#iswm mets

[jackaycola]

Captain Cuddles and 2.0 Moth M.E.T!

What are they chatting about?

(Captain Cuddles belongs to @cuddlesworks !)

I was heavily inspired by Haro‘s sketches and I had to draw these!! I have permission so MUAHAH ISWM OC propaganda.

[cuddlesworks]

My half of an art trade with @jackaycola !

[xshatteredreflectionsx]

Why did The Author kill you off?

[crackedegotheories]

when there's smth strange in the new mark vid who you gonna call?

crackedegotheories!!!

(got thrown into a swirling rift in what I can only guess is the fabric of reality and told I needed to find an ax to help someone talking in blue lettered text)

You rang? (Side note, YouTube lost its notifications privileges with me, so I saw this message before I saw Mark's new video. It's probably the only reason I had enough time to type this post up before I head off to the airport, so thank you!)

Okay, to recap: We have a really weird drive by bee attack. No relation to the lore or anything, just bizarre. RIP, bee, you went out stinging. Then we have Mark talking about his love of being dropped into horrors beyond his imagining (not a masochist) and deep lore, before asking Lixian to show us something very deep--"throw them in the hole!"

Lixian says to the viewer, "I guess it's your turn to go into the hole" (my emphasis, we'll get back to that), before we go into a pink, flaming hole. It's tempting to draw the comparison to the wormhole from ISWM, but what's interesting is the color--the only time we see a pink wormhole in Space is when Wilford calls us a ride after ours, uh, was "mysteriously" stabbed.

Inside the hole, there are swirling clouds and flashes of blue lightning. Near the end, there's a break in the clouds that actually kind of looks like a side path to the left, but unlike In Space, we don't have an option of left or right here, we just plummet through the main hole to be met with darkness, and blue text.

"Help me", "Please, help me", and "Only you can find the axe."

Someone is asking for help, someone who claims that only the viewer can find the axe. So, let's talk about the axe, shall we?

First, we start with my boy, Damien:

In DAMIEN, the very first thing we see is Damien himself, chopping down a tree with an axe. This is apparently a daily thing for him, and he chops down a LOT of trees, but in the climax of the video when finally confronting Actor Mark, Damien doesn't have his axe. Instead, Celine arrives, using the axe to break through to Damien and, uh, giving it to Actor Mark to hold for a second.

Chronologically, the next time the axe is picked up is at the end of the fan game for Damien made by Lixian, just for Mark. At about the 48 minute mark, Damien/Dark sets his axe down as he's greeted by Wilford, which is then picked up by Lixian himself.

Lixian is scratched up, presumably from his fight with Lunky in 3 Scary Games #61 which has Lixian attempt to cage Lunky only for Lunky to break out.

It's in the following, unnumbered 3 Scary Games that we first see Lixian wield the axe, to split Lunky in half. (Brutal!)

He would then go on to use the axe in 3 Scary Games #64 and 65 to kill the horror abominations of Mark featured in those videos, and attempts to use it again in #66 only for it to bounce off.

Lixian tries to attack, and gets captured for his efforts, and we next see him in #75, waking up outside of the mysterious Plier Corporation and realizing he doesn't have his axe.

Since then, as far as I can tell in what time I have left to type this, the axe hasn't shown up again. It's missing, and someone needs our help finding it, but who and why?

Part of the explanation may lie with what the monster in #66 says at the beginning of the video: "The end is nigh. He has opened the door. The great Eldritch Plier is coming. Your end is here."

We get a hint at who this "Eldritch Plier" might be in 3 Scary Games #69, which begins with a man standing outside of a pink (!) portal, through which pops out Spider!Mark (one of the same creatures Lixian killed when he had the axe).

This man resurrects Lunky, its two halves barely clinging together, and the next time we see it is with Mark, who admits he doesn't actually remember making Lunky.

Lunky's most recent reappearance is in 3 Scary Games #103, where now whole again he uses the viewer as a sacrifice in his ritual to go back and seek vengeance, presumably against Lixian.

So the safe bet is that it's Lixian asking us to help find the axe so he can take on Lunky, right?

Except...why would he send us through a portal to tell us that? And why would he think we would be the only ones who could find it?

It would make more sense if someone else, someone who is well aware of the workings of the channel and the viewers' place in it, someone who may know of this Eldritch Plier and the danger he poses and shares his ability to summon portals, to do so.

Someone like one Wilford Motherloving Warfstache.

Or, y'know, Dark. He might also be involved.

[amee-racle-ofmyown]

some of my own headcanons about @/qjel-01's ISWM monster!Captain AU:

monster captain can change their size slightly (based on the drawings of them with Mark but also outside of the Invincible 2 and how small the ship is compared to them)

the dark appearance and speckled pattern allows them to blend into the darkness of space and distant stars, when eyes are closed they can sometimes seem almost completely invisible

Captain has some degree of control over their gloopiness/solidness

they have a uniquely keen sense of direction, and very good vision

they are very old, and have travelled through many different galaxies

they are able to survive not just in the vacuum of space but in most planetary atmospheres and environments

they are accustomed to just flying through space for a long time without settling anywhere but they like to investigate planets from time to time

on some distant planets, there are civilizations who started to worship them, although they never really understood why

they get very curious when they come across a new species they haven't seen before

when they first met Mark, he was on a mission on a smaller ship with a small crew; something had failed and they were left drifting until someone could come get them. the enormous creature carefully dragged their ship to the nearest human space station

they kept hanging around space stations and flying alongside ships that Mark was on and the two somehow became friends❤️ they love and trust each other very much

human captains and crew members started accepting the alien creature's guidance and help

whilst Mark was busy building the Invincible II, the government and space agencies on Earth were having trouble selecting a captain to lead the mission of starting a colony on a new planet

eventually, Mark managed to convince them that his giant alien friend would be great at leading the crew

The Captain can be quite playful, but is aware that they need to be careful not to hurt the tiny humans :)

[my-ass-is-where]

Wilford? Have you seen Mark lately? Hes told a whole story about different dimensions, do you know something about it?

Wilford is picking some flesh from his teeth with the point of The Crystal from ISWM.

He looks at you with innocent confusion.

"Of course I saw Mark," he drawls. "He lives here."

Dark is watching Wilford warily, sensing something magic from the crystal and keeping some distance from it. "Mark hasn't visited recently. Wilford said the other day he met up with a Captain for an interview, but then also claimed it was him but the other him, so... I'm afraid we don't have an answer for you."

[saria-the-phoenix]

Not So Invincible: ISWM Fanfic

Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Never Alone

She awoke with a jolt, finding herself tangled in her bedsheets, on the floor of her apartment. While the nightmares were nothing new, they were still rather jarring to wake up from.

Of course, that would make sense as most of them ended with her dying. So, that was great.

She lay there on the floor for a long moment, looking up at the ceiling as she tried to calm her breathing. She knew after that, there was no getting back to sleep. There was no point in trying.

She forced herself to sit up, running a hand over her face to try and will away whatever tiredness was left. Her gaze flicked towards the clock. 3am. Wonderful.

A small sigh escaped her as she untangled herself from her sheets before getting to her feet, tossing the crumpled fabric onto the bed.

She could always get to work, start going through the plans on where to build what and when, though at this moment, she found herself unwilling to do so.

Maybe some fresh air would help. She doubted anyone was up at this time, might as well take the opportunity to actually go outside without the layers of her uniform.

She moved over towards the door, slipping on her boots and a hoodie, figuring the hood would give her enough cover in the dark if someone happened to be up and about. She would even be able to hide her hands in the front pocket if she had to.

Slowly, she made her way out of the apartment, pulling the hood over her head as she started to walk, making sure to avoid any of the guards that happened to be on duty. She didn't feel like talking to anyone at the moment, far too lost in her own thoughts.

She found herself heading towards the dining hall, thinking that maybe a cup of coffee would do her some good.

She slipped inside, walking through the dimly lit building towards one of the coffee machines, a bit surprised to see that it already had fresh coffee in the pot.

So, someone else must be having trouble sleeping....

She poured herself a cup, doctoring it up the way she liked before turning to head back outside to drink the hot beverage, only to notice a light coming from one of the lanterns that sat on the tables in the designated outdoor eating area.

While she wanted to be alone, if someone on her crew was having trouble sleeping, she wanted to help. It was her job after all.

A small sigh escaped her as she made her way towards the doors to the outdoor tables.

It didn't take her long to recognize the hunched over form that was staring into their coffee mug.

''Trouble sleeping?''

The form jumped at the sudden voice, looking up in her direction and she was met with the exhausted and haunted gaze of her head engineer

''Captain?'' He asked softly, shaking his head some "No I just....there is a lot of work that needs to be done and I-"

She held a hand up "You know you can call me by my name. We're not exactly on the clock right now." She gave him a small, forced smile as she moved to sit across from him, though she made sure that she stayed mostly in the shadows.

"Right, sorry Cap- erm.... Vaz." It was a lot to get used to, calling the captain by her actual name rather than her title.

He mearly got a nod in response before Vaz continued. "Last I checked, nothing here in the mess hall needs your expertise, and I'm pretty sure staring into a mug of coffee isn't exactly work.... What's on your mind?"

Mark flinched at the question, keeping his gaze anywhere but on his captain. "A lot of things....It isn't something you need to worry about though. It won't effect my work, I give you my word on that."

"I'm not asking you as your captain, Mark. I'm asking as a friend. You....haven't seemed yourself the passed few days."

He seemed to perk up a bit when she mentioned asking as a friend. He had been lucky enough that the captain forgave him. He had been so sure that the chance of any relationship passed a professional one, had been lost.

