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alexa-yukiyu · 24 days ago

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I don't know if your still taking request but, can you do platonic whitebeard pirates x tween reader who is a marine but is so chill. Tween reader didn't want to be a marine but they have a super powerful devil fruit and are being forced by the World Goverment to train. Tween reader and there group they are training under gets captured by the Whitebeared pirates.

But Tween reader is so polite and low-key chill and apologizes for there coworkers rudeness. They are really hungry and ask if there is a chef on board to make some food because they haven't eaten all day from training. Lets be honest whitebeard would never turn a child down, the Whitebeard pirates are like: why is this polite child with the marines????? Hell tween reader even offers to help wash the dishes when they are done, not out of fear but them just being genuine because the a bunch of pirates didn't have to feed reader but they did anyway.

Last Resort ft Whitebeard pirates

Yahooo! Here we go an actual update after so long, I ‘m onto putting together the next one and we speak and hopefully I will get at least one done during my plane ride. Anon I ‘m not sure if you’re still here but I hope this is somewhat under the lines you were looking for

I also wanted to take some time to thank @hannahbarberra162 for helping me get through this block I had and helping me get the fic done. So if you have time please go check her out she is an amazing author and I am sure you will fall in love with her writings!

Reader here is replaced by Dokucha which stands for reader in japanese for the enjoyment of both reader and oc readers!

“Ah! I’m so glad we got that mission done. I am so hungry,” Dokucha sighed, sitting on the ship’s main deck as they stretched their arms, a small smile on their face.

“It’s all thanks to you, Dokucha!” One of the marines excitedly prattled, many behind him echoing his sentiment.

“Oh! Thank you, Arnold, but you are underestimating the strength you and the rest of you guys have. I assure you the mission could not be complete if you were not here; after all, I am just a child.”

“Dokucha!” the marines cried, elated at their superior’s words. Within the Marines, it was not uncommon to find higher-ups who looked at those ranked below them as just that, something that was beneath them. Even rarer were higher-ups who maintained respect towards them; such reason was why the crew was so enamored by the young Commodore and faithfully followed them despite their age.

“Hahaha! That's what makes you so amazing, Dokucha; you are merely twelve and have already been given the rank of a Commodore and under Sengoku himself, no less!” Arnold continued as he gave the tween a pat on the back, a proud smile on his face.

“Ah, I’m sure I have only made it this far because of my fruit,” They called as they lifted their hand, watching as some debris on the deck slowly levitated in synchrony with their motion.

“Anyone can eat a devil fruit, Dokucha, but not everyone can Master at the speed you have done; you are deserving of your title.”

“Too bad it is not able to help with our ration situation,” They called, smoothly moving past the topic, much to the marine’s chagrin.

“Don’t worry, Commodore; we are sure to encounter pirates on the way to headquarters, so I’m sure we can raid one of their ships; I’m sure the scumbags won’t mind after we get rid of them.”

They shook their head at his words but made no further comment as they waved the Captain off.

“C-Commodore! It’s the Whitebeard pirates.” One of the lookouts cried, launching the marines into action mode, and both the Commodore and the Captain made their way to the bow, easily spotting the mothership of the Emperor slowly approaching them.

“Men to your positions! Prepare the Canons!” The Captain roared only to be stopped as the Commodore raised a hand his way

“No. Stand down”

“C-Commodore?”

“We are no match for them; if we engage them in a fight, we are sure to die; our only hope here is to try to talk our way out,” they reasoned.

“We have you! Commodore!”

“Yes, and they have over a hundred, many of which have bounties of over a million and sometimes even over a billion. I am thankful for your faith in me, but I cannot take a whole crew alone, much less an emperor, so please stand down.”

The marine continued to stare at the child, seemingly conflicted about following such orders until, finally, he let out a sigh.

“Very Well, Commodore; We trust you.”

“Thank you. I will try to make contact with them to see if we can make a deal; in the meantime, attempt to sail away; it is the best we can do in this situation!” they called as they hurriedly made their way below deck.

“Yes! Commodore!” The Marines called as they began to move into their needed positions

However, as they began discussing how they could get away from this situation, a voice called from the water, Startling the marines as they took their eyes off The Moby dick and began to search for the source.

“C’mon! You made it all the way here, so why not join the party?!”

“Who?!”

“Right here, pal,” the same voice called from behind them. They turned around, hearts sinking as they spotted the Second Division Commander on the deck of their ship. With their eyes on the mothership, they had failed to notice the infamous Strider leaving the galleon and speeding their way to the marine vessel.

“You can’t possibly think that we would simply let you barge into our territory and leave unscathed, did you?” Much to their horror, he teased as he ignited his fist in fire.

It took him a few minutes to completely take over the ship. He made easy work of the marines as he sat on the vessel’s deck completely at ease, ignoring the various insults the men were furiously throwing at him.

“Am I setting it on fire?” He questioned, looking up at Marco, who had made landfall on the ship shortly after Ace had finished rounding up all the marines on the deck.

“Yes, but we have to get rid of them first to make sure none of them gets out; one of our islands is nearby, and the last thing we need is a rogue marine causing a ruckus in it-yoi.”

“Alright,” he called, shooting up and dusting nonexistent dust from his hands as he made his way to the tied-up men, pulling out his dagger.

“No hard feelings, gentlemen,” he called with a grin as he lowered the weapon to the first marine, only to let out a surprise sound as the knife left his hands, seemingly being pulled by an invisible force and into the hands of a newcomer.

“I must ask you not to harm my men,” they called.

“Your men?”

“Dokucha! You’re back! Show these scumbags who they are messing with!” one of the Marines called elatedly, only to frown as they simply shook their head.

“I do apologize for my men. I hope you can understand their standing towards one we are trained to take down,” they began as they walked closer to the men, placing themselves between the commanders and the Marines. They extended the knife back to Ace, who hesitantly grabbed it, beyond confused at their words.

“Dokucha! You don’t have to step down to their level! Please!” One of the Marines cried

“Just leave this to me, alright?” they called with a small smile, turning back to the two men in front of them.

“Not every day a marine apologizes to pirates-yoi.”

“Well, it was our mistake to come into your territory, so it’s only fair to own to my mistakes.” they shrugged.

“Well, I’m glad one of you finally understands you’re mistaken. I like ya, kid! “Ace calls, bouncing up from his previous confusion as he throws the tween a grin

“That being said, we are of no threat to you, and as you can see, I have no intention of engaging with you or the mothership and must ask that you let us go.”

“You seem reasonable-yoi so you can understand why we cannot do that. If we let one intruder go by, many more will come into our territory thinking the same will apply to them; next thing you know, our islands and the people we protect in them will be put in danger.”

“I do understand that, so why don’t you take me as a hostage?”

Ace let out a small whistle at their statement, impressed at their bold suggestion.

“Dokucha!”

“No!”

“Please don’t worry about us.”

“You will have the ship’s commander with you and send my men back as a warning; that would suffice, right?” they call, ignoring their men’s cries.

“You’re awfully calm for someone who is basically offering to get kidnapped,” Ace mused.

“I pride myself in keeping calm. There’s no good screaming it out, right?”

“You’re good at it.”

“Thank you”

Marco rolls his eyes at the interaction, but one can see an amusement growing in his eyes at the ridiculous exchange going on before him. Fishing out a small cuff from his pocket, he extends it to the tween, urging them to grab it.

“Alright, your crew can leave if you stay-yoi,” Marco agreed, watching as they seemed to breathe at the news. Fishing out a small cuff from his pocket, he extended it to the tween and urged them to grab it, watching as the kid did so, nearly buckling down in the process.

“This is-

“Seastone,” Marco confirmed

“Sorry, kid, we don’t know what your devil fruit is capable of or what your intentions are, but! As soon as we clear that up, we will take it off!” Ace promised

“But.” Marco cut in, his previous amusement now gone as he began addressing both the Commodore and the crew behind them.

“If they make any movement that is not to leave our territory or if they come back, no amount of negotiating will change the outcome-yoi.” He finished; he didn’t need to explain what such an outcome would be; both Dokucha and the crew were very well aware of what he meant would happen.

“Clear; now that that’s out of the way, do you happen to have a chef on board? See, it seems we made a small miscalculation regarding our rations, so my men are quite hungry, and I would hate to send them off in such a state.”

The two commanders looked at the child gaped; they had just delivered the news that a single mistake would mean they would be wiped out, and their response to that was to ask for food?.

At their reactions, they tilted their heads sideways in a confused manner, a thought suddenly occurring to them as they hit their fist on their open palm in realization.

“Oh, you must be worried about the mess it will be to feed a small crew. Not to worry; I can take care of the mess myself!”

“That’s not the problem-yoi!”

“Ara?”

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“So, What’s the plan? What are you going to do with me?” Dokucha questioned as they stood up from their place on the striker, now having sailed away from their battleship and making their way up the galleon that was the Moby Dick.

“We’re not interested in hurting a kid if that’s what you’re asking-yoi. But as to what exactly we will do, it will depend on Pops,” Marco assured them, easily pulling Dokucha over the railing and onto the ship’s deck.

“Well, then, I hope he’s a nice guy,” they mused, taking in the deck in front of them. It was a magnificent sight, even if they were often forced to follow behind the fleet admiral himself not many marine ships could ever compare to this one, if any.

“Don’t worry. Pops might look intimidating, but he’s the best. He also has a weakness for kids, so you have nothing to worry about,” Ace exclaimed as he patted them on the back, making his way deeper into the deck and urging the Commodore to follow them.

“Pop’s, we’re back,” He called.

Dokucha looked up at the sight before them; his descriptions and wanted posters definitely did not do him justice; not only was he an imposing sight as he towered well above everyone the tween had ever seen, but their presence alone let it clear that his title was nothing less than deserving for such a man.

“Did you take care of it?” He called gruffly, glancing down at his commanders. He raised a brow as he took in the new addition to the duo.

“Actually, we let them go!”

“You what?!” He boomed, his fruit flaring up as his anger did at the news

“Calm down, Pops!”

“Oi Ace!”

“Ah! The ship is tilting again!”

It had taken a little bit of explaining, and Marco was the one to deliver the news in a more fulfilling way for Whitebeard to calm down his rage as he was slowly filled into the situation. It all went smoothly until Marco finished his explanation by saying:

“That’s why we brought the Ensign with us.”

“I apologize for interrupting the both of you,” Dokucha spoke, stepping up closer to the duo whose attention snapped to them.

“But I’m not an Ensign; I’m a commodore,” they explained, pointing at themselves, confused as to the sudden silence that had fallen on the deck.

“C-Commodore?!” Ace Gapes

“A brat like you with such a high ranking?” Whitebeard questioned, looking down at the tween in confusion

“Ah, well, it’s mostly just for show,” they muttered sheepishly.

“Explain yourself.”

“Of course, sir, it’s mostly a farse to not raise suspicion as to why a child has been made to follow the fleet admiral everywhere he goes; it is easier to excuse and explain that by having me a commodore than it was to be a recruit.”

“Why go through all that trouble-yoi?”

“Because I’m a flight risk,” they replied flatly, much to the three men’s shock. Their previously calm facade began to fade as they slumped over and closed their eyes.

“Why is a child like you really with the Marines? The fact that you are having a civilized conversation with us means that you are not really after their freedom title and hunting after pirates,” Whitebeard asked, his eyes narrowing at their faltering facade.

“I was just a toddler when I ate it; how was I supposed to know that such a strange thing would give me these powers? How was I to know that I would be hunted down by the World government too scared to risk the fruit going back into circulation?”

“I found it weird to find a single battleship sailing into our territory such as yours did-yoi, but it was intentional, wasn’t it? You knew you would be easily captured.” He realized, watching as they gave a nod in confirmation

“Oi, Oi, then surely you would have known that we would have sunk the ship on sight, wouldn’t you?” Ace cut in

“I had no other options; this was my last resort; even if direct annihilation were the outcome, I would have used my fruit to save my men and make it to you guys. Even if I died in the attempt, both I and my family agreed death would have been a much better faith than to continue living like this.

“I know I am in no position to ask, but please help me. They are keeping my family as a way to keep me in their hands, so I can’t just leave, and it’s not something I can hope to do by myself or even trust a low-level local pirate to accomplish. But if it’s this crew, if what they say about your strengths is true, then I’m sure it’s possible.”

“Did you take into account that we would deny your request? Save me and my sons the trouble of engaging with a powerful devil-fruit user?”

“I did. But as I said, my family and I agreed; even if I failed and something is to happen to me, and they are to be executed, then at least we would have been free from the government,” they muttered, clenching their fists in frustration.

“Marco,” he called, gesturing towards Dokucha wordlessly. He watched as the phoenix gave him a nod and approached them. They closed their eyes tightly, waiting for the blow to come. This, however, never happened. Instead, they heard a small crack and felt their strength suddenly being felt as their seastone was removed.

“Y-you

“I have no interest in playing along with marines,” Whitebeard began, causing their heart to sink at his words.

“But I will also not stand idle as they use a child for their own agenda.

Marco, tell the navigation team to change course to the marine base.”

he ordered, ignoring the tears that began appearing in the child’s eyes, their body beginning to tremble as they began to realize the meaning behind his words

“Alright, Pops-yoi,” he called as he made haste to follow the order.

“Does this mean-

“You no longer need to follow them; as long as you are in this ship, neither you nor your family will be used or put under any threat,” Whitebeard proclaimed once again, cutting off the young commodore.

“We’re free? I’m free,” they choked out.

“That is what it means to be a child of the sea! Gurararara,” Whitebeard bellowed as he stood up from his throne, much to the chagrin of the nurses next to him.

With those words, Dokucha finally buckled to the ground, their loud cries echoing through the deck of the ship as Whitebeard looked upon them with a grin on his face.

“Stand up brat! Prepare yourself to get your family and your freedom back; keeping it will not be easy, but it will be worth it.”

