#but DAAAAAMN SON

[morastfrck]

Hi thx again for that art. Honestly i wanted to share with my True Hero headcanons (I prefer more responsible Delsin, rather than psychopath) - More Responsibility: Will protect every conduit, teach and guide them to control their powers. He became friend of many conduits and thanks to his ideals, he will find many conduits with same mindset (justice and equality for both Humans and Conduits). And thus creating sort of like Justice League to protect the entire world. - From now on, he is public face: whenever he goes, expect lots of cameras and journalists. While he loved this at first, it became annoying as fuck and decided just to go away from them as fast as possible. However his actions, will give people hope and inspire everyone in the entire world. - He will mete with Zeke, who will tell Delsin everything about Cole. And while feeling inspired, he would also struggle more about continuing ideals of Cole and carrying on his legacy. Questioning himself, is he really worthy? - Akomish will became his place of protection and warm. Betty will always make lots of cakes and his favourite dishes, to make him feel better. - No matter his struggling, Delsin will always try to do his best no matter what. From saving cats from trees, to prevent another war crimes to happen or cartels to hurt innocent. He maybe struggles, but he will not let his struggle, to fail so many innocent people. - Delsin once a month will always visit Reggie's grave to talk about anything. Trying to hold himself not to cry. - He will have more powers, but not asking for more and being responsible with this. (If a conduit says no, Delsin will not take it) - He may be a hero, he is still no saint. If there is a conduit or a criminal mastermind who cannot change and still a threat to innocent, he will put him down for good. - Delsin one day will face conduits of nightmares and will face his biggest fear: REggie. However he understands it's not real and overcomes it. - Delsin will become everyone's big bro and a mentor sort of like Charles Xavier. Thanks to Eugene's genius they would profit and have lots of money to start investing on good stuff and make a big base for conduits to live and train. - Delsin will have no free time (unfortunately) - he will always check the monitors for any crimes, and while he has his friends, he still would feel lots of pressure on his shoulders. - Delsin one day will face a conduit who was used and brainwashed by her own father, who wanted to use her for himself. Once Delsin hears this story, he will be mad and kill that person in blind rage. - Eugene's new invention allowed to train in virtual reality, to have faster and better access to new powers. Fetch will be sort of like flash thanks to her light speed abilities. While Delsin will always be everywhere at the same time to protect everyone. And also here is mine headcanon quote for Delsin hero. "The world is not a great place. It's fulled of bad and sick people. And yet here i am, doing my best no matter what. And while i'm still breathing the ideals of justice and hope, I will never die. I will struggle, but never give up the fight. And i will not stop my fight, until the world would turn into a better place than it ever was. Never." What do you think?

woah hell that is a big ass concept you have here, you should totally write a post canon story with it or something (bc fr its really put together, even with further future concepts and everything)

honestly? this does seem like a plausible option for that kind of delsin. I mean, society would have to face some major changes after augustine’s fall, both in terms of conduit relating laws and people’s mindsets, and having someone as known as delsin take everything in his own hands would def help. So imo the plot idea is pretty solid.

I personally would focus more on delsin’s personal growth. Storywise he is already powerful enough that he was able to take down augustine - which is hella impressive, she had been practicing concrete for 7 years. So i dont really see any point in focusing on him expanding his powers but rather deciding how to use them. You called bad karma a psychopath, but i feel like they are far more similar to each other, Its not like they are two different characters. the only thing separating hero from infamous is like this one metaphorical wrong choice.

If he makes this bad decision, he is basically forced to make more - he killed one guy, so what difference would it make if he killed a few more, and so on. He would also probably be way more focused on revenge - for himself on society (that was rejecting him throughout his life, for graffity and similar stuff) and failed him again after he turned out to be a conduit, for reggie, for akomish (and later even revenge on akomish for also rejecting him). Its like a vicious circle of him being rejected, getting his revenge for it, and getting rejected furthermore.

For the hero on the other hand, i see him as more of a trapped in the expectations type of character. He saved a few people, and now they point their phone cameras at him and scream his name, and he just cant let them down. At first it really busts his ego - he literally talked about becoming a hero before, so makes sense that he is flattered. But the thing is, on the inside he is still the same person who could have gone the infamous path. After all, bad karma points are only given for executing an enemy, not just for them dying. I believe that shows the difference really well, as its not about murder, its about cruelty.

Delsin doesnt have the truly neutral choice, bc he will either be percieved as a villain or a hero by the crowd, so naturally their perception will always be exaggerated. They either see him as a psychopath or a saint, no inbetween.

But in reality, he is still a sly fucker who draws mocking graffitis on the walls and flirts with his enemies, no matter what choice he made.

(tho i do feel like reggie’s death could make big difference for his alignment. either sending him down the revange path or making delsin want to not let his brother down and going all hero)

so basically, i feel like really becoming a hero, and not just a rebel with good reputation would be pretty challenging for him. It would be interesting to see the way he would struggle to actually make rational and good choices at times, or how he would tackle the problems actual heroes face (or like those “who should i save” dillemas from superhero comics)

also this is why i prefer the og delsin, as i see him as the one who stays more loyal to his original ideology, and while accepting his feelings he doesn’t go too far with revenge stuff or attempts to become the hero everyone needs. He is the “its not possible to please everyone” and he is fine that way

But generally i think you have a really cool concept here. It works great, tho we def dont see some things the same way lmao

and good luck in turning it into somethin more? (bc i really hope you do its worth it!!!!)

oh but also think about mentor delsin in his late thirties-fourties😩😏

[jade-curtiss]

Ça se passerais pas comme ça si à m'avais pas demandé d'y montrer une autre perspective. Comme, demande pas des choses comme ça maman? C'est juste weird sur un moyen temps.

[theshiniestgemstone]

my wife- fem!reader x gideon gemstone

summary: in which a slip of the tongue lets the cat out of the bag

warnings: none

It was one of those slow, golden afternoons at the lake house—warm and lazy in the way that begged for sunburns and slightly-too-sweet lemonade. Everyone was sprawled out across the yard in various states of half-conscious relaxation. Eli sat in a wicker chair under the shade of an umbrella, sunglasses perched on his nose, his Bible in one hand and a sweating glass of iced tea in the other. Jesse and Amber were bickering lightly near the grill, Jesse jabbing the tongs in her direction every time she corrected his technique.