''As a friend?" He asked, unsure, getting another nod as his response

"Of course you're my friend, Mark. After everything we've been through together.... There is no one I would rather call as such." She assured him, keeping her voice soft. "Now, what's going on?"

A brief silence fell between them as she waited for him to speak, his gaze once again going back down to the dark liquid in his cup, the warmth of the mug on his hands only doing so much to calm his nerves. Should he really be talking to his captain about this? Then again, she was the only one who knew what he went through.

She had insisted that they were friends.

"How can I make up for what I did....when no one even knows about it?" He finally asked, his voice quiet. In fact, it was quiet enough that he was sure she wouldn't have heard it.

''You have nothing to make up for. What happened wasn't intentional. You were just trying to help everyone get to this planet as quickly and as safely as possible. You didn't know what the warp core could do." Vaz spoke, keeping her gaze focused on him.

"That's the point, I didn't know what it could do. I used it anyway. Not only that, but I built the damn thing to begin with!" His voice began to raise a little and he flinched at his own tone. "All those people....all those realities...."

"Mark...." It hurt to see him like this, the guilt he held within him was beginning to consume him. Then again....was she fairing any better at this point?

"You built it to try and fix things. You never once intended for everything to get out of control. You didn't want anyone to get hurt, did you?"

He glanced up at her then. It was only for a second before he quickly looked back down "You." He muttered "I wanted you to get hurt. I-I was so sure that you had caused all this. That I had to be the one to stop you. The one to play hero...." his hands were trembling as he spoke, and without thinking, Vaz reached over to place hers over his.

This had him look up at her, the light of the lantern shining in his tear filled eyes.

"There were no heros or villains in this story, Mark. Just people who lost sight of things. We both found our way back, didn't we? We both managed to stop the destruction." She gave his hands a small squeeze.

"You're the one that stopped it. Not me. I was just going to start the cycle all over again. I thought I knew.... Captain, I'm just.... After everything, you shouldn't forgive me. We should have told the crew the truth. You should have me locked up and left me to rot for what I did."

She knew it probably wasn't safe to talk about all this here. There was a chance, although slim, that someone could overhear. Last thing they needed was for the crew to start questioning them.

She shook her head, finishing her coffee before getting to her feet. "Walk with me."

"Captain?"

"Come on, we can keep talking. But here isn't the best place to do so." Honestly, she may end up spilling to him about her own problems. That was yet another reason she didn't want to risk others overhearing.

When he didn't move, she gave a small sigh. "Well? You waiting for me to say Captain's orders?"

He got to his feet then, not entirely sure where they would be walking to, but he didn't have the energy to ask. Or to even argue.

"Lead the way."

Vaz nodded then, knowing just the place to go to talk where no one would overhear them. Where they could just....clear the air about what was troubling them.

Heading outside of the safety of the forcefield that surrounded the colony, she began to lead him deeper into the forested area.

"More than once I've found myself unable to sleep, so I decided to wander a bit." Vaz admitted softly as they walked.

This concerned Mark, as they didn't exactly know what could be out there. She shouldn't be going off on her own.

"Probably not the best idea, I know. But I can handle myself." She assured him before allowing silence to fall between them. She used the time to think on what to say to him.

He shouldn't blame himself for what happened. She had just as much part in it as he did. She could have easily vetoed him using the warp core, and that would have kept this whole mess from happening.

"I'm not the one who figured out how to stop it, you know." She finally spoke, going back to the conversation they had been having before they started their walk. "In fact, I was completely clueless on what to do."

He glanced over at her then, brows furrowing some "What do you mean it wasn't you? Who else could have figured it out? Was it that Lady?''

Vaz shook her head some "No. She was just as clueless as I was." She stopped walking when they reached a clearing in the trees, the moon bright enough for the both of them to see clearly in the night.

"Then who could it have been? She was the only other one able to follow us...."

"It was you, Mark. You were the one who figured out how to stop things. You were the one that figured out the cycle."

"I....don't understand. I wanted to go back and fix things from the start. How could I have been the one to figure it out?" It was clear that he was confused by what she had just said.

"It's....a bit hard to explain. But it was an older you that told me not to let you go back. He may not have been the you standing before me right now, but he was the you that you would become. He wasn't some....other version. No....he was you."

He looked at her for a long moment, as if trying to process what she had just told him. "That....makes no sense, you do realize that, right?''

"With all we went through, an older you is the one you find hard to believe? Dear God, wait until I tell you about the other yous I ran into."

''I guess not." He muttered. He was silent for a long moment, looking around the clearing they had stopped in. A small stream trickled through it, the soft trickling of the water was rather soothing when combined with the soft chirps that sounded similar to Earth's crickets.

He shook his head some, a small sigh escaping him. "Even if I did figure out how to stop it, I caused it. Nothing will change that."

"Well, no. But if you want to blame yourself, you're going to have to blame me as well." Vaz spoke, moving to take a seat on the ground by the stream. "I could have easily denied use of the warp core. I didn't."

"Because you trusted m-"

She held up a hand, looking up at him. "Look. What happened, happened. We fixed what was broken, and something tells me that throwing that crystal into that wormhole, reset everything."

She found herself rubbing at the scar on her hand as she thought about the crystal that had embedded itself into her.

He opened his mouth to argue, though quickly shut it and took a seat next to her. "I'm sorry...." He muttered. "I know you say that things were fixed and that it wasn't completely my fault. But we can't be sure everything was reset.... And there were things I did that were my fault. Things that I had complete control over."

He waited a moment to see if she would say anything before continuing. "I doubted you. Began to hate you. Each time I died in that place, the resentment grew. I....I wanted you to know how I was suffering." He took a shaky breath then.

''Any time I saw you, I did whatever I could to stop you, not only because I was so sure of myself that you were the one that needed to be stopped, but also because I was so angry...."

He looked down at the hand that she was rubbing, flinching a bit when he saw the scar.

"I didn't give you a chance to explain. I took the crystal from you and...."

Vaz reached out and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, much like how she had done the moment she realized everything was over.

"I thought once things were fixed....once we got to the planet....I could forget. But I....I'm just so...." a few tears escaped his eyes and he looked away.

"I know Mark. I am too." Vaz pulled him into a hug, needing the contact. If he pulled away from her than so be it, but they were both spiraling. "I'm tired too...."

It was a bit of a surprise to her when Mark tightly wrapped his arms around her in return, returning the hug with one of his own.

A silence fell between them for a long while, in fact, she wasn't entirely sure how long they stayed there like that, holding onto one another as though they were each other's life line.

She could feel him trembling now and again, as if he was attempting to hold back his tears. She felt a few of her own tears escape her as she tightened her arms around him some.

They were both so exhausted at this point, it was hard to keep in all the emotions that threatened to drag them under. They both had kept things bottled up for so long.... It was about time they both let it all out. They deserved that much. They deserved peace.

"Here I am wallowing in my self pity, when you went through just as much shit as I did...."

"Mark...." her voice was soft as she spoke, slowly pulling away.

The head engineer roughly wiped away the tears that fell on his sleeve. "You have trouble sleeping too, huh?"

She opened her mouth to say something, wanting nothing more than to finally release all the negative thoughts and feelings she had been experiencing.

A chance to finally  talk about everything that was constantly on her mind. But would it be fair to unload all of this onto him? He was going through enough as it was. Did she really want to add to it?

Before she had a chance to say anything, both of their communicators crackled on. "Captain, Mark, I need you in Cryo, as soon as possible."

A small sigh escaped her then. Well, at least she didn't have to decide now. "We'll be right there, Celci."

She looked back towards Mark then, a small frown tugging at his lips at the interruption.

"We can continue this later....sounds like Celci needs a hand. She wouldn't be contacting us this late otherwise." Vaz got to her feet, holding a hand out to help him up.

He gave a small nod, taking her hand and hoisting himself up. "You're right.... Let's go."

They both headed back towards the colony as quickly as they could. "I'll meet you at the shuttle. Don't want to show up to work in my pajamas after all." Vaz spoke, already heading towards her apartment.

"Yeah, alright. See you there." Hopefully, whatever was going on in Cryo would be an easy fix. He didn't know if he had the energy for anything else right now.

[lesbianwyllravengard]

OH MY GOD??? LETO????????? YOUVE WATCHED IN SPACE WITH MARKIPLIER TOO?????????????? AND AHWM???????????????? I KID YOU NOT I HAD A THREE YEAR HYPERFIXATION ON MARKIPLIER LORE. THE REASON MY NAMES ERIC IS CUZ OF THAT ONE MARKIPLIER EGO. I MET MY PARTNER AND BEST FRIENDS VIA MARKIPLIER LORE. IM JUMPING OVER THE WALLS IM SO EXCITED TOU ALSO KNOW ABT MARKIPLIER LORE

That's fucking amazing.

My roommate @tryhardsars was also obsessed w Markiplier when we first lived together and forced me (<- was literally completely willing) to watch all Markiplier series/lore. I loved it. I enjoyed it as a casual viewer and as a film major. ISWM is absolutely incredible, genius even. I never got into it as much as she did unfortunately but I definitely liked it. But yeah I know all the lore now.

[mack-head-engineer]

That's a Mack guarantee!

Hi! I'm the crewmate universe Mack! I run this blog with dictator universe Mack to make sure all goes well! He wanted to make this on his own, but I'm here to act as damage control.

Just call me Dictator or Dictator Mack.

Oh, and you can call me Crewmate Mack or C!Mack, whichever you prefer!

We both have a... thing with Mystic Yarrow from @xinghopescollective.

It's the best Captain I've ever met, despite it's alien origins!

× TAGS ×

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#dictator theory - Dictator!Mack's posts.

#the double theory - Both Macks in one post.

#bloody conspiracies - Mack angst posts.