“Yes! Sir!” They sobbed out

I think next one is also one with the Whitebeard pirates 🤔

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kyri45 · 6 months ago

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✨ShadowPeach Bio Parents Bio AU Q&A! 14/01✨

Welcome to the Q&A! A space where I can answer related or similar question about the Shadowpeach Bio Parents AU! If you submitted your ask anonimously, then you’ll have to check the whole post if it’s answered here, if it’s not, worry not! Your asks might have been used for a future comic or just in the queue~

@cloverthewanderer ha chiesto: Soooo….Imma be honest, I just found you on Instagram this morning with a small part of your Biodads au with the monkey bois. And I might’ve thought it looked so cool I went to Tumblr to binge read it and I just caught up. I love everything about the series and it is so fantastic!! Thank you for having so amazing I am going to obsess over it for awhile. I hope you have a wonderful day!!!! Drink lots of water and take care of yourself! (All of the colors and art is just divine!)

AAAWWWW thank you!!!

@sakuralotus03 ha chiesto: Now that MK and Red Son are officially dating, MK will tell Red Son that his name is Xiaotian and Red Son will call him that from now on (or else more pet names for the couple). 🔥🍜

Aww, I think technically Red Son also has like-a full name if we keep the chinese dub logic.(Hóng Hái-er)

@samfroggie ha chiesto: Okayokayokayokay- I never liked Shadowpeach, hell I still wouldn't call myself a shipper of it (or of any LMK ship aside from Freenoodles tbh) but you, sir, have made me fall in love with your AU and I can't let it go reeeeeee Honestly, it's the familial love aspect of this that makes me love it, as someone who is fully on board with MK having four dads, shipping aside lmao I'll always look at every image of MK cuddling with any of his parents and feel my heart swell, it's so freaking cute and the angst is just the nice sprinkling on top, I need more protective Mac in my life because I never see it! Also, question, how do you feel about ocs inserts? Like, are we allowed to make art about the AU and insert ocs into it? Asking because I have an oc who's more or less meant to be like MK's mother figure, and I mean, gotta give him more parental figures right?

I got no probs with OC inserts, as long as you credit the comic!

@aptainmilf ha chiesto: Need to tell you that a chapter of your comic singlehandedly pushed a friend of mine to finally watch the show and I would sincerely like to thank you for that lmao. It was the one with Wukong and Macaque at the hot springs

Ahaha welcome them to the club!

@dimensional-storm ha chiesto: Where did the inspiration for Wukong's 'War Form' come from? It's so big, beautiful!! I love the design so much :D

From the original novel, and the sun.

Anonimo ha chiesto: Question Was the spicynoodles kiss inspired by the caitvi prison kiss? :3

Eh, technically no? I also have the text I send my friend as proff, but I swear to you I planned that scene BEFORE S2 came out.

@silktealover ha chiesto: Hi kiri! I'm b33p and I want to ask if mac and my both have ears sensitive to fireworks,if so how do they react on holidays like fourth of July or new years? :3

Yes, I guess during Chinese New Year they would be really bothered by fireworks.

Anonimo ha chiesto: So you have a shadowpeach playlist? What are your favorite shadowpeach coded songs.

My favourite one is like- S1 vibe of Shadowpeach. which is Wonderful Nothing by Glass Annimals

@ayrza ha chiesto: A FUNNY QUESTION! I have also had this doubt with the canon but I want to know now with your AU Kyri... The heads of Wukong each think differently or is it the same wukong divided into three? Will each of them have a different personality? 🤔🤔🤔 Questions that don't let me sleep at night

Aww I think they could!! Like one head is more silly, one more chaotic, while the middle one is just generally more emotionally open and vulnerable.

@twilight-bai-he ha chiesto: Between Wukong and Macaque whose the better dancer 💃🏽 and Can mk dance ?

Macaque, and MK got mooves let's say (more disco than anything else)

@pyromaniacldrt ha chiesto: Heyyyy So You mentioned in other post that Macaque's name was "Six eared Macaque", right? Does that mean Mk's name is "Habringer of Chaos"?

Nope.

@super-may ha chiesto: Stop, if Macaque got hurt in his shadow form does it mean that his real form is not injured or anything? Like in battle with Wukong in the first season he didn’t seem to be hurt or angry about Wukong’s punches. But If he isn’t hurt and his shadow form is injured I don’t think that it will stay like this with Mk and it will return to the body. Oh no, DOES THAT MEAN THAT MK WILL BE ON HIMSELF NOW IN HIS SHADOW FORM OR SMTH? Or return with Macaque’s shadow to Macaque’s body and Mk’s plan will be ruined and he will need to make a choice between himself and the safety of his loved ones? OMG IM SO WORRIED PLS MAKE A HAPPY END WITH EVERYONE ALIVE AND HAPPY AND NOT UNDER THE WILL OF HEAVEN🙏🙏🙏

it's like Sword Art Online. If you die in the shadow world u die in real life.

@harb1ng3r0fch4os ha chiesto: Can I make/post edits of the shadowpeach bio parents au ?? :3 I’ll credit you ofc :]

yea sure!

@king-cinamon ha chiesto: Have you watched Nezha (2019)?

nope. I've read his story though.

@mkthemonkiekiddd ha chiesto: Totally random question (i just wanna know someones opinion on the matter since its been in my head for so long.), how would nezha react to social media, like, imagine someone gave him a phone, Would he even know what it is

He would probably be on the edge between "this is very uneducational" and "holy shit this is the best idea for arsony I ever saw"

@astro-lmk-enjoyer ha chiesto: Will we ever see Red Son wag his tail like a dog?? (That would be so cute!! + his parents would be shocked to to see him show such emotion) Oh and I make some art for you, I posted it- Bye <3

oh my- eh... no. I don't think so.

@askthezodiacs ha chiesto: May I use your AU in RPs?

yeah sure! As long as they aren't AI made.

#ask box #shadowpeach bio parents au

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yanoverload · 7 months ago

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Yandere Cow Boy

Beau is my first Yandere Oc ever done. He's a few years old now, and he means a lot to me.

I apologize if the writing seems rushed. I am not a great writer, and English is hard. (Also can you tell the Pearl inspiration? Teehee)

"There are bonds stronger than those made by blood.... Or so granny has told me haha! Do you agree :) ?"

At first glance, you may think Beau is a sweet man that works in the bakery across the street, the one with the grandma that always seems grumpy?

Well... 😬

In his universe, a lot of animals have started to turn scarce with human greed. The solution? To make a mix of human and animal of course! So when they proliferate amongst themselves or with normal humans we don't have to worry about the shortage of materials :)

Except a lot of them aren't treated... That humanely.

Beau is a crossbreed experimentation to see if they could have a cow and a bull at the same time. He never met his parents. As soon as he was born he was taken along with his older sister (a failed version of the experiment) to a farm.

Farms that take hybrids receive help from the government, but the authorities don't care much about welfare, just make sure they don't die.

And that was the case. Since young, they milked Beau dry for his unique birth. Milk, breeding, meat? Of course! He is one of a kind after all! He can restore "most" of his organs!

His only shelter was his older sister. Motherly, caring, worried for him. He never understood what was happening at first, but she explained everything to him!

He felt awful about the situation. He didn't care much about himself at first, but he wanted to give his sister a better life as he grew. He made a plan with a new worker at the farm that felt bad for them: he would take both in the delivery cart at night and they would escape.

Or so he thought. The night he was ready to leave with his sister, he went to get her and she wasn't anywhere. Terrified the owners did something, he ran to where he was going to meet the worker to see.... Nothing, no cart, no one.

Well... Except a shotgun at his back.

The owners found out about the situation. But they weren't angry, oh no! His sister and the worker could leave, hell they could take some money too! If they left Beau. His sister was a bother, too much work for not a lot of stuff to sell and the worker talked too much. So they left.

They left.

They left me.

He was in such a state of shock, he says he didn't remember a thing....

The sun was rising, before he even noticed the mangled bodies of the farm owners. They were two old fuckers anyway.

Oh! He found his sister and the worker not too far from there. The cart was on the side of the road, silent.

Traitors don't talk, after all. And they don't move anymore either.

He leaves on foot, since he doesn't know how to drive, and settles down in front of a closed establishment.

As soon as he wakes up, he sees a grumpy but worried granny, thinking the blood was his own. Her vision hasn't been the same, and we all know how hybrids are treated around these parts.

He can stay for now.... She is a bit lonely, and could use a hand in the bakery.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Some more facts about him! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Beau was treated like cattle, so he doesn't understand human structures and psyche that well.

He wants to form a new family, have a new beginning.

One of his first meals at Granny was Neapolitan ice cream. He liked it so much he dyed his hair pink, now he is a Neapolitan cow :D

He works in the back, and takes the shippings.

Always raised by women, he likes more feminine things, but still prefers He/Him pronouns.

He has broken two beds because of how massive he is.

He never calls anyone by name, only "friend". Well... Except Grandma and Darling.

Height: 204 cm (6'8 feet)

#yandere oc #sub yandere #oc intro #yandere art #yandere x reader #yandere x you #cw: dark content #cw: death #cw: torture #yandere cow boy

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skeletwinsauaskbox · 7 months ago

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Welcome To The Skeletwins AU Ask Box!

Snowdin Adventures With The Skeletwins is a fanfiction AU-ish thing revolving around my two favourite comfort characters, Sans and Papyrus! Why is it an AU? Well, the only significant difference (as of right now) is that they're twins! As of right now, there's just the one main story, but there's also a few side stories you can check out here!

I've been inspired by other ask blogs to create my own based on this series! So here, you can ask the twins pretty much anything! Well... almost anything...

No explicit NSFW, please. Both brothers, as well as myself, are part of the asexual spectrum, but they're more on the sex-repulsed side of things. Dirty jokes that can go over kids' heads, however, are okay! But no advances, please! Let's keep this place lighthearted, yeah?

You are allowed to submit your own art of the brothers or Undertale in general, and the brothers will react to it! But like the rule above, please no NSFW art. That would be very much appreciated.

Submit as many questions as you'd like, but please be patient! You can DM me for a private chat if you want (some of you have already done that lol), but I won't always have time to answer.

I don't do ships unless it's a canon ship like Alphyne. But if you want to mention them, that's okay! Just try to steer clear of the more... problematic ones. You know which ships they are. If anything regarding those ships are submitted, neither me nor the brothers will answer it. Sorry!

To any minors that might come across here, don't worry, I will try to make this blog as safe as possible for you! But if anything involving stuff like references to alcohol or stuff like bad mental health or even the kill kill murder route in Undertale comes up, then those questions will be answered. Just a little warning there for you, that's all.

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*~Fatherhood Fables~*

A/N: Hello all, and a happy Father's Day! I'm so proud I managed to get this ready in time for the holiday. A special thank you to @bun-lapin for letting me use her lovely OC Hui-Yan because I ship her and Lilia in my canon. This is one of many ways I have to sling shooting my OCs that I've never spoken about at you guys. There's a little info block after the story for any questions you'd have. But also, if you wanna learn more about them, don't hesitate to send in an ask, enjoy! Warnings: Mentions of surgery in Skully's part, Mentions of burn injuries in Rollo's part, Mentions of cannibalism in RiddlexFloyd's part Pairings: YuuxMalleusxAzulxJamil, RiddlexFloyd, TreyxJade, CaterxIdia, AcexDeucexJackxEpel, LeonaxRuggie, VilxRook, SebekxSilver Word Count: 6.2 K (Each ficlet is around 400-500 words)

Riddle x Floyd

Sunday brunches had become a fun weekend tradition in their household. Everyone would sleep in late, have a morning of lazing around in pajamas before heading to a delightful seaside bistro along the boardwalk. The restaurant had a wide range of menu items, though they were most famous for their fresh-caught seafood selection, Floyd and Larimar’s favorite feature of the bistro. But, as Riddle sat across his family in the booth, he felt concerns bubbling up in his mind. While Floyd was eating an almost nauseatingly big seafood platter, Larimar was ripping apart a king crab with his teeth and bare hands.

The five-year-old was deceptively small, Riddle could hold him comfortably for nearly two hours straight, but had a grip strength that could potentially crack bones if he put his mind to it. So, to watch his adopted child snap the spiny shell like a twig wasn’t what worried him. It was the glee and speed that Larimar devoured the meat inside of it.

“...Floyd, should we be encouraging this?”

The Eel-Mer looked up from his plate, chewing absent-mindedly on a fishbone, “Encourage what?”

“...” Riddle gestured to the side, raising an eyebrow at the sickening crack of shell under tiny hands, “Our child?”

Floyd glances to his right, raising an eyebrow at Larimar dipping crab meat into a bowl of butter, “He’s eating?”

“...” Riddle sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “Crab, Floyd. He’s eating crab. Is that…Should he be doing this? Is this not some form of cannibalism?”

“Hmmm…Well…” Floyd takes the moment to place a hand on Larimar’s head, his aggressive hair tussling not slowing the child down from his meal in the slightest, “He’s a coconut crab. He’s already a cannibal.”

…

“What?”

“Ah, are you worried?” Floyd moves his hand, shoving a finger into Larimar’s mouth. The child barely registered the added meat in his maw, chewing on his father’s finger before realizing the different taste. His face pinches, making a loud retching sound, and tilting his head to remove Floyd’s finger.

Floyd held up his hand, the index finger bloody, “See? He doesn’t even like how I taste. Plus, he’s way too small to kill either of us on his own.”

Sighing, Riddle passes his husband a napkin for his bleeding finger, “I can tell you’re trying to calm me and it’s not working.” Riddle wonders if there was a parenting book on raising your child to not be a cannibal…

Trey x Jade

Piping flowers with two small icicles pressed to his ribs had become a skill Trey didn't think he'd develop in his adulthood. Sighing, Trey finished a rose, using his scissors to pluck it from the nail and hold it to the child clinging to him, “One more for me?”

Icsac pulled his face from the fabric of Trey's sweater, dark blue eyes still wet with unshed tears. He blew gently, the fog of air hardening the frosting by chill alone before he tucked his head right back into Trey's side.

The flower joined the other chilled blossoms, tucked in neatly with fresh, unfrozen buttercream and piped leaves. He taps the child on the head, smiling at the nervous face looking up to him, “I gotta put this in the fridge, ok?”