You were settled on a blanket spread over the grass, legs tucked neatly beneath you as you tried to keep your sundress from riding up too far. Gideon sat beside you, leaned back on his hands, ankles crossed, his eyes half-lidded from the sun and the comfort of being home.

Pontious and Abraham were tossing a football back and forth while Keefe—sweet, ever-patient Keefe—sat on a stump nearby, watching like a proud coach even though he didn’t seem entirely sure what was going on, whether it was two man football or just a game of catch or keep away. The family had spent most of the afternoon tossing playful jabs at each other and unlike other times, you earned your own. Mostly about how you and Gideon look at each other, but it's a rite of passage. Judy was in rare form today, all high-volume opinions and deeply questionable fashion choices, flopped on a pool chair with a wine spritzer. She took a lazy sip, then zeroed in on you.

“Y’all see how her hair’s puffed up like a cotton ball?” Judy said, grinning. “Girl, this humidity is committing war crimes on your head. Look like a Bratz doll who stuck a fork in an outlet.”

You blinked, caught off guard for half a second before you could formulate a response. But before you could say a word, Gideon casually looped his arm around your shoulders and drew you in closer.

“Don’t talk about my wife like that,” he said, lighthearted but with enough weight to still the air.

Every conversation around the yard stopped. Even the football hit the ground with a thud after whizzing past Pontious's head. You could feel your heart leap into your throat, suddenly very aware of every eye in the Gemstone family squarely on you.

Jesse squinted, his mouth twitching into a knowing grin. “That’s why you’ve had that moony look in your eyes all week,” he said, pointing a pair of tongs straight at Gideon. “Boy’s been walking around like he’s in a damn perfume commercial.”

Amber’s eyebrows shot up. “You married her?” she asked, her tone more curious than judgmental. “Like… for real?”

Gideon, who hadn’t moved his arm, just nodded. Then he smiled down at you, gently brushing a piece of hair away from your face like it hadn’t just been the most monumental reveal in the middle of a casual afternoon.

You were caught somewhere between mortified and glowing.

Eli chuckled low from his seat, shaking his head. “Well, I’ll be. I had a feeling. The boy's been smiling like he’s got a secret.”

Pontious just let out a long, “Daaaaamn,” while Abraham clapped a hand over his mouth, like the word wife had physically stunned him.

And Judy, after a beat of wide-eyed silence, muttered, “Guess the hair’s not that bad,” before tipping back the last of her spritzer.

Keefe, sweet and wide-eyed, clapped softly. “Aw, I love love.”

There was a brief silence, then Jesse slapped Gideon on the back with a laugh, nearly knocking him forward. “You better be treating her right, son. And you—” he turned to you, wagging a finger, “—if you hurt him, we will televise the revenge.”

You just gave him your best innocent smile, sliding your hand into Gideon’s without a word. Gideon leaned into you a little more, whispering under his breath, “Guess the cat’s outta the bag.”

“Yeah,” you murmured, smirking. “And so is the ‘moony look,’ apparently.”

He groaned, burying his face in your shoulder.

You shifted slightly under the weight of everyone's eyes, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, the sundress riding up again as you crossed your ankles tighter. The air was thick with curiosity and disbelief, but also—somewhere under all the noise—something close to acceptance.

“Well,” you started, trying to smooth your voice, “we could have been a little more subtle about it.”

Gideon let out a short breath, somewhere between a laugh and a wince.

“A little?” Amber deadpanned, crossing her arms. “Y’all dropped a bomb like it was a group text about brunch.”

Eli, to his credit, just chuckled again, still relaxed under his umbrella. “Sounds like y’all did what made sense for you.”

"See! He gets it!" You gave him a grateful glance. “We tried to plan it. We really did.”

“Oh, God, did we,” Gideon added with an exaggerated groan. “It was like every time we talked about it, someone had an opinion. Y'all wanted doves."

"My mom wanted it at home."

"Her uncle wanted it outdoors. Her cousin thought she should wear cream.”

You shuddered at the idea of wearing the same cream wedding dress your cousin offered for 'good luck'. But with three baby daddies and four divorces, you thought about burning it.

“Cream?” Judy scrunched up her face. “Like milk?”

“And my family kept sending links to, like, five different venues—across four states,” you said, shaking your head. “It stopped being about us and started being… I don’t know. An event for everyone else. Song requests in my DMs from distant relatives."

Gideon nodded. "I love her as much as the next guy, but Adele at a wedding?"

Jesse snorted. "We could have had her perform live for y'all."

“We were already living together,” Gideon added, his voice softer now. “We’d already chosen each other. So one night we were just like… why not?”

“So you just did it?” Abraham asked, his mouth full of chips.

You nodded. “Drove down to Tallahassee, signed the papers, got lunch after. Nothing fancy. But it felt… right.”

Abraham looked mildly offended. “And none of us were invited?”

Jesse just scoffed. “Son, I didn’t even get a phone call.”

“You would’ve live-streamed it,” Gideon said flatly.

“And thrown doves,” you added with a smirk.

Amber held up a hand. “Okay, wait—Tallahassee? Like… Florida?”

“Yeah,” Gideon shrugged. “They had a drive-thru chapel. And there was a restaurant across the street that gives free meals to newlyweds."

Eli laughed out loud then, shaking his head. “Well, I suppose it’s better than the time Jesse proposed to Amber during the Fourth of July fireworks.”

“Oh my Lord,” Amber muttered. “We said we’d never bring that up again.”

Judy, now two drinks in, lifted her glass lazily. “Here’s to the freaks who get married in Florida.”

“Hell yeah,” Gideon murmured, squeezing your hand again.

The moment passed into laughter and teasing again, just like that, the same warm chaos as before. Except now you weren’t just with Gideon—you were his, fully and unapologetically.

And as he leaned over to kiss your cheek, murmuring a “thanks for not running away,” you just smiled.

“Was never gonna run, Gemstone. I drove to Tallahassee for you, remember?”

He grinned, glowing with that soft, stupid, moony look all over again.

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Hello again and thank you so much for including my idea in one of your previous posts!

I have an angluffy (angsty+fluffy) scenario in my head that’s been sitting there for a while. Disclaimer: it is quite specific, so I totally understand if you don’t feel like writing for it or want to modify this. Also, I would love to read about all the spouses (Vanilla, Expanded and Ridgeside), but this is a lot of people so if this scenario picks your interest feel free to modify the list or publish it in parts.

