE TO SAY THAT SOME THINGS MIGHT BE OFFENSIVE TO SOME OF YOU IDFK

Now without further adoo, let's get on with the headcanons and information about the hedgehog's!!!

Sonic Headcanons

He/Him! Bisexual!

24-25 yr old

People say his boobs are growing, and yes I fully agree with that, and yes I do prefer him as a Trans man... but I love the idea of a strong muscle man with Trans scars is so goddamn UGH ♡♡♡

Sonic is getting built, growing some more muscles, and getting stronger with each series and or game!! It's the reason he's getting so big!!

He's also had both surgeries!

Top and bottom scars and also he's way more like the cocky type if you think Archie comics a bit, but of course he cares for his friends!! A whole lot actually and plays around with them too.

Amy gave him those knee and elbow pads to prevent a whole lot more scraping

even though it doesn't help much It still looks nice and it fits him, and the amount of times he slides against the grass and grounds a lot, of course he's gonna rely more on the knee pads a lot.

He wears hiking boots/shoes because they last way more longer than regular running shoes! It's something he prefers and well, the kicks have a lot more "oomf" to them when he does kick with those boots of his.

It takes a lot to take him down!! He's not your average soft man or gentle guy, he's more of your tough brother and he does get emotional!! But it's not usually the way you'd typically think, for he just gets a bit more colder to the shoulder when it's a serious situation with a more cutting edge.

Sonic's a goofball, just like it shows in the Sonic boom series, he loves just fucking around and doing silly things on the side really.

He's still learning a lot and still has that young college boy mentality to be honest.

Also well versed in close combat because of his best friend and rival Knuckles! He learned some moves from him when they met and all!

He has hyperactive ADHD!!

Sonic is a close combat character!! He prefers to fight his enemies as close as he can as he can hit powerful kicks and can throw powerful punches.

Has PTSD

His relationship with Shadow is mostly rivalry, and the two butting heads all the time!!! But never actually hanging out casually as Shadow refuses to hang out with him, and Sonic is fine with that; besides, he gets on his nerves intentionally... Never unintentionally, and the two of them know when to take matters seriously. He also thinks Shadow has a thing for someone, but he ain't no gossip-er... though Rouge brings that out of him, and he hates it.

His relationship with Silver is casual rivalry, but he can't even trash talk with him!!! He takes things to literally and doesn't even understand half the words he's saying!!! It's like he's an old man!! But Silver isn't even the oldest of the three!! In fact, the youngest and yet Sonic can never find himself having fun trash talking to the guy, but he is fun to hug though and a great listener...

Shadow Headcanons!

Any pronouns

• [Usually default to he/him though]

Demiromantic

30-50 yrs old

He doesn't really know nor really cares to know. Also, the oldest out of the triple S but not the tallest despite his alien genes.

He's in the middle... though mostly fighting close as he uses guns when necessary. Shadow is a close combat and ranged combat mobian, his muscles mostly in his arms as you need to keep your guns steady and able to handle the recoil in guns in general.

He has a bunch of old accessories! Like old patches from old bands, stickers and magnets but he hides those in small containers because he doesn't want to stick the stickers on anything.

It also usually works in the night!! He can't really work during the day as his black fur sticks out like a sore thumb and he also can't really sleep anyways sometimes.. as his nightmares sometimes gets to him.

If he doesn't have anything to do, he'll be pacing around in his office, wanting something to do, someone to talk to or listen to... but he's not about to go bother someone as his colleagues might be busy. Definitely won't go talk to Sonic as he's annoying.

He wears shades!! Mostly because the sun hurts his alien like eyes sometimes on some days where he pulled all nighters and hasn't seen the light of day.

He definitely has some routine going on as he has too stick to it, he's always so strict on himself because if he isn't, they would only end up thinking to much about their past and they're not about to deal with that.

They look great for their age, it only makes sense though as part of his life was in a tube, grown and raised in space.

After crashing into earth after escaping the A.R.K and leaving Maria behind [against his own will], it traveled the world for a bit, for Maria, for it... for itself as it was curious about the world... but eventually, G.U.N. caught up to him and, with the lack of fighting skills, eventually caught.

His shoes are bulky!!! Being made in the 1950s, there's no way his shoes look that sleek, and I will continue drawing them bulky.. also, I'm keeping the rings to how they originally looked in the SA2. Instead of straight-up rings on the hands... some rims are on the rings as they show that the ring inhibitors can come off.

Shadow is known to keep to himself most of the time and is close to his friend Omega and Rouge

He has autism, PTSD, and a bit of auditory hallucinations..

The hivemind is a part of the reason it's still there, but he destroyed that long ago! Yea, he did, but he's still needs to get used to the sounds in his head about needing to renew his own species.

Relationship with Sonic •

Its relationship with Sonic is... rocky, he gets that he's the hero and everything, supposed to keep the world safe, but he won't leave it alone!!! Of course he's better at everything than him!! Fighting! Guns!! He can do it all! But racing!! Gah!! He won't shut up about it! And how he won't shut up about how much shorter he is... but seriously, it seems like each time they're in the same room, Sonic's goal is to annoy him or get on his nerves... which works each time not going to lie.

Relationship with Silver •

For Silver, his relationship with him and all that, despite being the one to almost kill Sonic when meeting and killing him, he learned a lot, and he's glad to have shown the bad things and bad intentions Mephiles was planning. The fact that he doesn't even try and do anything suspicious either is refreshing... The fact that he holds no judgment to anyone too is something new and refreshing too, meeting Silver was like... for once someone doesn't judge him and just listens... he also lost a best friend, which was Blaze. He gets it.. doesn't he..? Why does he feel this way..?

Silver Headcanons!!!

Pansexual | He/They

20-23 yrs old!

Wears a jacket for warmth, a binder for comfort, and pants for comfort plus warmth as well! He wears these rings to keep his own magic in check, and so it's much easier for him to not always focus on the target he's holding.

From the future, but a devastating one... no matter what he did, no matter what he said!! The future never changed, and it was always some wasteland. He needs to check up on it every once in a while, though, to make sure the future is still the future and that he should figure out how or what to defeat their enemies with!! They don't know specifically or much details but with their small Itty bitty skills of detective work from reading books, they will be able to help at some point... right???

Shortest of the three and lacking muscle, but there's a reason for that!

They are mostly ranged fighter as they rely on their telekinesis a lot and can not fight close for the life of them.. can't even use a gun without being scared of it!!

They are well versed in the books, and had read a lot of things, when they read instructions, they can get it not instantly but with a few trials and errors they can actually perfect the thing they're learning. Cooking? Yes! Baking? Yes! Sewing?? Few pokes by accident but yes!!!

Though his build is small, he's actually pretty brave, as he grew up in an apocalyptic world, learning to scavenge and fast with food and water... learning about plants and all!

He infact... hates the cold but wants to see winter snow... he got way too used to Crisis City and its extreme heats!!! His body is cold like a fridge, but... luckily, he has friends that can keep him warm!

He lost his best friend and sister, Blaze; her sacrifice to sealing away the evil that was in the future and now wears red earrings to represent her. Though... the Blaze he met that's from another realm... reminds him too much of his old sister... though she seems a lot more strict with herself than anything.

Learned most of his knowledge in books!! No matter how bad the writing may have been, he would read it... and tries his best to keep an open mind to a lot of things... Blaze (from his timeline and world) had even helped him read and learn some things from the books.

They're indeed the fluffiest

Has albinism!

Got their powers from when they're young, telekinesis is actually quiet rare!![I rarely see anyone use this and just IMO!!! Concludes to being it a rare super power..]

Telekinesis/Psycokenesis is actually quiet rare, how he got it was through an attack, an attempt was made at his life by flames and Blaze wasn't there to help, but luckily his powers activated in time, blowing away all the flames that threatened him.. though now he's scared still

Has Audhd!!

Introverted as you can't just shove someone into a group of people even though they haven't even been around anyone but ONE person all their life!!

Though he does have lots of interest and loves listening in on everyone's conversation.

He thinks out loud to himself

PTSD as well...

Trust issues after Mephiles.

Relationship with Sonic •

His relationship with Sonic was rocky at first, and he hates how he was so mean to Sonic! Trying to kill him and all for the right reasons!! He swears it was for the right reasons!! He almost did it, and he was so glad Amy was there to stop him... though it was hard to understand at first, but lucky for his open-mindedness, he was able to get over it. Finding out Sonic was actually the good guy and learning that he was actually the one he read in all the books about the legendary blue hero and not the so-called "iblis trigger." To meet your idol and the hero, and he's so calm and nice and oh— never mind he's fighting with his friends again... well, at least he's so forgiving and forgetting... but Silver sure as hell ain't, he hasn't even forgiven himself yet for being so mean to him at first. But he keeps trying to do this trash talk??? Sometimes Silver gets it...

Most times, not getting it one bit. Though his charm and skills are very admirable, and they want to learn it someday.

Relationship with Shadow •

He's the reason he even got out of killing the blue hero in the first place and sure was cold-hearted and rude at first.. even kicked him in the head, but that was well deserved, honestly. But seeing through the lies and actually the original form that Mephiles had taken!! And to learn he was actually manipulating Silver!? Agh! It's hard to read someone, but... Shadow just looks like he needs a friend and someone there to show him it's okay to open up at least a bit! That's what Sonic showed him, and that's what Blaze did too!

Silver can't help but look up to Shadow sometimes though, admiring him and his work and how well organized he is! Better than Silvers chaotic schedule that they try to keep too!! But learning that Shadow had a friend and lost them ... Silver can't help but feel closer to him in some way after learning such detail.

v The Triple Threat v

Scourge Headcanons!!

24-26! He/Him

Bisexual

He's the shortest of the three cause, well, he's a hedgehog! He's insecure bout that, but not as much as you think. He is also a big-time flirt and puts up a big tough guy front. Has commitment issues and also hates really keeping up with any friends, especially after how many times he been fucked over.

But that didn't really seem to stop him getting to more other buddies, Venice and Terios, who's actually not as bad as the rest and actually have been on the same level as him

Terios is intimidating and strong, sure, but he Scourge can never get that guy to get angry at him and it's fair, guy seems like he's been through a lot.

Venice just so happens to come from some future, but he said he was sent back to save the past... but surprisingly, the guy just didn't want to and joined Scourge's ruling.

So his new friends are really okay to say the least, they can care less about others as much as him but no matter what Scourge is still some type of Sonic, so of course he has some respect for his two buddies...

Pathetic really as he can't get over his ex Fiona, and everytime he complains about it Venice is there to slap that outta him, he's not about to go through another pathetic crying session.

Scourge wears all this outrageous stuff because of how he has very much a identity crisis every other week, trying to separate himself and his own looks from Sonic, trying to remove the title of "evil sonic" off of him, gets mad each time he's even referred to the name as he screams out "IT'S SCOURGE!!!" Hating how he's always compared to Sonic as well as he's not at all like him!!

His quills are much shorter but well kept, despite the punkish look to him, he's a lot more cleaner than Sonic himself, as he also likes to plan ahead of time too, but can't really read people well like Sonic though..

Has a dead dad

Ain't as built like Sonic

Just as chaotic, if not worse, and evil at that, who cares about who gets hurt??

Other than his two pals.. don't hurt his two pals.

Venice the mink

21-24 | He/him

Unlabeled.

Despite the looks of it, he's not at all well put together, screaming and yelling at everyone who gets him pissed off, and even dares to make fun of his interests, very closed off as he's always pushing away everyone from him.

Note; as surprising it is, Scourge and Venice are still buddies, though, as their goals in life are really just the same.

Unlike Silver, he doesn't have that pretty privilege that the white hedgehog has, as he always thinks his scar is awful, tanking his insecurities more and how much he hates his looks.. so to combat this, he built his own body to make up the scar he's so insecure about, wrapping what he could in bandages.