#space theory asks - C!Mack and D!Mack answering asks.

#iswm rp - general rp tag.

× RULES & REGULATION ×

NSFW is allowed! Just no heavily sexualized actions or super gorey stuff that C!Mack and D!Mack (or I, the owner) tell you is uncomfortable.

Heavy gore is very much allowed in small portions that I allow.

Failiure to comply results in being blocked, sorry.

No racist, transphobic, homophobic, or ableist shit here. I'm not gonna deal with your asses, and neither will C!Mack and D!Mack.

I suppose you can be rude to C!Mack and D!Mack, but why would you do that?

Have fun!

[type40thiefoflight]

I think I might have figured out a timeline for the Markiplier Cinematic Universe.

ISWM comes first since that’s what kicks off the multiversal paradox, then WKM, WMLW, and DAMIEN happen mostly simultaneously, and the end of DAMIEN coincides with the District Attorney being overtaken by Darkiplier and trapped in the mirror.

ADWM and AHWM are funny because according to AHWM’s 6th and true ending, that comes first, but according to Ending 31 (Ignorance is Bliss) the reverse seems to be true. Darkiplier mentions we’ve probably met over and over but forgot, maybe referencing all the different choice paths of ADWM. Taking ISWM into account, it might mean all the time loops too.

Thanks to the crystal making space-time go funny, it probably doesn’t matter what order they happen.

ISWM happens throughout the entire timeline, thanks to the warp crystal sending the Captain through so many wormholes. They’re going through time, not just different universes.

Timeline-wise, Pre-paradox ISWM happens before but chronologically later, since they’re actually capable of space travel and WKM looks like it’s supposed to be in the 1920s-ish.

Post-paradox ISWM happens in so many times and places it’s hard to pin down.

WAIA is the waia-ld card in that it directly references WKM but takes place completely in a vaccuum.

TL;DR:

[eyesore-boi]

Traptains

We thought we could rely on the captain, but what about four more of them?

........Okay a whole bunch of context below if you're interested-

OKAY- SO- CONTEXT- A little less than a month after ISWM Part 2 came out, me and my friends started a BIG OL' RP surrounding it where our personas/captainsonas met up and just kinda...went through the broken universe to try and fix it again, but this time we started involving meeting up with our own OC's in their universes, dragging along some of the Markiplier egos (Hee Hoo, Stan the Water Man, Yancy, and Old Man Mark, if you're curious), getting chased down by Actor as the main baddie so that's fun, expanding more of our own backstories and l o r e, and just sO MUCH DAMN ANGST HOLY FUCK THESE GUYS NEED T H E R A P Y -

And if you're wondering why two of the captains are demons and ones has a full on eyeball for a head (me) and how that still makes sense for the lore of the universe......um-

Also also, if you're wondering why it's called "Traptains", it's cause we all work on the Markiplier Webcomic "Trapped" (go read it now it's great) and we RP it o n the actual server, so when we were tryna to think of a name for it, my big brain saw Trapped, saw that ee were captains, and just kinda....smashed them together....perfect-

But yeah, this RP has s t i l l been going and it's gonna be almost a year old which is interesting, so, wanting to do something for it (and running on good ol' a r t b l o c k -) I decided to do this, and this is actually a redraw from when we first ever started! Here's the OG (also a person got added in the new one cause they came in late jdkabdlsbsh-):

But yeah! Decided to post it here since haven't posted anything in a while, and actually kinda really proud of this one, especially seeing all the improvement, so hope ya guys like it too with these deeply traumatized captains! :]

oH! Speaking of them, lemme tag 'em so you can show support for them >:]]

@athenaistrapped @iam-unoriginal @reiquetzal @bubblegumberry19 (on Instagram)

Anyhoo, I'm gonna rotate this around in my head some more for a few more hours cause lemme tell you this RP has given us brainrot you would not fucking b e l i e v e -

[jackaycola]

Mosquito and Flying Ant getting along.

Can’t listen to her bro like this. Mosquito has been going off for so long about this “Penny”, who could that even be?

(Mosquito [left] uses he/they and Flying Ant [right] she/they pronouns! Wanted to clear it up!)

[lounaticm]

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🍄 (yes I did this on purpose)

🍬 (yes I am enabling you)

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🩷(not on the list just wanted to spread some love 😊)

🍓- How did you get into writing fanfiction? --- I kind of just... have always been doing so. From the moment I first started adoring certain shows or movies or books as a kid, I've been writing fanfiction. In fact, it took a very long time for me to even learn the term 'fanfiction' and realize "Oh. That's what this is. Neat!" (I believe I was very early teens when I first saw the term online.) From the moment I first started writing stories (which came about very shortly after I first learned how to write at all) there was only a short year or two time where I wasn't writing fanfiction. (Hell, my mom still has those short, one page stories I'd write back then. I don't know if it was simply a typo on my part or if I was just really morbid, but they almost always ended with 'And they died.'😂)

🍄- Share a headcanon for one of your favorite ships or pairings. --- (lol, of course you did. And for that, I'm going to give more than one heh~)

Well, I'm not sure if I've stated so here or not (I know I've certainly shared with my best friend over Discord) but I imagine the DA and Damien pretty much fell in love at first sight. And my rendition of the DA doesn't believe in love at first sight lol, yet still got steamrolled with it anyways, realizing what the feeling was just two hours after they met - but being in denial of it being anything more than a crush for months after. Clearly, Love At First Sight took offense to the disbelief lol

Damien's cane and mayor ribbon were a gift from the DA upon winning the election. The ribbon was just a cheeky joke, there was no thought or intent that Damien would go on to actually wear it beyond a few hours after having it pinned to his suit in congratulations by a grinning DA once news arrived that he'd won. Yet, he went on to wear it all the time - regardless of what few people moaned and complained that he was 'bragging' or the like. It came from his Little Monster, so of course he was going to keep wearing it.

As for the cane, it has a sword inside - but only Damien's close friends and family know of it. The DA gave it to him as a covert means of self-defense (though he never had any need to use it) as Damien learned swordsmanship growing up for fun. (Yeah, I'm not the first person to imagine that Damien's cane is a sword cane, I know. In fact, I used to not care for the idea, but it quickly grew on me lol)

🍬- Post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character. --- (Oh, I LOVE being enabled to talk about this ssfvsfvsfvf thank you! I don't know if this is actually unpopular, or simply not spoken of/depicted as much, but)

Dark is NOT evil, cruel, cold, or manipulative.

He is miserable and depressed and drowning in guilt over what happened to the DA (regardless of the fault not being his) and wants revenge on the Actor - though he's quickly lost most drive to actually track the bastard down.

Not once has he ever harmed the viewer character. He's been cryptic, yes, and a little creepy in Date (though I take that portrayal with a grain of salt these days, as he wasn't properly developed as a character yet, it being his first canonical appearance and all) but on that same point, he showed to care more about the viewer's feelings over having shot someone than Mark did. If you listen to his dialogue (or read a transcript) when he and Mark are trying to convince us who to shoot, nothing he says is a lie. In Heist, he seemed only to want to wake the viewer up to the nature of what was going on, stuck in the Actor's games. He nudged us in the right direction with the clues to be found at each ending.

And with the inclusion of the implications given at the end of ISWM, he may have set the entire string of events of AHWM in motion deliberately to get a chance to speak with us to try to help us. Why else would he very likely seemingly attach the warp crystal to that box, which we would then after go to try to steal? Why else would he then simply pull us aside - separate us from Mark - and speak to us, rather than use the opportunity to try to get revenge on the Actor, who was right there?

Being the "villain" has never been his goal.

☁️- What made you choose your username? --- Okay, so. My mom gave me the nickname 'Lou' when I was in my mid-teens. There's no basis upon my name at all for why she did so. Even she doesn't know why she gave me the nickname. (She's just rather silly like that lol) At first I hated it, asked her not to call me that, but it just kept happening and I realized that it would undoubtedly continue to happen - not maliciously, mind you - so I kinda just gave in and had the thought of 'oh, I could make it into a different spelling of the word 'lunatic'.' cause, yeah, edgy teen lol. And I became very fond of it, making it my username across many websites and accounts. I always pair it with either the number 13 or letter 'm', cause 13 is my favorite number and 'm' is the first letter of my birth name lol

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Oh boy, I get rambly. 😂😅 And you are entirely too sweet. 🥺😊 Thank you so much for sending in all the asks that you do, I really appreciate it.

Tagging @kiwibubbles5 because I figure you'll wanna see me rant about our boy lol... again...

[insane4fandoms]

I read a ISWM fanfic recently about Mack and one of the tags was "Why does he have such a zesty stance" and for some reason i feel like it'd be something you'd say

How’d you know???? 🤨

Honestly tho, he really does, Matt out here standing like a girlypop and I find it amusing.

I just remember the fact that Steph though Matt was gay when they first met, and it’s very hilarious to me

[w1steriawr1tings]

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For: @caffeinatedreese

ISWM! Mack x Oc

Words: 10000

The old house, with its wildly overgrown garden, was silent, secretive.

Rhys scowled as they were driven up to it, rubbing their arms in an anxious manner. It was so… not them. They didn’t even know this distant Great Aunt Amelia! Why on earth had she left it to them of all people?! It could’ve been to her wife Tiana or their adoptive kids, but nope, it went to them, the ladies grand nibling whom she’d never even met before.

Riley glanced over at them and sighed with a chuckle at their pouting. He kissed them on the cheek and ruffled their hair.

“Come on, it’ll be fine! You said to yourself you wanted to get out of mine and Al’s basement, and this is it!”

“I wish it was less creepy though…” Sighed Rhys, with a huff as they swung their legs to the side to get out of the truck and help their older brother unload everything out of the truck.