The idea goes like this:

There was an invasion on Stardew Valley. The Gotoro Empire attacked without giving anyone as much as a chance to escape. All seemed lost, and it would have been, if not for the bravery and quick thinking of the Farmer. They rushed to the hudge battle robot that empire troops were using in the attack and placed a bomb underneath it. The village was saved, but sadly, Farmer didn't run fast enough to escape from explosion. All that was left of them was an arm, separated from the rest of the body. Or so everyone thought.

The numb, limp body was found by Krobus, who managed to save Farmer’s life, but at a cost. Village’s hero had spent year in a coma, got their arm replaced with a iridium prosthetic one (courtesy of the Dwarf) and, patched up with shadow magic, are no longer fully human. [my ida of it: one eye is black, skin is paler, and parts of flesh are replaced with shadowy smoke, but make up whatever visuals suit your vision]. Changed, confused and weakened by a year of sleep, the first thing Farmer does is going to their partner [any level of romantic relationship; spouse, boyfriend/girlfriend, or - my personal favourite - they were about to give Farmer the mermaid pendant just before the invasion started]. How would that meeting go?

Daaaaamn, that's some dark headcanon right here.... Sure thing! ✨✨✨

Hope you don't mind if I write in this ask about the vanilla and SVE spouses. Also this headcanon turned out more angst than fluff, so I hope you don't mind that either. Thank you for the ask, and have a good day! 💖

Warning: angst

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Stardew Valley:

Harvey

Another nightmare that Harvey woke up in a cold sweat. He was breathing hard, trying to calm down and pull himself together, to chase away the bad thoughts. No sedatives or sleeping pills helped him, the same nightmare.... Where his smiling spouse turns to face him and dark flames overwhelm them as Harvey stands there, unable to do anything. The doctor was about to go to sleep again (trying, at least), but he heard the doorbell of his clinic. Who had come to see him at this late hour.... Usually the only person who visited his clinic in the middle of the night was-

"Harvey, it's me..." He collapsed senseless on the doorstep.

Sam:

Sam has never heard his mom scream like that. No, not the kind of scream where a disgruntled Jodi was once again trying to get through to her son, sitting in his headphones, who had promised to clean the house. The soul-crushing, ear-splitting scream he usually heard in horror movies. The guitarist instantly rushed into the living room, where his mother was in, ready to protect her from whoever caused her screaming. And there she was, pale with terror, standing motionless while Vincent stood behind her, crying and trembling. Both looked toward the front door, where stood a strang-

"Sam, is that you?"

Farmer. It was Farmer.... The one everyone thought was a dead hero was standing right here in Sam's house. He was speechless. It can't be...

Elliott

Elliott hardly ever left his little cabin. In the past, the writer could often be found in the Saloon, draining a glass of wine in company. Now he is but a shadow of his past self, ever since Farmer... died defending the Stardew Valley from enemy invasion. No desire to write anything, no desire to do anything, or even to leave the house, just... nothing. When Elliott found out what had happened to them, part of him died that day. It went on like that for six months until the residents stepped in, trying to help him. And the writer seemed to be doing better, but for the last month, as the date drew closer to the day Elliott lost Farmer a year ago, he was getting worse and worse.

Opening the door one rainy day, he thought that once again the residents had come to him almost by force to drag him into town, but what was the point-

"Honey, it's me..."

Elliott stared in mute shock at Farmer standing before him. When he realized that it's not a ghost or a hallucination, he fell to his knees, kissed their hands and sobbed, praising Yoba for his beloved's return.

Shane

First came shock. Shane couldn't believe what was happening, it couldn't be.... Farmer stood before them, alive and well, except for the fact that they had a bandage over their left eye and no right hand at all, it had been replaced with.... Metal? A device? Shane didn't know. He slowly touched their shoulder, looked into their face, heard their voice.

"It's... It's you. You're alive, alive... Where... Where have you been?!" Then came anger and pain. Farmer is alive... And they didn't deign to tell him?! It was later that they could explain to Shane that they were in a coma, but for now the chicken man choked on his own tears and shouted at them.

Sebastian

"Sebastian, it's me. It's okay, I'm alive, I'm okay..." Farmer could feel their lover hugging them tightly with a dead grip, shaking nonstop. He wouldn't let them go, afraid that if he let go of his lover again, he would lose them already forever. Like when he blamed himself for not being more assertive in his argument with Farmer that they should all hide in the basement of his house. That fateful day for the Valley, when he'd let go of their hand and watched them run toward the seashore, to defend his native valley from a robot sent by Gotoro. How heartbroken he was to learn that after the robot exploded, all that was left of Farmer was one severed arm...

"Sebastian..." He was shaking, and his eyes became wet with tears. He didn't let go of their embrace for a long time yet...

Alex

Alex's first meeting with Farmer after a year of separation, pain and trying to move on, ended with the athlete punching his lover in the face, right in their healthy eye, untouched by dark magic unlike the other one. He didn't mean to do it, but he was so badly frightened and confused by Farmer's appearance, who had been presumed dead, triggered his hit-or-run reflex. Thankfully Alex didn't punch them hard, though still weakened from the year-long coma Farmer fell to the floor. Alex looked at them with horror, realized what he had just done, and apologies spilled out of his mouth with sobs. The farmers quickly came to their senses and tried to calm their lover down. But Alex hugged them tightly and cried harder.

They are alive... And the first thing he did was to hit them....

Abigail

Everyone told Abigail it was time for her to stop chasing the illusion. Stop trying to do her own investigation of the place where Farmer was last seen. To stop arguing in raised tones with her father, trying to prove that they hadn't found Farmer's body, which meant there was no proof they were dead. She cried in her mother's arms, who comforted her daughter but tried to gently tell her that it was time for her to move on. But Abigail continued to believe.

And she was right, when Farmer with their face slightly disfigured from dark magic stood before her, she ran up to them and hugged them tightly, sobbing, she was right!

Leah

"Stay away from me!" Leah shouted, her hands that held the sculpted hammer as her only means of self-defense treacherously trembling. The ginger young woman took two steps back, keeping her gaze on.... Farmer? Was that really.... her beloved Farmer? Many features exactly the same as her deceased lover's, but their right eye... A huge hole from which a black as tar liquid dripped, running down their cheek. Their left hand, made of a metal that was unfamiliar to her.

