#clover fields au

[jonwalkerthebassplayer]

A STEP CLOSER TO HELL IS DONE

YES, YOU HEARD THAT RIGHT, DONE!!! (well there is an epilogue i am writing but like the story part, yeah, finally fuckin done)

It only took THREE WHOLE YEARS but shes done. Shes my child, my masterpiece, my magnum opus. Finally.

Chap 10 and 11 are up

AND YOU CAN READ IT HERE

[kumakooo]

“I'm sorry for your loss dear..”

“I wish you the best of luck, Miss Fields”

From this context

Mob Clover belongs to @chimeracarnival

Mob Red belongs to @maddiethehatter2192

(phew I finally had time to finish this..ahh it's super late tho..;-;)

[ghostyolive]

I think the thing that always makes me sad about Light and Aoi’s relationship after the second nonary game, be it platonic or romantic, is that despite their differences they both would’ve done the same thing in Aoi’s position. Like Light will forever have to live with somebody he cared about putting Clover, the person that he loved most, through absolute hell and depression but for a reason that he entirely understands. He almost certainly would’ve put Akane through the same pain if it meant protecting Clover. They ultimately parallel each other by being so selfless that they end up being selfish. The question ultimately becomes whether or not he can forgive Aoi because he would’ve done the same thing, or if he is obligated to hate him nonetheless.

[koifsssh]

thank you! (again!) (p.1!)

thank you very much for those who hung out with me on the whiteboard and magmas! it was very fun, bwah! this is very late considering everyone probably posted their sketches but i will post mine that haven't been shown!

(and other sillies of course!) (the whiteboard one i never finished, as i was kicked out... bwah!)

(theres quite a bite under the cut!)

Can we all just appreciate idol wally? he is so pretty...

[ drawn by the lovely @kumakooo of course! (to which the idol au belongs to! ]

last nights magma was crazy oh my goodness

additionally!

rainy kisses! kisses for the waiter! he deserves many kisses...

greaser au is so funny, silly if you will... a bit goofy even... especially if danny is involved!

(some Sillies with rainy... don't mind his appearance! hahaha!)

(im not able to put the last 3 in here, for i've hit the limit!)

but yes!!! very fun very silly! My heart grows fonder for the greaser au, there's so much you could do with a simple premise! im glad others like it as well!

(i thank @theknifeclown & @chimeracarnival personally for being silly with me, ehehehe)

part 2!

[pennyparsnip]

Howdy, Neighbors! Have you heard? A one Miss Clover Fields has passed away! What does this have to do with us over here at the Biggering AU? Well I’m glad you asked! We are making a cameo! Mister Onceler is going to be playing guitar in the funeral procession! I have to carry his huge jacket he insisted on having! Won’t you come join the festivities and say goodbye to our Neighbor Miss Fields?

[vivisols]

ooo! Can you draw Ash (ClawattheStars) eating a little crab treat, I feel bad for them and want them to have a nice little snack :)

Maybe a little head pat too, despite the fact they’d probably bite your hand off

they’re certainly enjoying it!

and you’re absolutely right! ash bites!!! xD though they’ll gladly accept some head pats from clover on their better days :3

[sir-incorrect]

@bibiana112 I want you to know I’ve been thinking about your tags since you left them on the original au post hsfghsfgh

[chiakinanami82]

Clover Field

Here’s Clover in the ZE MLP au! Yeah, it’s kind of crazy that her coat changes between entries, but maybe something affected her coat color. Also, I kept her name the same because it already sounds like a pony name.

[peachsukii]

₊✩‧₊ ⎯  clover blooms in the field 『 ♡ florist!yuuji x reader 』

content // juniors in college. modern au. yuuji works at his grandpa’s flower shop. reader & yuuji go to the same college. note // I missed softie Sunday last weekend 😭 I didn’t have time to finish this like I wanted so here it is this week! 『 #reis softie sundays 』

Sunday, a time of calm for most people, a day of rest and to ready yourself for the coming week. Not in the floral business - Sunday’s are their busiest day of the week. Something about it draws people in to buy flowers for any and all occasions.

Yuuji’s morning routine at the shop with his grandfather hasn’t changed in the last 6 years. He’s been working with him since his high school days, eager to learn about the family business to one day make it his own. The aroma of fresh coffee from the back of the shop mixes with the natural floral scent, creating a welcoming aura for their customers.

