#it's not going to be part of this mod because I refuse to fall into the feature creep quagmire and this is a Horse Overhaul Mod

[eachuisge-cc]

okay I dunked her in charcoal

realistically this suits the mod better and also the alternative is to have people pointing out that Kaidan calls her "raven black" in dialogue forever

I'm gonna figure out something else fun to do with the splash white, preferably something that allows the player to own it. I kind of want to move it into Markarth since that's my designated Pinto Zone.

[the-named-anon]

Dungeon meshi x Minecraft thoughts

(Assuming it’s a modern au and everyone knows how to use a computer…)

Laios

Laios would get the achievement for eating everything edible without even trying. Loves exploring caves, but often falls to his death because he forgets there’s fall damage.

Is trying to speedrun to the dragon, but dies so often it’s pointless… (dude. You’ve lost so much diamond armor Chilchuck isn’t going to give you any.)

He lives in a dirt hut until Marcille or Falin build him a better one

Wants everyone to live nearby, and eventually everyone does

Had a self-made skin, but it looked horrible so Falin made him one

HOARD of dogs. Used to be individually named, but then after the fourth (Name) fell to their death/burned in lava/shot by skeleton, he collectively calls them buddy

Tried to have hardcore worlds, died within the first hour on each.

Is part of a separate server with loads and loads of monster mods (run by someone called LordOfTheDungeon, who made most of the mods)

Gamer tag is xXMonsterSlayerXx

Falin

Is the dragon /j

Master of potion creation, figures them all out very easily.

Lives in a pretty build that her and Marcille built. (And they were roommates 😳)

Is the supplier of ores for the group, is decked out in pretty trimmed diamond armor (enchants courtesy of Chilchuck)

Practically made all the skins that the party uses, based on how they actually look

Has a big farm of animals (is trying to get two of each passive mob in there… tropical fish are the only thing she’s missing, and she has a in-game book to keep track of which ones she has)

Yes, she does have a strider, skeleton horse, and a sniffer.

Has named all her animals, and has a strict “no weapons on the hotbar” when people visit.

Has a separate hardcore world that she’s sunk hours into.

And is part of two other servers, a cosy animal filled cottage core server and another one she won’t tell anyone about

Gamer tag is FlowerFalin

Marcille

Tried desperately to learn potions, but also doesn’t want to step on Falin’s toes…

Is the builder of the group, grows the biggest trees she can. Master of bonemeal.

Went out of her way to grab two mooshrooms for Falin (one red, one brown) under the guise of “I needed mycelium anyways”

Wants to get all of the achievements, but also refuses to eat rotten flesh or poisonous potatoes

Named her sword “Ambrosia two” (and then “Ambrosia 3”, “Ambrosia 4”… she doesn’t loose/break Ambrosia four)

Uses potion tipped arrows. (Realized too late that she probably should’ve named her bow Ambrosia, since its usage with the potion tipped arrows is more similar to her real Ambrosia.)

Falin made her skin based on Uriale

Also plays on a server that has a mod for The Daltian Clan

Gamer tag is UrialeOfDaltian

Chilchuck

Under his quaint little house is a MASSIVE villager trading hall. Has every trade imaginable, at the lowest cost it can be. Lets “no one” in there (Laios has a bad habit of accidentally hitting villagers… and was banned before it was made)

Has the best enchants, and actually successfully speedran to the dragon. (First to have an elytra, and HOARDS shulker boxes. Wants the other party members to pay him for them.)

Has lots of beacons, and has unlocked all the end teleporters… (wither sounds are common on the server)

Most skilled at the game (dad of three girls… what did you expect? (Gamer girl-dad))

His girls made him his skin. (Big anime eyes, but everything else is akin to him) ((begrudgingly uses it))

Has a separate server with his girls, that they modded (custom biomes, more enchant options, fun tools and weapons)

Gamer tag is ChillsChuck

Senshi

Makes food. Only wants to make food… big farm of meat animals, and actual crops.

Is disappointed that there isn’t more monster-based food in the game. (What do you mean you can’t eat enderpearls? Why don’t more mobs drop meat?)

Ate rotten flesh once, and then decided against it. (It’s too bad you can’t use it to make food. This game is seriously lacking culinary options.)

Prefers to play modded, with loads and loads of food options. (The party server is straight vanilla, so he’s part of another one where he’s more active on… modded with food.)

Is confused why they’d think he’d be interested in mining… he makes food irl?? (Can’t differentiate any stones. Even though they’re different colors)

House was made by Marcille, skin by Fallin. (Previously default Steve skin)

Has a horse named Anne (really crappy… like, he tamed the first horse that looked like her so it’s only slightly faster than running and can barely clear a two block jump)

Gamer tag is ChefSenshi402

Izutsumi

Falin made her skin a cat girl (previously one of the default skins (can’t remember any of the other ones, but not Alex or Steve))

Doesn’t really understand Minecraft, or why people want to play it.

Has a hoard of cats, but only the tuxedo ones. (Because they look like her)

Master of the horse-stats trade, and has had luck with llamas.

(Sorry… I don’t have many ideas for her because I’m not at the part of the show where she’s at)

Gamer tag is Izutsumi1 (Izutsumi was taken for some reason)

Bonus:

Thistle

Moderator and owner of the monster-filled server.

Made 90% of the mods in the server, the only mods he didn’t make are the mods he uses to have his mods to work (like geckolib)

Has two accounts, LordOfTheDungeon, and ThistleThorn

Uses LordOfTheDungeon as his moderator one, and ThistleThorn is for the cosy cottagecore server he’s in.

Had a raffle for the players with the longest time in-server to come up with a monster for him to implement

Laios won, and it’s taken Thistle a while to make his “Ultimate Strongest Monster.” (Multiple heads and attacks are time consuming.)