Leah continued to stand there trembling, not knowing where or who to run to for help.

Emily

Strange, but Emily has had practically the same dream.... How she is running after a red bird that leads her closer and closer to the forest, and just as the blue-haired woman reaches the edge, she sees someone who remotely reminds her of... Farmer, the stranger turns around.... and Emily wakes up. She can't figure out what it means. Her dreamers interpret various things: that the spirit of her dead lover is trying to warn her, or that their "coming" is a sign of good news. And that edge of the forest looks all too familiar.... On one such night, she decided to walk towards the forest from memory, and noticed near the sewer someone coming out... A small dark figure that hid in the thicket having spotted her from afar and...

*sob* "It''s a sign... I knew you were alive."

Farmer, barely standing on their feet and weak, looked in surprise at Emily, who ran towards them, hugging them and knocking them down accidentally. Her dream was prophetic, she had found them, Farmer was alive...

Penny

As soon as Penny stepped out of the farmhouse to meet the guest who was banging so loudly on the door, she stood in a stupor for half a minute, trying to realise who or... what stood before her. A stranger whose body parts were completely non-human, but whose facial features were... "Penny... Is that really you?" And... that voice. The voice of the person she'd been mourning for a year now. The voice that had sworn their love to her as they both stood under the wedding archway and held hands. The voice that had made she realise...

Penny let out a heartbreaking scream, and fell to the ground, senseless, only to hear the voice of her frightened spouse call out her name before her vision went dark.

Maru

Maru refused to believe that her lover had died. Yes, she and the others had seen that huge crater where Farmer had last been at that moment. Yes, she had seen with her own eyes their bloody body part, which was lying far away from the crater, thrown away by the blast wave. But their body (it hurt Maru terribly to even imagine Farmer like that) had not been found, which meant that it was impossible to say that they had died. The young inventor continued her search, scouring the valley, trying to find a clue or a logical explanation. Her family and friends thought that Maru's grief had simply caused her to deny reality and cling to this idea, thus trying to cope with the loss of her lover. But...

"I found them!" *sob* "I- I found them!"

...seeing her, with tears on her cheeks, holding Farmer's metal hand, who stood and were very much alive, realized that the young inventor had been right all along.

Haley

Honestly, Farmer knew their lover's reaction would be very strong. After all, Haley (and everyone else in the Valley) thought they were dead (they themself thought they were dead). Until they woke up without their right eye and arm. What Farmer didn't expect was that when he walked into Haley and Emily's house, half the dishes would fly at them. Poor Haley, who was alone at that moment, thought she was being haunted by ghost and was so frightened that she threw plates, forks, bottle and other kitchen stuff, then fell to her knees. Farmer cautiously approached her and touched her hands gently, showing that they were not a ghost, but a living person.

"Where have you been..." No one was to blame for what had happened (except Gotoro), but Farmer felt a prick of conscience when they heard how broken and weak Haley's voice was.

Stardew Valley Expanded:

Magnus Rasmodius

"Magnus-" Farmer didn't even have time to utter their lover's name before they felt that they had lost the power of speech and their body stopped obeying. They stood as dumbfounded, unable to move as the old wizard approached them with slow steps, his left hand making gestures unknown to them, while his right hand was enveloped in flames, ready to sizzle the threat at any moment. The harsh look of Magnus' violet eyes pierced through, but there was nothing Farmer could do. After standing under Rasmodius' gaze for a long and agonizing minute, Farmer felt the invisible ropes finally loosen, allowing them to move again.

"It's really you... You're alive..." Tears streamed down Magnus' wrinkled cheeks.

Victor

Victor's inner voice shouted that he should run. Run without looking back, away from the creature standing right in front of him. From this unknown monster who, either to torture him for their own amusement or to blunt his instinct for self-preservation, had taken the form of his dead lover of a year ago. The one he was about to declare his love to with a mermaid pendant. The one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. Victor must run, run as fast as he could, call for help, run run-

His heart shouted that it was them.

Victor ran towards the Farmer, hugging them tightly. And he couldn't hold his crying when they hugged him back.

Lance

"Name." Striking a fighting stance, Lance bared his spear, ready to defend himself against the possible threat that the mages of the Gotoro Empire had sent him. Their enemies went to the most desperate and despicable lengths, even stooping so low as to use necromancy. "Your name." Reviving fallen adventurers with dark magic that disfigured their bodies, but the overflowing happiness of the fallen man's friends didn't notice until it was too late. He keeps his guard up, keeping Farmer away and demanding answers, buying time until backup arrives

*sob* "I'm... I'm [name]. L- Lance..."

The adventurer's heart clenches when he heard a familiar voice... He need to stay focused.

Sophia

After Sophia's lover fell to the death of the brave, for the sake of protecting her and the entire Valley, she hardly ever left the house, only filled bottles coming out of her vineyard. Recently has she been able to move on after the death of her parents, as she has once again lost the people she holds dear. Gus and Scarlett visited their friend, trying to comfort her, but the pink-haired girl withdrew into herself, unwilling to talk to anyone. One such day, the same day that exactly one year ago Farmer died, someone knocked very insistently on the door of her house, and Sophia, overwhelmed with grief and anger, opened the door and wanted to shout to be left alo-

"Sophia..."

She immediately fell silent, staring in horror at the features of a face so familiar to her. And screamed, running back into the house and huddled in a corner, unable to stop sobbing as Farmer tried to soothe her in every way they could.

Olivia:

Farmer had no sooner said anything to Olivia upon their meeting after a year of separation, than they immediately had to catch the poor woman fainting from shock. And what did they expect - absolutely everyone in the valley believed that their dear friend and Olivia's failed spouse was presumed dead, only a severed arm could be found at the scene of action, which was buried. The former Joja accountant mourned her spouse again, and now they were coming into her house, with a bandage that covered their eye, with a hand that was as cold as ice to the touch, but... alive.

"How did you- What happened... We thought- I thought you were...." Olivia finally woke up and enclosed Farmer in her arms, choking on her own tears and sobs.