“Yuuji!” His grandfather calls. “Need you to de-thorn this shipment. We’ve got lots of roses for today’s pickups.”

“You got it!” Yuuji beams, skipping over to the table and beginning to unwrap the rose delivery from earlier that morning. He grabs his headphones, tosses them on and gets to work, effortlessly working the knife against the rose stems. A few hours pass, full of restocking, pickups, and last-minute arrangement requests. Yuuji’s looking through the online receipt for his next arrangement and recognizes your name.

Oh! We have the same lecture hall at school. I think the girl that sits behind me?

He takes a few extra minutes to make the bouquet you ordered, making sure it's in pristine condition. Right as he wraps the bow around the stems, the bell above the door to the shop chimes. Yuuji pops his head out from the back to greet the customer.

"Welcome to Itadori Family Floral!"

You wave to him cheerfully. "Hey, Yuuji. About time I finally caught you here."

He trots to the front counter with your flowers in hand. "Oh, hi! I'm only here whenever I can help out 'cause of school. Sorry if you were looking for me! I can ring you up down here."

"Thanks." You smile and walk with him to the register. Handing him your credit card, you tap your fingers against the countertop nervously. "I wanted to ask you something if you're not too busy."

Yuuji's eyes twinkle when he looks up at you. "Sure! What's up?"

His adorable dimples fills your stomach with butterflies.

"We have that midterm coming up and I was wondering if you wanted to get dinner sometime and study," you ask, fluttering your lashes and brushing over his fingers when you take card the back. "My treat. What do you say?"

Yuuji practically jumps over the counter in excitement. "I'd love to! How about Friday night?"

Taking your flowers, you turn on your heel and look back at him with a satisfied grin. "You got it, gumdrop. See ya Friday."

[geno2108]

How about an au where Asriel and chara never went through with their plan and they’re living happily but it throws everything off. Lil sans never looses his two childhood friends and doesn’t become depressed. Papyrus isn’t even made because gaster doesn’t think sans desperately needs a friend. When gaster dies sans doesn’t quit his science career to take care of papyrus so he becomes the royal scientist. Asgore and Toriel still divorce. Asriel and chara plan on ruling the underground together. Asgore and Toriel are actually aging. The other fallen humans get adopted instead of killed and maybe with sans on the science team too the underground advances in the scientific fields faster. Yknow since we know sans is really smart. Maybe with his help the DT experiments could be saved with some sort of stabiliser or something. Maybe with Alphys not having anything to feel guilty for she and undyne would have never met. Maybe alphys would date another scientist (potential sansxalphys) what about if when clover fell they could go to the surface with seven living humans, preventing frisk from even being important and preventing the genocide route

New au

What should I name it

[pincushionx]

Toh Hospital Au

(I’ve never actually watched any hospital dramas before)

This is just a adult human Au except with a focus on medicine

Luz, an oncologist, was determined to be one after the passing of her father.

Amity, pediatric rheumatologist, inspired by her own hand pain. Was originally going to be a dermatologist to make Odalia proud but met Luz in college after becoming roommates with her and changed her plans into a field she was actually passionate in. Pediatric because is Amity good with kids.

Vee is a RN in the ER. She good at adapting at different situations which is good for more high stake places like the ER. Her and Luz are sisters of course with Camila very proud of them both. She’s adopted. She didn’t want to go to medical school so decided on being a nurse instead. Worked in the hospital longer than Luz.

Gus is a patient advocate, he would be good very successful at his job and passionate on helping his clients receive the best treatment he can. He’s taken many clients with Luz.

Willow is sports medicine physician because it’s in her interest in athletics and helping others. She definitely still a plant addict and they cover her house and garden.

Hunter is a cytopathologist. He had a tough past (understatement) and was pretty isolated in college and medical school. He thought it would be the same in the hospital since he already took a no live patient job until he transferred to a different hospital and met Luz in the Cancer unit when diagnosing some patients. Where she invited him to hang out after work and they became friends along with the others.