He hates seeing Silver and hates how he acts as he sees too much of his younger self in him. He also hates how open they are.

Very much has inner homophobia of himself and has VERY FRAGILE masculinity

Venice would rather get shot in the head before admitting to himself for liking anyone, as he has his feelings locked away deep inside himself so even the smallest fuzziness he feels he would immediately try and push the person away or just be meaner. Self-destruction if you will.

Despite this Terios and Scourge stick by, it's not like they both heard worse and by this point they're starting to learn that Venice's aggressive behavior is also becoming a bit more like aggressive love..

Says lots of death threats to both Scourge and Terios but he can't actually kill Terios, and Scourge, he's why he's okay with being friends with at least a few people.

He hates the other for teasing him so much but it's not like he makes fun of the hedgehog back..

Keeps Scourge alive because Scourge is his kill, no one else's, despite how gay that might sound they're only just friends with benefits and rarely go at it anyways.

His relationship with Terios, he's also somehow less hostile towards the porcupine, but that's because of the power the guy has, and what he's capable of doing.

Terios the porcupine

40 to 50 yrs old

He/him Unlabled.

He's the tallest of the three and is the strongest, waken up too many times and also been resurrected to many times for his own good.

Doesn't like getting into fights much and rather avoid everyone at all costs, but because of Venice and Scourge freeing the guy from his prison, he's tolerant of those two, and ONLY those two.

Full of anarchy baryl, but is weak to the chaos energy from mobius...

He very much has a dad bod and he also just stays out of trouble for the most part because he rather be left alone in nature where no one's there to bug him and actually hurt him... mostly passive and he's also originally a porcupine that was swept off the streets long ago.

A science expirement gone wrong, and left alive for as long as they can... Lucky them, Terios got out, and the island blew. .. well not lucky for them nevermind.

They all said it was for the greater good.. science...

Terios hates technology... not because of his age and non understanding of it...

It's because of how much it terrifies him and actually what the thing is capable of, he's not about to go back and listen to all the humming and buzzing of machines.

Terios sneezes like a dad would, loud and noisy

He rather avoid everyone and everything, not really liking technology or even the city in general.

Has multiple bullet wound scars, but the fur has overgrown them.. but if you touch the body sure can feel them.

He was originally a normal porcupine actually, from the earth instead of space

Not many things can hurt or kill him like his counterpart... he actually died multiple times before but brought back alive each time.

The Triple Threat has a lot more headcanons, but I realize how big this post is getting lol

[cursed-spectre]

Okay, let's do this one last time.

"Hi. My name's Spectre, and welcome to the cube. Here, you can ask questions to me, Ai, and Cassidy."

Don't forget me.

"They can't hear you."

"I'm a strange shadow thing, but I'm still a girl, and use she/her. Uh, by some strange er- miracle, I guess, I'm, uh—"

"She's dating Tera and Kiara from @ask-elliot-doorman-fam."

"I was getting there! Ugh, but yeah."

"So, Cassidy."

"No."

"Since you decided to speak up,"

"NO."

"Why don't you introdu—"

"I SAID NO!"

"I'll go!"

"That works."

"A-hem. Greetings, everyone. My name is Ai Morgenstern, and I'm the daughter of Spectre. I'm also a girl and use she/her. It's so very nice to meet you all. Hehe, I hope we can be best friends."

"..."

"Cassie?"

"Ugh, fiiine, I'll do your stupid introduction."

"Yay!"

"Yeah, yeah."

"Cassidy. She/her. Bye."

"..."

"What? Hey don't look at me like—...fine. And wipe that grin off your face, shadow."

"I'm Cassidy. I use she/her like everyone else in this damn place. Seriously, Spectre. You couldn't have made a son and not a daughter? N-no, I didn't mean it like that Ai.

Our pronouns are they/them.

You can be quiet. I am not saying I use they/them just because you're here. We aren't—I'm just gonna ignore you."

I wish to answer questions.

"What?"

The Rebooted demands questions.

"You don't have a vocal voice. That would be impossible."

Then you can speak for me, fwiend.

"... I'm going to hate this, I just know it."

"She's a nice girl."

(Mod Stuff underneath Read More)

So yeah, this is my RP blog. My personal blog is @spectral-squid, and I'll usually use (blue text in round brackets.)

As for rules,

Suggestive stuff is fine, and I'm okay with certain nsfw stuff, but I retain the right to give a warning if I don't like where something is going, as well as just stopping a chain if I feel it's needed. I will try not to do that, though. I don't really like to.

I won't tolerate straight up homophobia, transphobia, racism, etc. Clearly fictional stuff like regarding Spectre's views of drones are fine, but if you are genuinely any of the above mentioned, I would rather you not interact. I myself am Transfem, so transphobia especially is not something I'd like to deal with.

I try to answers any asks I get, but sometimes one may go unanswered if I literally just can't find a way to respond to it. I'm very sorry.

Tags

The general #(Character) answers tags will be there.

Tags using "cursed" with the exception of cursed jelly, cursed doughnut, and cursed jelly doughnut will refer to me as a mod, not a character.

"#cursed gallery" is used for reference art of Spectre and co by me and others as long as it is still used for reference. These are commonly picrew edits, but may include reference sheets in the future.

"#cursed fan gallery" is used for fanart of the crew made by others

"#tales of a spectre" is used for short stories that show a bit of background into the lore of Spectre and her world.

"#cursed snippets" is used for short scenes within The Cube.

"#character trivia" is used for small bits of trivia regarding characters.

Some quick details (totally not because I always forget)

Spectre's human and drone forms are around the same height as V.

Ai is the same height as Uzi in the show, being smaller than the average worker drone.

Cassidy is almost N's height. (Yes, she is taller than Spectre.)

[infwctednyacifier]

💰⋆｡ 🍽 ₊˚ 🚪˚. DUO, MINECRAFT = VAMP PUP KOKICHI COVEN – ALTER PACK

Got bored and remembered that ✨🎀 is gonna request a subsystem so here’s a start to it, ig???? Two for Kokichi's Minecraft autism

Names – Cookie „ Duke „ Hoover „ Pickle „ Buttercup „ Bubba

Nicknames – Coco „ Butter

Age – mid 20’s

Pronouns – he / him „ oink / oink's „ hoof / hoof's „ mud / mud's „ gold / gold's „ shiny / shiny's

Gender – cisboy „ piggender „ kingpiggender „ gemgender „ mongender

Terms – boy „ pig

Orientation – androsexual „ Achillean „ gay „ polyamorous

Personality – serious „ aggressive „ introverted „ hostile „ easily flustered

Role – physical protector

Species – Piglin ( brute )

Source – Minecraft

Emojis –  💰 „ 👑 „ 🥇 „ 🐷 „ 🪓 „ 💢

Extra – Might be a subsystem??? Idk, maybe he'd split some other piglins / other Nether mobs or Kokichi would feel bad and form them so he wouldn't be lonely. Obv chubby!!!! #1 strongfat piglin truther + he secretly is a MASTER chef but is insecure about his cooking skills and pls just compliment his cooking and he'll cook for his friends and partners!!!!! Also loves liminal spaces because they make him feel weirdly nostalgic and comfortable and most likely will build his own little town if he's given his own space in headspace and the proper materials and assistance .

Example message – I'm Cookie, I use he/oink/hoof/mud/gold/shiny. I'm part of Kokichi's Coven. I don't exactly like talking to people and prefer to be by myself.

Likes – gold „ his partners „ eating „ adventures „ his town

Dislikes – jealousy „ failure „ lacking gold „ being insulted / tricked „ players

Faceclaims –

Names – The Knocker „ The Watcher „ Marshmallow „ Strawberry „ Echo „ Dizzy

Nicknames – Marsh „ Mallow „ Berry

Age – ageless

Pronouns – he / him „ it / it's „ woof / woof's „ paw / paw's „ eye / eye's „ watch / watch's „ shadow / shadow's „ dark / dark's „ void / void's „ cute / cute's „ sugar / sugar's „ bow / bow's „ ribbon / ribbon's „ lace / lace's

Gender – cisboy „ boything „ pupgender „ cutecoregender „ liminalgender „ analogender „ backroomic

Terms – boy „ thing „ pup

Orientation – androsexual „ hypersexual „ polyamorous

Personality – silly „ weird „ creepy „ airheaded at times „ joyous and full of whimsy

Role – hypersexuality holder ( if system is hypersexual )

Species – ??? ( Guy?? I don't fucking know )

Source – The Knocker horror mod

Emojis – 👁️ „ 🚪 „ 🏠 „ 🍟 „ 🍔 „ 🎀

Extra – 100% weirdcore-cutecore aesthetic . Loves colorful bracelets „ necklaces „ and hair clips and wears a bunch + ofc a lot of pink and lighter colors . #1 Sanrio & Backrooms fan „ don't forget it 🙄🙄 Also draws a lot of Backrooms-Sanrio crossover fanart!! Probably has a Sanriosona of his own!!!!

Example message – Haiiiii!!!! I'm The Knocker n I use he/it/woof/paw/eye/watch/shadow/dark/void/cute/sugar/bow/ribbon/lace!!!!!! am going to watch u :3

Likes – his partners „ Sanrio „ Minecraft horror „ other dogs „ eating

Dislikes – aggression „ not being let in „ heat „ not having money „ cats

Faceclaims –

[shadow-vanilla]

Welcome to the Theatre of Lies!

(Featuring Pure Vanilla Cookie, I guess...)

Hello, hello! I'm your host, Shadow Milk Cookie, and here in the Theatre, I'm going to be doing something juuust a little different than usual, answering asks personally sent by you folks! How wonderful!

Oh, oh, oh!!!!! But I'm not doing this alone, we have a special guest joining us as well! Isnt that just.. Exciting!..

Now, without further ado... Why dont we introduce our guest? Oh, Pure Vanilly-Willy! Come now, there's sweet, precious time that you're wasting!!...

Alright, alright, calm down Shadow Milk Cookie, I'm coming now..

Ahem... Hello everyone, yes, it is true, I am stuck here with him, and we will be answering pretty much anything you will ask us, I don't know exactly how long I will be here for, but I might as well make the best of it, now.. should i handle the basic information before the people start asking questions? Or would you like to handle that instead, Shadow Milk Cookie?

Ahh, thank you for such a splendid offer! You're lucky I haven't broken that pretty little staff of yours yet... I'll be glad to handle the information that these sweet, sweet souls need to know!

Info about our lovely mods!

Mod Harper/Shadow Milk ; Helllooo!! I am the one who runs this blog! Feel free to ask me questions as well, instead of these stupid idiots! (Hey!! >:[) I go by she/him pronouns, and I'm a Shadow Milk Cookie IRL, hence the fact that I'm taking his role!!

Mod Lemon / Pv!! Hihihi everyone!!!! I uh. also run this blog. kind of. ANYWAYS you should give me questions too smh i wanna answer stuff as well >< /silly, aanyways i go by any pronouns, and im the Pv of this blog since. well. im kind of him irl soo, yeah!!!

Rules that you must respect, lest our lovely mods block you!!

We kindly ask that NO pr0sh1p, d4rksh1p, or (PROBLEMATIC) c0msh1p interacts with us! Personally, I have bad experience with pr0sh1pp3rs, and they make me uncomfortable! We also kindly request that you do not force us to respond to any of your asks! If you do, we will block you without hesitation. We have busy schedules, and we won't always respond in time.

Adding onto this, another request we have is that you dont try and make things weird, we can both become easily uncomfortable from that, and roleplay wise, dont try and play like. the creator of the universe or something like that, its just. bleh imo, also. just have some decency and common sense? It seriously isnt that hard to not be that kind of person yknow?

And now, for the final act... Info about the star of the show, me!! (And Pure Vanilla, I guess..)

Most of these are personal headcanons, and some are just Lemon and I self projecting...