Claire

If it wasn't for the lack of job opportunities, Claire would have quit her current job a long time ago and never come to Stardew Valley again. This place has become like home to her, the residents are very friendly, and supportive of Claire as a member of the community. But it's too hard for her to return to this town, to walk past the monument in honour of her deceased lover every time, to look at the place where Farmer was last seen alive.... It's all very hard for her. Returning late from work to the bus stop, she promises herself she'll quit tomorrow.... and feels someone take her hand, calling her name gently.

Claire jumped, as she knew that voice well. The girl looked closely at the stranger's face in the near pitch darkness and wailed in a way that made half the town jump from such a heartbreaking scream.

Scarlett

"AAAAAAA!" As if poor Scarlett could be understood: considering that Farmer had been presumed dead for a year, the girl certainly hadn't expected to see their ghost. At least that's what she thought they were, scared out of her wits and threw the first thing she could get her hands on (some iron tools) at them, causing the Farmer to get an iron kick in the leg, yelp and a bit of indignation. Scarlett realised it wasn't a ghost after all, and upon realising this she was overwhelmed by a whirlwind of emotions. Is that the Farmer?! Yoba, her lover is alive! But... what with their eye? What happened?! And why didn't they contact her sooner?

Scarlett will get her answers (some of which will raise more questions), but... she's just incredibly happy that Farmer is alive and, well, relatively okay.

[pampanope]

I just had a revelation and I have to share it with you. What if, bell survived, and was secretly watching Adler as he raised Graves, and one day bell kidnaps young!graves as soon as he was old enough to be able to hold on his own, and then, working with Shepherd, they brainwashed Graves to work for Shepherd, implanted memories of joining the marines, and they then created Shadow Company and put brainwashed Graves at the helm, to keep him as far away from Adler as possible.

Flash forward to present day/mw3 time, Graves is still being brainwashed by Bell even though Shepherd is dead, and Phil doesn’t even know that Adler is his dad, but Adler has been looking for him for the longest time, and now without shepherd to help Bell keep Phillip away from Adler and cover their trails, Russell is able to finally start tracking down his son.

Daaaaamn

That’s the worst (best) revenge he could possibly have on Adler.

For destroying his mind, he destroys Adler’s most precious thing in his life

And it’s gonna separate father n son dor years 😩😩😩

Phillip not even remembering he has family searching for aaahhh TTnTT

[hippopotamusdreamer]

Witch's Son

genre. [PS][F][AU]

warnings. None?

additional notes. Female! Reader | You/Your pronouns, not proofread lol

pairing. Felix x Reader

w.c. 1,043

a/n. This is for Fall Cryptid season!

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He was always handsome in your opinion, the witch’s son. Others in the community would even agree with you. Hair and personality of the sun and face filled with stars. A man unlike any other even if you never knew his name. Occasionally, he would be seen foraging in the forest for his mother. Ingredients for her many potions and elixirs no doubt.

You’d catch a glimpse of him every now and then when he was on his way to the forest’s edge. The route he took just so happened to be past your bakery. As you would set up whatever treat of the day on display, you’d see the familiar head of blonde walking past the front window.

Your shop was pretty well known in the area. Along with regular treats, you also offered food with minor…tweaks. You were only 1/3 of a witch yourself from your father’s side. Unfortunately, there was a cap to how much magic a halfa (part magical creature, part human) could produce. But you weren’t complaining. You wouldn’t even know what to do with all that power should you have had it.

No, what you could do now was just enough in your opinion. Ever wanted to have a conversation with the family pet, try the strawberry acorn animal scone. Or how about easing the aches and pains of the daily grind with a Get Better Blondie? Perhaps even just blessing your breath with regular garlic butter dinner rolls to get rid of unwanted mothers-in-law’s? If you could think it, Leviathan’s Crest could bake it.

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

It was on a random Tuesday morning that you had realized a mistake.

Last week you were supposed to reorder ingredients for the next two weeks. Sadly, you’d been distracted by a wedding cake order for a gorgon party. A three tiered marble cake with a rock solid base. You had a fun time delivering the finished product; they even gave you a mini statue of the bride and bride as a wedding favor.

Regardless of the good time, you’d shirked your obligations and now present you was suffering for it. It was too late to order for the recipes now but you’d still need to order it for the next day. Your lavender lotus loaves were one of your hot ticket items and they needed to be made for the day. With your meager powers, each loaf was able to make the customer feel a serenity that’d put the CBD shoppe to shame. And not to brag or anything but they were fucking delicious.

It was as you were about to run out of your shop to Kochi’s Bazaar, the germakochi owned spice bazaar that was home to the most pungent spices, Turkish delights, caviar, dried nuts, and more, that you ran into something, or rather, someone instead.

“Oh!” A deep voice yelled in surprise.

“Oh my god!” you exclaimed.

There before you stood the man of your fantasies. You were absolutely gobsmacked. This man was absolutely STUNNING, with a capital STUN.

‘Daaaaamn, he looks better up close.’

“You alright?”

‘And an accent???’ Your internal monologue was just going haywire.

“Uh…yeah,” you said, trying to pull yourself together. “No yeah, I’m…I’m ok. Sorry for running into you.”

He smiled brightly at your flustered form, grinning from ear to ear. “It’s fine. No harm done.”

You both stood in front of your bakery waiting for the other to speak.

“You’re not closing up early are you? The day hasn’t even started,” He asked, finally breaking the silence while glancing from you to the bakery.

“Sort of? For now anyways.”

He gave you a questioning look that made you want to elaborate immediately.

“I ran out of one the key ingredients that I needed to make one of my specialty loaves. I was gonna head on over to Kochi’s to see if he had anything in stock.”

“Oh no! …I think I heard my mom saying that Kochi’s not here right now,” he said with an apologetic look.

“What!?” You hadn’t heard anything about Kochi leaving.

“Yeah! He, uh, went back to Turkey for a family emergency or…something.”

“Crap, what am I gonna do now?” you mumbled to yourself.

“You know, I was heading to the forest just now, I could see if I can find whatever it is you need.”

“Oh, no, I couldn’t possibly trouble you…”

You never got his name…

“Felix,” He answered with a crooked smile.

“Felix,” you repeated softly, his smile turning into a grin once again.

“It’s no trouble at all Y/N. Just tell me what you need.”

Is your brain short circuiting? Did he just check you out? No right?

“L-Lavender..?”