Icsac pouts, but detaches from his side, quickly ducking behind the island to be out of view from the other side.

With another sigh, Trey makes sure the customer's order was safely in the fridge before looking at the others in his kitchen, “Ok. What happened?”

While Icsac ducked lower, Jade remained completely unbothered at his station of stirring the bubbling jam insert. The mer hummed, turning to Trey in question, “What do you mean? Clearly, there wasn't a small mishap of any sort.”

Icsac's head just barely poked over the edge of the island, pointed ears almost drooping, “I…I accidentally killed one of papa's new mushrooms…” The ice fae turned toward Jade, “I said I was sorry…”

Trey raised an eyebrow toward Jade, “He's apologized. You're the adult in this situation.”

“And I believe a proper punishment is to return him to foster care.”

“Jade!” Trey's yell barely overcomes the high-pitched whine of Icsac.

Jade laughed, turning off the stove and moving the pot to the counter, “You two clearly need to learn when I'm joking.”

Trey sighed, letting Icsac cling and cry into his shirt, "I can tell. Icsac is still getting used to you.”

Walking over, Jade knelt to the ground to be more eye level with Icsac, patting the eight-year-old on the shoulder to gain his attention, “I brought you home myself, not to mention forging the proper licensing and paperwork to be listed as your foster parents-”

“Yeah, we should be trying to make that actually legal-”

“-I have no plans on giving you back.” Jade finished off his speech by bringing Icsac closer, pressing a kiss to the sniffling fae's forehead. Standing back up, Jade continued, “Plus, since that mushroom did completely break down after exposure to below freezing temperatures, the seller lied to me.”

Trey sighed, shaking his head before walking across the kitchen, “So that's what you were mad about.”

Jade had bent at his hip, tilting his head in question to his son, “Icsac, what is the internal temperature land mammals start to shut down?”

“32°C.”

“And how cold can you make your ice?”

“Um…-400°C?”

Trey had walked back over, whispering into Jade's ear with a stern expression, “Don't use our son to kill people.”

“Oh, I would never…”

Cater x Idia

Idia drummed his fingers in increasingly complex beat patterns, a nervous tick he had unfortunately picked up in his adult life. Though he knew everything was perfectly fine and safe, he couldn't help but worry over one of his little AI-fants entering a physical body for the first time.

Ortho had spent almost half a year simply designing what he called a ‘new era of robotics’. And Idia had to agree with him, seeing the specs. Nanobot repairing systems, flexible synthetic skin paneling, realistic feet. Ortho had outdone himself in an effort to make his nephew as ‘human-passing’ as possible. And while Apollo would probably never have an arm canon, the 500 million-volt taser was more than enough to make Cater and him feel assured of their child’s safety.

Cater was beside the body, having dressed it in a loose-fitting shirt and shorts combo while Idia and Ortho ran final checks, “Sunshine, why did you want a physical body? I know you said it was for dancing, but you can do that in one of the digital spaces your Papa Idi made for you, cuties.”

Apollo hummed, a tiny sun sprite on the screen hovering around the checklist, “Because~, I wanna learn to dance. Learning stuff is more like uploading here. I wanna have a physical body that has to learn the movements. It'll be that more amazing when I perform!”

Idia laughed under his breath, making sure every system was fully connected before closing out the maintenance tab, “I show you idol groups one time and you’ve been stuck on them ever since. It’s ok to be interested in other things, you know…”

Rolling his eyes, Cater handed Ortho the transfer wire, “Look who's talking. Ortho, all ready?”

With a thumbs up, Ortho winked at the sun sprite on the screen, “On your mark!”

Apollo rushed into the body, the wires connecting it to the main computer flashed in an iridescent sheen before a ‘Download Complete’ message was shown on the screen. The body's hair starts to ignite, off-white strands quickly gaining a reddish hue to match Cater’s hair. Two big eyes blink open, irises turning like a color wheel before they settle on yellow to match Idia.

Sitting up, Apollo looked at his hands and limbs in amazement, “Whoa…everything is…so 3D…”

Apollo was attempting to move off the platform before Ortho could warn him. Both of the height and the fact that he wasn’t properly prepped to try walking unaided yet. Every adult in the room screams when the baby android goes face first into the floor, a small cracking sound being heard on impact.

While Ortho rushes to the computer, pulling up programs to start diagnostics and repair systems, Idia and Cater fret over their child's cracked face plate and nose leaking a pale blood fluid.

The baby android rubs his face, looking at the fluid in wonder. Apollo’s eyes only seem to glow brighter, realizing just how human his experience was going to be, “This is gonna be awesome!”

Ace x Deuce x Jack x Epel

“Hey! Put him down, don't you try to sway the judge in your favor.” Ace scowled, glaring at Epel from his place on the floor.

Epel glared back, pausing in pressing kisses and raspberries to Russell's cheeks, the baby giggling and squealing over his smallest father’s deadpan voice, “Ah birthed the damn babe, Ah’ll kiss and tickle ‘em as Ah please.”

Ace huffed, pointing to the large round rug he was sitting on the edge of, “You can't get him all primed for play, he'll just crawl to you instead of actually picking! Put him down!”

It was a stupid idea, but dinner wasn't going to be ready for another thirty minutes, so they had time to do stupid things. Russell's first birthday had just passed, their son much bigger than the tiny redheaded baby Epel had cursed and sworn was a demon from the deepest crevices of Tartarus. With four people taking care of him, Ace had been convinced that their son had a clear favorite among his fathers. And what easier way to showcase it than allowing him to pick which he preferred?

Epel and Ace had continued making faces at each other as they argued, Ace stopping short on a sentence to yell and point at someone standing behind Epel.

Turning around, Epel clicked his tongue and glared at a sheepish-looking Jack with a now-empty baby spoon in hand, “‘EY!?”

The beastman shrugged, looking away as Russell made grabby hands toward him, “I just wanted to make sure he still liked mashed potatoes…”

“Of course he does!”

“It's basically the only thing the lil bugger eats now!”

Sabotage aside, the three of them sat — IN EQUAL DISTANCE — from their son in the middle of the carpet. All of them smile at the baby, cooing and making eye-catching hand movements to coax their son to them. The race was tight, Russell moving around the rug to each parent but never within grabbing range for someone to claim victory.

Ace smiled, elation clear on his face when Russell started to make a beeline for him, “That’s it! Come to daddy!”

Epel frowned, trying to wave Russell toward him, “No! Come to yur mama, baby! Ah fed ya!”

“Epel, that is the literal bare minimum…” Jack spoke, his ears pressed to his head.

But when Russell crawls past Ace, still babbling excitedly, the three look up. Deuce had come home without any of them hearing the front door, already having removed his officer’s jacket, he held a white cake box and scooped a squealing Russell into his free arm. He kisses Russell on the temple, smiling to the group and holding out the tote, “I brought home cake! Why are you all sitting on the rug?”

…

Epel sighed, closing his eyes in what could only be called defeat, “Ah can’t fault his choice…”

“Juice really was the obvious answer to this…”

“We’d all make the same pick…”

Deuce looked at his husbands in confusion, “What are you guys talking about?”

Leona x Ruggie

Leona was sure that if his younger self could see him, he'd mark him a poor imposter and sentence him to death. Because at no point in his adolescence did he ever think he'd be lying under a tree in the backyard of his villa, being accosted by multiple children putting bows in his hair.

But he was, and that was his life. Taking in eight kids who had broken into his and Ruggie's kitchen had now led to over a hundred wayward children in their care. He couldn't complain. It's what he wanted to do in the first place: to offer change and a chance to those who'd never receive one otherwise. With a heavy sigh, he turned his head to watch Ruggie with a different flock of children. Jabari, standing beside him sticking out like a sore thumb as one of only three hyena beastmen in their current care.

The older hyena was kneeling, pointing to budding plants in a garden plot with kids enraptured in his explanation. Ruggie had thought it up only a few weeks ago, wanting the children in their care to know how to supply their own food. The threat of hunger was always on his mind, even after their years together and the literal basement full of provisions.

At a sharp tug, Leona growls, tilting his head away from over-eager hands, “Don't try to brush my dreads. You'll pull all my hair out.”

Sadiki pouts at him, her hyena ears and arms folding after throwing the hairbrush to the ground in frustration. Akili pipes up, tying even more ribbons into his hair that smaller kids hand him while others clip in barrettes.

“You should get rid of them so we can brush your hair again.”

He got them because these brats managed to brush his hair to the point he had an actual mane. He doesn't say that, never wanting to make the little nuisances feel bad. But instead of saying that, he shakes his head, stopping Akili from tying another bright green ribbon in his hair and making the barrettes click and clack against each other. As the younger kids all giggle, he moves to stand up, ignoring their whining.

“Alright, enough of this. I have to make sure you brats have food tomorrow.”

Sadiki stands, gripping onto his pant leg and trying to stop him from leaving the shade of the tree, “We have enough! Play with us!”

“...” Leona scoffs, smirking down at the little girl before bumping her off, making her roll down the hill with a shrill scream, “Says you. The second you don't get a snack, you'll try to run away again.” He watches as the other kids decide rolling their way down is the better idea. He laughs under his breath, walking into the house and leaving the sounds of laughter outside.

Azul

He floated in front of his children, his two beautiful girls with the love of his life, head in his hands. They were too much like their mother, from the weakness they made in his hearts and down to their violent nature. It was supposed to be a quick and easy deal, one so quick and easy that both parties had brought their children along as they discussed the final terms of their contract.

From the quiet atmosphere, there was a sudden scream. He and his client both assumed the children were playing together. Only to realize the scream wasn't full of joy, but was actually a singular child wailing. Instead of finding the children being threatened by a shark or other creature, they found his two perfect girls absolutely throttling the other child. Now the two mer groups were floating apart from each other. His client checking over her still crying child, and him attempting to scold his darlings after having to forcibly pull them off the boy.

“...I don't…I don't even have the words. What in the seven seas were you thinking?”

Scylar had spoken up first, pointing to the whimpering child clinging to his furious mother, “He was bein’ a cunt!”

“Scylar.”

Charysa wasn't far behind, pouting as she pointed toward the other child too, “Mama said we don't take shit from nobody down here!”

“Charysa!?”

Azul glances over his shoulder at the angry woman with her son tucked close to her tail. Turning back to his own treasures, he curled down and whispered harshly, “Now, I would never be one to tell you not to defend yourselves, it’s basic instinct and I’m fully aware of what your mother is like. But, there are two of you and one of him, it was clearly in your favor. I beg you girls to be a bit more covert.”

Charysa whines, her tentacles swaying as she twists in faux nervousness, “But, daddy…he was being mean.”

“Girls-”

Scylar shot forward, leaning over Azul’s shoulder and pointing toward the still whimpering child, “He was trying to pick on us, because he said his mommy picked on you, and it was fine because you were an octotwerp and we’d be no better!”

…

Azul turns. He stared down the now familiar woman, her expression now slightly panicked as she nearly sweat under water, “...Oh? Is that so?”

Jamil

If Jamil were a person who could joke about his childhood, he'd claim he became a father at six. That was when he became aware of the fact that he'd have to be the one who made sure Kalim didn't eat poison off the ground or walk into traffic. But now, in his early twenties, a small person strapped to his chest, Jamil wonders if Kalim was really as bad as he thought he was growing up. Maybe he was simply too small to be taking care of Kalim the way he was.

Because JJ was clingy, clingy to a point he and Yuu were mildly concerned he was some form of colic from how hard he'd cry if he wasn't being held. But, without fail, the second he was in their arms, he'd go quiet. Maybe fussy if he still wanted a bottle. But normally-

A sharp tug to his side bang makes Jamil's thoughts pause, looking down at big matching coal eyes as he gently detangles his son's tiny fingers from his hair, “Yes, my little Viper, can you be helped?”

Jamil had only known JJ for about four months, and he already knows every last one of his son's responses. A pout means he's too hot, and Jamil needs to figure out how to cool him without removing him from his body. His tongue sticking out is hungry. Normally, it was, anyway. Jamil had learned that JJ will do it if caught staring or simply ‘Being a silly’ as Yuu would call it. There was no tell Jamil needed for a diaper change. With his son normally strapped directly to his person, Jamil could tell the moment he’s son so much as farted.

The more recent response, Jamil thought with a warmth in his heart, was his favorite. JJ had started to smile, eyes crinkling as a small laugh bubbled out of him. A development that had both Yuu and Jamil claiming their son looked like the other. While Yuu brought up the fact JJ was his actual clone, Jamil would counter that JJ smiled more like Yuu than himself.

With the very act of being perceived being all he wanted, JJ moved to press his cheek back to Jamil's chest. Seeing the baby had settled himself, Jamil could help but smile himself. Going back to folding the laundry as he thought, ‘Silly…’

Kalim

“Moe~, are you sure you're okay staying home? It'll be fun to introduce you to your grandparents, all of your aunts and uncles, your cousins, your second cousins-”

“I'm fine.”

Kalim keeps smiling at the nine-year-old, laughing when the boy holds the book higher to hide behind.

“Ok. I'll bring home something good for you! Be good for Zayan*!” Kalim called out, fixing his headpiece before leaving for the night.

Kalim wouldn't like to admit it, but Jamil was right in saying he was overzealous in adopting. But, he couldn't in his right mind leave a child alone in the alleyways of the Silk City, even if he tried to mug him. In his defense, Mozenrath came along easily, letting himself be checked over and bathed. Only then did the child seem to lose any of the bite he had in the alley, being downright shy around Kalim and the staff if outside of his new bedroom.

With a pout, he even remarked how Mozenrath refused to use any of the gifts Kalim had given him. The clothing he used, obviously, the rags he was in didn't last long once he was out of them. The glasses were harder to accept, but Mozenrath couldn't deny that his vision was better wearing them.

What truly broke his heart was the refusal of the toys. Board games, plush toys, and cards were all left unplayed with. A few were even still in their boxes. Kalim wasn't sure why his gifts were unrecieved; every time he'd ask if Moe liked them, the child would simply flush in either anger or embarrassment and refuse to explain himself.