Shadow Milk is autistic, and he goes by he/it pronouns! He will also sometimes refer to himself as "we"! (Despite the fact that I, Harper, am a system, I am not making Shadow Milk a system as well! I just like to imagine it occasionally uses we/us!) Shadow Milk is also Libramasculine, Greysexual, and Panromantic!

My turn :3

I only have one right now (im not a headcanon making machine like SOMEONE. (Beating you up.. -Harper) smh.. /silly) and that is that Pure Vanilla Cookie is Genderfluid and goes by all pronouns !! Definitely gonna update this in the future if i ever think of more in though :D

[janeths]

You aren’t real

I was listening to Vermilion by Slipknot, I know some people have their own interpretation of the lyrics but for me it’s about how they want to love her but are too shy and thinks she isn’t real because they never received such kind of feeling.

I think you can kinda tell by that summary for this fanfic. Except that Bowser is overthinking instead of being shy.

Warning: Angst to wholesome. Heartbreaks to lovers, mentions of blood as well, Bowser hurting Y/N. Crying Junior, good ending though.

I think I made Bowser a bit ooc, so sorry about that . Also I didn’t think this mini story would be long💀😭

Gender neutral pronouns, but Junior calls you mama on some parts

“Hah! I finally caught you again Princess Peach!” Bowser shakes the cage, to wake them up. Y/N rubs her eyes and look at him, pulling their “hair” down for him not to look into their eyes. “I will crush that Mario if he comes! And once I crush him, oh ho! We’ll be together.” Together? Wow…Even though he’s trying to act tough and scary, I can’t help but want to stare at him… “Trust me, Mario isn’t gonna come this time.” They awkwardly laugh and Bowser turns around confused. Walking towards their cage, “What do you mean, “Mario isn’t going to come and get you? Hold on… You have a different smell…” He immediately opens the cage, gently grabs them by the waist and pulls their wig off. Oh my! He’s quite strong… kinda hot- no wait- “And who exactly are you?! Where is she?!” “Hey! No need to yell! I’m right in front of you! And to to be exact, I have no idea where she is!” He huffs and points into her face. “She was sick and tired of your crap! And asked me to replace her for a while.” “So I’m stuck with you?!” He huffs, smelling smoke from his mouth.

“My lord, why don’t you just kill them?” Says his loyal adviser, Kamek. “Oh what’s the use of killing them without the fun of scaring those plumbers. They even aren’t going to come and save them.”

Y/N sighs sadly, rocking the cage back and fourth. “I guess I didn’t really think this through, did I? Well I did want an adventure so…Though… The thought of seeing him again… makes me kinda- No! Wait! He’s the villain..” “You there! Who are you?!” A young child voice yells, Y/N turns around to see a little kid in the shadows, his figure looking like Bowsers, only smaller. “When I ask you something, you answer me back!” “I uh- I’m Y/N!-” “See that wasn’t so hard was it!” The unknown child walks from the shadows and presents himself. “I am Prince Bowser Junior the second! But Prince Junior sounds more fitting. Why are you here? Shouldn’t it be Peach? Hm! I don’t know what papa sees in that princess.” “Bowser… is your papa?!” Y/N seems shock at the thought that Bowser has a child. “I didn’t know he had a child!” Wait so maybe he isn’t as bad as we all thought?

“Does that scare you? Are you afraid of us?” Junior shakes the cage. “If I’m being honest, you don’t scare me…” His eyes widen, and stop shaking, looking around the cage then to Y/N. “But… papa says humans are scared of Koopas... They don’t like us for the way we are… You are strange one.” “You looks so young Junior… this isn’t a place for you. You need to leave if your father finds out you’re here-” “Junior!” The beast swarms the doors open, seeing his son talking to the prisoner. “What are you doing here?! You are not supposed to be here!” He storms out towards them. “And you!” He opens the cage and grabs Y/N them by the waist tightly, feeling his claws in their skin. “Ow! You’re hurting me-!” Y/N yells. “Papa! Leave them alone! They done nothing wrong!” Junior hits his father on the leg, leading them to look down. “Junior! What has gotten into you?” “Please papa leave them alone! Please!” Bowser hesitates, why in the world was his son pleading? Why does he want them to live? Bowser turns to look at Y/N, all scared and bleeding, feeling a bit of guilt. My… claw.. I.. Y/N sniffles. I’ve hurt someone- I… What’s wrong with me? What’s this feeling? Shame? Guilt? What? I don’t understand!

Bringing himself back to reality, gently placing down Y/N and leaves without saying a word. Y/N sits and falls to the ground. “Y/N! Are you okay? Y/N? I’ll bring some band-aids! J-Just stay here!” He quickly runs to the doors. Looking around the place made Y/N head dizzy. Feeling the heat of the lava, looking to their left, sees other cages dangling with no floor. “Geez… whats wrong with him?” They sat up and pulls their shirt up, revealing claw marks, pouting a bit. I don’t think Peach has to go through this… does she?

On the other side of the kingdom, Junior was running to his room, fell, stood up again, and ran to the bathroom. “I know I had band-aids here… ”

The other room, in the bathroom was Bowser, looking down on his hands, bits of blood in his claws. Feeling that he was about to hyperventilate, he washed his hands quickly, and stared at himself in the mirror. “What is wrong with you? What.. is this feeling? Why do I feel so much shame of what I did? Why do I feel bad? Why do I want to help them? They didn’t do anything- WHAT IS THIS?!”

Junior runs past his fathers room and decides to look for him, maybe not the best time, opens the door quietly, and hears him in the bathroom. “I’m setting a terrible role model to him… I don’t want him to end up like this…” The young koopa frowns and thinks to himself, Papa wants to be a good papa, he doesn’t want to hurt anyone… A few seconds past and he turns around running towards the hallway.

I’m not losing that much blood am I? It was just a scratch… what am I gonna do? Does he have so much hatred? Anger? He feels alone? I wonder…

“I’m back Y/N!” He tries his best to patch the wounds, but Y/N also helps him. “There all done!”he smiles and draws a smiley face. “You’re gonna be okay alright? I don’t know what’s gotten into papa, but-” They both hear the doors open and got startled, Junior stands in front of Y/N, trying his best to protect them from the harm of his fathers burns. “Junior? Y/N…” For the sake of his reputation, he keeps a poker face. “Y/N come.” “What? Where are you-” “Do you want to sleep in the cage?” “No-” “Then let’s go.” Junior helps them stand up, and leads them to their father. What’s he’s gonna do to me? If it were something bad, he wouldn��t let Junior come.. “I’ll help Y/N, Junior, you can go to your room, it’s bedtime for you.” “Aww man, I uh mean right away! Goodnight Y/N.” He huffs and runs to his room locking it, leaving Bowser and Y/N alone together. “Right this way..” he broke the silence, and proceeded to walk the hallway. They were halfway when Y/N fell to the floor, “grh!” “Let me-” Bowser raises their hand. “I can do it on my own.” They hesitate struggling to stand up. Such a strange and awkward scene. Bowser did want to apologize, but didn’t know how. His heart was racing, feeling hopeless while they were trying to stand up, looking at his claws. They both begin walking again till they stopped at the front of a door. Opening it up, leading to a bedroom. “I uh… hope you like it here for the time being. Once you get healed, you can leave.” They both enter the room, feeling strange by the atmosphere they created. But Y/N breaks it, “Thank you.. for the hospitality.” “I uh… dinner will be served in 10 minutes, rest for a bit.” Y/N lays on the bed, Bowser looks at them in pity, or rather himself, as he exited the room he mutters, “I’m sorry Y/N..” and closes the door.

Does he feel bad about what happened? What a strange man… I guess I should go and eat with him. Hmm… I mean he somewhat apologized. He gave me a room, running water, even invited me to eat with him.

“So you didn’t kill this Y/N, why’s that my lord?” “Something about them… the way they looked at me, telling me to stop hurting them- it opened something in me I didn’t even know I had.” “Well have you hurt the Princess before?”

“I don’t think I have. Have I?” “Sire if I may add something, it sounds like a part of your heart opened.” “My heart? My heart?! That’s ridiculous.” Bowser scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Lord Bowser, sit down next to me. At least try to hold your anger. It’s part of why you got into this mess. Let me explain…” Like a little child waiting for them to read their favorite book, Bowser looks at him. “Then tell me, what am I feeling?” “You feel bad. You feel terrible about what happened. You’re scared that you may hurt them. Since it wasn’t Peach, your obsession with her has been broken by this person staying here. Though it did open my eyes a bit.”

Three months has passed, it was early spring but you couldn’t really tell much due to the lava around the kingdom. Junior asked Y/N to accompany him while doing his homework, since his father was away for a bit, to which they accepted. So now both sitting in a kids table. “Look Y/N! I drew me and you! See! Here’s me, you, and papa.” He hands you the drawing, the picture he drew was him and Y/N holding hands, smiling, along with his father, though he wasn’t smiling but… red? “Oh? Whys yours papa red?” “Hmm, I don’t remember if it was because he’s blushing, or ate too much red beetles or for the exercise.” “Oh I see.” What a funny a little prince. “I’m keeping the drawing though.” Y/N squishes his cheeks. “Hey! I’m not a baby!” “Well you’ll always be a baby in my eyes.” This makes Juniors eye twinkle, at the thought of being someone else’s baby. Mama… no… there not mama… Papa doesn’t like them anyways. Y/N takes notice of a frown face and says, “Hey let’s stop doing homework for now. We should go outside in the fields to refresh your memory for a bit. How does that sound?” “Alright! I wanna go to that one stream that’s close.”

Junior immediately jumps into the water and splashes all around, then splashes onto his face. “Oh!” He look towards Y/N then to their right some plants he adores. “Oh! It’s my favorite berry! They look like blueberries.” He bites into them and melts. “You want to try it? They are so delicious!” “Uh sure why not. Can’t be that bad.” Junior hands them a wannabe blueberry, doesn’t think much of it and eats it. “Every-time papa would go to fight Mario, he would always bring me these.” “That’s quite wholesome of him.” Oh boy, Y/N should have learned about these berries back in science class, because now they started coughing, feeling their tongue hot. Standing up they collapse on a tree. “Y/N! What’s wrong?!” Junior immediately runs to them, they start feeling their vision blurry, running around and falls to the floor, Junior trying to catch them. “Y/N!” He touches their forehead, it was burning hot. “Junior take me to Kamek… I think…” They feel their heart race in anxious. “Junior…! Help me get there…” Him in shock not knowing what to do, grabs their hand and starts pulling them towards the kingdom. “Come on Y/N!” They were halfway to the kingdom when Y/N fell again, “Junior.. I can’t..” They twist and turn on the dirt, feeling their fever get extremely high, their stomach in sharp pain. “I’ll call papa! Please don’t die! Papa! Papa!”

Y/N feels a stomp and made them jump into the air, while someone catches them. Y\N feels lightheaded and somewhat hallucinating. Feeling that they got picked up and saw a blurred vision of the man rescuing them. “Are you my Prince Charming?” They giggle. Bowser being confused, then remembering about the symptoms it creates of the poison berries. “Not quite my dear. King fits better.” He holds them gently, and jumping into the sky.