Falin is also a moderator on his server, with a fake gamer tag of “Chimera” (Laios doesn’t know that, but she thinks it’s fun to watch the custom mobs roam around.) Has a custom game mode where the monsters don’t attack her, so she can make a little sanctuary for her favorites. (Also uses a different skin for the server, per the request of Thistle)

There’s an unknown person who’s a moderator that’s skin is lion-like, who’s gamer tag is “BeastWishes”

[aziraphales-library]

Hi all! I've been craving some fantasy au slow burn but have been wanting something longer than 50k words (I want to be in for the long haul). I've been reading Beauty and the Beast AUs but I could work with something similar/fusion. (I've already read "The Serpent and the Angel" and "Choose Your Princes Wisely" and loved them both) If you can't manage fantasy au then post-s1 would work as well :)

Give me longing! Give me shy touches and stolen looks! Fluff, angst, and/or hurt/comfort, E rating is welcome. Thanks!

Hey. We have a #fantasy au tag, so check that out. There aren't loads of fantasy fics over 50k with slow burn/pining, so searching ao3 was really simple. Here ya go...

I’m Your Landsailor by IneffableDoll (T)

In a small seaside town called Tadfield, one of the last places on Earth where humans and magic coexist, an exiled selkie and a human who ran away from her life accidentally get themselves married in the oldest, most binding sense. The two are forced to stay together until they can find a way to undo it and free the other from their accidental marriage. It sure would be complicated if they started to fall for each other in the process…

through the silent wood by summerofspock (M)

When Aziraphale Eastgate first moves to Tadfield, he struggles to understand the strange culture of the village. They're not friendly or kind or anything he expected from a village in the north. So when he rescues a snake from a snow storm, he's glad for a little company even if it comes in the form of an animal. Unfortunately, in Tadfield, animals are often not what they seem.

Dragon's Heart by Slow_Burn_Sally (E)

“No dear Aziraphale. It must live” She answered him, and turned her gaze to the massive, sleeping beast. Just then Aziraphale noticed the great pool of dark blood that surrounded the thing where it lay. Blood from its wounds. He looked down at his feet and saw the dark blood pooling around his simple cloth shoes, soaking into the woolen fabric. He felt no revulsion or surprise over this. Only sadness and pity for the poor creature.  “It must live” the goddess repeated. “And you must go to it” Not one to refuse the request of a deity, Aziraphale nodded. “Very well then my Goddess” he replied. “When shall I go?” “At once” she replied. “And you must tell no one”

Faeted, Part One by megzseattle (G)

Ezra fell is an English professor at a prestigious academy for boys. Crowley is the lord of the Unseelie court in the lands without sunrise or moonfall. Somehow fate will bring them together.

Cast the Stone and Create the Ripple by The_Bentley (E)

Crowley stared at him, yellow eyes narrowing. “You’ll have to excuse me for not trusting you. Never encountered your kind before. I suggest you get out of here because this much blood in the water is going to attract sharks.” He twisted around, attempting once again to try to dive into the depths, but without his tail free that was proving impossible. He struggled even harder upon seeing his so-called rescuer pull a knife out of his belt. “Not without you,” the land-dweller replied. “Hold still, please. These nets are meant to dig into skin the more one moves.” “If you're going to kill me, please make it quick. Long, painful discorporations seem like a bad way to go.” Prince Crowley is investigating the damage fishing vessels are doing to crops and homes in his father's underwater kingdom. Prince Aziraphale is supposed to be learning to become a scribe. Their worlds are about to collide, putting Crowley's life in danger and revealing that the land-dwelling angels and ocean-dwelling merdemons just might not be that different after all. (Rated T until Chapter 11 when it becomes more NSFW.)

Omens Of Another Kind by WorseOmens (NR)

Crowley is the Dullahan, a notorious omen of death. Happily ever after isn’t in the job description; he’ll soon meet someone who begs to disagree. (Good Omens Folklore AU)

- Mod D

[astros-nightmare]

Really wish I could ask from my side blog, but oh well-

New asker but also have been stalking this for a bit, anyways, this is a general ask because I get the feeling some might not know all that has happened. If you can’t understand stand that TDLR: I’m asking for clarification on events and where everyone is right now.

Basically where is everyone and what has happened recently. (Because I can’t keep track of things to save my life-like apparently Razzle was poisoned by Teagan??)

(Mod here!! Ay that’s fair!! Here’s a basic summary of everything that happened in the written part of the story, if you want what happened in the asks that’s a whole other can if worms)

Razzle wakes up and his brother is missing, he goes around finding notes about a moonlit kingdom before he runs from a monster and meets up with Gigi who is being chased down by finn

They open the elevator by fixing the generators and escape before going floor by floor experiencing fears, nightmares, insecurities and gathering their friends!

They gather the toons in the following order: razzle, Gigi, scraps, Goob, shrimpo, glisten, toodles, boxten, Tisha, and bobette

Dandy starts becoming more animated and actually responds when bobette arrives. It is then that we learn about anomalies which are toons that got fucked up physically

It is unclear to the characters how they got this way. More characters are found in odd ways

Yatta climbs through the vents and Finn falls through the ceiling, he’s tied up for his murderous tendencies but mellows out with everyone else

All the anomalies are dangerous and murderous to some extent

Teagan arrives and tells everyone she has ties to the moonlit kingdom before trying to stop all of them by poisoning razzle with oleander tea

This makes ginger want to beat the shit out of her. Ginger becomes the resident doctor, taking care of razzle as his sickness progresses (he feels sick because he’s separated from his brother)

Sprout walks in and it’s clear that something on his nightmare messed him up bad but he refuses to say

Finally Rodger arrives and Teagan leaves leaving some conflicted feelings

[k0kichiimagines]

Mod Kokichi! Is it okay if i ask for cuddling hcs with Kokichi and Kaito? idk if you do 2 characters but if you dont, just do Kaito please!