Standing waiting outside the home was Tiana, the old lady giving the pair a kind wave as they got out of the car.

Riley gently nudged his sibling to greet her, as well as get the keys she seemed to hold.

“Hi. Aunt Tiana.” Waved Rhys, shyly as they walked up the creaky steps to see the lady.

“Hello dear, I have the keys for you.” Smiled Tiana, placing the keys into their hands.

Rhys tensed up a little as her hands seemed to close around theirs, a gust of wind going by as she did so. They blinked out of pure instinct and she was suddenly gone.

“What the-“

“Rhys! You got the keys from the porch!?” Shouted Riley, from his truck.

Rhys spun around to see him obviously standing waiting for them, raising an eyebrow.

They gulped.

“Uh yeah! Coming!” They nodded frantically descending back down the steps, which no longer creaked as they did so. Almost like something had oiled up the nails as they’d been standing talking- No uh- Hallucinating they assumed?

They let it fade to the back of their mind as Riley worked on lifting boxes out of his truck.

Rhys didn’t want to make him do all the work, so they scurried over and got to helping. Then carrying out a box of cleaning supplies Al had gifted them from the front seat.

Riley helped move all the boxes into the lobby and looked at Rhys with a fond smile.

“Good luck with this little sib. You sure you don’t want me to stick around and help?” He asked, nervously.

“Yeah.” Assured Rhys. “You ain’t too far away and I know Georgie and Jackie have school tomorrow, so it’s best you get back.”

Riley nodded at this and pulled them into a hug.

“You better call me when you start making this place look all nice and such!” He teased gently.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make it so quirky.” Retorted Rhys, playfully, reciprocating the hug. The pair chuckled gently and separated.

“The furniture company will be here at 10am sharp, okay! So don’t stay up too late!” Reminded Riley, walking towards the door.

“I know!” Mused Rhys. “I’ll set an alarm! Don’t wanna wake up to movers in my pyjamas.”

Riley snickered at this.

“Night Rhys.”

“Night Night Riley.”

“I love you!”

“I love you too!!”

Rhys scurried over to the front window to watch Riley drive away in his truck, waiting until he was out of sight to turn back to their boxes and carefully get to work on moving them to the respective rooms.

2 Boxes for the kitchen.

3 Boxes for the living room.

1 Box for the dining room.

4 Boxes for the office.

5 Boxes for the bedroom.

1 Box for the bathroom.

There weren't a lot of items inside said boxes but it was all Rhys had until the furniture arrived tomorrow, so it was enough.

They took the boxes to their bedroom and unpacked a sleeping bag, a set of pyjamas, clean clothes for tomorrow, their phone charger and a sketchbook with some pencils. Al had sent them off with a large dinner, so they were too full to have to worry about eating tonight which was a nice thought.

“Can’t believe I’ll have to wake up tomorrow without coffee.” They groaned to themselves quietly as they laid out the sleeping bag on the floor.

The silence of the house was a little creepy, especially with the occasional creaking that occurred but Rhys’ found their emotions for the day caught up with them and they were soon passed out asleep.

Then to rudely be awakened at 7am by loud creaking.

“What the fuck..?” They muttered to themselves sitting up and running a hand through their hair. The creaking had sounded so close, so they instinctively looked around their room. The door was slightly agape, which they honestly expected with the old house. The fresh cup of coffee on the floor next to them however, was a surprise.

They scrambled up and looked at the cup intensely, picking it up. It was a mug Riley had bought them a while back for their 19th birthday and they’d treasured the cat littered mug ever since. For whatever reason though it was now out of the box they'd packed it in and up here. It didn’t feel smart but they sniffed at the drink.

“Yup. Definitely my coffee too.” They frowned, reluctantly taking a sip. They needed to wake up a little more if they wanted to investigate this, okay?!

Rhys got up and chucked on the jacket they’d planned to wear that day, carefully holding the mug as they went down the carpeted halls and stairs to the kitchen.

All the boxes were opened. All their mugs sat in rows on the floor, like someone had been judging the best one to use. Their coffee machine was sitting on the floor, plugged into the wall with freshly used pods lying next to the new boxes of coffee pods they’d bought in celebration of their new place.

“What the hell…” Mumbled Rhys, walking over to inspect the scene.

They spotted something twinkling inside one of the cups and found an old bracelet made of bronze flowers and old but strong string.

“This house is so weird…” They whispered, taking the bracelet and putting it on, shaking it as it twinkled against their wrist. They considered packing up and telling Riley they changed their mind about the house. They could sell it for a lot of money and look into renting an apartment instead!

“But landlords are often so bitchy nowadays…” They grimaced.

Guess they were staying.

They got to unpacking the food for that morning from their boxes in the kitchen, snacking on a variety of long lasting foods as they just kind of looked at the stray coffee items on their floor, now sitting on their counter.

Once they finished doing so, they gently got to placing all the items in the cupboards now that they might as well. It was around 8:52am when they finished doing so, now heading back upstairs to finish getting dressed.

Luckily, nothing had touched their things since they’d been downstairs.

“Hey uh, creatures that live here?” They spoke loudly, attempting to sound confident. “I assume- Just uh assume- That if you plan to hurt me you kind would’ve already- But like if that may be a future plan? I’d prefer if that didn’t happen- So just keep doing what you're doing- Just like don’t hurt me I guess..?”

Expectedly, they got no answer in reply.

The Caretaker rolled his eyes at the array of tiny friends he had as the group sat under the stairs together.

“I hate small spaces.” Pouted Cei, a fairy who specialised in book based magic.

“That’s too bad, tiny.” Mused Gunther, a fairy who specialised in earth magic.

“Gunther, we agreed no more bullying Cei because of their size.” Reminded Ashe, a fairy who specialised in mechanical magic.

“Yup.” Nodded Burt in agreement, a fairy who specialised in music based magic.

“I’ll shut you in the freezer again, that’s a promise babe.” Giggled Celci, a fairy who worked with both frozen and water magic.

“And I won’t go warming you up this time.” Said Mark, a fairy who specialised in fire magic. “Can't have you being mean to my partner Mr!”

Cei wiggled smugly at this with a glare in Gunther’s direction.

“Can’t believe you’d all let my wings freeze off cause I teased Cei.” Scoffed Gunther, playfully.

“Can all quiet down please? The ringing of your bickering hurts my ears.” Groaned The Caretaker, rubbing at his pointy ears with a sigh. “This just keeps getting worse and worse..”

“How so?” Grinned Gunther, fluttering up to stand on his shoulder. “If I was your height and a cutie moved into my home, which I am the caretaker of, I’d be pretty happy.”

“I’ll let Peter know you said that.” Scoffed The Caretaker, leaning back against the wall. “I’d much rather be left alone.”

“Awww.” Pouted Cei, who was currently sitting on the beings knee, wings wilting slightly at his words.

The Caretaker sighed and gently stroked under their chin, which got a giggle and twinkle from the fairy.

“You're the most tolerable, don’t worry.”

“Didn’t realise C.T played favourites.” Pouted Mark, jokingly.

“You and both know I do-“

Rhys held the door open for the varying movers that came in through the door, bringing in various furniture for their new home that they’d ordered with Al, Georgie and Jackie a few weeks back. The movers went by Sage, Sam, Danny and Ethan, who were more than happy to have Rhys direct them to which room with the correct furniture and put it in the right spots. Rhys watched longingly as the creepy place they inherited slowly began to resemble a home they’d always dreamed of. It was still a slow process though.

They thanked the movers and tipped them respectively, then walked into their office to begin unpacking their writing and art material so that they could get back to working on their newest book. It was looking to be a children’s book but they still had no idea who the protagonist could be or what the main story and plot of it could be. They wanted it to be a moral book but they had no idea what to do, so they reluctantly shut the files with a sigh and turned over to start working on their online art commissions.

They had three pieces that they were currently walking on and decided to choose the animal piece for that day. The buyer wanted an image of all their friends as different dogs and cats but still in the clothes they’d provided Rhys with as references which they found frankly adorable and manageable enough to charge at a discount for the fact this order was going to be a gift for the buyer's friend. They got up to have a break, being unable to work on the head shape of a dog which was starting to frustrate them.

The Caretaker gently peaked into the now fully furnished office, spotting a large glowy device that had been left on the centre of the desk. He hadn’t been able to leave this place before so he had no idea what this could be and he doubted the fairy crew did either, because with their small size they too liked to stay on the house grounds.

He tentatively walked over to it and looked down to see what looked to be art of human dressed animals. Cats and dogs to be exact.

“That’s not right.” He frowned, looking at one of the dogs. He traced his finger along the line. “Wrong shape.”

He traced his finger along it again in the right direction, a line appearing along with it.

“Fixed.” He nodded happily to himself, disappearing back into the house to nap now that the fairy crew had left him be.

Rhys stood in the kitchen, stirring a cup of hot chocolate, hoping to work through this funk they found themselves in with their art.

They’d moved over to the side to grab some marshmallows but jumped as a splash sounded out.

They glanced over to their mug and found it had spilled. Rhys carefully walked over and peered inside, finding a shivering pouting fairy with brown hair and purple wings, sniffling inside with twinkling noises.

They cooed at the sight gently and scooped them up.

“Oh dear.. Don’t worry, it’s okay. I’m not upset, let’s dry you off.” They spoke gently to the creature, walking to the bathroom for a flannel as they cradled the being in their hands. They got a noise of a bell ringing in reply.

Rhys opened up the bathroom door and gently placed the fairy on the sink as they grabbed one of the new fluffy flannels they’d bought. They were expensive but may as well used one to help out the fairy.

They placed it down on the counter.

“Here you go, dry yourself off.”