They all look like older versions of their post-canon looks since they’re all in the mid 30s, except Gus who is like 31 to 32. Hunter still has his scars except their burn scars instead of possession ones. Luz and Amity are married and live together. Belos died sometime in Hunter stay in medical school and Amity, and her siblings are no contact with Odalia

Stringbean in a normal snake that Luz got from a rescue, Emmiline is a normal chameleon Gus recused, ghost is a normal cat Amity got in college, Clover is a bunny rescue( I’m not giving Willow a pet bee I’m sorry, instead her fathers do bee keeping as a hobby). Flapjack a cardinal that just lives with Hunter, like one day he showed and didn’t leave, he basically made Hunter his pet. Also Waffles does the same thing a few years later (because I love her). Flapjack lives longer than the average cardinal due to Hunter basically taking care of him. The other laugh when they find out he basically has two wild birds living with him.

Belos was pretty abusive to Hunter growing up until Hunter fled for college after realizing that it wasn’t right how he was treating him. He tried going no contact a few times but always broke it untill Belos eventually passed away while he was in medical school after succumbing to an illness. Belos was a successful pastor. (He was the owner one of those mega churches n stuff.) Hunters parents are Caleb and Evelyn. Caleb was killed by someone “unkown”, Evelyn died from an accidental overdose when Hunter was young, where Belos got custody of him rather than the Clawthorne family. The burn scars came from an “accident” in middle school for Hunter.

Gus went to high school early and had a hard time with people not taking him seriously in both school and even when doing his job ( no body cared in college) but was able it receive support from his friends and push forward.

They all met in college and became friends (except Hunter who went somewhere else). Amity and Willow here childhood friends before Amity began bullying her in middle school where they went to separate high schools. Gus and Willow met in high school and were also roommates in college.

Other notes,

Viney is a general practitioner, puddles is an absurdly large pigeon she has.

Emira is a paramedic.

Other characters are not in the medical field like Edric who’s a small animal veterinarian, Lilith who is a historian, and Eda who is a store owner.

Again this is basically my Human realm Au with emphasis on the medical field.

[sxilor-1010]

With that, I'm done with the ref for my take on Starlo! It could count as a canon divergence AU design of the sorts (said au is the pacifist route for UTY), so I had a lot of fun designing and coloring this! It was a good exercise too when it comes to sprite editing :)

Some extra headcanons I couldn't fit into the reference will be below the cut! (And the headcanons from the reference if nobody can read them) Maybe next time, I could work on Martlet or Ceroba? 🤔

• His poncho was made from an old grain sack he found in the corn field nearby his family's farm.

• His entire body can glow, from his freckles to his entire tail. An example would be when he blushes. His tail also rattles when upset, nervous, or angry. When calm, it emits a shimmering noise akin to a baby rattle.

• Besides his cowboy like attacks, he can also use light attacks such as beams and constructs.

• The star badge on his hat can be swapped with other shaped badges. He bought these as a set from Blackjack.

• Starlo's full name is Starlo U. Polaris. The middle name being Ursa. He's 28 with his birthday being on 8/27, and he stands at a whopping 7'1 in height. (Blame the growth spurts.)

• His revolver is named Starshot due to the star shaped barrel at the front. He also decorated it with a couple star stickers he found lying around his house.

• He's still the same in terms of personality, but he's grown a bit wiser and flirter too. Overall's he's pretty mature than what he used to be when he was younger.

• After the events of UTY, the little wheat tucked into his hat is replaced with a Clover in honor of his gone friend, and after the events of Undertale (a few years after UTY), He & The Feisty Five start their own band after realizing they can't be cowboys on the surface. Starlo, however, still does cowboy work in the form of a secret vigilante. As for the band, its named 'The Cosmic Starliner'.

• While he refuses to show it, Starlo suffers from gender dysphoria even after he's fully transitioned. Only Ceroba knows the full extent of how bad it is. He also suffers from anxiety and panic attacks if bad memories are brought up (ex: jokes / remarks about clover and their death)

• When he's not having fun with his posse or hanging out with Ceroba, sometimes he likes to take solo walks (or 'Adventures' as he calls it) through the Dunes and pretend he's on a quest. He often comes back either perfectly fine, a bit injured, or carrying a lot of stuff he found out of curiosity.

[meltedbluecaterpillar]

Hemophiliac

you are here - ch. ii - ch. iii - ch. iv

A/N: This is a commission for @twisted-desires . I am a big fan of vampires and this will be another male!reader. The AU is... It is a little modern... But more... A form of the 50's or 60's in a way. Don't think too hard about it...

tags: vamp!male!reader x noble!riddle rosehearts, aged up au (Riddle is 20+, reader is 200+) wc: 1k+

Riddle sobbed quietly, stuffing some of his clothes into a small leather suitcase. Big round tears rolled down his cheeks as he wiped at his face with a pale shaking hand. “She’s so… Just so awful to me…” He whispered under a croaked breath. Hiccuping softly he crossed the room to grab his coin purse from his vanity, adding it to his suitcase as well. Riddle Rosehearts has always obeyed his mothers wishes. He has always done what she asks of him even if he didn’t want to. But this was something he would refuse to do.