“Ow… My body hurts so much!” Kamek gestures his wand around their body detecting for any harm in them. “Just a fatal poison berry, nothing much. I’ll have it removed by hand.” “Hand?! Oh look, it’s Mario.” Just with that they plank to the bed, getting unconscious. “Kamek! Now!” He swifts his wand leading the dead berry out of their mouth. “Are they..?” “Fine. There good now. Now if you excuse me my sire, I’m going to write this…” He position his glasses to see better. “This BellaDonna… in the book ‘poisonous things to humans.’” He walks away, leaving them two alone. “That was very dumb of you to eat that.” Bowser says looking at them, while they wok up and stated coughing loudly. “Me? I just wanted to try it! Junior said they were delicious, so I wanted to try it.” He facepalms, “This is partly my fault. I wasn’t there to tell you.” Y/N looked confused. “‘To tell you?’ What? What do you mean? I mean it’s not entirely your fault, you didn’t know we were there. I should be the one to blame-”

“No. I should have been protecting you. But I wasn’t and you got hurt.” Bowser..? Showing some emotion? And sentimental ones too..? “Look Bowser...” They hold their hand for reassurance, Bowser eyes widen, and raises an eyebrow. “Huh?” “Bowser look. I’m completely fine. See, I’m here. I’m awake talking to you and I feel great thanks to you,Kamek and Junior.” But Bowser wasn’t paying attention to what they were saying, all he saw was they were talking with a beam of smile, looking down at his hand.

What is this? Why are they holding my hand? Are they reassure me, or do they feel some type of way? What… I feel warm. My chest feels warm. My face feels red, I feel… happy? No- it can’t- I can’t. He quickly removes his hand from them, Y/N face changes from having a warm smile to soft frown. “Yeah that’s good then. Well then… since you’re good, we both can go into our duties then. “Right…” “If you need anything, just holler or come by my office.” Bowser leaves the room, and sighs deeply. “What was that about…” He look at his hand. Why would they want to hold my own hideous hand?

I held his hand… I held his hand? I HELD HIS HAND?! I’m literally going to squeal. Should I now ask him? But… he did swipe his hands off of me… but that doesn’t mean anything right? Or maybe I scared him…

Throughout the months, Y/N has been trying to get close and closer to him, but he always rejects them, not because he doesn’t want to be with them but he’s scared to love them, not knowing what’s about come. But he does come around and get flustered everytime he sees them. Even Kamek teasing him telling him that Y/N behind them, scaring him. For Kamek and Y/M seem fun to tease him, Bowser keeps getting so confused about his feelings. He keeps asking himself, why do I feel a certain way every time I see them? Why does my heart bounce and my face get red? Is this love? But why haven’t they left the kingdom? Why are they still here? Is this a trick?

“Hey Bowser, I want to ask you something-“ Y/N runs and smiles at him “The king is busy. Go ask Kamek.” He immediately runs away from them, leaving a mark in their heart, again. They feel their eyes watery, feeling dull and numb. Why don’t you understand that I have feelings for you? If I’m making you uncomfortable just tell me so I can leave… You won’t have to deal with me. “Y/N are you alright?” Kamek wakes them up from their mind slumber. “Oh uh-?! I’ve never been better.” They force a smile. “Dear, you think I’m that stupid? I wasn’t born yesterday. Bowsers trying, he really is. But he wants to do it by himself.” Y/N thought for a second, he’s trying? “It’s obvious though. If I didn’t have any feelings for him, I would have left the kingdom ages ago, but no I didn’t. I chose to live here with all of you. But no matter what I do or say, he always ignores me or runs away. It’s been months Kamek. And… he knows.” “Well one things for sure, he adores when you play with Junior, he says ‘it brings me some type of peace.’ ” Kamek smiles and thumbs them up.

Their voice… their laughter, their smile, their name… brings me so much emotions I can’t quite figure out. Why Y/N? Why did it had to be them? Why can’t I stop thinking about them? What’s is that feeling? Every time I think about them, I want to hold them, I want to make beautiful memories with them. I want them to be a mother figure to my baby. I want to dance with them. Why is it that every time I call their name, I feel like my demons go silent, and make the angels come near us. Is this love? Have I fallen for someone, that I think their not real? They can’t be real. Y/N isn’t real.

Y/N walks towards his room, and stands ther, hesitating and thinking. Should I do this? I don’t know if I can anymore… maybe he doesn’t really have feelings for me, he’s just toying with me… but he really does seem to care. He’s been wanting to get close to me.. if this doesn’t work… maybe I’ll leave… Y/N knocks on the door, “Um Bowser, it’s me Y/N… I came here to talk about something…” “Go away, I’m not here.” They scoff. “Bowser please let me in. I need to talk to you.” They push the door in, and sees his room torn apart. “Bowser?! What’s wrong-”

“Get away from me.” He points at them in full anger, leading Y/N in shock and terrifying worried. “Bowser?! What’s gotten into you?” “You can’t be real. You’re not real. You’re just a cheap distraction. A robot. A mere magical spell. You were created to distract me from destroying the world. The princess forced you to stay here, to toy with my feelings!” “That’s not true! What you are saying is all wrong! I’m real! I have feelings for you! I wasn’t forced to come here! I wanted to come here and meet you!”

“Don’t lie to me-”

“I’m not lying Bowser! Why would I lie? If I was forced to come here, why haven’t I left? Why haven’t I tried to “escape?” Oh boy now he done it, Y/N felt tears coming out of their eyes, felt their heart go down into their stomach from the lie. Y/N was heartbroken. Now crying from the miserable lies, Bowser felt bad. “If I made you that uncomfortable, why didn’t you send me away, huh? If you want me to leave that badly I’ll just leave and never come back!” Y/N storms away from his bedroom, crying. So that’s it then?

“Mama whats-?” Y/N rushes quickly to the hallway, ignoring the question Junior made. He called me mama…

“Y/N what’s wrong? Mama?” He continues to call them, but completely ignoring them.

“Mama? Come back mama!”

Y/N heads towards the gates open, and walks away, heading the cries of the little Koopa.

“Mama!”

“Prince Junior, what is wrong?” Kamek appears and sees Junior laying down next to the wall, curled up into a ball, sobbing and weeping. “Grandpa Kamek…” He quickly hugs him, still weeping. “Mamas, gone. Y/Ns gone! I called to them and they ignored me, and ran out of the kingdom!” “Hey now, now, we’ll find them. I think your papa and them got into a small fight, no worries I’ll go see. You stay in your room, I’ll sort things out.” He cleans his snot and and wipes his tears away. “No I’m going with you!” “Junior…” “I don’t care what papa says, I’m going with you to find Y/N.” Kamek nods, they both went ahead to the King Koopas room. “Damnit damnit damnit… why did I do that?” “Sire!” Kamek opens the door and yells at him. “Language! Not in front of the boy!” Bowser turns around to see an angry father and a crying child. “Junior I…” Bowser begins to say but gets interrupted by the cries of the Prince. “Why you yell at mama?!” Junior squeezes Kameks hand in anger. “Ma..ma? You see Y/N as a mother figure..?” “Yes, my lord. What did you even say to that poor human?!”

“I’m going home!” Y/N says to themselves and walks on some path going onto the forest. “I think this is the way… Wait, is it? Or is it that path? Oh no… I can’t believe I lost my way.” They sit down next to a tree, hearing the birds sing, bringing some nostalgic memories. Y/N sighs sadly and closes their eyes. This reminds when Bowser and I would walk here, talking nonstop… then suddenly there would be silence between us, all we could hear is the birds, frogs insects sound. Such peace… oh well. Y/N keeps thinking of their memories, not knowing that they been getting tired up to a Piranha plant. They get pulled up, Y/N yelps, it wasn’t your typical Piranha Plant , it was a Naval Piranha! “Hey stop it!” Within seconds they cover them in spiny vines, all all around their legs and arms, gripping them, leading Y/N to bleed. They twist and turn but nothing works, only making them more bleed. They slowly pull Y/N towards their mouth. “Ah! Let me go you stupid plant!” They try kicking it but only makes the Piranha in anger, pulls them up to the air. About to get eaten, Y/N hears a roar, the Piranha plant looks up, and gets caught by a spitting fire. From the burns, they screeched, lost their balance and let’s go of Y/N, dropping them to the ground till he jumps up and caught them tightly onto a bridal style carrier. “Hey hey, I got you. You’re safe…” Y/N feels his big hands and arm, his entire body actually, knowing who it is. “Bowser?! Wh-what are you doing here?!” Y/N looks at him, tears in their eyes. He ignores their question, looking around their body for any marks, “Are you okay? Let me look at you…” Y/N hugs hugs him tightly not wanting to let go “B-Bowser…” “I got you…Y/N this is all my fault. I never should have yelled at you. I’m sorry I said those harsh words to you. I didn’t… mean it.” He said struggling to find the right words for them, not wanting to hurt them again. “Kamek and Junior would always tell me, but I didn’t listen… I was so worked up, overthinking I didn’t even think about you…I…” Bowser didn’t know if it was because they got scared of the plant or they scared them but Y/N completely fainted in their arms. “Oh Y/N…” He touches their cheek, rubbing it.

Returning to the kingdom, he thinks to himself, Why are comforting words so difficult to say?

The king places them in their room, bandaging up their scars, and waiting patiently till they woke up. “Bowser…” “Y/N are you okay? How do you feel?” “Why did you rescue me? Didn’t you want me to leave…? Didn’t-” He shushes them putting his index finger on their lips. “I was wrong. I was wrong about everything. I’m sorry. I really am. I want to set things right..” He holds their hands close to his chest, making them jump in happiness.

“Y/N please stay with me in our kingdom. You always made me feel like… warm, comfort, in peace. I never felt such things before. Everytime I hear your name, every time I would see you, my angels would run around, and your name would always silence my own demons. Every time I see you, I feel like I get blind for looking at a god(ess). If you left us, it would have been so much torture. I would do anything for you… You made me feel a certain way. I’m so ashamed that I kept rejecting you so much, even though we both knew we had a deep connection. I want us to have a healthy relationship.”

“Oh Bowser…”

Y/N face went red, blushing and feeling flustered, this man, the King, THE King of Koopa, the only man whose the biggest, also has a huge heart? Feeling flustered and embarrassed, revealing his feeling to them? He’s actually confessing his feelings?!

“So please…” He puts grabs their chin lifting it up, showing his crimson eyes staring at them, his pupils dilate in so much love. “Y/N….” He smile slyly. “Will you be my lover? And spend the years with me?” Y/N eyes beam and dilate. “Yes!” Their face get red hot and hugs him tightly.“I want to spend my life with you. Forever…” He bites his lip, smiling derpy, feeling a squeal wanting to come out. “Heck yeah baby! Now I can show you off around then! ” Kissing their cheek. “So you gonna turn your life around and not try to destroy the world?” “I’ll destroy this world if someone ever did harm to you, my love.”

Love?! Baby?! These words coming from his mouth?! I’m screaming

They were both leaning to each other, about to kiss till they got interrupted by the door slamming. “Y/N! You’re alive!!” Junior squeals and jumps into the bed, hugging them. “I say, sire, you do have a way with words.” Kamek grins and gives him a thumbs up. “Junior! Oh wait be careful! I’m still a bit hurt. Come here you! Papa want to tell you a secret.” “Secret?! Papa what is it?” Bowser grabs him, and let’s the secret be revealed. Juniors eyes widen, grinning, feeling so much happiness, feeling his eyes dilate to stars. “I have a mama! Papa! Mama! Both! This is amazing! Oh my stars!.” He kisses both on their cheek and snout. “I’ll be right back!” He runs off, outside the room. “I’ll chase after him. I’ll leave you two alone then.” My son, Kamek thought to himself, he finally has someone to love. Ah yes, so happy for them. He hears a loud explosion from Juniors room. “Young prince! What are you doing?! You better not be committing arson!”

“So where were we again?” Bowser smirks, holding their hand. “Hmm I have no idea-” Y/N grabs his shoulders, his eyes in shock and flustered. “come here my big man!” Y/N immediately without thought pulls him into a kiss. Bowser was so happy, he felt like this was a fairytale dream. He didn’t want to wake up, but boy he know it was real. He kisses them back passionately. Knowing they’ll always love each other.

BONUS: (cause I’m like that lololol)

“It’s been strangely quiet.” Peach sips her tea. “Too quiet actually. What’s Bowser planning?” Mario’s sips his tea as well. “Should we go and check?”