“Lavender?”

Clearing you throat, you nodded.

“Alright, I’ll keep an eye out. I know a spot that should have some, be back in an hour. Hope that’s ok.”

“Yeah that’s fine, I’ll prepare something else in the meantime. As a thank you, I’ll give you one of whatever you want and a drink of your choice for free.”

“I’ll look forward to it,” he said while walking away, grin still plastered on his face.

You stared after him for a few moments before realizing what you were doing. Face flushing in embarrassment, you ran inside your bakery to get started on a different treat to put out.

But it was when you were mixing in the some wolfsbane to a muffin mixture that you realized, you’d never given Felix your name before, so how did he…?

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

Felix didn’t know if Kochi was really out of town or not as he walked down his usual path towards the forest. The route was actually out of the way from his mother’s place but he had his reasons for coming this way.

What he did know was that he finally got the chance to talk to the cute baker he’d been crushing on for the past who knows how long. He couldn’t keep the smile off his face even if he tried.

Something stirred in the air as he walked, and it wasn’t the magic that thrummed in his veins.

This in no way reflects the actual persons involved/based in this fic, nor their actual character. This is purely fiction.

© hippopotamusdreamer, est 2024. all rights reserved.

[shy-nightmare]

So the weasels visited me again last night. And they gave me a gift 🥺🎁

Since it's almost Christmas, I'll share what happened with you guys!😁 @weaselnerd, @lastofautumn and @los-angeles-toon-patrol, you guys are gonna crack up 🤣

So I'm at the tunnel in Mt. Hollywood, and I don't know how I got here. I scurry around, trying to find my way back to town when Smartass stops me

"Hey, dollface!" he calls out, stepping out of the tunnel with his boogle trailing behind him.

Oh Christ, what now? I think to myself and roll my eyes. Sighing exasperatedly, I turn to face him ready to escape whatever bullshit they have in mind for me this time. "Yeah?"

"Listen," the Brooklyn gangster holds his hands up nonchalantly, "We know we's been houndin' ya fer da last three months now-"

"You think?" I cut him off, glancing between him and Greasy with a raised brow. The Spaniard weasel greets me with a smug, perverse smirk and a flirty wink.

Smartass glares at me for a moment, then continues. "Anyway, I can only imagine how difficult it's been, postin' chapters and 'bakin'' art one month after anotha'. But since you've been woirkin' so hard, we thought it'd be real nice ta' give youse an early Christmas gift."

You can imagine my surprise as soon as he said those words. The weasels have a gift for me? And Smartass of all people helped?

That was...touching, to say the least. I was perplexed, but I knew there was a catch here. Especially if it's them. After a moment, I reply sassily, "You mean you'll stop the late-night hauntings? Or better yet, keep your horndog here away from me?"

Greasy arches a brow, then grins. "Oh, come on, querida. You're not still mad at me for that, are you?" he steps closer, wearing a sympathetic frown. "You've been so tense and stressed out, you needed a break. What kind of a gentleman would I be if I wouldn't offer a beautiful, hardworking woman such as yourself my services~?"

Again, I roll my eyes. "Oh please, the only service you could provide is giving Bongo a bonus for tossing your ass out of the Ink & Paint Club."

"DAAAAAMN!" Psycho and Wheezy both shout out as Stupid lost it, all laughing and chortling wildly at my roast. Greasy stares at me in jaw-dropped shock as Wheezy slips up behind to nudge his shoulder, "She just grilled yer ass, son!"

"STOP THAT LAUGHIN'!" Smartass barks out, and they shut up before he turns back to me. "Yer lucky we like youse, kid! We don't just hand out goodies fer anyone, y'know!"

"Wow, I feel so loved." I reply deadpanned and cross my arms, "So...whatcha got for me?"

Smartass smirks and digs into his jacket. He walks over to me and I keep my guard up, ready to flinch when...

...he gives me a present.

My eyes go wide. Wait, what?

"You..." I ask, speechless, "You guys actually got me a present?"

"Yeah," the gangster answers, and for a moment, I could've sworn I saw a tiny, sincere smile curl his lips. "We figured you desoirve somethin' special fer everythin' you've done and how hard you've woirked. So ta' cut tha' 'sentimentalist' bullshtick, Merry Christmas, Shy."

I couldn't blink. I couldn't even talk or think. I...was really not expecting this. Especially from Smartass.

This was so unexpected, I couldn't hide a smile. They got me a gift for Christmas. Isn't that sweet? 🥺

"Awe, you guys!" I gush while tearing off the wrapping, "Thank you! You really didn't have to--"

I open the gift and this is what they got me.

This. This right here. This is what they give me for Christmas.

An Eddie Valiant entrée wrapped in a Christmas present ¬_¬

I knew it. This was simply too good to be true.

Taking my silence for awestruck amazement, Smartass shrugs his shoulders half-heartedly and grins, "Yeah, sweet, ain't it? It's amazin' what ya can do with bendin' the laws of physics if you're a Toon."

"Uh...yeah, thanks." I thank him, keeping my smile warm and genuine. Damn, Valiant, looks like you've been hittin' the pig mask department again, huh?

"Yer welcome! Now before you go, there's somethin' we wanna ask ya."

Oh, boy. Should I even ask? 🙄

I sigh, "Yes?"

"WHEN WILL YOU POST CHAPTER SEVEN?!" all five weasels shout at me.

"Jesus Christ!" I yell back, waving my arms up, "Sometime next week, all right?! I've already decided when I'm gonna post it, let me figure out the time, please!"

This is one of the reasons why I post updates 😑

Anyways, hope you guys enjoy! 😊

[cadriox]

I also started reading TTG because of your recommendations and beautiful fan art and I have only a few chapters left until I'm caught up with everything and can I just say, it's getting to the point where if something happens and draco and ed or they end up separated in the end, I am going to be devasted and I will haunt your inbox forever for putting me through this pain!!!💔😭 I'm kidding, I know you have no control over what happens and overall I am still really glad I found this incredible fic because of you!!

ANON LISTEN. I WOULD BE, TOO. I WANT TO BE STRONG AND SAY IT'LL BE WHATEVER THE AUTHOR WANTS IT TO BE BUT DAMN I DON'T KNOW IF I CAN COPE DRAOCED NOT BEING TOGETHER BY THE ENDDDD.