His mother is the most well respected doctor in the country. Especially being a woman in the field of medicine while his father was off in another country for reasons he couldn’t get answers to. He wondered if the reason his mother arranged a marriage without Riddle’s knowledge was because of this. Just telling him over lunch this afternoon that he was set to marry a woman he has never met before. “Just because I’m twenty years old doesn’t mean I want to marry… She married when she was twenty three… Maybe I want to wait…” Riddle grumbled bitterly to himself as he zipped the suitcase shut and looked around his large bedroom. It was illuminated by a yellowing gas lamp chandelier high above him. 

Everything he owned was selected by his mother. Clothes, books, the very bareboned decor… Even the cream and olive colored wallpaper with fern lace. He had nothing of his own that he could truly feel attached to in this large and lonely manor. It was hardly a home. It was just a place he lived in. That is why it felt so much easier to run away under the cover of the gray, cottony clouds and the blacked out moon. He sniffled away one final time before grabbing a thin necklace with a small silver cross, and his thick, red, traveling cloak. The sky was starting to rumble, and the delicate tap of rain pelted against his bedroom windows. 

It was dark. The moon had vanished as he slipped past the servants quarters, down the marble stairs, and out the heavy doors of the manor. He held tightly to his leather suitcase, keeping it protected beneath his cloak as the rumbling grew louder and the rain fell harder. Riddle cautiously avoided the puddles as he raced up to the iron gate. His body was thin enough for him to slip through, but his bag was the problem. He pulled and grunted, attempting to yank the bag through the bars before slipping and landing on the soaked ground. His bag tumbled into a large mud puddle on the other side. He would be traveling even lighter than expected. 

Riddle despised the dirt, but he had no time to complain. He had to leave now or be trapped in a loveless marriage with a woman he didn’t know. The young man kneeled in the softened earth, sticking his arm through the water soaked bars to pull his bag close enough to dig through. Riddle would only take his coin purse and abandon the rest. It didn’t matter. All of his clothes are things his mother bought him. Riddle rose to his feet, the small purse tight in his icy fingers as he began to walk down the lonely dirt path. No destination in mind. Only the rain and cold kept him company as the manor shrank behind him. Riddle had never done anything like this. He had fantasized about running away. Of vanishing into thin air with no traces of him ever existing. But everyone reaches a breaking point. This was his. 

It was exhilarating, 

This newfound freedom to wander the world as a proper adult. No one would tell him what to do. Riddle could live in the forest among the deer and the little bluebirds. He could bathe in the rivers and nap in a patch of clover. All very idealistic despite the stormy weather. But that would be for the future when he abandons the modern world for a life among the trees. For now he needs somewhere to hide from the rain. “If I seek shelter from Trey… My mother will surely find out. Pinkā is completely out of the question.” He murmured as he found himself nearing a wooded area. If he camped out in a cave for the night he would have better luck in the morning. With the moon and stars hidden it was impossible to see anything. So he would just have to pray. The foliage was thick, branches swatting against Riddle’s legs as he continued his trek. His boots continuously became stuck in the soft soil, and it became harder and harder to walk among the dark trees. Riddle didn’t mind. He actually was enjoying himself. 

For the first time in his life he was able to go somewhere alone. Even if he had no real destination in mind, his mother wasn’t holding his hand. Riddle is an adult and he wants to be seen as one. As he walked, he made it to a clearing. One he couldn’t recall ever seeing near the manor in the past. A small manor, appearing ancient and gothic with its architecture. A large iron gate surrounded the area but Riddle was confident in his thin frame to squeeze through the bars. The cobblestone path clicked beneath his heels as he avoided the larger puddles. The plants all looked dead, yellowing and bone dried under the sun. Riddle walked closer and closer, feeling the chill from the sleet starting to settle into his bone marrow. Maybe the place was abandoned? He now stood at the doorstep, staring at the heavy oak double doors with a trembling fist. He would knock and announce himself. If no one answers he will just let himself in. It isn’t a crime to break into an abandoned building. Riddle will just say he was sleepwalking. 