<33

hi hi !! yes i do do 2 or more characters :) i hope you enjoy <33

kokichi & kaito x reader

: cuddling headcanons

kokichi

oh he is so physically affectionate, he's constantly clinging himself to you and whining at you to carry him, forcing his way into your arms while you're talking to someone like a stubborn cat demanding attention. so it's no surprise to find out he's no different behind closed doors, happy to spend hours curled up in your embrace, whether its outside and talking about nothing, or inside and playing games, or lying at night in those quiet moments he can silently drop his act and let himself enjoy the comfort of your arms wrapped around him

that's the thing with kokichi, when he hugs you so very tightly he doesn't need to use any words, he can grin up at you and make some light joke like it's just him messing around you, but you'd never fail to miss the way his hands grip firmly onto you, claiming you as his steady support, resting his weight onto you because he trusts you.

and something about the mornings where he's pretending to still be asleep just to feel your hand brush against his cheek and press a kiss to it tenderly, never speaking directly to him even though you both know you know he's awake, or when he presses his ear to hear the steady sound of your heartbeat calming his racing mind. it's always those moments that he treasures the most

kaito

he loves cuddling you! he's very dense to any quiet hints that you want to lie in his arms, so you'll have to just place yourself there and he'll happily wrap his arms around you. he always greets you with those hugs where you lifts you up and spins you around, doesn't matter if you're taller then him or not he's doing it and only lowering you to almost suffocate you in a hug next.

and his hugs for sure are suffocating in the best way, he hugs you and you just feel his arms secure and confident around you, you just lean into him and relax and forget about the whole world, any troubles you had relaxed even if its just for a moment.

also hugely physically affectionate, constantly has an arm around you and is pulling you towards him, any complaint of the cold and he's placed a jacket on your shoulders and embraced you tightly, wrapped his arms around you from behind and resting his head on your head or shoulder.

adores cuddling you at night, it's his favourite part of his day to just fall asleep with the two of you tangled in each others arms, even if you roll out later he'll somehow find his way back to you in his sleep and refuse to let go in the mornings you'll have to fight your way out before you're both later for your plans that day

[berrypass-de-murdler]

About the Murdle fandom. (long post)

I have made vent posts before, but this is less of a vent post and more of explaining the specifics of the situation, which I have not yet shared my perspective on publicly. I know it's a long post but please, please for my sake read it.

I joined Tumblr because I wanted to be a part of the Murdle fandom.

It started with Raven. She was the only person on DeviantArt (where I started) other than me who posted Murdle art, so I summoned the courage to talk to her. I'm glad I did. She ended up one of my best friends, not just in the fandom, but period.

After a while, I more or less left DeviantArt and moved entirely to Tumblr to focus on the Murdle cartoon. For a while, she was the only reader, until I was joined by RoyalleBlue, my best friend on Tumblr.

And I would also like to shoutout kirvee, electricskelecomics, foxglove.woods, and murdleandmarot for providing support

Raven invited me to the Detective Fanclub Discord server. I was extremely nervous coming in but was welcomed by electricskelecomics and a few others. I wasn't used to a public server and had intense anxiety, but was slowly warming up to talking.

Eventually I was comfortable enough to talk regularly about Murdle. Raven posted AU information about Logico, and I jokingly called her out for 'hurting my babi boi'. Another user suddenly publicly called me out for 'infantilizing' characters, completely humiliating me. They gave an indirect apology (through Raven) apologizing because they 'knew I was fragile'. I left the server, to then which a mod followed me to DMs and criticized me for leaving for a long while until I stopped responding and they finally let it go.

To this day I am very uncomfortable when the server is brought up and often fall into another depression cycle.

I generally felt better here on Tumblr. Even though I didn't get much attention, I still had Blue and Raven.

I however seemed to unknowingly be making an enemy. A prominent user in the Tumblr Murdle fandom who I had never spoken to directly but had still liked the posts of and who indirectly said I was 'very cool' at one point began completely avoiding me, although I'm not sure exactly when it started. Initially I figured they just didn't read the series, which is fine, but they also ignored my art while usually liking and reblogging every other Murdle art post. This kept increasing to the point where they no longer interacted with Blue simply for being friends with me, and refused to acknowledge art that I was even tagged in.

At this point I could tell that it was personal, and yet I still don't have the faintest idea of what caused the grudge, as again, I never spoke to this person. They blocked me at one point before unblocking me the next day (and still avoiding me). Eventually I couldn't take it anymore, I sent them one non-aggressive message explaining why I felt like I had to block them and did. It hurt me, because I knew this was a very nice person otherwise and someone I wanted to be friends with initially.

It doesn't matter if it's not direct, targeted avoidance hurts. Every time someone other than me, Blue, or Raven made a Murdle post now, I'd get a harsh reminder of the fact that I was being ignored on purpose.

The depression I've gotten from all this is more severe than one might expect. I just wanted to join a community with the people who also love my new favorite thing. Murdle was the only thing making me happy through a dark time, and now it just makes me think of the people who berated me on Discord and avoided me on Tumblr.

I hate thinking of the book like this. I find it, needless to say, amazing in every way which is why I dedicate so much time and effort to it. Designing characters isn't easy. Writing isn't easy. I only wanted some appreciation for my efforts. I don't mind if people aren't interested in the cartoon. But the personal offenses are getting to be too much.

Thank you for reading this. I want to be free to continue my work that I love making so much.

[basicallyahedgehog]

It’s New Year’s Eve and thoughts are swirling and the incredible @makeitp1nk was so open and wonderful and herself that I felt inspired to join in on the 2024 reflections.

2024 as been, a lot. For me and for so many people I love. I came into this year so hopeful that things could only get better; tonight I can only hope it doesn’t get worse. I have to believe it won’t get worse.

I don’t know if 2024 has been the hardest year of my life, but it’s in the top three - 2020 being another in the group.

The first few months of this year were hard and dark and awful. The rest of the year hasn’t been sunshine and butterflies but I had clawed my way out of the pit - only to fall back into it two weeks ago. And I was so scared I’d be trapped back in that place. Luckily, this time I had a better idea of what was going on and managed to bring myself back to the surface.

And it was an awful week and I scared myself silly but looking back now I’m grateful for it. Because it highlighted things for me to work on next year, things to be aware of - and to be gentle on myself on.

Physically, 2024 has also been a lot. This is where it probably does qualify as the worst year. Two rounds of Covid, the first worsening my existing health issues and the second triggering new ones. I have three new “probable” diagnoses, plus a couple new “definite” ones.

But through it all, I’m learning. I’m learning how to balance between “this is my life” and “this doesn’t have to be the only thing about me”. To balance not wanting loved ones to worry with asking for the help I need.