After speaking with Jamil and his friends, he decided the best course was to stop gifting him things and, as Yuu suggested, ‘Let the kid breathe.’

Later that night, as he came home, Zayan met him at the entryway carrying an excited energy.

“Hm? What's happened?”

The tiger beast had led him toward the TV room, the wall-to-wall screen still playing a movie he had purchased for Mozenrath on low volume. Curled up in the sunken couch and fast asleep was Mozenrath, clutching a white furred otter plushie he had refused to touch before.

Kalim could barely keep his squeal in his throat, turning toward the smiling beastman behind him, “Did you-”

Zayan was not Jamil; no one could ever replace his brother in all but blood. But seeing him hold up multiple polaroids and his phone gallery filled of a sleeping Mozenrath cuddled with a stuffed animal, Kalim decided he was doing a perfectly fine job.

Vil x Rook

Vil wasn’t entirely sure if he had ever seen his life being this…domestic when he was younger. But he couldn't lie about the happiness he felt. He stood in his kitchen, humming under his breath as he prepared a veggie platter for himself and his son to share as a mid-afternoon snack. Though it was a soon-discovered ‘flaw' of the Cabbage Patch Fertility Clinic’s* process, having a child who greatly enjoyed vegetables was a godsend.

Looking out the window, sighing slightly at seeing his little angel face plant into the dirt. At the very least, he jumped right back to his feet and kept running around, Rook’s hunting dogs chasing him in play. Opening the kitchen door, he yelled out, “Finley! Come inside, it's snack time!”

Vil could only chuckle under his breath at how fast Finley changed course to the house. Now with his six-year-old in front of him, Vil kneels down and starts to wipe the dirt and grass from his baby's clothing, “I'm happy you love playing outside, it keeps you healthy, but please try to not become one with nature?”

“Yes, papa!”

Vil wipes at Finley’s face, frowning when the specks of dirt don’t leave his skin. He'll deny doing it, but he licked his thumb and rubbed a bit harder only to realize it wasn’t dirt. It was a freckle. His baby was getting freckles.

…

Vil burst into tears, now that he had seen one, he was seeing all of them at once. Little sun spots across his baby’s arms and legs. And most adorably across his nose and cheeks, just like his father.

The man in question had appeared in the kitchen the second he heard Vil’s wails, “Mon roi, what has happened!?”

Vil could only grip their baby by his face and point at the spots, “Freckles! He has freckles!”

“Freckles!?” Rook was soon right next to Vil on the floor, smiling and looking over every spot on his son's face, “Oh! BLISS! Kissed by the sun and every ray of joy under this blue sky!” He kept going, waxing on and on while Vil had all but crumbled to the ground at his son becoming even more adorable. The model repeatedly slammed his fist onto the ground as he proclaimed no one else in all of Twist could match his son in cuteness. ‘Cutest in the land’ being the title he would hold forever.

Finley stood, pouting lightly while his dad cupped his face and squished along his nose and cheeks, “Can I have celeby now…?”

Malleus

Sweets had started to go missing from the ‘personal kitchen’. Though it was less of a kitchen and more of a pantry his grandmother would always hide her favorite treats. A habit he and his family had adopted as time went on. Inside, Silver kept a single jar of honeybutter, Sebek kept apple chips, no one was sure what was in the jar that Lilia had hidden in the cupboards, but he and Yuu had a shared ceramic jar of orange peel cookies.

Malleus wouldn't question the decreasing supply if it wasn’t for the fact that he hadn't had any and Yuu was currently away in the Sunset Savanna. And the rules of the snack cabinet held strong; no one was allowed to pinch from others, much less an actual dragon’s horde of cookies.

He had ordered servants to keep watch of who entered and exited the hall in hopes of catching the thief. He even had Sebek stationed at the door for an odd number of days, but nothing came of the mini investigation. Cookies had continued to disappear, sometimes Malleus even opened the jar to complete nothingness, not even a crumb left behind.

Sighing, Malleus slipped away from his current rotation of envoys, making the choice he deserved a little treat for all of his work that day. And he would have had one, if he hadn't found three naked toddlers crowded around his cookie jar with crumbs coating their faces.

They all stared at each other with wide green eyes, and for a moment, Malleus wondered whose children they were, until he took notice of their horns and little fat tails. Suddenly, each child shoved a cookie into their mouths, turning back into their smaller dragon forms. While the first two had exited quickly, Malicent had doubled back, using his tail to send the cookie jar crashing to the floor before scurrying out the door between his feet.

Malleus stood stunned before realizing what he had just seen. A sense of pride filled him; his children had learned to shift into human forms! Only to have the feeling replaced with fond annoyance as he chased after his children, yelling as lightning struck outside, “Thieves! Little moon-cheeked thieves!”

Sebek x Silver

“Sebek, you have to hold him at some point.”

Instead of responding, the half-fae simply hunched his shoulders higher. The sound of plates clacking together growing faster as he washed the dishes.

“...” Silver sighs, turning away and making sure the bottle was held properly for Beau* to eat.

Ever since Beau came into their home, Sebek had taken a sharp change into being completely silent. He helped around the cottage more than ever, but that was never a problem before. They had fallen into the rhythm of sharing chores easily. But now, Sebek did almost everything himself before Silver even had a chance to get up in the morning. With literally every other chore completed, all he had was tending to Beau. And while that was an all-day chore, it was just one he had assumed they would share together. Sebek refused to speak around or even touch Beau. There was only one moment that Silver could recall, having fallen asleep and woken up to Sebek changing Beau’s diaper as though he were defusing a bomb.

“...” Beau ate in his arms blissfully, a carbon copy of the infant Silver used to see in his baby pictures, only with strawberry-hued hair, “Sebek…you can tell me if… if he makes you uncomfortable-”

A dish in the sink clanks hard before the half-fae turns around furious, “IT'S NOT-” he snaps his mouth shut the second he sees Beau’s eyes look toward him, “...I just…I'm…very loud…I don't wish to scare him.”

“...What?”

Sebek groaned, drying his hands and finally walking over. He sat beside Silver, looking toward Beau with a pinched expression, “My mother tells me babies are sensitive. They have no experience in the world and are frightened easily. I don’t want him…to find me scary…or equate me with yelling or loud noises.”

“...But you are loud.”

“Hey-”

Silver chuckles, taking the bottle from Beau and holding him to his shoulder, closer to Sebek, “He’s ours to raise. He can’t only know me, Sebek. You have to show him who you are as well.”

He watches with a smile, Sebek’s nervous expression fading as Beau reached out toward him. Slowly, the half-fae took Beau into his own arms, holding him stiffly but smiling at the mumbling baby.

“Plus, imagine his fright if he actually heard you later on. The shock of you being able to yell would scare him worse than the actual noise.”

“Ok, I get it.”

Lilia

“And you're not sure what's wrong?”

Lilia sighed, stirring his long turned cold tea, while talking to Silver on the phone, “No. She's been dealing with body soreness for weeks, and now she's even vomiting after meals. Neither of us is sure what's ailing her. But the doctor should at least be able to give her some type of medicine for relief.”

“That's a positive, at least. I hope Ms. Hui-Yan* heals soon. Beau is wondering when we can visit again; he wants to show off how he's improved his sneaking technique…”

“Has he?” Lilia perked, always happy to hear about his technical grandson.

“Not in the slightest. But Sebek indulges him.”

Lilia chuckles, “On another note, you should really make a habit of calling her ‘grandma’, at least to Beau. I'm feeling old being grandpa while she gets to keep being Ms. Hui-Yan.”

“Father, she'd kill me.”

“Oh, she'd barely maim. You boys really need to understand my wife more-”

The front door was slammed open, Hui-Yan stomping into the home and kicking the door shut behind her, “Pay respects to your Gods, Vanrounge, you are about to meet them.”

“Is that her?”

“Yes, she just got home. Hello, Sugar Knife! What did the doctor say?”

Hui-Yan didn't even acknowledge the pet name, eyes focused with homicidal thirst on Lilia, “You will pay for what you've done to me…”

“...” Lilia looked to the side before glancing back at his wife. His posture straightened to run as a bead of sweat ran down his temple, “What have I done?”

“I'm pregnant.”

…

Lilia spoke, his mouth moving faster than his brain could filter, “Is it mine?”

…

Hui-Yan's expression had eased from murderous to blank. Seconds passed before she reached to her side and unsheathed her sword without so much as an eye twitch.

“...” Lilia sighed, his mind fully caught up to the current conversation and what he just said, “Yeah, that's fair.”

Silver sat on the couch of his home, blinking in mild confusion at the sounds of battle over the phone. He hung up when the two elders started to scream and screech in their respective native tongues.

Beau appeared beside him, moving his way onto the couch and looking at his father’s phone and lighting up at seeing the contact, “Grandpa! Are we going to see grandpa?”

“No, grandpa is…going to be a bit busy.”

Rollo

Gilbert was so small. Small and sweet, like a little grape.

Rollo sat at his desk, taking a break from signing forms, looking to the side of his office. His adopted son sat on the ground, using his singluar arm to draw. Scarred and weak, Gilbert seemed completely ignorant of the cruelties he's already been a victim of.

Rollo would look at the boy, his son, and think of a grape vine. How, without fail, there was always a berry much smaller than the others. Overshadowed or started later, it was an eyesore to the rest of the healthy fruit. He never cared for them; without fail, they were always the sour ones of the bunch.

But Gilbert was different.

Once home from the hospital, his burns healing into discolored pink skin. Gilbert continued on with his life, fresh and new it was. Rollo knew the reason Gilbert was so blessed was because he didn't know any better. All he could remember was what his life was after the fire that took so much of him and his parents.

A laugh makes Rollo focus. Gilbert, with effort, stood and moved toward him. With a wide-eyed smile, he held up his artwork. One figure clad in black with a harsh line for a mouth and a severe expression, holding hands with a smaller figure with a smile, grasping a flower.

Rollo smiles, plucking the small and scarred child into his lap, “What a lovely picture. We must have it framed with the others…”

Fellow

Being a free man was hard, but he couldn't think of a better place to be. He's surprised that simply agreeing to snitch got him and Gideon off the hook for kidnapping and slave trading. But the Shrouds kept their promise. He was free of a criminal record, and he had started to receive a small fund for living expenses not even a week after the trial.

He stirs the watery stew, looking over his shoulder to the two minors at the table waiting on dinner.

Gideon hadn't wanted to go, but Fellow wasn't going to allow the cat beastman to pass up a formal education to save his own pride. The first week was rough for Gideon, having never been to school and being mute, but he had found his stride easily enough.

The cat beastman pointed to his workbook, smiling as Renold mouthed out the problems. Renold was an addiction Fellow never thought possible. At first, because he couldn’t fathom bringing another child into a life of crime to be something used against him. Then it was because living legally was insanely expensive, though most of that money was being put toward renovating and repairing Playful Land.

But neither he nor Gideon could leave the little fox beastman on the streets after seeing him alone for days. At the very least, he could read and write, so he was already doing better than Fellow and Gideon were at his age.

Two children in his care, a steady stream of money, and blueprints to rework Playful Land into a functioning drifting school? Those were never his plans, never a possibility to the person he was before meeting those NRC brats. But, smiling to himself, Fellow couldn't help but think the future looked brighter than the old carnival lights he had grown used to.

He grabbed their mismatched bowls from the drying rack, ladling up their dinner, “Stew’s done! Books off the table!”

Gideon moved quickly, gathering up his notebooks before putting them in his cubby. Renold took the bowl from Fellow, looking at the food as his ears twitched around, “What’s the difference of stew and soup?”

“Ah…Soup is watery, stew has chunks.”

“...This is soup.”

“Keep talking and I won’t give you a chunk of beef in your next bowl.”

Skully*

A child. He had a child now. A problemed child, one reanimated with cursed bugs and malevolent intent. It was hard to think of what was more terrifying: the fact that he and Sarah* were only taking him in for the final months of his junior year, set to rip him open and pull every last wiggling, sinister critter from his skin and flesh later that day. Or the fact that he has a teenager in his home for the weekend.

At the knock of the front door, Skully nearly threw his coffee mug into the sink and raced over to reach it first. He smiles as he just barely beats Sarah, the green-haired woman slipping on the hall carpet and crashing into the wall as he swings open the door. He’s seen Mario, he’s known the boy since he was an actual boy. But now, with context and the added responsibility of being his legal guardian, it truly was like seeing his bouncing baby boy for the first time.

Mario stood there, texting on his cell phone with one hand as he spoke, “Hello, I’m here.” With a sigh, he pocketed the device and stepped past Skully into the entryway, pulling a large suitcase with him, “So, let’s just set some boundaries. After the surgery, you won’t need to do much for me. Just allow me to keep using your home as my primary mailing address until my internship is over and all will be-”

“Welcome home! My son of the grave! Oh, this will be splendid!” Skully threw his arms around the cat beastmen, lifting him clear off his feet as he peppered his face with kisses, “Once you’re all healed up from the procedure, we'll have a family photo! And take a vacation! And rework the family mausoleum for your coffin. Oh, happy days!”

Skully went on and on, still refusing to place the 18-year-old back on his feet. The manic energy only growing stronger once Sarah had managed to make her way to the door as well, the two adults far too excited to make ‘family plans’.

Mario wonders if this was how he seemed to others at school. Sighing, he rolled his eyes and managed to free an arm, patting his new foster father’s head, “I see why the headmistress told me ‘Good luck’ before she left…”

Zayan is a Rajah OC I made for my Future Arc! He's Kalim's new servant since he signed off on Jamil's permanent sabbatical.

The Cabbage Patch Clinic is actually a name I got from @bun-lapin! It's basically a super advanced IVF clinic where they gestate the baby on site. Side effects include your child loving the hell out of cabbage.

Beau is my OC Louis's son and is technically given Silver's dropped name. Louis asked Silver to raise his son because he did not want to accidentally raise him racist like he was.

@bun-lapin's OC!

THIS TWINK DIES WHEN I SAY HE DOES

Sarah is neither confirmed nor denied to be his life partner.