Before Riddle could muster any more courage, the door suddenly opened and a masculine frame greeted him. But something felt wrong. Riddle just hasn’t pieced together what.

[inkluvs]

fields of white clover

knight! steve harrington x fem!princess!reader

content warnings: time period discrepancies. cinderella reference kinda. royal au. steve is literally obsessed with you. hopper as a father figure. this is pretty much just world building.

summary: steve catches sight of you at a ceremony and finds you fascinating <3

a/n: posted 2 months or so ago originally (copy and pasting the original a/n bcos most of it still applies), i wanna thank @maddipoof for being my cheerleader n figuring out all of my incoherant thought with their super special decoder abilities <3 also @livingintheupsidedown ; @crappymixtape ; @ghostlyfleur ; @forevermoreharrington ; @theemporium ; and @beezywriting since they all read bits of it i was unsure about <3 also this is just the set up for future stuff and nothing really happens <3 it's just steeb being sorta head over heels for u <3

part one // series masterlist // taglist

You didn’t quite understand what you were doing with hundreds of nobles and servants around you. You knew what it was, of course, a ceremony; the kind you were required to be at to prepare you for your future, but you'd been spared any more details. It was funny, the way you’d been told that your presence was of the utmost importance this time in particular and still you had been given no details on why you had to be there, nor were you given details on why you couldn't sit in your regular seat. 

You normally wouldn’t mind it, the extent to which you’d been kept in the dark, but it would be helpful to know why there were so many pairs of leering eyes, staring at you like they were waiting for you to mess up. 

The majority of the time you had a choice. Whether or not you wanted to attend had always been an opportunity you'd chosen to take every time it had been offered. So much so that despite never having been taught about the process of swearing fealty in detail until you were fifteen, you’d been able to recite the oath at any given moment since the age of ten. 

Using your hand to shield your eyes from the sunlight, you noticed a man a couple of meters from you doing the same. He was tall, his hair a honey blonde in the sunlight. Something about him made him look ethereal despite not being able to see the details of his face. The way the light was reflecting off the metal of his armor and towards you, the direction shifting ever so slightly when he turned his torso gave him a sort of glow. There was a dull ache in the back of Steve's eyes. The throbbing only increased as he squinted, his eyelashes fluttering as he looked around. 

The way his curiosity seemed to heighten when he caught sight of you was similar to that of a child when they're told not to do something. It was the way he knew he shouldn't stare, that somebody would reprimand him later, but he couldn't help but think that there was something off about you. He didn’t know how he came to that conclusion, perhaps it was how out of place yet well-adjusted to your surroundings you seemed. It seemed like you’d done this before, so much so that you were bored. 

Steve couldn't if your uninterest intrigued him or offended him, maybe it was both, the irritation leading him to find curiosity in your nonchalance. He also couldn't tell why his train of thought was leading him there, maybe he was just as uninterested and you'd been the first person to openly display it, or maybe he simply found you that captivating. Something about the way you presented yourself was inherently enchanting to him. Suddenly, Steve from his thoughts, the whistle of the wind was no longer the only thing he could hear as heat rose to his cheeks.   

“Something catch your eye?” a familiar voice quipped. Steve shook his head quickly before shifting his attention to his surroundings, almost disoriented before he remembered where he was and what he’d been doing. He looked back to see who’d asked only to realize it was the face of a man he’d half recognized, not quite sure of his name. He turned back to you intending to only look for a second, but once again he ended up staring. The fact that you could so easily immerse him in you, the thoughts circling his mind of things unfamiliar and foreign to him, without even speaking to him was terrifying.  

Somehow, Steve composed himself enough to notice the king’s attempt to gather everybody's attention. In a matter of minutes, everybody had quieted down, waiting for the king to speak as the wind bit at their skin.   

The king took his stance next to you, standing tall above the crowd on the dais with the queen on his arm. He nodded once to the herald and looked across the crowd. The same routine as every ceremony.   

“My beloved subjects,” but you were new, “I am honored by your service and fealty. There is no prouder king than I, standing before you.” A lady in waiting possibly, “Time and again you have shown your strength, honor, and allegiance to your king, your royal family, and your country. You have my endless gratitude.” No, you’re too beautiful for a lady in waiting.