They watched amused as the fairy just rolled around on the flannel with little bell-like noises in exclamation of its happiness.

“How about you keep this, Hm?” They offered.

The being looked up at them with wide eyes and a cock of their head.

“It’ll be useful for you and friends.” Hummed Rhys. “I assume you have friends, because I don’t think little old you could do what you did to my kitchen, Hm?”

The fairy seemed to giggle sheepishly at this, rubbing their feet together which made Rhys chuckle again.

“Okay, how about I leave it out for you and you can use it whenever you want, sound like a deal?”

The fairy nodded at this with a little happy jump. They fluttered up to Rhys’ face and hugged their cheek in thanks before going back to their normal routine.

“I’ll see you around lil Violet!” Called Rhys, choosing the nickname for the colour of the fairies wings.

They decided to grab a little basket for fruit they’d bought and leave the flannel in it like a bed.

They then went back to their office to continue work and found the lines they’d been working on and struggling with already completed, they grinned fondly at the idea of the fairies doing this for them. They didn’t live in a haunted house it seemed, more like a fairytale one.

They continued work on the piece and eventually finished it in time to work on dinner, sending it off to their client whilst they ate to see if they liked it and got the rest of their payment. The piece was a definite success and in the transmission Rhys found they’d been tipped. How sweet!

Not long after that they headed to bed, happy to now have a proper bed to sleep in. They’d work on the rest of the boxes tomorrow.

It was a good day.

The next morning Rhys walked into the kitchen to the sound of gently twinkling in the tune of snoring, finding what looked to be a flock of tiny fairies lounging in the makeshift bed they’d left out for lil Violet. They grinned at this quietly, spotting said fairy in the dogpile between a green haired fairy and a black haired fairy.

They then got to making their breakfast and coffee for the day, then deciding to work on sorting out the rest of the house.

The dining room was easy, just sorting through the small array of cutlery they had as well as memorabilia they had to put up on the shelves. They stool they had didn’t even seem to shake as they stood on it like it usually did, but anytime they checked to see if someone was holding it, like one of the fairies, no one was in sight. They did feel the breeze on one occasion though, so they knew something was helping them. They just didn’t know what.

Rhys then got to work on the living room. Laying out pillows and blankets they had in the correct spaces on the couch. They remember one minute a cushion in a box they had had a hole in the corner but the next they found it on the couch repaired with bronze thread. It was kinda cute!

Sorting out the bathroom was rather boring, so they worked through it quickly. Putting the correct soaps and washes on the shelves, as well as folding up their towels and hanging the purple fluffy dressing gown on the back of the door.

They then plucked up the courage to look at the garden.

They did however not expect to find a mythical looking man sitting in the flower bed of macks.

“Uh… Hi?” They spoke, watching him.

“I see you’ve found me.” He replied.

“…Who are you?”

“I’m The Caretaker.”

“What’s your name?”

“I just said it-“

“So- Your name is The Caretaker?”

“Uh huh.”

“And it’s also your job?”

“Yes.”

“Right-“

Rhys just looked at him for a second, shuffling on their feet.

“What do you take care of?”

“I am The Caretaker, guardian of the house.”

“I see- And uh your friends?”

“Fairies who master one small aspect of the house.”

“Okay- Well- I’m going to look at the garden-“

“Would you like me to join you?”

“You want to?”

“Mhm, I love the garden very much. It’s the only taste of the outside world I get.”

“You can’t leave this place?”

“No, I only live to protect and care for this house.”

“That must be lonely.”

“It is, but I am used to being alone.”

“Well… If you want too, I would love to be your friend- That way we can be less lonely together!”

The Caretaker seemed to pause and think about this for a few moments.

“Alright.”

“Yes!” Grinned Rhys, with a happy clap as the pair continued walking.

The Caretaker began to point out different plants to them and their names.

“Which one is your favourite?” They asked him eventually, the pair sat on the porch together now as it gently began to rain.

The Caretaker paused and looked across the garden, eventually settling on the macks and pointing to them.

“I’ll call you Mack then, it’s a little iffy to have you be a caretaker and also be called caretaker.” Offered Rhys, with a shy smile.

“Okay.”

“ASSHOLEEEE!” Called Mark, pouting as the fairy crew stood hiding from the rain on a nearby tree.

“Looks like none of us won that bet.” Mused Ashe.

“Yup.” Agreed Burt.

“Knew he’d come to like that human cutie.” Chuckled Gunther.

“Stop calling them cutie-“ Pouted Celci.

“Hey, your cuter sweetheart~”

“Stop flirting in public Ew-“ Said Cei.

“Hey guys?” Spoke up Burt.

“Yes dear?” Nodded Celci.

“It’s raining.”

“Mhm.”

“And our wings don’t like water-“

“Shit-“ Muttered Mark.

“Ha-“ Began Celci, playfully.

Rhys sat back down on the couch, looking at the caretaker curiously. He stood by the window, looking at the rain.

“What things do you like?” They asked, curiously to the being.

“Flowers: all kinds of them, Reading: Mystery and Detective Novels, Baking: anything sweet, Decorating: just anything I can get my hands on, Space: specifically the stars and my favourite colour is blue.” He replied, still watching out the window.

Rhys nodded at this with a hum, making note of all this. Mack had explained earlier he often found himself very bored, having read all the books that had been left behind in this place.

It was getting late so Rhys planned to head out tomorrow and buy the guy something to keep him entertained. Maybe also getting some items for the fairies too. Not that they knew where they were-

“Hey?”

“Mhm?”

“Where are the fairies?”

“Outside.”

“…Don’t they dislike the rain?”

“Mhm.”

“Do they need h e l p??”

“Most likely, but I like the quiet with them outside.”

Not long after that Rhys helped the fairy crew inside with no casualties and went inside to start dinner for themselves. Then it was an early bedtime so they could get up early the next day and catch the bus to town.

That next day Rhys did hurriedly get their belongings for the day and make it out the house unspotted by any of their fantasy roommates they now found themselves with. They walked down to the bus stop and caught the 10am bus into town, making sure to arrive just as the shops were all beginning to open up for the day. First stop was the bakery.

“Excuse me, Marie, got a minute?” Smiled Rhys, walking into the shop with a chime of the bell. The eldest daughter, Marie, was out front of the bakery, stocking some cookies as Rhys walked in.

“Of course Rhys! What’s up?” Smiled the girl.

“Well, I have this friend who loves baking but he can’t ever really have time to get ingredients for it and he’s getting bored of his recipes that he has.” They explained.

“I see! Well, that sounds like a order for Mama, she’s in the back.” Replied Marie, gesturing to the back of the shop.

Rhys nodded at this and walked back their.

“Mama Elena?” They called, looking around.

“Up here dear!” Called a familiar voice, stood half way up a ladder as she sorted through ingredients for the day.

Rhys’ eyes widened at this and they run forward to hold the ladder as the older lady shuffled around on it to sort out ingredients.

“What is it you need dear? I assume Marie sent you back here?” Hummed Elena.

Rhys relayed the same information to Mama Garcia as they’d done with Marie, the lady nodding along as they spoke.

“Well, I’ll send you home with some of my recipes and a mass ingredients bundle with your friend, how does that sound?” She offered with a nod, looking down at Rhys as they held the ladder.

“That sounds wonderful Elena, thank you.” Grinned Rhys, earnestly. “Though- I don’t know how I’ll carry it.”

“I’ll send Gale with you, that boy may be fast but he does not like to help out here, dios mio!”

Rhys snickered at this but nodded.

“Okay, thank you.”

“Gale! Come here and assist me with Rhys Williams!” Shouted Elena.

“COMING MAMA!” Came the voice of Bolt also known as Gale to his mother.

He jumped downstairs and Mama Garcia relayed the information from Rhys to him. He nodded along, happy to help Rhys as well.

“Sounds good Mama!” He grinned, bouncing on his feet.

“Just make sure you're back before dinner, you know your sister hasn’t been feeling well and I’ll need your help.” Reminded Elena.

“Of course Mama.” Assured Bolt.

Rhys watched curiously as the Garcia’s wandered around the back storage, getting the ingredients ready for them. It was an interesting process because the clink of the scales and different ingredients played nicely on Rhys’ brain with each movement. Especially the clips as each item was bagged up securely and placed into a basket that Bolt continued to test he could hold as he picked it up in between each item. Elena reminded him to take breaks if he needed and to be a help instead of a hindrance towards Rhys. He nodded at this vigorously, taking all her words onboard. Or Rhys hoped he did. The trio then went back to the front where Rhys waved to Marie again who waved in return as she snacked on a cupcake.

“She’s having cravings for sweets.” Whispered Bolt to Rhys with a shrug.

Mama Garcia grabbed her recipe book and a notepad, flicking through the pages carefully and noting down recipes as she went. Rhys watched as she noted down ten different varying recipes for Mack to try out. She gently put them in a ziplock bag for safe keeping and handed them over to Rhys.

“Remember, recipes are for family only, so they stay with you only.” She smiled gently with a wink at Rhys. “Your friend can use them anytime though.”

“Yes Mama Elena.” Nodded Rhys, softly. Then looking over to Marie.

“I think Al will probably be over with the twins again, so look out for that. Thank you guys so much!”

Elena clapped happily at this and after Rhys paid they continued on with their mission, now joined by Bolt.

Next they went over to the local library. They had Bolt sit outside on a bench with the basket so he could rest. Rhys then went inside and walked up to the front desk.

“Excuse me?” They whispered to the lady at the front desk.

“How can I help you Rhys?” Smiled Steph, looking up from a book on biology she’d been looking at.

“Can I set up an account on behalf of my friend?” They asked.

“Of course, what’s your friends name?”