Manifesting Draco leaving to amestris with ed I DONT CARE HOW I need it to happen.... let draco say avadacrada to father and finish the promised day in 2 hours so they can go out on a date and ed can start teaching draco alchemy and they can travel tog-

Anyway it's always my greatest pleasure to introduce people to TTG and DracoEd bc daaaaamn son they're intensely in love.........

Last but not least I've got a real funny edit I've never posted here but it's time now this is the most I've yapped about dracoed ANYWHERE. This has to be seen by the world now

(I forgot ed's entire arm lmaooooooo)

also pls dont forget to leave a comment on TTG bc damn Pree deserves it, and i loooove reading the comments it's only where you can find dracoed shippers lmao. (if you see me slowly rereading and giving almost every single chapter a comment like a serial killer pls dont mind me)

[tagedeszorns]

Fabius shook his head. ‘Perhaps I overestimate the intelligence of our species. Perhaps we are little more than psychopathic apes, driven to fashion clubs and smash out the brains of our closest neighbours.’

Reynolds, Josh. Manflayer (Fabius Bile: Warhammer 40,000 Book 3) (S.309). Kindle-Version.

Fulgrim clasped all four hands before him. ‘Now, your worth is established. Your place in the game set. Now, my son, you have purpose.’ ‘I always had purpose.’ Fulgrim smirked. ‘The galaxy has no need of a new humanity when the old one is still so tasty. But it does need monsters. And those who can make monsters.’

Reynolds, Josh. Manflayer (Fabius Bile: Warhammer 40,000 Book 3) (S.322). Kindle-Version.

Okay. Okay. Maybe I'm overreacting (I'm an EC-fan. Drama is my lifeblood).

But daaaaamn do I have a bad feeling about that upcoming novel.

Yes, Guy Haley is a solid author. Yes, he did Erebus well and has proven he can write the "badder guys" with some heartblood.

But. Firstly he's stepping into the biggest shoes of all Black Library: Josh Reynolds' Fabius-novels and -stories are a benchmark. Not only for the Chief Apothecary himself, but also the Emperor's Children as a whole. Nobody has ever written them with more nuance and empathy. He has made them cool again. He has given them flesh on way too bare bones. He made them understandable and likeable. He gave even side-characters the most amazing character-arcs. That's something most Warhammer-novels are seriously lacking. So what can Haley do? Keeping the Consortium and all of the rest of Fabius' colourful and amazing Warband out of sight? (that would suck so hard. All appearances of Fabius without them so far were very, very bleak in comparison) Or stepping up and trying to do them justice?

And secondly he has to avoid the usual "Chaos has to be horrible and has to lose"-pitfall of everything 40k. (yeah, yeah technically Fabius isn't Chaos but the smallest of Chaos gods himself ... 😉)

And this is something I am not seeing so far.

But I have to keep my hopes up, somehow.

(Also: I am really not interested in Cawl one bit. He bored me during the Heresy, he's boring me now. But if he's given less screentime than Fabius I am happy)

Upside: It's not McNeill!

Downside: Chris Wraight wrote great EC, too. Why not Chris Wraight?

[tsuki-sennin]

Cure Sky is a hero. With our final battle mere moments away, what terrible scheme has Skearhead brought forth? How will our dear Cures fare? Will the Empress have her heart mended?

Spoilers, I guess...

-Skearhead, that sunnova bitch.

-Oh she mad

-Prism, I don't think a paint palette's gonna patch impalement.

-Jesus Christ man, you

-"Maybe if she weren't such a weakling, she wouldn't be dying horribly."

-"Die like your father, you pinheaded son of an ice cream maker."

-holy shit a royal assassin

-The Emperor...

-Is that a heart tattoo on his arm? That's super adorable.

-"I traumatized you, yes."

-This is beyond fucked up, man, what the hell

-Ohhhhh

-D

-Darkhead.

-Okay, he quite literally personifies the villainy that the Underg preached.

-That's uh... quite interesting, actually.

-Dude

-Duuuuude.

-Skearhead shut the fuck up, you did like 30% of that.

-V

-Vessel???

-"Come, daughter of Sky Land."

-Daaaaaaamn, okay Wing! Good initiative.

-Aaaaand the party's been split.

-Imma be real, these guys have been jobbing lately, Butterfly probably could beat them all on her own if she moved fast.

-"Princess's orders~!"

-That's a big boy.

-You can do that too, eh, Majesty?

-All on her own...

-The Big Princess...

-We left our baby.

-"Do you know why I made you my vessel?"

-Hero...

-I see, Darkhead goes for the Zamasu approach.

-"Cure Sky, she's perfect."

-Daaaaamn, okay Sora.

-For the Empress!

-"Darkhead, your villainy ends today!"

-"Power is nothing without someone to use it. ...which is why power can use instead."

-OH

-Like canaries in a coal mine.

-"This mist is nothing! I've inhaled grosser and more dangerous things on jogs!"

-"Exactly what I've been looking for."

-Sky

-Sky no-

-Oh

-That is not right, that is not correct, that is not cool Toei.

-Okay, no it is, this IS SO SICK

-Aesthetically Underg Energy Sky pops the fuck off.

-This is the only time we've seen this asshole happy. How fitting.

-Ohhhhh

-Oh nooooooo

"Dulling hop! Suffocating step! Dark Jump~! Eternally falling black sky! Cure Darkhead~!"

-Goin' for the Warlock Punch!

-Hot damn, Prism's not even flinching

-YOOOO SORAAAAAA

-"Are you shitting me?! I lost...? I lost control of Cure Sky's body because her GIRLFRIEND-!?"

-The Empress's heart has been made whole again.

-"You're just like us, Empress Underg :)"

-"I'm no hero. Not yet at least. But with Prism, Majesty... Wing and Butterfly too... all of Sky Land and the people of Earth... and I guess now even you, Empress... I truly feel like I'm-"

-INVINCIBLE SEASON 2 PART 2 BABYYYYYY WOOOOOO

-Friendship confirmed, I repeat, friendship confirmed!

-Dang, you guys had fun, huh?

-Daijarg!

-"Listen pal, you really should go to bed."

-It's Hero Time~! Once more~!

-What a season this has been.

-Every time I thought it was getting a little stale, or that perhaps I wasn't taking things super seriously, it just pops back up to surprise me again.