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #twst wonderland #malleus x jamil x azul x yuu #riddle x floyd #trey x jade #cater x idia #ace x deuce x jack x epel #leona x ruggie #vil x rook #sebek x silver #lilia x oc #twst rollo #twst fellow #twst skully #holiday fic

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 9 months ago

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Good evening (or morning, afternoon, wherever u r) to you, Miss Raven, *tips hat* How do you do?

First of all, I was reading through the your canon Malleus romance analysis and i’ve just gotta say I love how you give a realistic approach to these characters and their world! 🙌🏻

But that also got me thinking, how would Leona prioritize his romantic vs royal life?

As second born prince, I wanna say Leona actually has more breathing room to pick whoever he wants as a partner (if the royal family doesn’t arrange a marriage before he gets that chance), plus, the Sunset Savanna’s next heir apparent is already born, so really there’s nothing worry about succession unless something happens to Cheka and or Falena. But at the same time Leona is still ridiculed by his people, so will that have any affect on who he wants to be with if he happens to choose someone other than another beast(wo)man or someone in a class lower than a noble?

And even tho he isn’t first in line for the throne, Leona is still royalty. I think he could pick a partner who is more private and less sociable with their life, but I also think they still might need to be prepared for the royal life, lack of privacy, speaking with the public, and other royal duties (even if Leona himself won’t do them).

TL;DR Do you think Leona’s status as second prince actually gives him a benefit for who he can pick as a romantic partner and how would the people’s view on him affect this, and what do you think would expected of Leona’s partner in the royal life even tho he’s not first in line for the throne?

What’s your take on this?

Related posts: Malleus / Kalim

Greetings 🎵 Life’s been a bit stressful lately, but I’m getting by! Busy planning something big for the blog too, so excited for that.

I think you must be talking about that post where I discussed what the expectations would probably be for Malleus’s future spouse? Thank you for the praise though! While anyone can ship themselves or their OC with Malleus in the latter, there’s certain in-universe logic that must be followed in the former. It feels very different to be a character in that world versus an outsider looking in. Being able to switch and see from those perspectives is important, I feel.

My thoughts on this topic aren't as concrete as what I laid out for my Malleus post, mostly because Leona isn't burdened by the same expectations as the crown prince or first in line to the throne. I feel like this post will be a lot of speculation, so just be cognizant of that.

As Leona is right now, I don't think he has much of an interest or an obligation to find someone. His focus seems to be on tending to himself and his own goals to help those around him, be it his juniors (Epel, Jack, Ruggie, etc.) or his country (due to his internship at a energy and mining lab). I definitely feel like that's where his priorities lie, and anyone he might take on as a life partner would also have to have a passion and dedication for this kind of service, whether they also engage in it or they at least support Leona's endeavors.

I also think that Leona would personally want an intelligent partner that's able to hold their own in a discussion, but only to a certain extent. Like, they have to be able to coherently express their own thoughts but I don't think he wants to deal with someone so stubborn that they constantly put up a fight with him if they happen to disagree. Leona has demonstrated multiple times that he finds it a hassle when people don't listen to him, so he tries to put himself in situations where he doesn't have to face that in the first place. For example, Leona states that he dislikes Silver and Rook, as they constantly act on their own and seem to disregard anything that others around them say. Additionally, he lacks a vice dorm leader because he made the conscious decision to not pick one, as he doesn't want someone challenging his decisions. Leona also strategically caves to his sister-in-law's demands to avoid wasting time and energy in an argument, since he knows that beastwomen tend to be strong-willed. His partner would have to know when to step back and give him space or when is not a good time to keep pressing a point. That means there'd be a certain element of emotional intelligence involved too, not just general wisdom or knowledge.

In these circumstances, I don't think there would be as much of an importance placed on the social status of Leona's spouse since he's like... what? Fourth in line to rule? His father is still alive, Falena/Farena is still fine, and Cheka's there too. The chances of Leona actually having to step up to that plate are low. There's no pressing need for Leona to find a partner or to produce an heir of his own. I don't recall there being lore about his older brother and sister-in-law having an arranged marriage or what social class his sister-in-law is from, so... there's not a lot to go off of there. I think, at the very least, we can assume there's not as much pressure for Leona to be in an arranged marriage since he isn't the crown prince. I don't get the sense that Sunset Savanna is as conservative with its social expectations as Briar Valley is, so it's doubtful whether or not the public would care about a royal marrying a commoner or a beastman marrying a non-beastman. To my latter point, there doesn't seem to be as strong of a racial divide between beastmen and humans (unlike fae and humans), so I don't think this would pose a major concern. But hey, maybe they do care a lot about status since Leona's flashback keeps harping on the importance of birth order--but that ultimately has no baring on the commoner versus royal thing. Maybe this is me being too much of an idealist, but I do think it would be possible for Leona's partner to come in and prove themselves, since their reputation (unlike Leona's) isn't already marred by being second in line to the throne and having a golden child to be compared to. If anything, I feel like the people would fear for the safety of Leona's spouse rather than what their "marrying outside of the norm" means for the country. Since there's a negative public view of Leona, I feel that this would translate into worry for the spouse rather than assuming they are "just as bad" as Leona. They're an outsider with a completely separate background from Leona's, and that I doubt that most people have the magic to rival his strength. Where would their fear of the spouse be reasonably coming from? I think the more likely situation would be the public feeling sympathy for the spouse (like, what if Leona's magic harms them) and wondering what they must see in the second-born prince. There might be a lot of gossip or concerns swirling around their courtship, little judgmental whispers and passing glances that are hard to avoid, maybe some hissed warnings to be careful around Leona, etc. The spouse should be careful how they react to public opinion though, as lashing out could make them be perceived as ill-tempered and crude, a poor reflection of both their own attitude as well as confirming preconceived notions of Leona. They should be equipped to handle socially complicated situations with grace and tact. When it comes to Leona, they should also be ready to provide him with some emotional support—not as a therapist he trauma dumps to or anything like that, but as a trusted and nonjudgmental confidant.

I think the spouse would receive the harshest scrutiny should they step into a more public-facing role… like if they started to enact or push for policies that go against the country’s reverence for nature and living in harmony with it. They would most certainly get pushback for it, maybe earn ire for not being “attuned” with its people. Leona’s spouse would, at the bare minimum, be expected to represent the values of Sunset Savanna and to engage in its ceremonies and traditions. For example, Leona—the second prince—is meant to train the winners of the Bead Brawl. Whatever royal duties are set for the spouses of the royal family… well, they should be prepared to fulfill them.

On the subject of privacy and sociability, it might actually be a drawback if Leona’s spouse were private and not sociable. Not being seen or interacting in public very often means people are left to their own devices and assumptions—and if Leona is the first person they associate with his spouse, it could lead to the public forming negative thoughts. "Oh, they're withdrawn because they don't care about us. Oh, they must be moody and hard to get along with." There’s a lot of earning trust that has to be done, especially if Leona intends to enact social reform, so I think it would make for better optics if his spouse really put themselves out there and was proactive in the community. Instead of framing themselves as a shut-away or some rando that married into the royal family, they have to be willing to step outside of their comfort zone and act like a leader if push comes to shove, show how outgoing and determined they can be.

Last thought I have on this matter I guess is related to how Leona’s loved ones would react. I don’t think the named characters would care about the details all too much?? Farena appears to respect his brother and treats him warmly, even when Leona brushes him off. He’d want Leona to be happy and at his best mentally and emotionally when and if he decides to help govern the country. And Cheka, well… maybe he’s a little too young to fully understand what’s going on, but I think he’d want his uncle to be happy too. I’d say even Kifaji would be on board with it, though perhaps not as openly as Farena or Cheka. He’s a stern older man, so I can absolutely see him scolding Leona and nagging him about his choice of partner—but in the way that a concerned grandparent would, you know? Not in an outright malicious way like the Briar Valley senators might. Unlike them, Kifaji can see the good in his prince and wants the best for him, even if he comes off as too overbearing at times. Kifaji doesn't unnecessarily act vitriolic or belittling to Leona, he states truths (that Leona acts improperly at times) and earnestly expresses his wish that Leona recognizes his own potential. He'll probably pull up to interrogate the spouse (because he cares that Leona marries someone who loves and values him), but ultimately give his blessings along with a plea for them to take good care of his second prince.

#twisted wonderland #twst #Leona Kingscholar #disney twisted wonderland #notes from the writing raven #question #disney twst #Kifaji #Cheka Kingscholar #Farena Kingscholar #Falena Kingscholar #Silver #Rook Hunt #Epel Felmier #Jack Howl #Savanaclaw #Ruggie Bucchi #Neji

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coolsosha · 1 month ago

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SOSHARK FOR @oya-oya-okay'S CRUISE FAN EVENT!!!

ALSO CONGRATS ON 3K!!!

actually my first time drawing for a fan event, it was silly, maybe i should draw more Fan event cards

I wasnt super prepared for how i wanna draw him, but at some point i had THE SILLIEST IDEA EVER and i HAD TO draw him just so i can ramble about it.

The main reason why im drawing this is because this clothing style is something that i never draw and never wear, which made for a really interesting challenge of designing an outfit different from what i normally make. Also i tried implementing brown into this, which is a colour that i literally NEVER use, and i think i nailed it. He has a lot of sea things because he is a merfolk, and he has a Merlin Monroe-aah fake mole because he is a DIVA

Here is a version where you can see his outfit better. Hehe, slay crossdresser king

Also i have an extremely random and obscure ramble about the way i think he would be involved in a Cruise event, it's under the cut.

i guess each time i make something involving OCs or Fan events of other people i will be cursed to make 5362718 paragraphs about it, lmao. I hope you won't be traumatised by my yapping, i am greatly sorry💔

WARNING, IT'S REALLY WEIRD AND RANDOM. The yapping below consists of "well, if it was a game then.." and i for some reason start going into the twst event Remixes??? Don't worry you can just ignore this, thats just my ramblings that make no sense. 😭🙏

Okay so, hear me out. Soshark is not the type to go on a cruise like AT ALL, thats why i wasn't planning on doing this thing, but

To think about it, he might get dragged on this thing by Azul, because "Bla bla you are a star im your manager bla bla there is a lot of rich people on a cruise we can loot some MONEY and CONNECTIONS so then i can turn you into a money machine!!!", Soshark is basically his own mini-Vil(except worse) and i think he will jump on any opportunity to turn into "The manager of that one hit star Soshark!!!" lmao.

But Soshark definitely hates it, he doesn't like sea(despite him literally coming from there) and the boat is just small and boring for him, and it's cold. He just dresses up like a Titanic-aah diva and walks around the ship drinking Grape juice, waiting for the time to go back.

If Cruise was an actual event, then i think Soshark would appear for like 2 dialogue lines and never appear again until they arrive back from the cruise. He just kinda says that he is there and goes away, he is really bored and not really invested into anything, his boss dragged him without his consent(

BUT, if we imagine that Cruise would got a Remix just like Fairy Gala... HEAR ME OUT

The Cruise Remix is the story that happened at the Cruise, except it's from the perspective of Soshark+other characters that barely got attention in the OG Cruise. And while the OG cast is doing their things, These side characters are solving a MURDER MYSTERY???(fictional stories like these happening on cruise ships are really common in media, because, yk, closed space, in a middle of the sea.)

Like they have a full ass cruise murder mystery detective where Ace???(he seems like the type) + some other characters + Soshark as a sidekick go investigate a disappearance of a woman from this ship like in stereotype murder mystery stories. Like they are super serious trying to figure out who killed someone, black/white filter all over them... WHILE THE OG CAST IS HAVING FUN DRINKING COCKTAILS AND EATING ICECREAM OR SOMETHING. But at the very end it gets revealed that Soshark FALSIFIED THE WHOLE THING because he was BORED. And all those days of Cruise vacation those side characters were solving a non-existent murder and ended up missing on all the fun because Soshark is an ass with a lot of free time. The "dead woman" is just him crossdressing with a wig on😭🙏

Like the OG gang and the Remix gang all go down on land. The OG gang from the OG Cruise event are all relaxed and happy.. and Remix gang is crying inside, while Soshark is walking with a smug face, happy that he tricked everyone😭🙏

Imagine Remix gang going and telling OG gang everything that happened. Like Ace yapping to Azul and Riddle on how they wasted the entire vacation on this. But Azul and Riddle just like "Oh? We understood that he was tricking all of you from the very start, we didn't told you because it was fun watching all of you" and Ace just looks at them like 😃

Also i think Soshark would be a sidekick in this whole thing, so his card is an SR. A sidekick that randomly turns out to be the cause of all this, lmao. I chose Ace as a victim for my yap because he just feels like someone who would get involved in a shit like this😭🙏

Anyone smart just wouldn't fall for it, i imagine the Remix cast being like.. Ace, Deuce, Kalim + someone silly and goofy as well???

This entire ramble is so stupid and random, and extremely offtopic and makes no sense probably. But i just had a vision. Soshark wouldn't ever be a part of an event like this, but i randomly came up with this extremely specific scenario which would be a quite funny event remix and would make sense for him to be involved in. And i thought it would be really interesting to ramble about it.

Sorry i made you read all this stuff, both the readers and the person who made the event😭🙏

#cruise fan event #twst fan event #fan event #twst art #twst oc #twst wonderland #disney twst #twst #oc #octavinelle #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland original character #twisted wonderland oc #disney twisted wonderland #twisted oc #twst wonderland oc #twst original character #twst octavinelle #twst card

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chocodile · 3 months ago

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Hiya! I was the advice anon from a few days back! First of thank you so so so so much for taking the time to not just answer but give such thorough advice! I really appreciate it so much, shared it with other friends of mine who have similar anxieties as I do. I really do appreciate it so much. Even if the internet isn’t how it used to be with less algorithms and numbers, I hope that I can still find my own enjoyment. I do have a best friend who I reconnected with 4 years ago and he gave me back that spark I was losing being one of the first people genuinely in love with my work much how I love his!

And yes please! I would love to hear your thoughts on meeting other creators and how to “launch” stories , and create that community! I love hearing the insight and introspection of fellow artists ! Everyone has different experiences that can be learned from and I just love reading what artists have to say about their work or methods ! Don’t worry about length, the more the better (of course please do not stress or worry about it, take all the time you need!)