Part way through this year I realised something - I spend my work days gently encouraging my clients to use the aids they need, whether that’s mobility aids or jar openers or having someone come in and do the cleaning for them. And then I turn around and refuse to use any of the things that would help me.

I’m not perfect at it. After a month or two of consistently using my splints and braces I’ve fallen out of the habits again. But I remind myself that one month, one DAY, is more than I had before. I remind myself that I used my cane on my trip to and from the west coast earlier this year, despite the stares and uncomfortable words and the niggling “you could do this without it”.

I also remind myself that this year hasn’t all been hard. In January we were staring down the reality that my niece may not qualify for the surgery that would give her a chance at life beyond her first year. Tonight she is 13 months old, scooting faster than I can walk, best friends with her dog - whose name has been one of her first words.

As of two weeks ago I’ve officially graduated from my Masters degree. It took an extra year to complete thanks to health issues, and there were so many times that I wanted to give up. But I kept going, one step at a time, and now I get to help so many more people with the things I’ve learned.

Fandom wise, it’s easy to feel like a failure this year. The last thing I posted was October 2023. I have a gift fic that is now two years overdue - and that was supposed to be completed as part of Goose Fest before I had to pull out.

But then I remember - I modded two fests this year. The WIP isn’t finished but it’s so much further than I could have dreamed twelve months ago. I’ve made new friends and deepened existing friendships. I’ve read some incredible fics and have literally hundreds more saved to read.

I’ve also discovered new fandoms and communities. I’ve read 18 books this year - 12 of those since October. I don’t know if I’d read even a handful of books in the previous four years or more.

Like M, I’ve spent time this year battling an ageing house and a market that no longer sells things to last. I haven’t gotten nearly as many projects done as I wanted to. My garden is full of weeds instead of flowers.

But I learned how to strip, sand, prime and paint my external stair rails. I have pictures hanging on the walls for the first time since I left home. I have some rough scribblings of a garden plan.

And I have time.

I don’t really know where I’m going with all this. I’m not sure I’ve found all the lessons 2024 had for me yet. And as I said at the top, I’m not leaping into this next year full of hope and optimism.

But I’m here to step into 2025, as small and shaky as those steps may be. I have friends to love and be loved by. I’ve had moments of pure terror for my friends this year, all across the world, but tonight, I’m going to feel grateful that I have friends to be terrified for.

Wherever you are, whatever your 2024 was like, I love you and I’m proud of you. 2024 was tough but we’re here, and we can step into 2025 together. You can hold my hand as tightly as you need to.

[silvery-bluish]

27 or 35 for the touching prompts, please. Whichever one speaks to you more

this has been sitting in my inbox AND my wips for far too long. whoops. but hey, I did both of them! they have ENTIRELY different moods.

Wordcount: 452 + 375

Contents: 27- post-reveal, mid-some sort of Catfiend fight. Flystep adjacent, but not resolved. Don't worry about the context I don't know what it is.

35- Chargeflystep. Nebulous don't worry about it future. Soft and sleepy. Just scars no bruises but I think it still counts.

27. pulling the other one towards them

It’s impulse, reaction, motion without thought and you never move without thought except--

Okay. One thought. One fallback. No— and grab for Daniel’s arm and yank, pull him directly into you for lack of anywhere else to go, claws and limbs and mind too-caustic too-sticky to get a good bead on, but you can see the edges of it and the way it’s headed, and it turns too quick for Daniel to read so--

Armor’s not the kindest thing to collide with, but it’s less sharp than the Catastrofiend’s blades. He winces, flinches back from you, more muscle spasm than actually fleeing but only because he caught the impulse and that feels like a blade, too. Slipped right between your ribs, deserved and welcome. 

You fire your jumpjets at the same time, he’s light in your hands, no real extra weight for the jumpjets, and you can’t afford to think about the fear-terror-anger that blares against your mind like a goddamned klaxon.

Blades catch the edge of your cape, slice through fabric like butter— too sharp, unnatural, Mortum doesn’t go in for cheap polyester— but you’re clear, for a few seconds. Balanced on a knife’s edge less literal than the Catastrofiend’s. 

Because as convenient as the jumpjets are for getting away, they’re not built to maintain altitude. A split second of free fall before Daniel — Herald he’s Herald remember that — catches the both of you. Hero reflexes, even now. Even with you. 

He doesn’t drop you. Arms flailing, briefly, to get a good grip, but gravity doesn’t yank you back. You’re torn between being-- so relieved that he didn’t drop you and so, so scared that he’s still trying to save you.

You still trying to save him was never even a question, to you. He’s got every reason to let you drop right back into those glinting blades, and you’ve never stopped caring for anything truly important in your life. At least you’re aware of how stupid your loyalty is, even if he deserves it. Even if he deserves so much fucking more than it.

No time for that now. You’ve got more immediate problems that need your full attention. 

“Going down,” he warns you, aloud, and you brace for the intensifying of the freefall drop, but it’s— measured, still, no stone’s fall to the ground here. 

There still no time for niceties, even if he wanted them, your face obscured by your helmet and his by his goggles, both of you persona and not person except Herald’s part of him in a different way than Anathema is a part of you. 

You refuse to let yourself hang onto him. He doesn’t let you go until you’re both on the ground. 

35. kissing their bruises and scars

There’s pressure to the side of your nose, warm, the sensation of something fuzzy brushing the space between your eyebrows. Open your eyes, find Ricardo on the exit, and you sigh, eyelids heavy but you want to see. 

“Didn’t mean to wake you,” he says, voice hushed, and Daniel’s shifting now too, bleary blinking sleep out of his eyes where he’s curled around your arm. It’s too early, you think, and a vague glance towards the alarm clock says-- yeah, too early. Early enough the resident morning person is just as asleep as you.

You catch Ricardo’s hand, bring it to your face, sleep-hazy press of it to your lips. You know where the scars there are, where his mods meet skin, as well as he knows where to find your scars in the dark. “You’re up early.”

“Things to do, people to see,” vague, annoyingly so, but you’re not awake enough to want to push right now. “Go back to sleep, Ars.” Daniel’s already taken the cue— or, not quite, but he’s shut his eyes again and is just listening. 