Bowser and Y/N have been sitting out the kingdom, giving each either kisses, like teenagers in high school.

“No stop!”

“No you stop!”

“Bowser!”

“Y/N!”

“What are you two doing?” Says a feminine voice, behind them, leading Bowser and Y/N in fear. “And who asked-” Y/N turns around to see Mario and Peach. “Oh! Princess!” Y/N slaps Bowser, eying that it’s the princess. “It’s very nice to meet you!” “Oh princess peach, Mario. I’m happy you sent Y/N. If I never met them I wouldn’t know what to do.” “Send who out?” Peach questions. AH CRAP! SECRETS OUT.

“This lovely person here.” “No… it was nice of you to pretend to be me- uh Y/N but… I have no idea who they are.” “Y/N?!” Oh boy…looks like this cat is out of the bag. Y/N will admit it, they didn’t know the princess, but really wanted to meet the King of Koopas so they decided to dress up as Peach. “Uh… I may have lied about one part..”

Yippie! I have never ever made entire small “short” story and completing it. I am quite surprised :3 so yeah 😎 me like it very epic 🧍‍♀️

[piffany666]

Ok just one more punk progeny won't hurt~

Chapter 7 (part 2): Stirring the Pot.

(Ftm trans Bright eyes - Uses he/him pronouns)

Porter had sat himself between Bright eyes and Fred, which didn't leave Bright a lot of room since he was now between Porter and the end of the couch.

As William was thanking everyone for coming here, Bright and Porter took terns steeling glances.

But once William indicated that the "meeting" had officially begun, they composed themselves.

"Now first order of business, as some of you may know, about a week ago I made the suggestion that Bright eyes be transferred from Sam to me as a mentor-"

The reactions to this information varied.

Alexis sighed and thew her head back in disappointment but not suprise.

Fred was flabbergasted and tried to look past Porter to look Bright in the eyes.

But Porter was in the way, and even if he wasn't, Brights gase was focused on William.

Porter had already been informed by William that he was taking on a new progeny, however he wasn't exactly anticipating it being the same guy he'd picked up at a bar the other night.

"You said you where done"

Alexis interrupted.

William ignored her and carried on.

"Bright had told me upon hearing this that he'd like to think more on it before making a definitive decision"

Again, mixed reactions.

Both alexis and Porter looked confused as to why he wouldn't jump at the opportunity, except alexis looked more Insulted than confused.

Vincent had obviously already known this, so he was waiting in anticipation for Bright's answer.

"I reserved Sam's consent on the matter, and now I have Bright's answer"

Fred shot Sam a look of pleading confusion.

Sam avoided his gase.

"So....

Bright's coronation will commence during the solstice"

Vincent punched the air.

He was hoping that Bright would say yes ever since they hung out.

Sam shot him a look to say 'calm down' so Vincent coughed and restrained himself from jumping up and down yelling "IM GONNA HAVE A BABY BROTHER!"

Meanwhile alexis had her head in her hands.

"Speaking of the solstice, for those who arnt aware, I won't be attending this year"

"What!?"

Bright exclaimed.

The whole room fell silent, he hadn't realised that this was a don't speak unless spoken to tipe meeting.

William looked at him, as everyone else did.

"I'm sorry Bright eyes, I know how momentous of an occasion this will be for you and I'm truly sorry I won't be there to see it, but there's nothing that can be done"

Bright sunk into the couch in disappointment.

If he wasn't going to be there what was even the point?

"If your not gonna be there then who's gonna....you know?"

"Vincent"

William turned towards him.

"I know I've put a lot of responsibility on you and your partner already, but I trust you to be the one to do this, the crown will be delivered the day after next, cutting it short I know, but I digress"

Vincent had been very stressed planning the solstice, but he knew that this was something he wanted to do.

"You can count on me"

Vincent said while looking at Bright eyes despite him technically answering William.

"Thank you"

William continued

"There is one more thing, and it is imperative that you all pay attention.

You all know how gossip spreads and how stories can get.....misconstrued. and as far as the other clans are concerned the newborns don't exist. So here's what we're going to say if asked. After the wonder world tragedy I asked Sam If I could take on Bright as a progeny because I felt it unfair to dump all this responsibility onto him, so to take off some of the weight, I took in Bright and only now he has decided to come out of the shadows and make it official"

Everyone understood, mabye some better than others.

But essentially they were being asked to lie on William, Sam and Bright's behalf.

"Am I allowed to ask why?"

Bright asked sternly.

"The last time I took in someone else's progeny it was because their maker was abusive, Bright, I know you have your.....reservations about Sam, but if we tell them the truth they'll assume the worst and Samuel dosnt deserve that"

Bright scowled.

Why should he have to lie to protect Sam? Whatever, thought Bright.

He'd do what William asked of him, but the question is, would everyone else?

"I......appreciate this.....but....you don't need to lie for me-"

Sam tried to protest but William interrupted

"It's not up for discussion, I know the clans, they will blow this out of proportion and you don't deserve some ludicrous rumour hanging over you"

Vincent was reminded of the recent information that there was a rumour going around that he had....done something in order to get William to turn him, he personally didn't care and thought that it was no one's business and anyone who had the gawl to make up somthing like that should be ignored.

But Sam didn't want anyone to believe THAT bullshit rumour so why would he want anyone to think that about him?

"I hate this...."

Said Bright.

"I know you do, but it's what must be done and anyone that is intent on telling them the truth or feeding into this potential rumour won't be allowed to attend. That's final"

On that note, William ended the meeting.

The fellow clan members were free to convers with each other.

Bright was about to join in and possibly answer some questions but before he could, William stopped him.

"Bright eyes, there's somone I've wanted to introduce you to for some time now"

William gestured for Porter to stand and "properly greet" Bright eyes.

"Bright eyes this is Porter, an old friend of mine, Porter this is Bright eyes, as you know he'll be my new progeny as of the summit"

The two locked eyes, trying to contain their mixed emotions regarding seeing eachother again.

Until Porter gave him a.....look

Took his hand and slowly shook it.

"Charmed~"

Bright returned that....look and for a moment the two just stared at each other, with William watching over them.

Fred was still sitting down and to get up would mean bumping into both Porter and Bright eyes and he really didn't want to do that.

The current position he was in allowed him to watch their interaction quite closely and he wasn't sure how he felt about what he was being subject to witness.

William began again, interrupting the energy that the two had created.

"Porter, I know you haven't been here in a while but while Bright eyes has been staying here for some time now, I've been told that he hasn't done a whole lot of exploring, so I was wondering if you could show him around a bit? You know these walls better than most and it would be.....beneficial for him to get to know other vampires"

Vincent overheard this and called over from the other side of the room, once again to no one in particular.

"I'm sorry? Why on earth would you WANT anyone to get to know PORTER?"

This was obviously ment to be a playful jab at Porter, however Bright heard it as crule and insulting.

So he just scowled at Vincent and awaited an answer from Porter.

He turned back from Vincent to look at Bright eyes and said, just loud enough for Vincent to hear.

"I would be honoured"

And took Bright's hand in his again.

"Wonderful! I've wanted you two to meet for a while now, you have so much in common-"

"That is the meanest thing you have ever said!"

Vincent interrupted again.

"Oh hush!"

Growled Sam, smacking him lightly on the back of the head.

William continued.

"Oh! And before you go, Porter I assume that today you would want to retreat to your old room, but I regret to inform you that what was your room is now Bright's room, so you'll have to use one of the guest rooms. Or you two could just share!"

Both Bright and Porter felt like they were going to choke at that comment.

They needed to leave and assess the situation. Alone.

So they swallowed the smug feeling creeping up on them and left.

Hand in hand.

Fred, finally being able to get up from the couch, looked on at them. Even after they had left the room his eyes were fixated on the closed door.

What just happened?

As soon as the two were out of ear shot of the others, Bright dropped the coy exterior.

"OK so how'd you wanna do this?"

"Humm?"

"You wanna keep pretending like we don't know eachother? You wanna tell any of them that we've met before but leave out the more....graphic details?"

Porter chuckled a bit.

"Me and William may be close but we arnt that close, that is to say, I would never share the details of a particularly wonderful night with him. As for the others well"

He took a moment to ponder this.

"Well since you'll be a solaire member soon enough I suppose information such as that could really ruin a....specific members day"

Bright assumed he was talking about Vincent given his behaviour in the common room.

"You two seem to really hate eachother, what gives?"

Porter hesitated.

"If he hasn't told you then I suppose it's better we leave it as a story for another day besides I'd rather not burden you with such things, treasure~"

Bright rolled his eyes slightly.

"But I digress, last time we....spoke (not that there was a lot of talking involved) you didn't mention once that you where a solaire"

Bright moved closer to him.

"Neither did you"

Porter gave a one-note soft-laugh.

"Touché"

Bright thought for a moment, braking their gase.

"Well I mean...TECHNICALLY I wasn't, I still arnt"

Porter sighed

"You know what I mean, so, as of now, who are you?"

Bright's soldiers tensed

"I'm....a Collins"

Referring to himself as such made him shudder.

Porter was shocked but smiled as he scoffed and tilted his head in thought.

"Samuel Collins? HE'S your?-"

"Oh god no! I'm his...grand progeny...? I-i was...turned by the guy you where sitting next to in the meeting, HE'S Sam's. But yeah I guess Sam is...WAS my mentor"

Porter almost couldn't believe it. Samuel Collins, the same Samuel Collins he knew 5 years ago, took on two progenys within the time he'd been gone, he really had missed so much.

"Well...fancy that"

Bright felt like they were getting off topic.

"Soooo, we're gonna keep....this a secret ooooor what?"

Porter was brought back to the present with this question.

The "look" he'd given Bright in the meeting returned to his face.

"Well that depends"

He stepped closer to him, lowering his voice

"Where would you like...this to go?"

The Manor was huge, almost every hallway looked the same so it was easy to get lost in.

But alexis didn't see what the big deal was, Porter and Bright where both annoying little sh*ts, it makes sense that they'd entertain themselves for so long.

And yet everyone was getting all worked up about how long they were taking.

To ease their concerns alexis was sent to retrieve them so that William could have another one of his "private meetings" with Porter.

It took quite a bit of trekking through the hallways to finally hear a muffled sound behind one of the doors, she assumed it was Porter and Bright, who eles could it have been?

So she opened the door.

Porter dug his fingers into Bright's hips as his back continuously hit the wall.

Bright's hands lay either side of Porter's neck, his fingers becoming well acquainted with his jugular, their tongues colluding over eachother in a perpetuated motion.

They both kept their eyes closed, drinking in every moment of this.

But as Porter took a moment to catch his breath and migrate his mouth from lips to neck, somthing caught in the corner of his eye.

And then he locked eyes with....her.

Then she vanished into the hallway.

Bright hadn't seen her so he didn't know the cause of Porter's sudden panic.

Porter however didn't have time to explain.

He pulled himself out from in-between the wall and Bright eyes and for a moment continously hesitated between going after her and staying with him.

Eventually he made the decision.

"Damn it. I'll be right back"

And then he pulled Bright closer to him, allowing himself to softly but quickly collide his lips with Bright's cheek then wisked away into the hallway after her.

Bright was left dazed, confused and more than a little aroused.

He moved his hand up to his cheek where Porter had left his invisible mark on him.

What just happened?

Alexis was faster than Porter but he was skilled.

He swerved and tackled her to the ground before she could reach the door to where everyone was still congregated.

Once he had her in a hold, he rolled them both away into another hallway, as to make sure the others don't overhear any of this interaction.

"OOW GET OFF OF ME YOU BRITISH F*K TART"

"Fine, just don't tell anyone in that room what you just saw"

"Oh like hell I won't!"

Porter pushed her head to the ground.

"Vincent's gonna kill you for trying to bed his new 'little brother' on the first day of meeting him!"