Thank you again for answering my questions earnestly, made my week!

Hey Anon, sorry this took a while to get to! I've been pretty busy. I'm glad you found the first post helpful!

Regarding audience building and finding other creators... as I mentioned, I have a lot of thoughts. Here's a bunch of slightly disjointed notes on I've put together…

AUDIENCE BUILDING TIPS FROM SOMEONE WHO KINDA DID IT:

TIP 1: FIND OTHERS WITH SIMILAR INTERESTS!

Making OCs and original stories can be kind of isolating compared to, say, fandom. Best we can do is find specific points to bond over.

What is your story about? Does it involve heavy research into a specific topic, like speculative biology or real-world history? Look up tags related to this and see if anyone else is doing characters or stories based around this topic.

Does it share a theme with a popular media property? See if you can sneakily trick some of the fans of that media property into looking at your thing, too. ;) For example, a high-fantasy story might do well to court D&D fans. If you're writing a romance story, try to think of other stories and popular fandom ships that share themes with yours. You can follow artists who draw for that fandom, draw fan art for it, or make an AU of your character in that setting. Or all of the above.

This can even apply to very superficial things. Like, is your main character a woman with red hair and glasses? Did you find another artist whose favorite OC is a woman with red hair and glasses? That's a connection opportunity! And chances are, that artist may have friends or fans who ALSO like red haired women with glasses. Superficial appearance might feel like a silly thing to bond over, but catching someone's eye with your design is often the first step toward them engaging with the character more deeply.

Of course, you shouldn't be doing this as a cynical attention-grab… I absolutely wouldn't recommend courting a fandom for something you don't personally enjoy, and I wouldn't recommend following artists purely in hopes that they follow you back. That's a recipe for feeling miserable and resentful when it inevitably doesn't "pay off" immediately. Building relationships and establishing yourself in spaces takes time, and it needs to be something you enjoy doing or you'll just feel frustrated and give up.

TIP 2: BE THE ONE TO REACH OUT FIRST, BE CONSISTENT, BUT HAVE REASONABLE EXPECTATIONS.

So you've found someone you think is cool! Their story has werewolves in it, and so does yours. You think their main character is pretty cool and would like to know more about them. (And, secretly, you want them to ask you about your characters, too!)

So, get the ball rolling! Go ahead and ask them about their guy! It's scary, but that's often what you gotta do. If, after a few messages, they seem amenable, you can eventually start dropping tidbits about YOUR guy and YOUR story. "Your description of how the transformation sequence feels is very vivid and cool! In MY OWN werewolf story, transformation goes more like this…" or "Your guy who hates his werewolf side wouldn't see eye to eye with my werewolf character, who sees it as a blessing because…"

See if they bite on that. If they don't, maybe they're just not interested. But a lot of creators are interested in that kind of connection!

Some caveats here:

While many artists love that sort of attention, some people can be kinda defensive of their creations and become standoffish and prickly when strangers try to chum it up with them about OC stuff. If someone is like that, leave them be and don't try to force it.

Super popular artists tend to have way more messages than they can keep up with. You're very, very unlikely to develop an equally reciprocal friendship with them as a stranger in a short amount of time, and it's absolutely not anything personal. That's not to say you shouldn't bother interacting with them, just don't feel stung if they don't respond or follow you back. (This kind of overwhelm happens at much lower levels than you might think!) In my own experience, friendliness with a popular artist tends to happen when you're a consistent positive presence over a long period of time (often multiple years, but at least a span of 6+ months). And even then you will not be in their "inner circle" with the friends they've known for a decade, and that's fine!

Artists with smaller followings are way more likely to be receptive to following you back and doing the reciprocal friendship thing.

TIP 3: FAKE IT TILL YOU MAKE IT.

If you do manage to make a connection with someone, or get a friend or two on board with your story, commenting and sending asks and stuff publicly is extremely helpful for audience-building. Not only does it increase your visibility, but it gives shy audience members "permission" to comment themselves, and a template for what kind of comments you find agreeable. A lot of people will think "Oh I want to comment… but what if I say something wrong and they get mad? I'll just say nothing instead." If you demonstrate that you respond in a friendly manner, they'll feel more comfortable. People are herd animals like that.

Also, people love the audience engagement aspect of sending "asks" and seeing responses to comments drawn. It doesn't need to be an "ask", though--one of the first things I did for Amaranthine was draw Hyden reacting to people's tags. You could even invent a question no one actually asked and draw a response, just to show people that you are open to that kind of thing.

In fact, way back before Amaranthine, I proposed a plan to collaborate with my friends to astroturf audience engagement to launch a story by sending each other and ourselves fake anon asks with questions. I ended up not having to do that--Amaranthine's popularity caught me completely by surprise--but if I ever have to cold launch a brand new story, I would probably send myself some fake anon asks to get the ball rolling, hah. Feel free to steal this idea and try it yourself!

TIP 4: SHOW CHARACTER, SHOW LORE, OVERSHARE, AND DO IT OFTEN!

There are tons of characters on the internet. What makes them memorable is sometimes their design, but usually it's their personality and story. If people don't know anything about a character except their name, physical appearance, gender, sexuality, and three character traits, they might think "aw, that's a neat character!" but probably won't think much more than that. They may like the cool art but probably won't say a lot about it beyond #cool art.

But if you draw the same character living out their daily life, interacting with friends and lovers and enemies, hanging out in their messy room, a flashback to them as an angry teenager, a short mini-comic of the incident that got them expelled from necromancer school, all coupled with little lore tidbits that offer a deeper look into their life, world, and inner psychology… that's when they start feeling like a PERSON, not just a cool design. Couple this with the asks and stuff from tip 3 and they become "a person I, the viewer, can reach out to and engage with".

It feels vulnerable to put this stuff out there initially, when you're not getting much feedback. But by having this built-up library of art and info people can read through, new viewers will arrive, think "hey, this character seems cool!" and instead of stopping there, they'll binge on your archives. It's very fulfilling to see a new person find your stuff and then see a strong of "likes" on older pieces as they go through your story/OC tag.

…Also, people have short attention spans, and modern social media means a lot of people won't see and certainly won't remember everything you post. Kwillow and I occasionally joke about "whoa, I can't believe I got a question about a topic I already answered! Don't they remember this 1 single post I made about the topic four years ago?" NO, THEY ABSOLUTELY DO NOT. You need to restate things, repost things, etc because people are probably not paying THAT much attention. You can't just put it out there once, especially the really juicy stuff!

You also gotta stick with stuff even if it feels like it's not working. Put your stuff up on a bunch of different platforms and cast a wide net. You might only get 1 comment on Tumblr, but if you post it to Bluesky, DeviantArt, Instagram, etc, and each of those gets 1 comment, then that's 4 comments. Think of posting on other sites like extra slot machine pulls. Even the ones with bad odds are still worth doing when the cost to pull the lever is basically nothing.

TIP 5: THE BITTER PILL:

Bitter pill to swallow: Modern social media favors things that can be distilled down into hashtags/tropes/aesthetics. Furries, punks, cottagecore, monsterfucker, D&D-esque, enemies to lovers, princess-core, werewolves… the harder something is to reblog with #aesthetic, the harder it is to sell in general. It'll always be harder to sell Bob The Regular Human Guy's story than it would be to sell that same Bob as a furry, or Bob as a shy punk with a shipping-fanfic-trope-friendly crush on a guy at a coffee shop. This doesn't mean you can't or shouldn't try, but it is something to be aware of. Like, if your thing isn't doing social media numbers, odds are high it's not bad, just not hashtaggable enough.

This is one of the reasons I say to try to focus on yourself and a small group of like-minded friends first. You can't count on social media mechanisms to help boost you if you're marching to the beat of your own drum. You can try to use tropes and fandom for your benefit, as described in #1, but even so it's often kind of an uphill battle.

However, if you have a ton of energy and love for your project then the awesome glowing power of your passion will help draw people to you. People like that energy! It may never be huge social media numbers, but do remember that every single person who interacts with your stuff is A WHOLE ENTIRE REAL PERSON, and that's pretty damn cool. 10 notes on something is 10 entire people standing in your living room giving you the thumbs up.

Anyway, hope at least a few of these tips are helpful! The social media landscape for artists is, frankly, very bad right now, and if you are struggling and feeling discouraged you are not alone. But there are still ways to find each other even in this landscape!

#not an art post #anon #ask #artist advice

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l00kingatthem00n · 4 months ago

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━━ " COMPLIMENTS TO SMILE, A LIGHT TO SUN. "

━━ ABOUT.

hi! :] my name is west or crescent and welcome to my writing blog for oc x canon and x reader / yumeship shenanigans. here is a little bit about me!

i'm 18 years old and filipino.

i go by any pronouns, but he/him is preferable.

if you can't tell, i'm BIG into writing!!! i have an ao3 by the name of "inthemorningsun" i won't be posting tere as much as my tumblr, but you'll see me uploading my longer works on there.

my icon was made by my good bud @/enveelopes on twitter. please go follow them!!

━━ INTERESTS.

essentially, what i'll be willing to write for.

roblox: - block tales. - decaying winter. - frozen soul (dream game). - forsaken. - phighting. - regretevator. - starstruck.

project moon: - lobotomy corporation. - library of ruina. - limbus company.

━━ RULES.

please read thoroughly, if there are any questions just send them in my asks! they will also be updated accordinly.

first and foremost, this blog is more of a hobby and will not consume the majority of my time. i'll be taking 5-10 requests at a time. so, please understand that a select amount of requests will be taken. not only that, requests might take a while because i want to ensure it satisfies my standards.

while i will entertain instances of suggestive / smutty content, such as answering asks or writing works that involve it, please be aware that i am not currently willing to thoroughly write out actual smut. please be understanding of that- and don't worry, such content will be appropriately tagged "nsfw." regardless, feel free to peruse through posts that are "sfw" if you don't wish to come across those types of works.

whenever you request, it's completely optional, but i'd encourage you to be as specific as you can! other than whatever character(s) you want, please let me know whatever details you think are necessary! like if you want romantic or platonic, fluff or angst, or if you want headcanons or drabbles.

rapid-fire! what i will be willing to write: - fluff, angst, suggestive content. - romantic, platonic and queer platonic relationships. - headcanons, drabbles, and the occasional one-shot. - multiple characters x reader.

what i won't be willing to write: - romantic relationships with characters who are confirmed to be minors / children. - anything else that is problematic like incest, rape or anything non-consensual. - romanticized yandere. i can write it, but it will include how toxic and unhealthy a relationship like that is. - character x character / ships, but i do enjoy talking about them.

less of a rule, more of a heads-up, but sometimes i will write a character's appearance with my headcanons in mind, mainly to just add some more silly flares to their designs. this will most often apply to forsaken or phighting characters.

━━ TAGS.

sfw: self-explanatory

nsfw: also self-explanatory.

moonbeams: posts that are essentially anything that isn't writing! usual post stuff you'd see on tumblr hehe.

━━ MASTERLIST.

a compilation of all my written works.

n/a.

━━ QUEUE.

DO NOT REQUEST IN MY INBOX ANYMORE!!! PLEASE AND THANK YOU!! :'D

survivors & killer!reader headcanons.

yandere!survivors & doctor!reader headcanons.

━━ " THIS FEELS NATURAL, NO SUBSTITUTE, NO ONE. "

#absolute beast of a blog intro #im so sorry 😭#holy moly so many tags uhm #sfw #blog intro #introduction #introductory post #block tales x reader #decaying winter x reader #forsaken x reader #phighting! x reader #phighting x reader #regretevator x reader #lobotomy corporation x reader #library of ruina x reader #limbus company x reader #dream game x reader #starstruck x reader

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smoooothoperator · 1 year ago

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What Was I Made For?

05: The Loneliest

Charles Leclerc x driver!OC (Dafne Morelli)

childhood enemies, forced proximity, accidental pregnancy, enemies to lovers

Warnings: Charles POV, jaeloussy, Melanie (you'll see), maybehelovesherbutheissoidiottoadmititsohepreferstoactlikehehatesher.

a/n: Hiiii!!! I hope everyone is okay and excited because today is race day!! And Lando is onpole yayyyy. Also, I hope everyone has a great start of summer :3

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The first time the Morelli family met my family was during a trip we made to Greece during summer. Our families sat close to each other during the meals in the restaurant and our parents talked with each other, making us, the kids, hang out together.

The first time I saw Dafne Morelli, she was wearing a pink summer dress with little flowers in it, with her long chocolate hair tied in two pigtails, and her tiny hand wrapped around a plushie of a cat.

At first, we were friends, as friends as you can be with someone you just met. Her sisters and my brothers were the same age, the two of us were middle kids, and somehow we understood each other.

The first time she said she hated me was a day I was feeling completely sick, wasted. That day I woke up with a stomach ache and I tried to hide it, not wanting to worry my parents, and somehow not wanting to miss the fun of the day.

Our families went together to a beach near the hotel, planning on spending the entire day there, having lunch in a restaurant that is on the first row in front of the beach. I tried my best to seat something, but that made it worse and the nausea kept growing, making me feel anxious.

“Charlie, are you okay?” Dafne was the first one to notice that something bad was happening to me, looking at me worried.

“Yeah, don't worry”

I barely went to the water that day, staying in the towel, sitting there alone. Until Dafne came to sit next to me.

“Are you sure you are okay?”

I nodded, looking away and making her sigh. But she stayed there with me. For a moment I thought I was feeling better, so I got up and looked at her, reaching for her hand.

“Let's walk to those rocks, I saw a cat over there”

She got up with a jump and grabbed my hand, walking with me and searching with her blue eyes for a cat. And when we found it, she smiled wide. She clapped her tiny hands softly, looking at the calico cat.

“It's so cute!” she gasped, pointing her finger to the animal. “Did you know that in Japan they think that a calico cat means luck?”

“Oh really?” I smiled looking at her.

“Yes! They think that they scare the ghosts, that's why the men that work on the ships brought them with them. To scare the ghosts” she nodded.