“Mack.”

“Age?”

“…same age as me.”

“So 24, yeah?”

“Mhm.”

“Gotcha, will he be using this card?”

“I’ll be using it on his behalf, he doesn’t like getting out much but he loves reading. So, I figured i should sort him out a library card so I can get him new books when he finishes reading the old ones.”

“I see, smart!”

Rhys nodded at this.

“Since this is a new card you can take out five books today, would you like to do that?”

“I would.”

“Great, choose out the books and return here! I’ll sign them out.” Instructed Steph.

Rhys nodded at this and hurried off into the rows of bookshelves, looking out for some specific themes that Mack had mentioned liking. It took a few moments but they eventually found the mystery section and picked out five books that weren't in the array Mack had read. They’d pestered him greatly with curious questions over dinner, trying to figure out what it was he had read already. They found that Mack wasn’t really a suspicious man, so he didn’t question the pestering for anything more than genuine curiosity. Rhys kept on looking though, taking out a notebook they had in their side bag to take note of other books he may enjoy to take out of the library in the future. There was a large collection of all kinds of books, ones that could definitely get Mack to read because of the mystery but then ease him into other genres of books. They were wanting to get an array but decided to go on the safe side and pick out books that met Mack’s current specifications. They could ask in the future if he wanted to get into other books! And if not that's fine- Rhys could always read them themselves.

They eventually returned to Steph with a selection of five books to take out in Mack’s name.

“What a wonderful and intriguing selection! Your friend sure does have taste.” Beamed Steph, beginning to scan the books out.

“Yeah, I really hope he likes them because they meet his specifications.” Nodded Rhys, shyly as they wrung their hands together.

Steph nodded at this assuringly with a wink in Rhys’ direction to help boost their confidence.

“He’ll love them, I’m sure of it.”

“Thanks Steph.”

“No problem, happy to help.”

“Just remember either yourself or your friend have got to get this back at the end of the month, okay?”

“You got it Steph, I’ll let him know to read them all before then.”

“If he hasn’t then he can always bring them back for an extension, just means he’ll have one less different book to take out when he does.”

“Got it- Actually- Can you write all this down-“

Steph giggled at this and nodded.

“Sure, one moment.”

She rang a bell on her desk and out from the back of the library walked Katherine.

“You called?” She smiled.

“Yeah, can you write something out for me?”

“Course!”

Rhys handed Katherine the notepad and pen, grateful for the help. They weren’t sure if they could keep up with Steph’s fast talking and writing simultaneously. Luckily their friends were aware of such and made choices to help them out with these kinds of situations when they could. It was easier on Rhys’ brain that way which meant more fun for everyone involved.

“Hello Mack,

This is Steph from the Smalkton Library. These are the five books that Rhys picked out for you. Rebecca. Girl On The Train. In Cold Blood. Sharp Objects. The Alienist. You are free to use these books for reading for the month but you must return them at the end of the month or risk being fined! Don’t worry, if you haven’t finished reading a book you can extend the time for another month and keep on reading! I know how important finding the end of the story is, trust me!!! I hope you enjoy this books.” Spoke aloud Steph as Katherine wrote it all down.

Rhys beamed at this thankfully and put the books in their bag along with the note too.

“Thank you both so much, you're always wonderful!”

“We try!”

“Thanks Rhys!”

“Byeeee!!!”

“See you again soon!”

Rhys smiled to themselves softly as they cradled the bag to their chest, holding the books to their chest as a warm flurry feeling began to form in their heart at Mack's probable excitement from all the items they were going to get him. When had they ever dedicated so much time and money and effort to a guy?! Though… Mack was special. They could feel it. He may be cold and quiet and stubborn but Rhys knew it was because he was lonely and misunderstood. They’d been like it themselves once. That’s why they were determined to help him and be his friend. They quietly paused with a flush as they put a hand on the spinny door, leading to where Bolt was sitting waiting for them on a bench outside in the cold morning sun. Maybe even more than a friend? The thought made them giggle to themselves a little, giddy at the thought but they didn’t deny it. They made sure to clear up the flush on their face as they returned to Bolt, saving that though for another time.

“Mack. Mack. Mack. Mack. Mack. Mack. Mack. Mack. Mack. Mack. Mack. Mack. Mack. Mack. Mack. Mack. Mack. Mack. Mack. Mack. Mack. Mack. Mack. Mack, Mack. Mack. Mack. Mack. Mack. Mack. Mack. Mack. Mack. Mack. Mack. Mack. Mack. Mack. Mack. Mack. Mack. Mack. Mack. Mack. Mack. Mack. Mack. Mack. Mack. Mack. Mack. Mack. Mack. Mack. Mack. Mack. Mack. Macky Moo. Mack a llama ding dong?”

“What the fuck is up Mark?” Scowled Mack, rolling his eyes and glaring at the stubborn fairy sat up on the shelf.

“Why’d you let the human give you a name?! We’ve been offering good ones for years!” He huffed.

“None of yours are good.”

“Aw- What do you have against Stanky?”

“Everything. I have everything against Stanky.”

Mark snickered at this.

“Okay Mackey.”

Cei fluttered over and sat on Mack’s shoulder, nuzzling into his shirt.

“Just ignore him.”

“I’m trying to.”

“He’ll get bored eventually.”

“It won’t come soon enough.”

“Just chill. You and I both know his attention span is awful.”

Mack snickered at this gently.

“Anyways, so Rhys?”

“What about them?”

“You like them.”

“They’re nice.”

“Cool.”

“And handsome.”

“Mhm.”

“I also didn’t know humans did third party genders just yet, but I am glad to see them indulging in the Nonbinary gender like yourself.”

“It is very cool! Isn’t it?”

“Yup.”

“Your attracted to Nonbinary people, aren’t you?”

“Yes. Why?”

“Just checking.”

“No.”

“What?”

“You want me to ask them out.”

“Hehehe-“

“Cei- I haven’t even known them that long! So what if their nice and kind and handsome and smart and listen to me and talk to me and indulge in what I have to say and make me feel less lonely and have cool ideas and even cooler skills and great ideas for stories on their notes and even cooler stories that they’ve published and a family that they care about and loads of friends that are just like us who’d be super cool to meet and likes to spend time with us and leave nice things out for us- and Jesus Christ stop me from talking I think I like them-“

Cei giggled at this with a wiggle.

“I guessed so.”

Mack groaned at this.

“Hhhhhh-“

“It’ll be fine! I’m sure they’ll understand our time spans are a little different to ours and I’m sure they’ll like you too even if you have to wait a little time for their crush to set in!”

“Mmmmm.”

“Besides, if they reject you they can’t exactly make you leave.”

“This is true-“

“They’re also too nice to make you feel bad for having a crush on them!”

“This is also true information.”

“See?!”

“It’ll be fine!”

“Uh huh.”

“Listen, I won’t even tell the others that’s how fine it’ll be. That way you don’t have to worry about all the teasing.”

“Thanks Cei.”

“No problem!”

“Do you want to go out to the garden?”

“Mhm! I’ve sorted out all my work for today.”

“Great.”

“Yeah! I’m getting better at it.”

“Wanna talk about it?”

“Sure! So, you see I’ve been using my magic to help repair all the papers and books and now I’m using words to help repair small repairs on other things like how you do with your bronze magic. You make things and repair things and leave a little tint of bronze in everything you do! That’s what I’m working on doing.”

“I see. That’s very clever.”

“Thanks!”

“Glad to see you making progress. Maybe you’ll have your own place to take care of one day.”

“Oh I don’t know about that-“

“It’ll happen, I know it.”

“I don’t wanna leave Ashe and Mark-“

“Just get a big enough home and you can take them with you.”

“I guess so-“

“Then I’ll get to hear about all the caretaker kids you have-“

“Mack!”

He chucked at this.

“I swear you’re like an annoying older brother sometimes!”

“That’s because you’d like my tolerable little sibling.”

“Uh huh.”

Mack snickered again.

“You just think your sooo funny!”

“It’s true I am.”

“Is not.”

“Is too.”

“Is not.”

“Is too.”

“Is not!”

“Is too!”

“You’re insufferable.”

“No, I’m Mack.”

“Stop.”

“Never.”

“Let’s just go to the garden already!”

Mack followed amused as Cei fluttered along to the garden happily with a huff and twinkle as they did so. He snickered again and followed after them, the pair spending a content hour looking through at the health of the garden's flowers. Cei would look down in the crevices for them and Mack would heal them once Cei pointed them out. As he’d told Rhys he loved gardening. It was so cool! The only reason he’d wanted to leave this place was so he could see more flowers and plants and learn about how to care for them with his magic. It’d be a cool experience in his honest option, but alas the magic of his world left him tied to this lonesome wonderful house. At least he had someone new to talk with now. As he’d said to see Rhys was great and everything new he’d wanted to see from the outside world in one person, he didn’t care if Rhys didn’t reciprocate him romantically. If they didn’t, that was all well and dandy with him as long as they stuck around and continued to be friends with him and listened to his thoughts in the honest and intriguing way that they did. If they turned out to be a meanie? Mack may as well just let himself fade away. The prospect of losing a friendship with such an individual was too much for his heart to handle, so fading was probably the best option should it happen. He really hoped it would happen. He had a hunch it wouldn’t but you never know.

Next Rhys went with Bolt over to the craft shop, stepping inside with a content nod to the man who went back to waiting outside again. They walked through the varying isles of items and selected themed craft item after themed craft item. They figured whilst they couldn’t really let Mack go free reign on decorating the house, he could enjoy decorating some trinkets which Rhys could then put up. They spent a long while sorting through all the items, enjoying the air conditioning and the quiet atmosphere and vibes of the shop. They settled on about $50 pounds worth of colouring books, pencils, crayons, paint, stickers, tape, paper and many other different craft items that they could remember enjoying when they were younger. It was all things Mack probably wouldn’t have seen before so they knew once he warmed up to them he’d enjoy them immensely. They made their way up to the till and waved to the new lad who sat at the till. His name was Satoru.