Porter smirked.

"Actually we had already met, at a bar, on the night of my arrival"

Alexis's grin widened.

"Oh hohoho~ you-"

Again her head hit the ground

"Is there anything I can do to convince you to stay quiet about this?"

"No"

"Thought not. Then I propose a....compromise. and I think you'll find that this way of doing things will make things more....hard for Vincent to swallow"

Alexis stopped struggling for a moment.

Then her smile returned to her face.

"I'm listening"

Taggs:

@darlin-collins @anexistingexistence @you-think-i-care-mate @that-gothickitty

[yuri-is-online]

Cat Got Your Tongue? (MMO AU: Leona Kingscholar x Reader)

Master Post for AU: (x) please read for overview and links to other parts.

a/n: Sure Leona says he doesn't like video games but this is my blog and I choose the au. I ended up having to re-write this because the original premise wasn't working but this fits Leona's vibe a bit better. Side note, but I am thinking I'll probably write a sort of part 2 for each of these once I am finished with each of the main "routes" since there was some stuff I wanted to include in this fic but cut because it didn't flow.

notes: They/Them pronouns used for Yuu, loosely inspired by Love is Hard for Otaku and crappy otome games, Leona is a junior and Yuu is a freshman in American college years, some mild Ruggie slander? (he's hustlin and bustlin) Not a lot of gaming in this one sorry.

Sometimes Leona really hates having a functioning brain.  Maybe if he had been born comatose his family would have taken time to understand him.  Hell maybe he would have understood them.  And maybe, maybe if he’d been a bit more stupid, a bit more happy, a bit more inspiring and a bit less morose, someone would have looked his way.

Someone.  His bright green eyes settle on a desk strategically chosen in the furthest shadows of the classroom where someone sits.  They’re tired, fighting against the eight am death sentence of a class to stay awake and take notes.  Nose always at the grindstone with so little in the way of reward, just like always.  Sometimes he wonders if they’ve ever noticed his gaze, it’s been on them for a long time creating a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach he’d gladly brush off as disgust to Ruggie when pushed.  Not that Ruggie ever pushed hard over something he wasn’t getting paid for and he had enough sense not to laugh at Leona to his face.  They both knew it was worry.  It was written all over his face and twitching through his tail, they look up to meet his heavy gaze and twitch.  A smile works its way to his face involuntarily as he closes his eyes.  

He is getting tired of waiting.

~~~

[FC] <Tempura Kun> I STG IM GONNA KERMIT A FELONY

[FC] <Granny Smith> fr?

[FC] <Granny Smith> where we pullin up?

[FC] <Tempura Kun> whatever hole my Algebra TA crawled out of this morning

[FC] <Granny Smith> we pullin out (´×ω×`)

[FC] <Tempura Kun> （πーπ）

[FC] <Tempura Kun> real brave

[FC] <Tempura Kun> ur such a big man 

[FC] <Granny Smith> HEY

[FC] <Granny Smith> I thirst for the glory of combat not suicide 

[FC] <Gloomy Samurai> whisper or get in a linkshell if you’re just going to bitch and braid each other’s hair

You smother your screams with a pillow as your discord lights up with a call from Epel, which you answer quickly enough it barely gets a chance to ring.

“Just not yer day, huh?”  Epel sighs sympathetically, but you know he’s making that stupid smug face of his.  “Whatcha do this time?”  

“I accidentally gave Dr. Crewel some paperwork dad had me working on and when I tried to explain that to Leona, he laughed at me before I got it all out.”  Epel whistles.

“Did you get the papers back?”

“Yeah.”  You glare at your monitor as you settle into your desk chair.  “Would have been nice to keep my dignity though.”  Epel has enough sense to not to tease you more, just inviting you to a party and shooting a message to the guild to see if anyone is up for running a few dungeons while you stew in your frustrations, squishing your pillow and try to avoid reflecting on your day.  Realistically speaking it wasn’t that bad.  You’ve been pretty lucky in life compared to some people, as your adoptive father is so keen to remind you, he is very generous.  He’s paying for you to go to a good school (that he works for so he’s actually just paying for books), he let you keep Grim when pretty much every other foster family you were placed with tried to get rid of him, and you have a pretty solid group of friends left over from highschool.  But still, you like to think you have a right to complain about things, what sort of father makes his kid go through zoning laws under the guise  of “father child bonding time”?  And what sort of teacher’s assistant says that’s not his problem and snarks about taking off points of your actual homework?

Leona Kingscholar apparently, it’s his idea of a joke.  By the day after tomorrow he’ll be back to his lazy self, slapping a half assed grade on your homework with a bunch of snarky commentary that’s surprisingly helpful when you go to amend your notes.  Assuming he doesn’t hijack your table in the library to take a nap first.  He’s a pain in your ass, and the worst part is you really don’t know why.  Leona’s a junior, you think anyway, and outside of his job as a teacher’s assistant you don’t have any shared classes.  Epel plays on the Spelldrive team, talks him up pretty much every chance he gets, so you guess he’s pretty good at that if nothing else.  Maybe he’s mad at you on Epel’s behalf?  He invites you to their games sometimes, but you never go because you’re too afraid of the crowds.  The thought makes you huff in frustration as Rex and Snake join your party and begin bickering about what to que for; that’s between you and Epel, what’s his captain got to say about any of that?  What does he want to do, show off?

[FC] <Snake Whisper> Tempura you still good to heal?  Gran said you were stressed.

[FC] <Tempura Kun> I’ll stress more if I make you heal lol

[FC] <Tempura Kun> Thanks for asking <3

[FC] <Snake Whisper> σ(^○^)

[FC] <Snake Whisper> You’re good

You stretch and do your best to pop your neck.

Vivat Rex >> You shouldn’t stress about making him heal if you’re tired.  It’s ok to take a break.

Tempura Kun >> lol I like heals I’ll be good promise

Tempura Kun >> ty for worrying tho &lt;3 <3

Vivat Rex >> <3 ofc can’t have our only competent heals falling over dead

Tempura Kun >> HA i’m telling Nautilus u said that

Vivat Rex >> (^_~)  punk ass bitch deserves it

The instance cuts off your reply and you settle into your chair determined to enjoy the hour and a half you set aside for yourself today before you have to go back to being an overworked unpaid student.  Before you have to go back to trying to convince your friend Ruggie that you have a friend named Rex who is real and not a figment of your imagination that lives in your computer caused by dehydra- wait.  Your eye twitches settling on the date and time mocking you from the lower right of your second monitor.

“Epel.”

“Hm?”

“I need you to go wall to wall or I’m gonna be late for work.”

~~~

“Finally.”  Ruggie gives an exaggerated stretch as he yawns.  You sigh to yourself in relief that he isn’t too upset that you’re a few minutes late, you know Ruggie’s a busy guy from the few closing shifts you’ve worked together.  He’s one of the few people you feel actually respects your situation, if the side hustles he kicks your way are anything to go by anyway.  You’d hate for him to think you’re ungrateful for his help.   “I’m practically dead on my feet here, took you long enou-”  You pause in tying your apron, unsure of why he’s staring into you so disapprovingly you almost swear he’s been replaced by Leona.  Almost.  His signature laugh is too unique.

“Stuff it.”  You scowl and his laughter gets louder and it’s a wonder his tail doesn’t knock any of the cigarettes off the back counter shelves.

“Oh you look disgusting.”  He fishes his phone out of his back pocket as he clocks out, checking it just out of your view as you try to salvage your pride and settle into your seat.

“You don’t look so hot yourself either.”

“Yeah at least I don’t look like a truck hit me and backed up to make sure it finished the job.”  He looks somewhat serious for a brief second.  “When was the last time you actually ate food?”

“Before I came here?”

“Instant noodles don't count.”  Your silence is speaking volumes you don’t have the strength to combat and Ruggie sighs.

“I know I’m one to talk, but you should really get some rest.”  His lips quirk into a grin for half a second, quick enough to have missed if you had blinked as if he remembered something amusing.  “Unless you’re angling for someone to force you.”

“Like a health professional?  You know the old crow will just look for a second opinion.”  Ruggie lightly flicks your shoulder while he continues to focus on his phone on the way out the door.

“You mean thirty-second.”  He doesn’t even look up to say goodbye.  “Well I’m out!  Try not to scare off the customers.”  If you had to regularly interact with customers you would not have taken this shift.  Epel had given you a hard time about that, something about personal safety being more important than sanity.

[FC] <Granny Smith> not what I said

[FC] <Granny Smith> u should at least have someone visit when ur alone on shift

And you did sometimes.  Ace likes to drop by after practice, and Epel hadn’t said that with the intention of not showing up himself.  Jack and Deuce probably would have visited even if you were on a daylight shift, not that Jack would ever admit to checking up on you outloud.  But it was still very much only a sometimes thing, not that they didn’t care or worry they just had lives.  Most of your time at the convenience store was spent alone scrolling through magicam on your phone, only looking up to ring up a hoard of energy drinks for whoever was just as tired as you were.  Though maybe not today, Rex had tried to convince you to just call out.  He always does, complaining about how he’d have to run things with Nautilus now, but he might have had a point today.  The chair you and Ruggie snuck behind the counter is not remotely comfortable but you swear it feels like a cloud.  You tried to focus on your magicam feed, but you couldn’t even bring yourself to care about the fan art Gloomurai posted of the First Fantasia Knight Commander.  If anything it just made you sleepier, like he was personally inviting you to take a nap on his lap or something.  Your eyes shut and your phone drops out of your hand.  When you finally wake up you swear it has only been a minute at most but the smug look of your customer suggests otherwise.

“Morning sunshine.”  Leona looks painfully out of place in this shitty college convenience store.  The dingey, twitching light barely bounces off his hair and you swear his clothes have to cost more than all the electronic equipment in the place combined, maybe even more than your computer back home.  An odd thought to have, he’s literally just wearing the same kind of athleisure wear you had been wearing almost twenty minutes ago while gaming, but you recognize the branding on that shirt from a rant Ruggie went on a month ago.  Something about wondering why anyone would pay that much money to leave the house looking stupid in cheetah print.  “Are you even listening to me?”  Leona drawls, lazy and the slightest bit disappointed, he has been talking to you since you woke up you belatedly realize and completely fail to hide the fact.  Leona sighs, tail thrashing in annoyance as he moves to join you behind the counter.  “Whatever, just move over.”  You almost fall off your chair.

“What?  No no no this is an employee only zone you cannot take a nap back here.”  You have no idea how Leona is expecting to fall asleep, even if you’ve tripped over him on the campus lawn before you’re sure the green has to be more comfortable than this questionably sourced tile.  And yet he seems happy enough, bracing his back against the concrete wall as you turn your confusion back to the counter and notice a thermos that you don’t recognize next to you.

“That’s yours.”  Your head whips back around but the fucker’s eyes are closed and he looks so incredibly unbothered your loud retort dies in your throat.  He doesn’t bother to meet your piercing gaze no matter how long you stare at him, you get more of a response from the thermos when you accidentally elbow it trying to get more comfortable at the counter.  It’s a nice thermos, one of those expensive insulated things that cost a ridiculous amount of money, in a bright yellow that nicely compliments the royal looking lion sticker stuck to it.  There are a few other stickers, the NRC logo, a Spelldrive team logo, and a reaper job icon.  The last sticker makes you smile, you’re pretty sure you linked a similar looking sticker to Rex in the guild discord a month ago, the design included a silhouette of the cowboy hat from the class armor set behind the icon just like this sticker.  Exactly like this sticker, you realize as your tired eyes settle on the artist’s signature.  The shop bell rings you to attention, a significantly less interesting customer enters the store and you try to shove your rising panic to the back of your mind and try to focus on doing your job.