“Don’t get yourself hurt, idiot,” you say, but you can’t muster any of the bite you want in the tone. He laughs, steps closer again to kiss your lips and drops one to Daniel’s forehead, in convenient reach.

“No promises.” 

“Don’t end up in the hospital again,” Daniel, chiming in and on your side, even if he’s still groggy, too. 

“I’m just meeting a contact. She keeps weird hours, it’s fine, both of you.” Exasperated now, but fond. 

You start pulling yourself more awake, moving as if to untangle yourself from Daniel, “Do you want—“

“I want you to go back to sleep,” Ricardo says, laughing, pulling the blanket further around your shoulders and pressing another kiss to your cheek. Along the scar under your eye. “Ars, really. It’s fine. I’ll be back for breakfast.”

“You’d better be,” muttered, and he laughs. You’re sure you aren’t very— intimidating right now, sleep-mussed and disgruntled, but that’s alright. 

Ricardo doesn’t close the door all the way behind him, leaving a thin slice of hallway light falling into the room. Daniel tucks his cheek closer into your shoulder to block his eyes, and you settle back in. 

[emmalostinwonderland]

WIP Wednesday

Alright, I finally have a good section of this Stuckony Medieval Knights AU that's perfect for pulling a snippet from! This is part of my @fandomtrumpshate fill for @massivespacewren which I'm aiming to have fully posted to Ao3 by the end of November. Anyway, enjoy!

"I’ve missed your counsel, old friend.”

Obadiah flags down a passing servant to refill his goblet with mead. “It seemed to me you managed to bring the war to a close just fine without me, Tony.”

“Careful now, you almost sound bitter about it,” Tony says with a laugh. “This can only be good for us- for the kingdom!”

“Bitter? Not at all, not at all. Peacetime is always a good thing.”

“Certainly. The fewer men I can send to a battlefield to die every year, the better.”

“Of course, Tony. Now, I do wonder what you’re planning on doing going forward with…”

Tony tunes him out. He’s much too caught up in the swell of the music and the slight buzz from the mead to bother paying attention to politics and finances– and really, who could blame him? His gaze drifts over Obie’s shoulder and quickly lands on the most radiantly beautiful stranger he’s ever seen. 

The man’s handsome face is framed by soft locks of golden hair, and his eyes are bluer than a winter morning sky. Even from so far away, Tony can tell he towers over most of the guests. He’s looking around the room with furrowed brows, clearly searching for someone, and Tony can’t help but picture smoothing out the ridges with his fingertips. 

The stranger must catch sight of who he’s looking for because his expression brightens as he begins to cross to the other side of the room. Tony tracks his eyeline until he lands on another unfairly beautiful man standing by one of the many tables of food. He’s just as tall as the first stranger, though his hair is darker and falls in waves down to his shoulders. His eyes are also a stunning shade of blue, which Tony can see clearly… given that he’s looking right at him.

The first man steps up behind the other and puts an arm around his shoulders, speaking quietly to him. The brunet leans into the touch, unbothered by their public display, before replying quickly to his companion, and soon enough Tony has the unwavering attention of both men from across the banquet hall. The first studies him with curious interest, and the second openly looks him up and down. Tony grins back at them. Perhaps he should go introduce himself…

“Are you even listening? It’s important that you-“

Tony cuts his advisor off abruptly. “Obie, I refuse to discuss business at a banquet like this. You need to loosen up! Drink, dance, be merry. We can focus on the future when the future comes, no?”

FTH mods- I triple checked the FAQ to see if this was okay, but if posting snippets/teasers is against the rules and I somehow missed it, just let me know, and I'll take this down right away!

[athofear]

can you elaborate more on your rw ocs i dont think i've seen them before

boy howdy, can i! i’ve got a whole lot on them. and, you probably haven’t seem them because.. i don’t exactly post them anywhere? the only places i have shown them are toyhouse and.. amino, of all platforms.

i assume you mean my two slugcats in my recent post (that got quite popular, which i didn’t really expect from oc/canon shipping), who are the fragmented (circuit) and the bygone (gluppy). i happen to have two other slugcats and four other iterators to match, but since they haven’t really been posted, i won’t get into them.

and, i’ll try to be concise. i don’t want to talk your ear off with detail, but i happen to be a detail oriented person :)

lore up first!

the fragmented started off in a small (and actively dwindling) colony of slugcats living in the pipeyard region, which refused to leave for reasons unknown. it tended to wander from its colony a lot, and its level of curiosity was dangerous more than it wasn’t, especially when it came to scavengers. in juvenile years, it has a particularly nasty run-in with them, which ended with it being pierced through its left eye with an electric spear. this resulted its brain and nervous system being pretty badly damaged. it survives purely via luck.

it lives for a little longer, able to make it to darker areas (since bright ones are hard to navigate) which happens to be.. the inside of five pebbles. this is before rivulet in the timeline, in such a place where it’s cloudier than past times but five pebbles is still standing (when he collapses is al different story, covered by a different slugcat of mine…), meaning very many slugcats have come to him before, and he’s starting to appreciate the once in a blue moon company.

thus, he lets it stay. it survives solely on electricity from the recursive transform array coils, and tends to sleep there for the remainder of its life (as well as in five pebbles’s chamber, which he stopped minding the second time it happens. circuit is a quiet guest and generally only comes there to sleep. lights are dimmed and antigravity is lowered whenever it comes in. the den it took up sleeping in at the RTA is very small, and the passive glow it emits tends to bounce back at it, disrupting its sleep). said life ends, abruptly, when five pebbles sees that the solution of a bigger room isn’t helping it sleep at all. he kills it and throws it out his access shaft.

as for (theorized) gameplay (for a mod i will never create), it can craft flashbangs from rocks and charge (maybe create) electric spears based on a static electricity meter. the mechanics are complicated, but when the meter is full spears get a little extra damage/velocity boost, and it’s charged via movement. also, whenever it’s facing a flashbang’s area of effect, the flash of an electric spear hitting, or after a spear boost has happened, it falls to the ground immobilized for a few seconds. just as a nerf. it has no stealth bonus, a slightly slower walking speed than base, and faster movement speed when on poles. it’s forced to go through metropolis to reach endgame, as due to being close to collapse, karma gates have happened to lock shut erroneously.