“Good Morning Rhys.” He nodded gently with a nervous smile. He hadn’t been holding the job very long, it was his first one whilst he worked on getting into medical school, so he wanted to do things right!

“Good Morning Satoru. How’s today been for you?” Asked Rhys in return with a smile of their own.

“Oh you know- Quiet like always. It's what I like about the place.”

“Me too!”

“Glad to see we agree on that then.”

“Indeed. What are you getting today?”

“Just some crafts for a friend. He likes being creative to the point he looks like he wants to draw on my walls-“

“Oh dear-“

“-Yeah, so I’m getting him some things to exert that mass of creative energy he seems to feel all the time.”

“That’s smart.”

“I thought so, also means you’ll see a lot more of me, when I need to restock.”

“Coolio! It’ll be great to see more of you Rhys.”

“Mhm, and with my knees I’ll probably have someone come down to help me carry the things.”

“Uh huh?”

Rhys nodded to the window where Bolt was sitting outside waiting for them.

“It’s your lover boy.”

Satoru flushed at this intensely and hid his face in his hands.

“Shushhhh, he’s not my lover boy Rhys!”

“From the way you two talk to one another that doesn’t look like the case Sat-“

“He’s cute okay- But he don’t like like me-“

“Yeah- He love love you-“

“Shushhhhhh!”

“Don’t worry, don’t worry, my lips are sealed.”

“Thanks-“

“I know how much you wanna tell him yourself-“

“Stop this-“

Rhys giggled to themselves as Satoru flusteredly scanned all their items and put them in a bag for them with little grumbles as he did so.

“Hey Sat, don’t worry, I wouldn’t say anything if I didn’t think you were worrying for nothing. I do think he likes you back and I think you should take the chance to talk to him before either of you set off into the big wide world and forget about one another until it’s too late. You and I both know how much that kid is raring to go all the time, that’s why his Mama’s got him helping little old me out today! So just try and talk to him okay? If not for me then for his poor Mama and sister who need him out of the house and bakery more often. He’d just love to come and sit and fuss over you whilst you work-“

“Okay! Okay! I got it!” Blushed Satoru, holding Rhys’ bag of supplies out to them, extremely pink in the face.

Rhys chuckled at this.

“It’s just a thought.”

Satoru nodded at this quickly, Rhys then paid and went back out to Bolt, adding the items to their bag.

“Hey uh Rhys?” Spoke up Bolt.

“What’s up?” Replied Rhys.

“Can I-“ He asked, pointing to the door of Satoru’s workplace.

Rhys chuckled but nodded.

“Alright, but don’t take too long. I don’t have all day!” They teased gently. Bolt nodded quickly at this, a light flush growing on his face before he quickly walked over and into the building.

Rhys sat down on the bench, going over their mental list and casually scrolling on their phone to see what Al and the twins were up to today. They’d promised the family an invite to their new house when it was all sorted and they were settled after all!

Bolt wrung his hands together and walked over to Satoru’s counter where he was reading a book.

“Hey Sat- Just thought I’d come say hi.” Waved Bolt.

Satoru looked up from his book, an intense flush still on his face.

“Hi Bolt- Thanks. Are you doing okay?”

“Mhm.”

“That’s cool.”

“Yeah. What about you?”

“I’m good too- Just Y’know earning some light cash!”

“That’s great, I heard you plan to go to medical school, that’s cool!”

“Mhm. I wanna be a doctor!”

“Cool!”

“Yeah.”

The pair were silent for a moment.

“Guess I’ll see you around then! Got to go back to helping Rhys.” Said Bolt.

“Yeah- Okay-“ Nodded Satoru, shyly, thinking.

“See ya Sat-“

“Wait!”

Rhys looked up as Bolt exited the shop, the boy having a flushed but dopey grin on his face.

“That go well then?” They mused with a gentle tease in his direction.

“I got a date!” Exclaimed Bolt. “With the prettiest boy I know!”

“Naw, ain’t that just cute?”

“Totally!”

And the pair continued on. Rhys listened as Bolt talked animatedly to them about all the ideas he had for dates between him and Satoru. Rhys was happy for them both and maybe they could always steal a few ideas for dates from the animated boy- Mack looked like he deserved a date too- It was nice though at least. They opted to just tuck the other ideas to the back of their mind again and just focus on their task at hand. It was always something to think about in the future. First they needed to figure out if Mack liked them back in a romantic sense first and who knows how long that would take!

The last stop from the trip was the flower and gardening shop! Rhys planned to get a bunch of seeds that could grow in their garden that Mack could plant throughout the different seasons and learn about. That way he always had some kind of plant to hyperfixate on no matter what season or time it was. To Rhys it was the perfect plan! They now just needed to ask about seeds-

They walked into the shop, leaving Bolt outside again and went up to the till. They waved to a young person named Kenzy who stood behind the till with his girlfriend Emelie who also waved at Rhys.

“Heya Rhys! How can we help you today?” Beamed Kenzy, leaning forward to rest on the desk to see what Rhys needed.

“I just need a bunch of seeds for plants and flowers of interesting variety that can grow through various seasons.” Explained Rhys, sheepishly, rubbing the back of their head. “Sorry if that’s complicated-“ They missed.

“Nah- Nah- You just keep talking to Kenz, I’ll grab the things!” Assured Emelie with a smile and nod stepping out from behind the desk to the rows of plants and seeds in front of her.

Rhys nodded at this and turned back to Kenzy.

“So, assume this is all for your new garden?” Asked Kenzy.

“Mhm, I have a friend who’s interested in plants and flowers of all sorts who wants to take care of it for me.” Explained Rhys. “So I figured I’d get him the supplies!”

“Got it, don’t worry Emmy will pick out a nice selection for you. Trust me, she’s got an eye for this stuff. Anyways, anything else interesting going on?”

“Not really, you know, just the same old same old. Getting my house sorted out so hopefully I can have the family over sooner rather than later.”

“I gotcha. I imagine the twins are itching to come over and see it all.”

“No kidding, I’ve been getting some very cute videos of pouty babies from Riley over the last few days.”

“Oh dear.”

“Mhm, but they know I need my space, so as pouty as they are they’re willing to wait it out.”

“Sweet, is anything else interesting happening?”

“…I may have met a guy-“

“Ooooo, damn! What’s his name?”

“Mack.”

“What’s he like?”

“Anti social but so cute and smart and just caring. I don’t know if it’s love love but I’m you know crushing!” Explained Rhys, with a giggle at themselves.

“Ah no I get ya, just remember don’t worry about what it is or isn’t, just enjoy it!” Hummed Kenzy, playfully nudging Rhys. “You’ve got this man.”

“Thanks Kenzy, I really hope he likes me as much as I like him.”

“He’d be a fool not to be! You're as sweet as Rhysie.”

“Aw- You're too kind.”

“Just telling the truth.”

“Mmm, whatever you say!”

“I do say actually.”

“Mmmm. You're not the first.”

“I know, that’s why it’s the truth bitch boy.”

“Whatever you say asshat.”

“Are you two playing nice?” Called Emelie, in a playful manner.

“Of course Emmy! Why wouldn’t we be?” Retorted Kenzy, with a hum.

“Don’t want you scaring off my customers Kenny, that’s all.”

“Hey!”

Rhys and Emelie giggled at this. She eventually strolled back out to the front and handed over the seeds to Rhys with a content hum.

“Those look good?”

“They look fabulous, thank you so much Emelie.”

“No problem!”

“Aight, scanning time then?” Asked Kenzy.

“Of course, here you go SirMa’am.” Saluted Rhys, playfully with a playful roll of the eyes from Kenzy as he took the set of seeds and began to scan them onto the till for Rhys’ total.

“Anything else today Rhys?”

Rhys paused.

“Get me a beginners gardening tool pack pretty please!”

“I’m on it!” Grinned Kenzy, jumping the desk to grab one for them.

Emelie caught the scanner and rolled her eyes fondly at her partner's antics.

It took a few minutes but Rhys eventually returned with a set in blue and handed it over for Rhys who then handed it over to Emelie so she could scan it.

“That’s everything.” Confirmed Rhys, who then paid and began to put the items in their bag.

“What an excellent haul you have today, Rhys.” Mused Emelie, gently.

“Indeed, gonna have lots to do at the new house for sure.” Agreed Kenzy.

“It’s gonna be a blast!” Beamed Rhys, who then bid the pair goodbye and headed back out to Bolt who’d just frantically stuffed something pink in the ingredients basket. He gave Rhys an innocent smile.

“What did you do-“

“It’s just an apron- For your friend- It’s a gift-“

“I see-“

Bolt giggled at this mischievously as Rhys set down their bag to take a curious look at the apron. They picked up the item and held it out, looking at a medium sized pink apron with frills on it. They snorted.

“I’m sure it’ll look wonderful on him-“

“Right! That’s what I thought dude!”

“Uh huh-“

“That’s the truth.”

“Sure, definitely not a prank.”

“Uh huh just a present.”

“Mmmmm.”

“It is!”

“You know Bolt, for some reason I don’t really believe that coming from you of all people-“

“Well excuse me for trying to be nice-“

“You are excused.”

“H e y-“

“What’s up?”

“Y o u a r e m e a n.”

“Say who?”

“S a y s m e!”

“Your talking weird-“

“T r y a n d s t o p m e-“

“I’m kind of scared now.”