“But I would be doing us all a great disservice if I did not extend my thanks to my daughter,” a duchess, maybe, “The princess.” The king’s words echoed in the pavilion as the crowd muttered with uncertainty. He held his hand out to you, and you stepped forward hesitantly.

She’s the princess.

“The relentless devotion she has shown to our country and our people is beyond words. There is no greater love than that of your princess to her kingdom. I am certain she will be a most beloved queen, and as that time draws nearer, as does her coronation. Your next pledge shall be not only to me as your king but to her as your crown princess as well. I know you will all do well to honor your allegiance to her as she shall to you.”  

Everything seemed to come together in his mind at once, why you had looked so bored and why you struck him as different than anybody he’d ever met before. Now that he thought about it, you must’ve been to at least twenty of these ceremonies, each with a similar if not exactly the same speech and the same people. As much as he hated to admit it, Steve felt a stab of pity for you. He was only able to continuously attend such events since he had a choice, at least the majority of the time. And though he would never say it, out loud he still didn’t always enjoy every one he’d been to.    

And suddenly he was moving forward. He’d found himself lost in thought yet again, unaware of the fact that he'd been moving till somebody behind him bumped into him. His boots suddenly felt tight against the sole of his feet, his legs stiff as he fought the urge to turn around and leave. He wouldn’t do it of course, but somehow the thought of getting closer to you made him jittery. He flexed his palm before squeezing it into a fist, repeating the motion until his muscles became less tense.   

Steve couldn’t remember when he’d started this habit of sorts, just that it was now second nature to him, subconsciously flexing his hand and then squeezing it into a fist when he was trying to control himself or occasionally when he needed to focus. He was doing the latter now, still repeating the action as the leather heel of his boots sunk into the grass, the dirt muddy from rain the previous night. He stopped walking just as abruptly as he’d started, now a few inches from the dais.     

Steve looked at you again, except this time he was close enough to notice the slight pucker in your brow. The sunlight was no longer obstructing his vision as he saw you instinctively straighten your back with the weight of thousands of leering eyes. The pucker in your brow seemed to ease as the crowd dispersed, your eyes raking over the crowd until they caught sight of him staring back at you. Your lips twitched as you considered how you should respond before you decided on simply smiling at him. Steve mirrored your expression, and he felt a sudden sense of relief surging through him at your lack of reaction. It took him a moment to realize you were motioning him to come closer, and another minute for him to work up the courage to do so.  

You slowly lowered yourself off of the dais, praying that nobody was paying enough attention to you to notice before you landed on the ground. The grass crunched under your feet and you. Steve couldn’t tell how but you were more captivating up close. His eyes strayed to the curve of your lips, tracing the soft dip of your waist apparent in your kirtle.  

And suddenly, in a whirlwind of motion, you were gone. Steve looked around for the deep maroon of your dress, turning around until he noticed a scrap of the fabric left behind on the dais. He looked to his left and then his right before carefully pulling the cloth from the nail it had gotten caught on. Looping it around his wrist once, he tied a knot, just tight enough that it wouldn’t slip off. 

It wasn’t wrong, right? He intended to give it back to you, though he didn’t have the slightest clue when that was.  

- 

Steve’s back ached when he woke up. He didn’t know why, and he also didn’t know when he’d gotten back to his bed, but that was something to think about later. Instead, he was worrying about what he’d do with the shred of your dress, which was still on his wrist despite his tendency to move around in his sleep. 

“Are you up yet?” a familiar voice pierced through the momentary veil of silence in the manor. He sat up, fiddling with the fabric in an unsuccessful attempt to undo the knot he’d tied the previous day. Hopper saw the deep maroon of the fabric before he could hide it and Steve sucked in a breath through his teeth, waiting for his response. 

“How did you get that?” he paused. Steve opened his mouth to reply but Hopper's eyes went wide as he cut the boy off, “Tell me you didn’t steal it.” 

Steve shook his head almost instantly, appalled that the thought had even crossed the man's mind. Hopper seemed to deflate with relief. 

“I found it,” he explained vaguely. Hopper held back a laugh at the boy's unclear clarification.

“Yeah?” Steve nodded, “who’s is it?” 

And suddenly, over two decades' worth of barriers Steve had built around his vulnerability fell all at once. He looked at Hopper like a guilty little boy, like he’d accidentally dropped and shattered his mother's vase and he’d been caught near the scene. He looked at Hopper like he was scared of his potential response. The intensity of his gaze softened at the boy’s silence. He somehow seemed to understand Steve’s sensitivity regarding the subject.