i’ve planned out a lot of specifics, but literally nobody wants to hear about exact stat data and room differences. thats a me thing.

the bygone (gluppy) was engineered as both a theoretical and educational model for what non-GMO slugcats would have looked like before ancients came into the picture (ironic, considering it’s a GMO). there were no records of such creatures before they became what they were today, so that’s why it’s theoretical. like dinosaurs.

the bygone has been around for a VERY long time, and happens to be effectively immortal when it comes to aging. such is the magic. it had 3 or so sister models, but most parted ways after the ancients ascended. the bygone did some exploring, and managed to end up in the chamber of the iterator it took residence upon, spiels of lucidity (or SOL). sol fucking loves his slimy, weird cat. adores it completely. he would make food a hide it within his superstructure to simulate “foraging” for mental stimulation without it being in any danger (usually supervised by his inspectors).

but, being likely one of the oldest gen of iterators to exist, he was bound to collapse someday. and he did! but because that guy loves his cat more than anything in the world, he warned the bygone way ahead of time to evacuate and move as far away as possible to avoid getting hurt. and because sol is apparently the worlds most effective planner, he wrote the exact map of his surrounding area (and some other stuff) into a pearl so the bygone could take it along. not like the bygone could read that on its own, but it’s the thought that counts?

the bygone ends up very VERY lost. that’s what it’s campaign would be like, trying to find its way back when it’s never left the structure, and coming back at last to see SOL much like moon was in hunter’s campaign. it’s fine though. trust me. not much i planned for it gameplay-wise, but it’s probably real heavy and bad at picking stuff up. can’t carry spears, and real good at dropping things. i have, however, written down a bunch of biology related things about it instead! i’ve got two lorecats and two gamecats (both of which i planned to be in the same mod, the mod i will never create). it’s a perfect balance.

“i will try to be concise”, he says, before doing the opposite of that. thank you for asking, and i hope this isn’t too much in response. have a LOVELY day. :)

[paranormal-potatoes]

about

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21+

I block empty blogs. if you don’t have an icon or blog title or anything to indicate you’re a real person and not a bot, I’m going to block and report you. if you’re a real person, I’m sorry about that but I implore you to at least put “lurker” in your bio. something to say you’re real

call me Will, Eli or potato idc

he/they

queer masc nb

currently crying about Outer Wilds and Bloodborne

currently on a Devil May Cry kick

ask me about literally anything idc as long as you’re civil about it

feel free to babble in my inbox about something you love or are enjoying

I have a writing/art blog (its just moodboards tho)

some tags! (now with links!!)

if you want to look at cute things check out my cute tag (literally just #cute tag)

if you need a laugh look at #laugh tag or #for bad days

my own text posts are tagged with #potato talks, feel free to rb them as long as they aren’t tagged with #personal

DEFINITELY feel free to ask about my ocs

my various (unfinished or general musing) writings are tagged with #potato writes fic

stuff that’s just dialogue is #potato writes dialogue

finished stuff goes in the tag #potatoes finished fics

I also have a crafts tag #potato does crafts (and more specifically, if you want to see a cool glow in the dark dragon I’ve been embroidering for the last few years go to #the dragon)

if you’re on mobile, you can find all these tags in the search bar, I have them as my recommended tags

Various writing things under the cut (tags to be added later when i'm not falling asleep)

current OCs I am on my Bullshit™ about:

Lunu (Outer Wilds OC/the Protagonist) (my sweet child)

Teagan (Elden Ring/Bloodborne OC/main character) (my bastard™ child)

Astra (literal embodiment of the Void. end of everything. has a flock of immortals they protect)

Ekkehard Reiher (DS2 protag) (very gay) (adores his daughter)

WIPs/AUs I’d love to talk about:

old man hunter & his eldritch child — bloodborne au where Gehrman + Teagan get yeeted into the past bc Teagan refused to abandon him and in doing so, uses up a lot of power and turns into a child 🥰 they bite people 🥰 it’s a comedy of errors. everyone is convinced Teagan is Gehrman’s biological child. they are not

Teagan kills a bunch of gods — what it says on the tin. Teagan returns to Yharnam after the hunt to piece their memories together

Teagan in the Lands Between (or Teagan doesn’t realize becoming Elden Lord means they’ll be nobility again) — takes place after the previous fic. contains Teagan being awkward and relearning how to be a human or at least how to pretend to be human. also contains Teagan adopting/being adopted by old men. its a running joke at this point

Lunu, Hearthian, Troublemaker, Traveler — novelization of an Outer Wilds playthrough

unnamed romcom without the romance. there will be no romance — a Bloodborne AU that takes place earlier in the timeline of the general hunt. Teagan gets forcibly dragged back to Orilon and their mother tries to marry them off. Maria’s cousin goes “yeah sure I’ll get fake engaged to you :)” and they go from having attempted to kill each other to grudging friends. he makes heart eyes at his actual partner in the background a lot. i do not have anything actually written down for this but its fun and I’m enjoying it

Dragonborn — skyrim fic. Jeven, my Dragonborn, returns to Skyrim to figure out the deal with her weird dreams and gets more than she bargained for with dragons. feat. Sheogorath making comments in the back of her head, Jeven stealing cheesewheels and forks, Jeven adopting almost every child she comes across, avoiding going to High Hrothgar for months, mod quests + locations, Jeven being gay for Lydia, dragons who refuse to shut up in Jeven’s head

Dragonborn time travel — because of Reasons™ Jeven, Miraak and Alduin get thrown into the past to before Torygg’s death. Alduin is extremely upset about this as he is now a small mortal and helpless child because of Reasons™. Miraak is trying to seduce Jeven’s brother. she is very horrified by this

[voidless7]

here’s my little guy;

Risk-9 is an Exo Solar/Strand Warlock and an absolute fucking menace to everyone around them on purpose, they’ve got an ongoing fic i’m (slowly) writing documenting how they were risen on the shores of ancient destroyed Brazil, and before they could go to the Tower they were picked up by a group of Eliksni and adopted into their little House :)