“How do you know that?”

“I'm a cat lover”

I laughed and she looked at me, then at the cat.

But what happened next was what started it all.

She held my cheeks with her hands and pressed her lips on mine quickly, making me flinch and keep my eyes closed. That was my first kiss.

Maybe it was the nerves because of it, or the fact that I ate when my stomach refused to be nice, or maybe it was the smell of the sea.

But the moment she took a step back, looking at me with a wide smile, I threw up right in front of her, coughing and gasping.

I heard her gasp and fall back, making her hurt her hands and cry. I gasped once I felt my stomach empty, looking at her, watching how her hands had blood and tiny rocks in it and her eyes full of tears.

“I hate you, Charles Leclerc!” she cried, trying to get up and running away from me. She never called me by my full name.

Dafne Morelli. My first kiss. And the one that hates me the most.

When I started karting, my family invited her family to join us.

Dafne never talked to me again, and somehow I felt bad because of it. It was like I didn't exist after that incident on the Greek beach. Even if I tried to explain myself, she always walked away, hugging her cat plushie.

I got confused because of that. At first I thought it was because she felt embarrassed, because I threw up just the moment after she kissed me. During all that week when our families were together for the first time, Dafne and I were stuck to each other, playing together and taking naps in the same bed.

At first I thought it was because she discovered the boys were disgusting. But then I saw her with Jules, smiling and talking with him, blushing.

And somehow, that feeling I never knew I could feel, grew wild. Jealousy. I was jealous. But of what? Of who?

I saw her talking with other boys, smiling and laughing. And when she was near me, everything I received was a glacial gaze, with her blue eyes freezing me even on the hottest day of July.

But what I hated the most is that she started karting too. That Jules was helping her too. That sometimes she was better than me. That, no matter what, she always had her chin up and a proud smile, even if she lost a race or her engine stopped working.

I started to hate her confidence. How people helped her. How, after she took me out of a race and I was practically sent to the mud, everyone ran to her to check if she was alright.

“Why do you hate her?” Jules asked me after I recognized, for the first time, that I hated her. “She's not bad”

“She is” I groaned. “She makes mistakes and people still congratulate her. It's because she's a girl? I'm doing better than her and no one comes to celebrate my podium like how they go to celebrate her points”

“You are jealous” he sighed. “You have to understand that girls do not always succeed in this sport. People cheer for her because she's brave and she tries. Why do you keep making it harder for her?”

Jules always knew that my career was going to be brilliant. He helped me be on the teams I liked, talked about me to the team principals. And he did the same with Dafne.

And I should feel proud that a woman I know was becoming famous, getting the credits for everything she did.

But why couldn't I? Why did I always have to keep fighting her, teasing her? Why did I have that need of challenging her to see where her limit was?

At some point, I forgot why I hated her. Was it because I was jealous? Or maybe because I

was afraid of who she would become if no one stops her? Maybe because people like her more.

The morning I woke up next to her I felt somehow familiar.

That scent, one that never changed, was next to me again, making me dream with my childhood and those beaches with crystal clear water. It was warm and soft, making me remember that little girl that always asked me to take naps with her.

But when I noticed it was her, I immediately knew that it was a mistake.

Her loud voice made my ears ring, starting a headache I would have for the rest of the day.

When she made me look around the room I understood it. I slept with her. And our naked bodies and the clothes spread over the floor said that it wasn't only that.

The anger she held in her eyes was something I never saw and it made my heart squeeze tightly, making me swallow thickly and take a step back.

But then, again, words started to blurb without control out of my mouth, making me dissociate from my own body and not understand what was happening. Why am I insulting her? Why is she screaming? Why am I provoking her? Why… Why did she say she slept with Mick? Why, why, why?

The moment her heel hit my chest and threatened me I knew I had to leave before things started to get worse.

This time I fucked up. Big time.

Jules would be so disappointed with me. So, so, so disappointed. And disgusted.

When I closed the door behind me I gasped, turning around and just facing the door of my own room.

I thought it was my room. I had sex with Dafne thinking it was Melanie.

I clench my jaw and search for the key to my room, opening it carefully. But then I found something that, somehow, I knew it could happen.

Melanie with a random guy on my bed. Of course.

“Get out” I said, standing in front of the bed and looking at them. “The two of you. Now!”

They woke up and gasped, hiding their bodies with the blanket. I scoffed, shaking my head and grabbing clean clothes, searching for my phone.

Fuck, where did I leave it? I couldn't find it last night. Where is it? Maybe in the club of the hotel.

“You better be out of this room once I come back” I told Melanie and the other guy. “And whatever that you thought that was going on between us, is done”

I groan and get dressed in the bathroom, not looking at them before walking out of the room.

My mind was spiraling, getting flashbacks from last night. The words I said about Dafne. How angry she was. How did I get to this point? Why? Why can't I stop?

When I went to the club and asked if they found a phone, I knew someone stole it when the guard said there wasn't a phone on lost objects.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I groaned, walking away and going back to the room. Thankfully, Melanie and that guy were no longer there.

I sat on the bed and sighed, looking around. Where is my phone, God damn it.

After searching all over the room, and not finding it, I gave up and packed all my stuff to leave the room and go home. I'll have to give up the private jet and go home by car, using the GPS of the car and probably listening to the radio.

I walked out of the room with my backpack and suitcase, going to the hall and looking around to see if I could find my family. But they probably left already. Great.

I sighed, going to my car and placing my things there, starting the engine and driving out of the city, driving through the road on my way home.

Nearly four hours of silence, only with the occasional voice of the GPS. I hated it, but I started to think about everything that happened.

Did I really say that Dafne sucked dicks to get on her seat? That she doesn't deserve to be in Formula 1? Who was saying that? Me?

Twenty years of knowing each other and I still can't understand why I hate her and why she hates me. And it feels that the only thing we know to do when we are around each other is to fight. Why can't we stop? It's so exhausting fighting with her. Why can't I go back in time and tell that little girl that I was feeling sick, that I needed to throw up and stay in bed?

The moment I opened the door of my apartment I felt my body heavier than ever. I was exhausted, my head was going to explode and the only thing I wanted to do was sleep until tomorrow.

But I knew I had to do things. I had to go to the bank to cancel my account, just in case whoever stole my phone decided to give themselves a feast and use the card of the phone to buy things. I had to go to the phone company to cancel my card and ask them to give me a new one. I had to use my laptop to close all the social media on my phone.

It felt like I was isolated. Things were happening without me knowing it. People were saying things without me knowing it.

I spent most of the day out, taking care of things and even buying a new phone, assuming I wasn't going to see my old phone anymore.

At first I didn't notice it, but everyone I found in the street or people from the stores were staring at me. Not in a good way, that's what I noticed after the fourth store I walked in. The smiles and welcomes were inexistent. No one walked towards me to take pictures with me.

When I went back to my apartment, there was another pair of shoes at the front door.

Melanie.

“What are you doing here” I frowned, leaving the bags on the table. “I think I left it clear that I was done with you”

“You actually don't hate her, do you?”

I frown looking at her, clenching my jaw. What is she talking about?

“It’s only a facade” she said. “Come on, it makes sense! And it's perfect for marketing. What was the fandom calling it… Oh, right! Enemies to lovers”

“What are you talking about, Melanie” I frowned.

“You know, at first I was curious when I found out about you” she nodded. “When we matched on Raya I searched for you on Instagram. And there was something that caught my attention. You like brunettes. But not only that. Brunettes with blue eyes”

I clench my jaw, listening to her. There's no way she's saying what I think she will say.

“And then I saw her” she laughed. “Your so-called enemy, Dafne Morelli. How curious, huh? Brunette and blue eyes. You clearly have a type. And that made me think… You dated girls that look like her because you can't have her? That's so ridiculous, you know?”

“Who I date is none of your business” I frowned, trying to defend myself.

“Don't worry” she laughed. “In fact, I helped you to make it more obvious that you hate her. Just so no one will suspect about you being in love with your teammate”

“You are crazy” I groaned. “Me in love with her? Don't make me laugh”

“It wasn't me who went to her room last night to fuck her” she said. “And here's your phone”

I frown and look at her, grabbing her bag and placing my phone on the table. She had it? All this time?

“You should thank me” she smiled. “I probably saved you from telling a lie in public”

“A lie?” I frown.

“Oh, yeah” she chuckled. “Your boss sent you a text asking you to apologize for the words you said last night. I mean, you know what they say about drunk people, that they always tell the truth. And yesterday you were wasted”

I clench my jaw and grab my phone. She knew my code, I told her. What the fuck did she do?

“What have you done” I frown while reading the messages.

“What you deserve” she laughed, getting up and walking past me. “You wanted to win? I helped you. You're welcome”

Before I could say anything to her, the door of the apartment closed behind her. I grabbed my phone and read everything. The messages I didn't write, the punishment I'll receive. Then the posts on Twitter and Instagram about what happened last night. The hate towards Dafne.

What have I done?

Days went by. My family stopped talking to me disappointed by my actions. I don't blame them, I deserve it.

I tried to talk with Dafne's sisters, but none of them texted back.

The days I went to Maranello she wasn't there, somehow she found a way of avoiding me just by looking a t the schedule.

Everyone in the factory was mad with me, disappointed. And it's all my fault. I reached the limit of what was acceptable. And even if I thought about going to talk with Fred and explain that I didn't write those texts, I knew he wouldn't believe me. Why would he? He knew about my rivalry with Dafne.

So I had to accept the blame. I felt ashamed of myself.

“I just don't get it, mate” Pierre sighed, sitting next to me after we went to the golf course. “I knew you and Dafne were rivals since forever, even during karting. But what you said the other Sunday… I'm sorry, but I never imagined you would say something like that”

“I guess… I guess I'm jealous” I sighed. “And I know it sounds childish, that's the worst. But somehow, whenever I see her near me I dissociate and let my body work, watching how it acts alone without me knowing what's going on”

“And why can't you try and talk with her, to explain?” he sighed.

“Believe me, I tried to do that twenty years ago” I sighed, shaking my head. “And she just ignored me, running away. And I probably made her family hate me. So… Hurray…”

I sigh and hold my head with my hands, taking a deep breath.

“You know she's receiving hate, right?” he sighed.

“I know… and it's my fault” I groaned. “And I can't apologize because Melanie just did the stupidest thing ever and no one will believe me”

“I told you that girl was suspicious and you never heard…” Pierre laughed weakly, patting my back. “But maybe you should find another way to apologize. I don't know… Use your imagination”

“Yeah, sure” I sighed. “Can you… Can you ask Kika to keep an eye on her? I know they are friends”

“Of course” he nodded.

When I went back to my apartment I frowned when the receptionist called me to give me a letter.

“Seems important, sir” he said. “The mailman came asking for you to give it in hand, but I told him you were out. He asked me to give it to you personally”

“Thank you” I nodded, grabbing the letter and going to my apartment.

I sighed, sitting on the couch and looking at the envelope, opening it.

And then my breath hitched when I read what it said.

She reported me. She really reported me for defamation.

Fuck.

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killa-cookie · 5 months ago

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ONE WHO SWIMS IN THE DEEP ABYSS

: Mermaid Gn!Cookie reader who can change into a human when met at land.

Black Pearl x Gn! Reader

Since some may be confused about how gn! Reader still has legs but not a mermaid tail, since They are a hybrid but a cookie dominating side. The mermaid tail is a literal tail as the legs just develop scaly texture.

Heat wave cookie mention (oc)

have you ever heard of mer-cookies, my dear?

"Of course! Everyone knows about them! "

Have you heard of the tale that there is one mer-cookie, who can blend in with other land cookies?

" whaaattt! No way!! "

I'll tell you a story, sweetie.

You had been scavenging in multiple seas for treasures and gold, you couldn't help that they were so alluring...

The shiniest of treasures are most precious of them all, don't you think?

At this point, you had travelled all the seas, and all the shores. But there is this one sea you did not dare to pass through..

The Duskgloom sea.

...

You had been travelling on land for a while, taking a break from the sea. Exploring markets, villages, and tundras.

"Hey, ________ cookie! "

"Hello Heat wave cookie.... "

"Ya going to the beach again? Cmon whenever you go to shore, you always disappear for like... Months!"

"It's only weeks, heat wave. "

"Tch, whateverr... Anyways safe travels! "

Heat wave ran off to whatever shenanigans she had planned, but you were worried though... Since this is the day you would finally visit the Dusk gloom sea. Even the name itself gave you shivers!

You neared the shore as the water met your feet, slowly and steadily you went deeper into the sea. You feet gaining a scaly texture as a big tail began to form behind you.

You fully succumbed to the sea and began wandering off. Your gills allow you to breathe in the water and your big tail allows you to swim quite fast.

You had been swimming for a hot 30 minutes before the water around you had started to change, the cool-icy color fading into a dark one.

Slowing your pace down, you began to see wrecked ships, cookie crumbs, and mostly... Wrecked ships. And more wrecked ships.

Normally anyone would be scared, but you? You were excited. Most of the ships here are pirate ships, you know what pirate ships have? Treasures, and there were a hell lot of ships.

But you couldn't shake off the feeling that someone was watching you closely...

"....eh who cares!"

You began diving near the ships, and just as you expected there were a lot of treasures. Mostly cookie remains but there were still treasures.

......

While scavenging the final ship before going back to shore, you noticed a glint... No, sparkles in the distance. Sparkles from TREASURES.

You began swimming quickly to the glinting of gold, not having any other care in the world. And there it was... The beautiful pile of gold!

"Haha! YES." you celebrated for a bit before diving into the mountain of gold, until...

"You're a greedy one, aren't you?"

An alluringly dark voice echoed around, you quickly exited the pile of gold to look around. You were in a panic.

You saw a dark looking mermaid, her tail gently Sparkling. She looked gorgeous, but also deadly... Wait a minute—!?

Is this the Black Pearl Cookie every one in the sea and on land fears!?

You slowly backed away from her, but she just kept getting closer. She then took a quick look at your body, before pausing at your legs.

"You have a mermaid tail, yet you have legs."