“I found it on the edge of the dais,” he wasn’t technically lying. 

“You still aren’t answering my question,” Hopper said quietly. 

“You won’t be mad?” the man shook his head earnestly

“I found it at the ceremony yesterday,” Steve paused, thinking over his next words, “It’s from the princess’s dress, got torn on a screw” 

Somehow, when the words finally started falling from his tongue, they wouldn’t stop or slow down, the sentences he strung together becoming more rushed and incoherent with each passing one, the words toppling on top of one another and slurring in his throat as he recalled what had happened the previous day. 

“You should’ve seen her,” he trailed off, his eyes staring off into space as he smiled all fond. Hopper smiled at the boy’s lovesick demeanor, an odd sense of pride filling him with Steve’s vulnerability. It wasn't often that he opened up, so Hopper made sure to recognize it when he did.

“Are you going to give it back?” he prodded gently. Steve nodded.

“Next time I see her, yeah,” he replied, frowning as he did so. Steve hated the uncertainty of it all, the fact that he didn’t know when he’d see you next, or that he didn’t know what you wanted to say to him the previous day. He detested the spontaneity of it and the idea that he didn’t know the next time he’d bump into you, having been used to rigid rules and calculated decisions, yet Steve thought he could get used to it for you.

[rwby-confess]

Aight you want Rare Pairs? Death's WhiteRose. My ot3. Ruby/Weiss/Young Maria Calavera. I have people refuse to draw art of them because it's 'problematic' ignoring that it's almost always a Maria was born later au.

Maria gets two people who don't care about her name she can trust to watch her back (cause clearly silver eye warriors have to worry about salem trying to kill them so in that they can be united).

Ruby gets a slightly older S.eves mentor, Weiss gets people who care about her for her, and Whiterose get a more battle hardened battle bae who will teach them how to fight to survive.

Ruby and Maria are gremlins off the field and help Weiss relax as Weiss helps keep the two of them on track.

Weiss supports, and fights at range. Ruby can do either, but Maria is the close combat master between them.

Their songs are all counterpoints of each other (using Grimm Reaper as Maria's songs), they have complimentary colors, and Maria is absolutely the type to make them talk things out when the going gets tough.

Each of them is missing a parent, at least one rather, and they're all very very lonely people, and the idea of them finding companionship in each other is great.

If maria was young in canon I do have to admit I don't know if I'd ship Ruby with Weiss, or Maria more, but thankfully with fanfic I don't have to make such a choice.

#2 jailbirds

I feel like this gets slept on because it's a m/f ship. I have no honest idea why people ship Robyn with winter instead because Qrow outside of Ruby and Yang is the only person to show interest in who Qrow is as a person.

Clover usually just ignored Qrow's semblance or feelings because he didn't HAVE to deal with the side effects of Qrow's semblance, but Robyn, did, and does.

She stays regardless. On the plane when Clover got up and was about to arrest Qrow, Robyn literally goes straight to the nuclear option of 'i will murder you if you try to arrest this man'.

She, and Qrow are both headstrong people, but Qrow has shown he's willing to listen to her, and she to him. She talked him down from wanting to murder Ironwood, he clearly values and listens to her.

She built him a monument to his niece, and they have complimentary fighting styles (she can fight out of range of his semblance ala Ruby in the Tyrian fight). They're both the sort of fighter who learns the same way.

When the chance to escape happens the first thing they do is make sure the other is alright.

Time, and time again she has had to deal with his semblance (hey plane crash, tyrian escaping, getting arrested and so on), and the bad luck it brings, and time and time again she has consistently chosen to be there for Qrow, and treat him like a person and not his semblance.

Imagine Qrow having a bad day, and then Robyn just gently takes his hand, and tells him he is more than his semblance, and he's a great person worth getting to know, and she's not leaving, and then her hands glow green.

Just god man, but not let's ship Robyn and Winter because it's two women who never interact but are both from Atlas. Gag me.

I have more, but eh flooding your ask enough as is.

Confession #110

[vivisols]

How did Ash and their partner meet?

they met clover at a cafe around 8 years ago!!!! ash wanted to know about the type of camera he had with him (clover is a photographer) then they started talking from there (:3