Risk is an oc completely based on me and my stupid style of play, so they’re a chaotic little shit who dies a lot and gets into trouble very often. considering they’re practically immortal, they use that to do stupid shit without consequences such as touching the incredibly dangerous and volatile energy source, diving head first into an ogre hoping to kill it first, and riding on top of another guardian’s sparrow trying to shoot while not falling off.

tiny details;

Their Ghost is named Styx, and he’s an anxious mf who yells at Risk not to do things and then goes “i told you so”

Their favorite gun mod is vorpal weapon, since they found a seventh seraph revolver with it and painted it hot pink (and then added a bunch of jingly charms and stickers to the handle)

I chose the female model in game because it looks better imo but Risk has a transmasculine body with built-in scars on their chest that glow like their eyes and mouth :)

despite me personally being awful at crucible i made risk an absolute boss at it bcs i wanted to

they’re 5’2 (but never ask they will kill you)

They’re like a hunter in a warlock’s body (and if they ever meet Cayde he would be very upset they’re a warlock)

spoilers for the fic but;

after a long string of events culminating in them becoming an Eliksni Captain, and then taking the place of the Kell after she was killed, Risk-kell was approached by Ikora and refused to join the tower, so they settled for making peace negotiations between the guardians and their house, but some incredibly unfortunate timing meant they were away from their crashed ketch when a horde of hive (or taken i havent decided) overwhelmed their house and destroyed everything and everyone inside. With nowhere left to go they finally entered the tower and had a week long depression nap before another of my destiny oc’s, Meredith, smashed down their door and dragged them outside and introduced them to the crucible, and that’s how Risk became part of fireteam System.32

here’s some more images (i need to draw them and their fireteam more);

HEY D2 TUMBLR OC ENJOYERS!

Do you have a Destiny OC? I draw them all the time- I'm known for my Exo OCs! I want to see YOURS! Any race, species, be it casual "just a dude" or the 7th son of Oryx, I want to see them! Tell me about them!!! I want to draw them, I specialize in Exos but I REALLY want to learn more about the community on here. Be it big or small, please don't be shy!! I want to know sooo much. You can even submit a whooole block of text and only ingame screenshots if you're not the artistic type. Examples of my D2 OC art here:

[jupitermelichios]

So I’ve been playing a lot of skyrim lately, because it’s video game comfort food, and I decided it was time for my Redguard Dovahkiin to settle down. (Actually I specifically just wanted to be able to adopt some of the random orphans you meet because I felt guilty about them, but you need to be married before you can do that so that there’s someone at home to take care of the kids while you’re off galivanting).

So I travelled around a bit, chatting up likely looking npcs until I found one I both liked and didn’t feel guilty about marrying (I feel bad if I marry one of the warrior adventurer types, making them be a stay at home mum) and settled on an obnoxiously cheerful argonian called Shavee because her life was frankly shit, and I thought she’d probably be good with kids.

So off I go to Riften to the Temple of Mara to arrange the wedding. I book it in for the next day, realise I didn’t bring anything nice to wear, and spend the night before the wedding robbing every house in the city in the search for something to wear. Eventually decide everyone in Riften has terrible fashion sense and break down everything I stole into raw materials and use them to craft myself an outfit and some jewellery that i’m pretty happy with. I even carefully pick out my fanciest looking sword to wear.

(don’t know why I bothered, frankly, shavee turned up wearing a shirt covered in suspicious stains and weilding a pickaxe, it’s like she doesn’t even care about this marriage)

(also for comedy purposes, bear in mind I play with survival mods that mean my character needs to eat and sleep to live, and I literally spent the entire ingame night on this and forgot to eat and drink anything either and then just downed four bowls of wolf stew right before entering the temple so I didn’t starve during the ceremony. also I discovered during the wedding that I am dying of rockjoint, which I contracted from sleeping in a pile of hay on the floor of a skeever infested cave, so even being six foot tall and jacked can’t make up for the fact that I am exhausted, running a fever, and probably covered in wolf which I spilled because my joints are slowly atrophying, and even the fanciest clothes in the world aren’t going to cover that up)

so I enter the temple, and my finance is there, and Lydia my housecarl, and some random NPCs the game thinks are my friends because I did fetch quests for them

One of the random NPCs is Lisbet. Atfter I did her fetch quest, I then did another quest in which I discovered Lisbet is secretly a cannibal and part of a demonic cult that worships the daedric prince of decay by kidnapping priests, sacrificing them, and then eating their corpses. Raw. I think the raw meat is the sticking point for me here honestly.

I ultimately decided not to sacrifice the random priest to a daedric prince in exchange for one magic ring and all the raw human I could eat, because frankly, that doesn’t sound like much of a deal to me. I was expecting there to be some kind of dialogue choice where I could nope out at the last minute, but it turns out there isn’t one, so after they drugged the priest and tied him to the altar, I just got out my sword and started swinging.

I killed most of the cult (including the town butcher, because I had brought meat from him before and was extremely pissed off that he might have been secretly feeding me humans) but a couple of them got away, which I figured was fine because they weren’t trying to kill me.

Except it turns out, if any of them escape, then every time you see them in the future there’s a random chance that they’ll fly into a violent rage and try and murder you.

Lisbet is at my wedding. Lisbet decides that clearly me marrying this random argonian woman with two lines of dialogue is the happiest day of my life, and she cannot allow me that happiness, when I’ve taken so much from her.

So she tries to kill me. Only she can’t, because I’m stuck in a pre-rendered wedding animation, and also she’s sitting next to Lydia, my faithful retainer and owner of a really big axe.

It also turns out that Lisbet is essential, meaning she can be knocked unconcious but not actually killed because she’s needed for some quest or other. And the minute she wakes up from unconciousness, she tries to kill me again, so Lydia knocks her unconcious again, and I’m stuck, I can’t move, because I’m supposed to be in the wedding animation.

Except Shavee has, not unreasonably, see all this and decided that she doesn’t like me enough to risk getting murdered, and has done a runner, leaving me at the altar, but more importantly, leaving me trapped in a broken pre-rendered animation, so all I can do is stand there at the altar, staring at the space where my fiance was supposed to be, listening to the sounds of Lydia trying and failing to beat a cannibal to death behind me.