Leona’s annoyed sigh goes completely unnoticed.

~~~

“You aren’t going to tell Crowley I slept through most of my shift right?”  You have to be pushing things, Leona hates repeating himself and this is the third time you’ve asked him.  Leona had insisted on staying with you until the end of your shift, you had insisted he had better ways to spend his night but admitted, when he had explicitly asked, that no you weren’t uncomfortable with his presence just didn’t want to be an inconvenience.  That made him laugh, not unlike the little exchange you’d had this morning, but this time he had actually entertained your attempts at talking to him.  Until the time came to leave and he offered to walk you home.  Leona seeing you asleep at your shitty job was bad enough, the thought of that ramshackle house made your stomach tie up in all sorts of knots.  “I know you probably don’t see it as a big deal-”

“Because it’s not.”  He snorts.  “Really who do you think you’re trying to impress?”  You wince, Leona swings the thermos with that taunting sticker just out of view, as you huddle into yourself and he sighs stopping under a street light and turns you to face him.  “No seriously, just who are you trying to impress?  You’re always working to the point you’ve practically stopped being yourself.  It’s annoying.”  

“Well what’s it to you?”  You huff and Leona doesn’t bother to immediately answer.  Your eyes drift back to the sticker on his thermos.  

“Maybe I like playing games with you.”  His voice and face are uncharacteristically soft, but still unnervingly intense.  He doesn’t bother specifying what he means, almost like he’s daring you to ask first so he can make fun of you for thinking Rex was anyone other than him this whole time.  “Maybe I like Yuu enough that I want to spend just a little more time with them and not this weird zombie who doesn’t know the way back to their own house.”  

“Oh please-” you roll your eyes and turn back to the road only for your retort to die in your throat.  You are not, in fact, headed towards the haunted mansion.  This road, this stupid street light, is next to a diner you know the college sports teams like to go to after games.  Leona, gently, tugs you by the sleeve of your jacket towards the door.  “Hey, I can’t afford-”

“Oh don’t misunderstand we ain’t here for you, I was just feeling a bit hungry.”  The smug bastard doesn’t even pretend to hear your protests as he pushes his way into the diner and doesn’t wait to be seated.  He just drags you towards the back of the diner shooting you a truly catlike smirk over his shoulder.  “Of course if I have something left over, we can share.  Maybe if you play nice you can get your own straw.”  He spins you into the booth across from him, and despite what he literally just said shoves the plastic menu back into your hands when you try to hand it back to the clearly amused waitress.  

“How long have you known I was...”  You feel stupid even trying to broach the topic, there’s a pretty clear line you don’t cross when making online friends.  It’s even in the guild rules, you’re pretty sure “don’t ask for anyone’s IRL info” is probably Gloomurai’s life motto.  But Leona doesn’t seem to care, which you suppose is in line with what you know about Rex.  His laid back attitude was what had made him the most approachable out of all your guildmates, not that you would ever have thought to apply such a description to Leona.  If anything he seems confused why you’re so shy about talking, like he’s known who you are the whole time and that’s why he spent so much time pinging you in game or why he decided to spend his night keeping you company. 

“Maybe I like playing games with you.”  Something starts curling up in your stomach at the thought that he just might have, if Leona notices you loosening your jacket to release some steam he pretends not to notice.

“Epel mentioned he was gonna try to get you into the guild.”  Well that’s news to you, looks like someone is going to get yelled at later tonight.  “I didn’t expect you to be so excited about healing, but I ain’t complaining, it was cute and now I don’t have to take Naut’s shit outside of raids.”   Cute.  You intake a sharp breath and Leona definitely notices your nerves, clearly planning to press the point unless you can cut him off from the chase.

“W-what exactly do you have against Nautilus anyway?”  With the way Leona’s face wrinkles you idly wonder if he knows who Nautilus actually is too, or if he’s just displeased that the focus is no longer on him.  “He’s not bad at his role.”  

“Naut pays too much attention to pointless shit.  Sure he’s good but it’s not like he does world firsts or anything.”  Neither does Rex but that does seem to be besides the point when he’s paying for your dinner, especially now that it’s in front of you.  Diner food might not be the healthiest but Ruggie really was right about instant noodle not counting as a meal.  “You know he and Snake used to bitch at each other while they were supposed to be doing callouts?  Had whole ass arguments over cooking instead of calling out shackle timing.  Gloom and Musclered never stopped ‘em either since it was ‘funny.’”  They still do, just in discord and not while you run things.  It’s hard to picture someone as professional as Nautilus doing something like that, but then again you know that Rex has known him longer.  “So just in case you thought I was just being nice earlier, you are the better heals.  If I could get the cards I want with just you, Epel, and Ruggie I would.”  It’s disturbing how clear the picture is in your mind: your lala, Epel’s roe, and Leona’s cowboy coded catman being joined by some hyper pink catgirl in the mini game bunny suit that you can easily see Ruggie using to scam some tech worker out of his monthly salary in Pirate’s Port wiping to an EX rank trial because Leona decided his logs weren’t orange enough.  It sounds like a good time, and you can’t keep yourself from blurting out:

“We should try to run something sometime anyway, it’d be fun.”  And before you can retreat back into your shell,  Leona smiles, smiles and burns away any sort of shyness you wanted to have over talking video games with someone as “normal” as him.

“If you can think of something just text me.”  You fish out your phone and can’t even bring yourself to cringe at the time with just how happy that suggestion makes you feel.

And Ace said playing MMOs would get you zero bitches.

~~~

This was a mistake.  It was hard to keep that thought from drumming away at your nerves the longer you stood in the station square; Leona had been the one to invite you out, not the other way around, so if he really ended up not liking this then that was his fault not yours.  You even took into account that Leona was a lazy bitch and suggested you meet up later in the day instead, but then again…  You try to resist drowning in a wave of self flagellation over the clothes you picked out as you somehow manage to sink further into the park bench you have decided to camp out on.  For someone who had been so insistent they were not going out on a date when their generous adoptive father asked where they were going during such prime father child bonding hours, you felt insanely self conscious.  That was normal right, people who actually went out with their friends to do stuff other than pal around the local big box store put thought into their appearance.  Not that there was anything wrong with that.  If this goes south you know you already confirmed you can have Jack over here in two shakes of his tail and that’s probably exactly what you would end up doing.  But when Mannon posted in the guild discord about a First Fantasia themed pop up cafe that was going to be A) running for a limited time within walking distance from your house and B) giving out a code for an in game pet-

Well admittedly your first thought had been to invite Epel, but Leona had texted you almost immediately after Mannon dropped the link.

[irl catboy] ruggie said you aren’t working this saturday

[irl catboy] come with me to the stupid cafe i never know what to order at those places

With such a gentlemanly request how could you possibly refuse?  And now here you were fifteen minutes early trying to keep yourself from going stir crazy, or from jumping out of your skin when an increasingly familiar deep voice whispers a sleepy “hey” into your ear.  

“Seven’s Leona!”  You’re half ready to hit him with your backpack but your indignation and fright are almost entirely wiped away by the sheer figure Leona cuts against the setting autumn sun.  Someone, Ruggie you decide, because there’s no way Leona decided to dress up to come see you himself, forced your upperclassman into a knit  black turtleneck with golden claw-like trim on the neck and rolled up cuffs.  He’s kept his usual tan slacks, but the ugly woven sandals have been swapped out for a more weather appropriate pair of ugly slip ons with similar gold claws to the turtleneck.  His hair’s still tied up like he’s been at spelldrive practice, not that you fully know what he looks like outside of Epel’s descriptions and your own imagination. 

“What, did I scare you?” you drawls, clearly eating up the attention you’re lavishing on his appearance.  Before you can collect yourself enough to stand up he leans down to cow you back into the bench.  “Maybe I should scare you some more?  The mousey look really suits you.”

“Oh shut up!”  You huff and stand, trying your best to avoid cracking your head off of Leona’s stupidly broad frame as you both go to head towards the cafe.  “Did you look up the menu online or are you just planning on winging it?”

“You really like to put effort into things don’t you?”  Leona doesn’t look or sound too upset but there’s a strange wistfulness to his look you do not really like, but it’s gone before you can pick at it too much.  “Nah I figured I’d just let you pick.”

“Are you sure?”  You try your best not to sound excited, you swear the only thing you admire about Ruggie is his work ethic, not his grift.  “I could just take advantage of you and force you to get a bunch of stuff only I’d like.”  As if he’s reading your mind, Leona's green eyes twinkle with mischief you know will bite you in the ass later.

“Oh no you would never do that.  I know for a fact that you are just too nice for that.”  The “unlike someone else" goes unsaid as Leona decides to really double down on the gentleman act when you reach the cafe, holding the door and not even pretending to look at the menu until you prompt him.

“Do you want to get the reaper soda?”  Leona shrugs. 

“Does it sound like it will taste good to you?”  It does but that’s sort of besides the point, you’re much more interested in the white mage one.

“I just thought you might want the coaster.”  You murmur and he smiles.

“I’d lose something like that real fast, you can just keep it.”  Your eyes have to pop halfway out of your head with how hard he laughs, other patrons shoot a confused look at your table as you try to resist the urge to self combust.  “Let me guess, they’re worth somethin right?  In that case all the more reason for you to keep em.”  The look in his eyes is practically daring you to ask if he’s really sure, but knowing Leona he wants an excuse to tease so for now you swallow your insecurities and point your awkward smile up at the server who comes to take your order.  

“Um can we get one reaper soda, one white mage soda…” your voice trails off and Leona pipes up with the name of a burger you don’t remember reading out to him but they apparently serve anyway with how quickly she notes it down.

“And is the check separate or together?”  She sweetly asks and before you can so much as breathe Leona cuts you off.

“Bill goes to me.”  You glare at him, well try to really Leona’s a hard person to stare down.  “Didn’t I say you could get whatever?”  Not literally, it was more implied along with the trouble that you weren’t expecting to catch up to you this quickly.  His smile widens, not quite wolfishly, more like a lion staring down a particularly foolish gazelle that’s stumbled weak kneed into his territory.  “Go on, tell the nice lady what else you want, she won’t bite you, that's my job.”  Flames aren’t enough anymore.  You need to turn into a particularly fine paste or particle dust to relive how fast your heart is beating.  Luckily for you the server seems amused, letting out a good natured laugh as she shoots you a wink.