“As you should be!”

“There we go.”

“Goddamn it-“

“Pffft, knew you’d stop focusing on it eventually.”

“You always spoil the fun in everything Rhysie!”

“Says who?”

“I’m not starting that shit again Rhys it hurt my ducking throat-“

Rhys snorted at this.

“Okay, okay, let’s go already-“

Rhys then decided to head home and gift the items to Mack. They walked into the house with the selection, Bolt putting the items on the counter before heading home himself to get back to his Mama and sister.

“Mack?” Called out Rhys. “I have some things for you!”

It took a few moments but Mack soon appeared and walked into the room.

“What’s that?” He asked.

“Supplies for you, so you aren’t always so bored!” Beamed Rhys.

Mack blinked at this just staring at the items. He gently walked over to them, subconsciously grabbing their hand to comfort himself as he processed the fact he was getting a gift. Rhys gave him an assuring smile in return and squeezed his hand comfortingly, watching as he took in the items. He sorted through the items carefully, laying them out on the side as he went, tugging Rhys along with him as he inspected them all, longingly. He sniffled happily with a content shuffle, shooting Rhys a smile as he looked at it all.

“Thanks.”

“No problem.”

“You didn’t have to do this..”

“I know but I wanted to.”

“Why?”

“Cause you're pretty cool if you ask me.”

Mack flushed at this a little and looked back to the items.

“I see.”

“Figured I could join in on the action too occasionally, get to know your talents and such. If you’ll have me that is.”

“I’d love that!” Replied Mack, flushing at how quickly he responded. “Sorry-“

“Don’t be, it was cute.” Mused Rhys, resting to lean their head on his shoulder.

“Ugh- Sorry- This is just so cool but also really very overwhelming-“ He admitted sheepishly.

“Mmm, well if you want too, we could snuggle?” Offered Rhys, shyly. “That helps me feel less overwhelmed a lot of the time and it may help you too. It’s just an idea and an offer though so don’t like feel forced too if you don’t want to-“

“No no- I’d uh love to do that-“ Beamed Mack, gently, tugging Rhys to stand closer to him which made them flush. The pair wandered over to the living room and flopped down on one of the couches together, Rhys sat in between Mack’s legs with their head on his chest. Both parties were extremely flustered but enjoying the closeness.

“Hey Mack?”

“Yeah Rhys?”

“What do you think of Nonbinary people?”

“They’re very cool.”

“Would you date one?”

“Yeah?”

“Would you date me?”

Silence.

Rhys sat up going to apologise but Mack’s flustered face then continued.

“I would your like super cool and I know this is sudden and such but like I’ve never felt this compulsion to care for someone so much before so quickly and you just bought me so many interesting things which was is honestly kinda attractive because no one’s ever really cared for me before in this way so sorry if this makes things weird or uncomfortable or you don’t want to be my friend anymore but yes I would date you- I’d like to date you- I’d love to date yo-“

Mack was cut off by a giggly Rhys kissing him on the lips. He leaned into the kiss and reciprocated it, resting a hand on their cheek. The kiss went on for a few minutes as the two leaned into the comforting touch of one another, only breaking apart to breathe and then passionately going back to kissing one another again. Mack ran a gentle comforting hand through Rhys’ brown soft hair which he played with in between his fingers as he did so. Rhys knew what this was as soon as it began to happen. This was love and they could feel it in their entire soul. They wanted to stay with him forever and they wanted to be held by him and they wanted to love him in one form or another in every life that they ever got to live with him as long as they existed. It was a sudden overwhelming ocean of emotions for both of them but they cling onto one another with gentle but loving patience and passion and they would survive this together, looking forward to waking up together as a healthy couple the next day. But for now the night was young and as was their love for one another, so they’d lie on this couch together and share soft affections with one another as the fairy crew slept upstairs in their usual dog-pile unaware of the dynamic changes that would come to the house soon. It was one that they all saw coming but not one so soon. Neither Mack or Rhys carried what they thought anyways, this was theirs and they were going to live in it to the best and last of their days, no matter how long that would be. Mack would enjoy the silence and drift his mind away from the potential teasing that would come tomorrow that next morning. Rhys would look forward to the chaos of the next day as they could shout out to the world that they loved someone and he loved them in return in the same way and strength and sweetness and courage that they did when it came to their ideals of love. If this was a dream they never wanted to wake up. He was everything to them now and they planned on making sure he knew that everyday of his long life. Mack didn’t expect this to be how his day turned out to be but he wouldn’t change it for anything else in the world. If you asked him too, he’d honestly do everything he could to knock you dead. You can ask him. I confirmed. He leaned into their touch as they began to fall asleep, cuddling them protectively with his body, ears twitching happily at the feel of them against him as their soothing breaths began to lull him to sleep too. Mack couldn’t wait for this to be his sight that he woke up too tomorrow. He couldn’t wait for this to be his sight that he woke up too for all the future tomorrows. For all the tomorrows.

This truly was love and both reciprocants of it were feeling it.

The next morning Rhys gently got up with a sleepy Mack clinging to their back grumpily as they snickered at him and made breakfast. They dragged him upstairs to the bed which he snuggled into their side as soon as they sat down, drinking their coffee. They’d decided today would be a lazy day with all the chaos the fairy crew would bring.

“GUYS THEY ARE DATING NOW-“

“OH MY GODDDDDD.”

“MACKKKKK.”

“I CALLED IT.”

“YUP-“

“HA SIMP LOOK AT HIM WHAT A S I M P GUYS-“

“You say that as if you aren’t a Simp-“

“Shut up-“

Now, if we skip a few years into the future I could tell you that Rhys and Mack have gotten married at this point, the ceremony being held in the beautiful garden that Mack and Rhys had worked so hard to care for over the years along with the fairy crew. Said fairy crew had all reached their full capacity but had yet to opt into full growth since they wanted to stick around and see Rhys and Mack and Greyson still! Greyson was Mack and Rhys’ newly born son. He’s an utter sweetheart and the perfect picture of them both! Georgie and Jackie are very protective of their cousin! It was very cute. Riley and Al were introduced to the fairy crew and Mack too and Rhys was happy to find the group all got along well. They were very happy at this because now their family was complete and full and so very warm. It was all they’d ever wanted and they’d finally gotten it. Out of the fairy crew, Ashe, Mark and Cei had gotten married! As had Burt, Gunther, Celci and Peter. The groups were two very happy Polycule couples. Rhys enjoyed sewing together tiny wedding outfits for them all for all the main events. They also figured out what to write for their next book. It was about a little girl named Lisa who had something in her house who kept cleaning things up. It was a story that told kids that they may not always know how things happen but to be grateful for them happening anyways! It was looking to be another best seller for them, which they were very happy to hear. It meant they could treat Mack to some takeout which was his current favourite food since Rhys could just order it to the house and they didn’t have to leave. It also meant they could treat Greyson, Georgie and Jackie to some treats like the good Papa and Uncle they were. It was all looking to be a good life for Rhys now, they were glad to have it every single day.

“Rhys?” Spoke up Mack, gently one evening as he walked into their bedroom. He found them standing in front of the mirror, fiddling with their contacts as they took them out.

“What’s up honey?” Cooed Rhys with a grin, leaning into his arms.

“I’ve been thinking about things.”

“Oh? How so?”

“Well, when I first met you I told you that my job was to take care of this place.”

“Mhm?”

“It’s not anymore.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, it’s to take care of you now. Because I love you.”

Rhys flushed at this with a giggle, sighing contently at his words and leaning into him.

“I love you too darling, honestly your words are so sweet just all the time.”

“Only for you my love.”

“I know and I love that awfully.”

“That’s why I keep saying it.”

Mack scooped them up once Rhys finished with their contacts and carried them over to bed, snuggling into them like he’d done that first time all those years before. Rhys sighed contently at this and ran a hand through his hair. It was another soft but content moment between the pair that had often repeated itself throughout the years as their relationship grew. They both cuddled into one another and fell asleep to the gentle rhythm of one another’s breathing and heartbeats. Once again Mack protectively curled around Rhys as they slept except this time the fairies weren’t asleep. They stood in the rafters of the room watching the couple with fond teasing and quiet bickering as they listened out for the calls of a crying baby, waiting on guard to sooth him if need be and let his lovely parents (and maybe their parents too but don’t let Mack and Rhys know that) continue to sleep because with his hard the both of them worked? After all this time? They definitely deserved it. Rhys hummed happily in their sleep wiggling closer to Mack who pulled them closer to him as they did so, the pair seemingly subconsciously cocooning themselves in the blanket together and clinging onto one another’s pyjamas as they slept. It was a habit they’d both slowly developed as they liked the feeling of one another’s weight on each other. It was a certain level of endearing that Cei found sweet. The others not so much, but they tolerated it. Just like Mack did with them. Because he loved them, even if he didn’t admit it aloud.

The next morning the large crowd of a family would awaken and they’d go about their normal routine, co-existing and just enjoying their time with one another whilst they could. It was just their way of life and none of them would change it for the world.

If this was love it was theirs.

If this was life it was theirs.

If this was passion it was theirs.

If this was rich it was theirs.

If Mack existed Rhys was his and his only.

If Rhys existed Mack was theirs and their only.

Maybe next time they inherited a creepy house, this life would remind them not to be so grumpy about it.

[fullmoonandstar]

Hi :) any favorite parts of iswm? 

I loved the film noir part. Just everything about it: the computer having marriage problems, the outfits, Mark's inner monologue that the captain can hear (sure, you can ask me on that date, dear head engineer, or have we gone on the date already?)

I also loved the small Mack part even tho he screws you over XD

( I met Matpat and Stephanie once years ago and I'm still a fan even after all these years </3)

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