-Excelsior, Cure Sky. You'd have done the legends behind so many of the world's best superheroes proud.

-One last Hirogaru Change for the road! Soaring to Infinity! Our World!

-Then after that...

-Doggy

[roosterbox]

It’s Done

I’ve finished watching Hannibal. And honestly idk how y’all survived that finale back in 2015. Goddamn.

Anyway, I took notes. Spoilers, obviously.

Notes on The Wrath of the Lamb

Oooooooh boy here we fucking goooooo. Idk if I’m ready for this, guys

Poor Chilton. Really.

And poor Reba! She’s so awesome.

Richard Armitage is really great as Dolarhyde.

He’s got such a deep fucking voice, damn son.

Go Reba go!

This is my last time seeing this intro. *sighs*

Side note: at least half of the ads I’ve gotten on Hulu since watching this show have been kind of queer themed. I’m not gonna say it was because of Hannibal, but I’m not not saying that either, lol.

Will and Reba, awww. These two.

Will is such a good, ugh. I love him.

Dig dat memory palace

Get you a man that looks at you like Hannibal Lecter looks at Will Graham.

“What a cunning boy you are.” HANNI you’re such a FLIRT, stahp.

Is he stopped? Is he really, Will?

All of Will and Hannibal’s scenes in the second half of season 3 are like two birds doing a matching pair of outrageous mating dances. While also shit-talking each other the whole time. Their courtship game is next level.

THE HAND ON THE GLASSSSSSS my hearrrrrrrt

Will tries breaking Hannibal’s heart again, lol.

Oh shiiiiiiit. Told you he wasn’t stopped, Will.

Francis, if you hurt my baby boy…

Jimmy and Zeller! I’m gonna miss you guys when this ends. Even you, Zeller.

Bedelia! I’m sure I’ll see you again…

Also Will is sooooooo bitchy to her, lmao. He’s so jealous.

But Bedelia does know all.

“Meat’s back on the menu” FORESHADOWING, lmao. I love jealous, bitchy Will so much.

Yeeesh, poor Chilton. It’s kinda strange, because if this had happened to movie!Chilton? I wouldn’t have cared. Movie!Chilton is a true and irredeemable asshole of the highest order. But something (be it the writing or Raul Esparza) made series!Chilton into a more interesting, sympathetic, well-rounded character than his film counterpart. Never would have thought going in that I’d actually like Frederick Chilton, lol.

Gotta say, I’m not super fond of Alana’s post time skip hairstyle. But that’s just me.

Hanni hopes Chilton won’t be very ugly. Nice reference to the Red Dragon book, though he was talking about Will in that.

I love it when Hannibal gets all menacing. I don’t actually find Mads that intimidating as a person, but when he gets like that? Almost.

“I’ll say pretty please.” Oh I’m sure you will, Will. I’m sure you will ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

All of their fucking scenes are supercharged with sexual tension, my god.

“I need you, Hannibal.” And just like that, all of Hanni’s fantasies are coming true. Well, almost all of them. We’ll get back to that…

The escape. Yessssss.

Oh hey Francis. Fancy seeing you here.

“Going my way?” ASDFGHJKJHGFDS THESE GUYSSSSSS

The way Will looks at Hannibal ASDFJKLBFJBLK I cannot.

btw I still remember that Bryan Fuller said that Will and Hannibal’s “lips were busy” while the time passed. Don’t think I’ve forgotten, lmao.

And they’ve changed clothes, hmmmmm

There’s the Goldberg Variations again.

“My compassion for you is inconvenient, Will” might as well have said he loves him, lol.

IT BEGINS.

Hanni deliberately stood in front of the window (and Will) to take the bullet.

WILL! Francis, you touched his FACE! His beautiful FACE! How could you?!

Pull out that knife, Will.

They kill as a team. How romantic 🥰 And thus marks the moment when literally all of Hannibal’s deepest fantasies came true.

Damn, son. Daaaaamn.

I love to see my baby boy go so FERAL. It’s my favorite headcanon about how they kill together: Hanni is very clean, collected, almost elegant. Whereas Will will go straight savage on a motherfucker.

The blood spreads like wings. That’s cute.

Oh my goooooood it’s HAPPENING.

“This is all I ever wanted for you, Will. For both of us.” AHHHHHHHH!

“It’s beautiful.” I AM SCREAMING AND CRYING AND ROLLING ON THE FLOOOOOOR.

I think I love this song tbh.

The EMBRACE.

The FALL.

And then they went on the run. Also they got married. And fucked. A lot.

OH HEY Bedelia. Bon Appetit!

And with that… my first time Hannibal viewing journey comes to an end. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t very emotional about it. Also about that cliff scene, GODDAMN. I’ll see about doing a big write up about my thoughts tomorrow. It’s getting a bit late for that now.

Summary: I loved it.

I’m off to read more fanfics, lol.

[plumbobusuninterruptus]

charlie here all "oh thank you so much that's so helpful, see uh, my girlfriend's pregnant you know how it is."

mele is probably squinting at him like "dude. that's literally oliana's ex i thought she was a lesbian WHAT is going on here" and charlie all "she is? damn, I didn't know, i showed up and then she showed up. you mean that kid that comes around is their son? daaaaamn."

[wisdomshoes]

WHEN I WASSS A YOUNG BOYYA MY FATAA TOOK MAY INTO THE CITAAAY TO SAAY A MARCHING BAAAAND HE SAID SON WHEN YOU GROW UP WOULD YOUUUUU BEEEE THE SAVIOR OF THE BROKEN THE BEAAATEN AND THE DAAAAAMNED

ray toro after the queeniest solo ever : B D

draw noelle in full black parade. bleach her blonde hair too while youre at it.

my castletown romance

[kitty-pixelz]

Alexis

[datleggy]

“no choir” by florence + the machine is a buddie song hands down. might be THE buddie song for me.

ok but that line???? 

“the loneliness never left me. i always took it with me. but i can put it down in the pleasure of your company” 

i’m deadass about to tattoo that entire lyric onto my body holy shit 

[dr-hops-thechronomadic-rabbit]

Started a new Viva Piñata garden, and turned one of the “evil” piñatas into a “good” piñata...AND LOOK WHAT THEY DID TO MY BOY!!! Absolute GlowDown™️