Her glare turned sharper, black Pearl was thinking of you as a cookie, or a mermaid. But she just couldn't choose. You were a mermaid, but a cookie nonetheless.

"....What are you?"

"I am a mermaid... But also a cookie....... Mostly cookie.... " you squeaked out, hiding in the nearest dead coral you could find.

Black Pearl let out a hum, she had never seen someone like you before.

"Follow me, I demand an explanation."

She had swam past you, and you followed.

You wanted to explain to her knowing she wants some information, but all you could do was quiver in fear. The swim to her throne was awkward, as none of you dared to speak.

"You're a shy one, no?" She looked at you with a... Curious gaze.

"Well not usually since you are THE Black Pearl coo—" you had quickly slapped your hand on your mouth, realizing what you had just said.

"I-im sosososooo sorry I didn't mean it like that—!! Please forgive me—"

You were cut off by an amused giggle, she looked... Happy.

But most important of all, she laughed at YOU. Was she laughing in joy, or did she cringe so bad to the point she let out a chuckle?

"I find you amusing, little treasure."

You thought..

"She was... Enjoying my company!?— wait a minute what did she just call me"

Awkward seconds had passed before your face flushed red and your body started to slowly sink to the ocean floor.

Black Pearl cookie hoisted you up and proceeded to travel to her throne, she looked down at you for a second before caressing your cheek.

"Don't worry treasure... You'll stay safe with me— forever."

Woah, so black Pearl took the half cookie-mermaid all to her self? How greedy... Hmph!

Would you blame her, I mean a miracle just so happened to pass by your sea. Don't tell me you wouldn't get possessive over them, right?

I guess so... Anyways how do you know all this ______ cookie?

Let's just say.... I was very close to the mer-cookie. . .

You stared out into the sea knowing that she, Black Pearl Cookie... Is waiting for you to return to her embrace.

#crk x reader #gn reader #x gn reader #x reader #crk #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #gender neutral reader #black pearl cookie #crob x reader #crob #killaswork

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cyanide-latte · 3 months ago

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TWST fan event: Wishmaster's Concert

Event introduction ficlet: Copper Benoit

Event banner by: @ramshacklerumble

(Event details here)

Characters: Copper Benoit and Jackie (my OCs,) Epel Felmier, Marja Felmier (referenced), Gia Yugo ( @ramshacklerumble 's Yuusona, referenced)

Word count: 748

Content warnings: none

Important note: While this event is open for anyone to use at any point in their OC's timeline, for my own works and lore I have this concert taking place during Copper's Junior year at NRC, when he is Housewarden of Pomefiore with Epel as his Vice-Housewarden.

A final once-over cemented for the young man that he was set and ready to go. Magical pen in one pocket, lock-picking set in another, a decent amount of thaumarks in another and substantially more thaumarks in a hidden pocket that only a fool would attempt to steal. A few other necessities, including some cosmetics, he grabbed and tucked into the embroidered patched-on pockets on his pants.

"Right, I think that's everything…"

There was a sudden chattering and a furry weight dropped onto his shoulder, tiny paws digging into him wherever they could reach. He let out a sudden laugh and nodded, amused.

"Right, right, sorry Jackie," Copper said, reaching up to give the monkey an affectionate scratch on his head. The capuchin let out a trill, mollified, and gently poked at the battle jacket he'd landed on, prompting Copper to chide him for pulling on a stud before they exited the room and locked up.

Other Pomefiore students going about their business throughout the dorm stopped as Copper passed by, many of them delightedly greeting him with an enthusiastic "Housewarden! Have fun at the concert!" A smile grew on Copper's face, regal, charming, and utterly proud of them, of his dorm, and he returned each with appreciation. He didn't stop or slow his commanding stride until at last he reached the lounge and saw his Vice-Housewarden.

"AAGH!"

And his Vice-Housewarden saw him.

"What in the—Copper! Talk about scarin' a guy!"

"Hehe, sorry Epel," he said, unable to hold back a laugh. "I wanted to go ahead and do my makeup now, get ahead of the tide of this thing."

To his credit, Epel recovered quickly and offered a smile of his own. "Well, it is smart thinking! And ya did great with it! Vil'd be proud."

"You ready to hold down the fort while I'm gone?"

"You bet! I'll keep it, er, ship-shape?"

At that remark, Jackie let out a noise that could only be described as a shriek, but with no real power behind it. Copper lifted his shoulder just a fraction and the monkey leapt clear over him and landed heavily on Epel's shoulder.

"I trust you guys," Copper insisted. "Just keep an eye on that menace while I'm gone. If he gets too bothersome, withhold all apples."

Jackie swiveled his head around and stared at Copper with big wet eyes as if to innocently suggest "who, me?" and promptly began to play with Epel's hair.

"Don't worry, we'll have fun," Epel said, waving a dismissive hand, before remembering something. "Oh, right! Remind me again who all's gonna be performin' at the concert?"

"Wishmaster is headlining," Copper said, ticking the bands off on his fingers, "and they're going to also have Pixie Metal, Fighting Dragons, H.D.M., and UnderDark."

"Ahh, that's right…" Epel looked somewhat abashed, and shuffled his weight from foot to foot in a way he hadn't done since they were freshmen. "Umm…"

"What is it? You know you can ask me anything, Epel."

His Vice-Housewarden managed a sheepish look before inhaling, exhaling, and squaring his shoulders.

"I know I asked ya if ya'd pick up an autograph from UnderDark for Meemaw…"

Copper nodded. Epel had been more than willing to look after Jackie in addition to filling in on Housewarden duties during the concert, but since he was also not going to be attending due to Spelldrive practice, it felt only fair to offer to pick up something for him. When Copper had learned Epel's grandmother, Marja, was an UnderDark fan, he immediately promised he'd look into getting an autograph from the band for her.

"But, if it's not too much trouble," Epel continued, "do- d'ya think ya could pick me up a Fighting Dragons shirt?"

"Done!"

"Oh. That was…quick?"

Copper grinned and winked. "For everything you're willing to do, that's an easy request!" Giving himself a final, quick brush down, he posed for feedback.

"Knock 'em dead!"

"Aye, and you break a leg."

The two reached up, lightly smacked their fists together, and then Copper was on his way. He was buzzing with energy, a spring in his step and mischief on his mind as he headed out to meet the others at the Mirror Chamber. Perhaps he and Gia would make it there first and continue going over their plans. If not, there would be plenty of opportunity over this concert to confer and carry out their little scheme. And plenty of fun to be had too.

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hi I love your blog we have very much the same opinions in everything except klamille is my favourite klaus ship and klaurora is second

I have been trying to enjoying klaus fics or any tvdu fics on wattpad but every thing I have read so far doenst show the characters accurately which is very annoying

I was hoping and want to request if you could give me some recommendations on fics on wattpad that are good. (Mainly klaus but any love interest would be good)

could you please give a short summary/review so far of any recommendation you give so I don’t waste time starting one only to not like ir

sorry if I am sounding rude English is not my first language but I can read it fully thank I you very much

Don't worry, you're not sounding rude at all, if anything you actually sound really sweet. I'm glad we share some opinions and I'm really honored you came to me for some suggestions.

I haven't read long fanfictions in a while outside works in ao3, I left Wattpad a few time ago but I'll still try my best, tho I'm not very good at giving summaries. Fair warning these are mainly fanfics I've read in Archive of Our Own, not Wattpad, but I hope it's not a problem. If it annoys you, send me an ask and I'll give you some Wattpad recommendations!

Patisserie (ao3, poly Mikaelson siblings x original female character, no incest) by @wickedlyemma:

Stats: (published: 2020-12-29), (completed: 2023-03-12), (words: 154,943), (chapters: 45/45), (comments: 4,385), (kudos: 8,469), (bookmarks: 1,799), (hits: 279,967)

Tags: Polyamory, Sugar Daddy, Self-Indulgent, Explicit Sexual Content, No Incest, Slow Burn, Not Canon Compliant

Summary:

I think we've all read those kind of tvdu fanfics where the main character is a teenager, usually related to the Gilbert or the Forbes, still in high school and who suddenly stops trying to make a life for herself just because she gets dragged into the supernatural world. Well, Patisserie is the opposite of that. For once, the main character isn't a teen but an adult around her twenties, who works at a bakery and is completely unaware of the supernatural world until Klaus decides to change that.

The slow burn is is truly worthy of a chef's kiss, the way the author describes and writes the Mikaelson is just so on point it hurts. Their family dynamic is so entertaining to watch, but it's as fucked up as it is in the show, which it's something not many authors can accomplish. The way they behave around the main character, a simple human, it's so amusing because they truly know nothing despite their age and she's just so easy to relate to, because for once the oc is not ridiculously overpowered.

The way we perceive the Mikaelson and the vampire world from a human pov is truly interesting, how she copes with all of it and eventually learns to love all of them individually while being aware of the danger is so well done. Kol and her, as well as her relationship with Klaus, are particularly interesting to read, especially considering how they all behaved around her at the beginning and especially because both of them are the most dangerous members of their family. They are all selfish creatures, and I love how it shows the more their relationships with her develop.

Apotheosis (ao3, Klaus x original female character) by atriums;

Stats: (published: 2022-01-01), (completed: 2022-12-13), (words: 158,264), (chapters: 31/31), (comments: 606), (kudos: 1,817), (bookmarks: 491), (hits: 69,472)

Tags: POV Alternating, Minor Original Character(s), Minor Character Death, Canonical Character Death, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Implied/Referenced Sex, Sexual Content, Devoted Reader, Author Rejects Canon and Substitutes It with Their Own, Cannibalistic Werewolf Cults, Nobody Is Good But Also Nobody Is Evil, These Characters are Flawed and Problematic (Probably), This Fic is Not a Bastion for Healthy Characters and Relationships, Reader/OC Especially, Reader/OC can be any ethnicity

Summary;

You know those fanfics who fix (almost) everything problematic in canon? Apotheosis does exactly that. In this story, Klaus isn't a complete irredeemable character for once, but he also isn't half as bad as his canon version, and due to the oc being a werewolf, this fanfic does expand on his werewolf side a little more than The Vampire Diaries or The Originals ever did. His family and him actually have a healthy bond, and Finn gets the recognition he deserves for once.

The story is set in season three of TVD, exactly when Klaus and Stefan are trying to make hybrids for his pack, and in a ironic plot twist, Klaus decides to take you with him when you're still a werewolf after you say you're not worthy to be a hybrid, at least not yet.

Her devotion to him is completely endearing and I absolutely love how Klaus actually cares for his pack, especially because they're all canonical characters who were killed way too quickly. Her relationships with the members of their pack are so well written, and this fanfic it's the perfect mix of humour and seriousness. It has a ongoing sequel, which I just adore. I warn you though, all the characters have several differences from their canon versions.

Twisted Obsession (fanfiction.net, Klaus x original female character) by rocket-queen98;

Stats: Originals, M, English, Romance & Angst, chapters: 16, words: 59k+, favs: 1k+, follows: 1k+, updated: May 6, 2023 published: Aug 13, 2016, [Klaus M., OC] Elijah M., Hope M.

Summary;

Lola is one of the most adorable mc I've read. She is human and around nineteen, if I remember correctly, and just a sweet girl and adorable. She's introduced into the supernatural world thanks to baby Hope, who is just the cutest, due to her needing a mother figure now that Hayley wasn't present in her life thanks to the curse placed on her.

Her relationship with Hope is my favorite part of the whole fanfic. She doesn't suddenly turn into her mother, she doesn't intend to either, but rather becomes her best friend and Klaus and her develop a bond thanks to this. The way father and daughter interact is so heartwarming too, the subtle hints of them being werewolves, and seeing a main character having a good relationship with her father for once is a good turn, especially in tvd fanfics.

It's clear Klaus and Lola have something going on, even if they won't admit out loud, but for some reason the people around them give the impression they don't actually want them to date. There is implications something more fucked up than usual is going on with Klaus and his relationships, and I'm pretty sure him and Cami were a thing in this fic too. Surprisingly, Hayley and Cami aren't turned into absolute bitches, but there is Jackson bashing though.

The Girl in the Forest (fanfiction.net, Klaus x original female character) by noblecrescent;

Stats: Originals, T, English, Mystery & Romance, chapters: 30, words: 311k+, favs: 232, follows: 176, updated: Feb 19, 2017 published: Jan 23, 2016, [Klaus M., OC] [Elijah M., Camille O'Connell]

Summary;

This fanfic is a tetralogy of books set in The Originals, I read those fanfics a while ago so forgive me for any mistake. Maleny is a witch who was cursed, if I remember correctly, and was constantly body-jumping every short time.

In one of her lives, she met Klaus and they fell in love, but she died, if I'm not wrong, and they end up meeting again in New Orleans time later where he has a child on the way and a kingdom to conquer.

I can't remember a lot more without giving you spoilers, but it's worth checking it out!

Now, I'll give no more summaries because I honestly don't remember a lot of the next fanfics, but it's your choice if you want to read them;

A Veil Between Love and Hate (fanfiction.net, Klaus x original female character) by MandalorianHybrid;

Stats: Originals, T, English, chapters: 57, words: 200k+, favs: 609, follows: 359, updated: Sep 15, 2019 published: Jan 30, 2014, [Klaus M., OC]

Summary; Another five books set in The Vampire Diaries, with a story that eventually moves to The Originals.

Allure (wattpad, Klaus x oc x Stefan) by @viavolterra;

Stats: 575k Readings, 20,5k Votes, 34 Chapters

Summary;

I just could not not recommend this fanfic. Mia comes to Mystic Falls to seek revenge after Damon kills her best friend Lexi, but she of course gets dragged by the problems in that little town.

The thing I like the most about Via's story is how there is no cliché: no bashing towards Tyler or Elena, Mia actually befriends them, Bonnie gets the recognition and love she deserves, Klaus doesn't suddenly turn into a different person just because he loves the oc, he continues to be a piece of shit, and how sweet and empathetic she is, not like those reused badass mc who are just rude.

I would recommend some more, but it's kinda hard to find fanfics with a good Klaus depiction. I'm pretty sure I left out a lot of amazing fanfics, though.

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