“You heard your man, what can we get for you?”  You take back every judgment you have ever passed Ruggie’s way.  With just how proud Leona seems like now he really is asking for it.

 ~~~

“You don’t really do things like this much do ya?”  Leona kept his teasing to a minimum after the bite comment thank god and kept his word about letting you keep the coasters.  Pretty much everything at the cafe seemed to have some sort of First Fantasia themed knick knack you were allowed if not encouraged to take back with you.  Leona had offered to walk you home once you both saw how dark it was, promising that would be your only stop this time much to your relief.  You weren’t sure how much more of his teasing you could take.

“I mean I’ve got Epel, but Ace, Deuce, and Jack don’t really like mmos.”  You aren’t sure if it has ever actually been established if you are friends with Sebek, but unless someone teaches Malleus how to use a mouse you doubt he’s going to be logging into anything other than a literal tree anytime soon.  “Sometimes Epel will send me links to merch he thinks I’d like, but he’s more into the…”  You pause to try and find the words for what it is you want to say, knowing your friend will kill you if you make him look lame.  “Sense of pride and accomplishment you get from beating high end content.”

“That sounds like him.”  Leona says proudly.  “He’s like that with anything mildly competitive.  One of his better qualities, just don’t go telling him I said that.  Wouldn’t want it goin to his head.”  There’s no way you’ll be able to keep his mild praise a secret from Epel forever, but what Leona doesn’t know won’t hurt him too much.  “But that’s not really what I was asking.”  Your pace slows as Leona lapses back into silence and you wrack your brain for what he actually could have meant.  “Do you like going out to cafe’s?”

“I… don’t really know.”  You liked tonight.  Talking to Leona, when he was awake enough to participate, was always fun.  Even when you were trading jabs back and forth in class.  “I used to dream about finally finding someone who I could do stuff like this with, but I kind of gave up after my last date said-”  you freeze in your train of thought and walk.  This had not been a date in any way shape or form.  Sure, Leona played a video game with you, and sure he’s been going out of his way to talk to you in real life more regularly since he came to visit your work.  But it’s not like he did that for any reason other than-  “said it was just too weird.  Said I was just too weird and I guess I just sort of got tired of not being able to talk about things that interested me so I gave up trying.”

“Then why not just date me?”  Leona’s eyes are a really strange shade of green now that you’re staring straight into them.  It’s like he’s got two neon lights shining a spotlight directly on you every time he speaks, judging and picking apart whoever he is looking at.  And right now he is looking pointedly at you, making it clear this isn’t a conversation he is going to let you run from.  “I told you before, didn't I?  I like playing games with you.  I want to spend time with you; I want to hear about your day every day, from what annoyed you to funny things you and your friends did.  I want to see you happy and know I made that happen, because you make my life a happier one just by being in it.  The only thing I have ever not liked about you is that you work too hard, and that’s not unfixable.  You just need to let me be a bad influence on you.”  It’s a confession you never really expected to receive, but somehow so very much him.  It’s insulting, honest, and just a touch demanding but it reaches into that small shrunken part of your heart that you’ve been burying most of your feelings in for who knows how long now and fills it with warmth.

“Would you-”  It feels like a silly question but with how intently Leona is hanging on your every word you feel a rush of power going straight to your head.  “If we were going out would you stop wiping things on purpose?”  He blinks, if he’s surprised by the request or shocked he got this far you don’t quite know, but he quickly recovers, moving into your space to offer his hand.

“If you ask nicely.”  You gladly take the offered arm and influence, squeezing his much larger hand with a soft smile.

“Then it’s a dea-”  Leona cuts you off with a kiss, swallowing your mouselike squeak along with most of your air with a speed you didn’t know he possessed.  

“Don’t use that punks line.”  He practically growls and you can’t hold in your happy laughter any longer.  It could just be the streetlights, but you don’t think Leona looks all that mad.  Quite the opposite really, not that you expect him to voice it out loud.  Instead he leans in for another kiss in a gruff effort to show just how much he means what he has been trying to say all along.

I’m happiest when I am doing things with you.

*if you are curious about Leona's outfit, I based it off of Lion King clothing items in Disney Dreamlight Valley (black and gold claw shoes, tan sunny slacks, and the gray claw top for those looking for specifics)

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What is you being nice to me and finding me funny and interesting and hot I'm a visual learner by the way

Hi! My name is Jinx!

Fandom loser through and through, cringe as fuck and I talk about my blorbos too much. I draw sometimes, and I write fic!

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You're too slow! (Title pending):

Sonic x shadow street racer AU enemies to lovers, a little crack, Amy isn't a bad guy or into sonic she's gay background rouge x knuckles, probably gonna be multichap

The IKEA fic:

Ninjago AU where the ninjas all work at IKEA and Wu is the boss. Garmadon keeps messing up displays and Morro keeps trying to pretend he's an employee.

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Sleepy boys inc. Fic where Techno just moved to a new high school and meets the rest of SBI Chaos ensues as they try and get invites to parties win class elections, win fencing tournaments, and Tech fights a kid for a plot of land in the community garden.

The Shady Kid From The Alleyway:

Obligitory SBI vigilante AU venchtrio are vigilantes and syndicate are villains.

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𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐛𝐮𝐫 𝐗 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝒲𝒜ℛ𝒩ℐ𝒩𝒢𝒮：𝒦𝒾𝒹𝓃𝒶𝓅𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈，𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓁𝓀ℯ𝓇 𝓁𝒾𝓀ℯ 𝒷ℯ𝒽𝒶𝓋ℴ𝓇，𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓈 ℴ𝓃ℯ ℴ𝒻 𝒲𝒾𝓁𝒷𝓊𝓇𝓈 𝒷𝓊𝓇𝓈ℴ𝓃𝒶𝓈 𝓈ℴ 𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝓃ℴ𝓉 𝒶𝒸𝓉𝓊𝒶𝓁 𝒲𝒾𝓁𝒷𝓊𝓇 𝒷𝓉𝓌， ℛℰ𝒜𝒟 𝒜𝒯 𝒴𝒪𝒰ℛ 𝒪𝒲𝒩 ℛℐ𝒮𝒦

I woke up due to the sound of my alarm clock, or so I thought. But instead of waking up in my comfy bed with my f/c sheats, and s/f/c blanket, I Instead woke up tied to a chair, tape on my mouth. I didn’t try to scream or move, knowing whatever, or whoever trapped me, could be in here with me. I didn’t feel like dying today. “Hello, darling!~” I heard a male's voice say. Before a large shadow came. Sweat dripped down my forehead. I saw a freakishly tall male. Around 6,6. He had fluffy brown hair, brown eyes, a black jumper and a marvelous british accent. He bent down, making eye contact. My eyes widened. Out of fear, I began to struggle to get out. Chains moving around echoed, in the cold, dark basement of this stranger's house. “Woah, calm down” The unknown stranger said, trying to calm me down. I stopped for a moment, to hear what he had to say. “I’m Wilbur Soot. I’m not gonna hurt you” He said as he grabbed the tape on my mouth, ripping it off, slowly and painfully. “W-where am I!” I stuttered, still unsure of who this guy is. He then stood up to his full height, his cold, crazy in love gaze focused on me. “At my house of course” He said, as if this was normal for him. “W-what do you w-want from me!” I stuttered out again. “I just want you Y/N.” ‘How does he know my name?’ I thought, looking down at the chains holding me down, attempting to get out again. “Here let me help you,” Wilbur said, bending down, grabbing the chain.  Slowly removing it, and throwing it on the floor. He then reached out to me, putting his hand on my cheek, Feeling his warm breath on my face. Causing. my heart stop. Tears started to come out.  My breath hitched. “What's wrong dear?” He asked, I looked away, only for him to push my head back towards him. I wanted to slap him, run away. His smile looked insane. His hair was everywhere, He looked as if he hadn’t slept in days, or hadn’t showered in a really long time..

After about an hour, my stomach growled. It's been a day since I've eaten anything. “Hungry darling~” Wilbur said, forcing eye contact. I hesitated. ‘I could use this for an escape… maybe. “Y-yes” I said, sounding more confident than earlier. “Ok dear, don’t try and escape.” He hummed before going up the stairs, and who knows where. After what seemed to be 9 seconds I got up, and sprinted up the stairs, towards the door. Grabbing the knob, twisting it slowly, pushing it open a tad bit. Peeking to see if anyone’s there… I push the door open and sprint towards the front door, almost reaching it! Before feeling the worst pain ever, I fell to the floor with a thud. Blood dripped down my leg. My breath picked up, my face swelled up with tears, my vision now blurry. Wet salty tears falling down my cheeks. I closed my eyes hoping for a quick death. Before feeling warm lips against mine. Hands going around my waist pulling me up, I opened my eyes, to see a blurred Wilbur. I struggled to get out of his grasp, but his grip just got tighter, to the point it hurt. I started to run out of oxygene, tears just kept falling. It finally ended. “Be a good [INSERT PRONOUN}” He whispered in my ear, sending shivers down my spine. He loosened his grip, causing me to push him away. I attempted to run, before falling. I looked down to see a knife's blade stuffed into my left thigh, blood coming out of the cut. Tears threatened to fall. “Look what I had to do dear” He said, scooping my figure up, arms around my torso. I felt a strange pain on my head, my vision was blurry, before everything went black.

-THE END

[edupiii]

🦇The Cryptic Tales of Coppersfield Update!!💛

Now I’m not entirely sure how many people on here actually read my fic The Cryptic Tales of Coppersfield, but incase you do I just wanna give a small update!

I’m more than halfway through finishing Chapter 10 as well as beginning Chapter 11, however, I am in the middle of final exams and essays for my first year of uni so my attention is focused on that stuff. I checked the other day and realized I hadn’t posted a new chapter in a while so I just wanted to put out this PSA incase any readers were wondering what was happening.

I’m also finishing up the designs for Lizzy and Khan, and sketched out Alice and Beau (even though they aren’t gonna show up for a while, I wanted to draw them). I think I’ll be making a new design for Uzi and possibly Thad since they were the first ones I made and looking back I think I could do better on them. To thank you for your patience and understanding, here is the intro to the next chapter!!

(Uzi uses she/they pronouns interchangeably btw, just a heads up incase you get confused reading)

TW: mention of body horror

Chpt 10, Game Plan

It was getting closer, she was sure of it. They couldn’t hear it over the sound of her own laboured breathing and the crunching of fallen leaves underneath their heavy steps; but they knew it was coming. They had been running in the dead of night for…she wasn’t sure on the exact amount of time, but a long time would suffice for an answer.

She stopped in the middle of a clearing and spun around, feeling the distinct fear of recognition growing. She had already been here. They’d gone in some type of messed up circle. But how?

Without warning, the sound of whatever was chasing her had caught up. They could hear it’s own heavy breathing and it’s snarling grin as it approached the small, tired figure. She begrudgingly turned their form to face their enemy, feeling her gut twist as the moonlight glistened off its torn and broken flesh’s

The creature cocked its head while making some sickly attempt to laugh at its preys reaction. It looked like it could have at one point been human, but its length and height were far too unnatural of any persons. Where Uzi assumed its eyes would be was covered by greasy hair while its mouth hung open. It’s not that it was opening its mouth, it’s that it no longer had a bottom jaw to close its ever gapping gob.

Long, spindly arms helped it crawl its thin yet heavy body closer to Uzi, her feet trying to move but unable too. Finally this thing stood over the terrified teen, drool dripping from its hanging maw onto Uzis hair and face. Its head drew closer and closer, its features becoming more prominent with every passing second.

The filthy hair covering its eyes slanted as it smiled down at Uzi, allowing her to be able to see the creatures face. As they looked in horror, a tinge of confusion began to swell. What gazed back at them were not eye’s necessarily, but two sagging black sockets. In the middle of each empty hole was that strange three pronged symbol Uzi had seen so many times before. They were glowing yellow and shaking sporadically.

Uzi snapped out of their trance as the thing inched its putrid face ever so slightly to her own, causing them to try and retreat. But they couldn’t. She looked back up and gazed at the beast whose warm breath incapsulated their face.

“Wha-what the hell are you?” they asked in a shaking voice. “Some kin-kind of eldritch monster?”

The thing reared back slightly, almost like it was in shock. However, this feeling quickly faded away as it brought its face right back up to Uzis.

“It hurts our feelings you don’t remember us.”

Uzi tried to pull away once again while looking at the things mouth. “How can-can you talk!? Some psychic link! You don’t even-“

“Easier to assimilate then explain.”

A large claw seemed to almost emerge from the shadows, its skin black with webbing between the talons. It rose up quickly and came back down on Uzi who readied for their painful demise, when suddenly-

———

AGN!

AGN!

AGN!

AGN!

Uzi shot straight up from their sleeping position, her alarm clock blaring it’s awful symphony. The noise hurting her very being, Uzi wasted no time scrambling over and slamming a shaking fist on the old electronic. It finally shut up.

Leaning back slightly, Uzi began to notice how much they were shaking. Their breathing was incredibly heavy with her heart rate sending small tremors throughout her body. She also began to notice how sweaty they were (gross! i hate waking up sweaty)

However, like the past week of restless dreams, it’s memory quickly faded from her mind. They couldn’t recall any of it. At least…they’d like to not recall any of it, because the one thing that stuck in her head were the unnerving words that were spoken to them before they awoke.

Spoken in that god awful, familiar monotone voice that chirped in their head.

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