Okay, I think, clearly this wedding isn’t going to happen, I’m going to go for the registry office option and complete the wedding using the dev commands. I do this. The priest gives me a wedding ring, and I can finally move again. I chase after Shavee, who has an impressive turn of speed on her, and eventually catch up right by the city gates. I try to talk to her.

Apparently using the console has completed the wedding for me, but not for her, because she still only has the same 2 lines of dialogue she usually has.

Clearly this is working, I can’t leave my kids with someone who can only say 2 things and doesn’t even know she’s their mum, that’s irresponsible.

I try loading from inside the temple. I get the same problem.

Eventually I figure out that I need to use the dev controls to disable Lisbet’s entire existence in the universe.

Shavee and me get married. As the priest reads the vows, I stare at Shavee and wonder why she couldn’t even be bothered to put on a clean shirt. I wonder what kind of mother she’ll be.

Once the ceremony is over, and I’m happily married to the dirty green lizard of my dreams, and we’ve agreed that until I can make her recognise my extremely nice modded house exists I will share her single bed in the unheated flophouse in Windhelm she calls home, I re-enable Lisbet, because I’m worried I’ll forget if I leave it too long.

Fun fact about skyrim, it loads in quite a lot of npcs and objects by dropping them from the sky. I have no idea why this is the case, but it’s objectively the funniest way to load in objects.

I re-enable Lisbet. She falls from the sky, clips through the roof of the temple, and lands in the pew beside Lydia, stands up, draws a knife, and is immedately beaten unconcious.

I no longer care, because Shavee now has all the exciting new spouse-only romantic dialogue options like “Could you cook something for me” and “have you made any money lately”, and I know she’ll be a great mother.

I limp to the door of the temple, while around me the guests not involved in the Lydia-Lisbet murder cycle scream and duck for cover.

I open the door to the temple, immediately collapse and ragdoll down the steps, which is how I discover I am dying of rockjoint.

I limp to the orphanage down the street, adopt two kids, and then finally remember that I’m carrying garlic bread, which as we all know, cures all known illnesses.

When I emerge back into the street, full of the joys of motherhood and garlic bread, I find the town in disaray. Lydia is chasing Lisbet through the streets with an axe and a dragon is circling overhead, burning npcs to death. People are running for shelter, screaming, while the guards try to take down an entire dragon using only the worst bows and arrows in the game.

I decide that as a parent, I have to think of my own safety first and leave them to it.

I head out of the city, intent on returning home and figuring out why Shavee refuses to move in with me. A man hanging around the stables challenges me to a boxing match. For want of anything better to do, I agree.

Halfway through the fight he dodges at the wrong moment and I punch one of his horses in the head.

Two guards attack me while I desperately try to surrender. My kids will miss me, but I’m prepared to go to jail for my horse crimes, I’m an honest citizen. Also my horse crimes seem somewhat less important than the dragon.

The guards refuse to accept my surrender. I am stabbed to death. As I collapse in front of the indifferent horse, Lisbet exits the city, followed by Lydia. The last thing I see before I die is Lydia swinging her axe at Lisbet’s face.

[forbidding-souda]

nagito, hajime, and izuru with a shsl florist s/o

nagito komaeda, hajime hinata, and izuru kamukura with a shsl florist s/o

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here ya go! this one is pretty long, i got carried away writing for these three, they're just my absolute faves

i liked writing this, flowers and flower/color language are honestly one of my favorite things to look into! it's always really interesting and i would highly recommend looking into it as well

[ fun fact about color language: henry the eighth and anne boleyn wore yellow to catherine of aragon's funeral. it looks like a sign of respect to her, since yellow is the color that symbolizes grief and mourning in catherine's home country of spain, right? but, to most people now and back then in europe, yellow is considered a happy, bright color. so they were not-so-secretly dissing her, poor coa ]

- mod fuyuhiko

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🍀 – nagito adores your love for flowers. even outside of him admiring you for being an ultimate, he finds something oddly soothing seeing you take care of such delicate, beautiful things.

🍀 – when you first became close, even had you started dating, he would refuse to be in the same room while you were taking care of your flowers; he was wholly convinced that him even being near you while you were working would cause some great disaster to happen.

🍀 – "ah.. the invitation to watch you work is always appreciated, my hope! while someone as below you as myself shouldn't have the right to deny you, i wouldn't want my luck to inconvenience you."

🍀 – it took a lot of convincing on your part.

🍀 – "no, nagito, a flower pot won't suddenly fall on my head."

"no, nagito, a flower won't wilt and die as soon as you step into the room."

"no, nagito, a flower won't grow into a giant carnivorous plant because of you. that's scientifically impossible."

🍀 – when you did manage to get him into your flower nursery, he was entirely in awe from how colorful it was. all of the flowers, sprouts, and buds were thriving and healthy. suddenly, nagito was more upset by the fact that he refused you for so long.

🍀 – you'd often ask for his help, with small things that he deemed simple enough not to mess up. whether it be grabbing something from a high shelf so you didn't have to get a step ladder, grabbing the sprouts that were in plastic containers for you so that you could transfer them into flower pots, things like that.

🍀 – once, you offhandedly told nagito that both flowers and people benefitted from talking to the plants. some things about carbon dioxide, improving mental health; nagito doesn't remember the exact details. he did keep it in mind though.

🍀 – you'd asked him to water the flowers while you went to go get new fluorescent lamps. it didn't take you long to return back to your greenhouse with five lamps in your arms, pushing the door open with your hip.

when you did, you saw komaeda crouched down next to the table that the sunflower sprouts were on. from what you could see, he has a fond smile on his face as he watered them. one, two, three, four, five seconds for each sprout; just as you'd told him. it made you smile a bit as well, seeing him so serene.

"you're so lucky to be taken care of by such a wonderful person." he hummed to the baby sunflowers. nagito didn't even notice you standing there, cheeks flushing as you watched him gush to the sprouts fondly.

"i'd pray to all the stars in the sky that they'd care for me as tenderly as they do you." nagito said, "it would be an honor for such a kind, gentle ultimate to treat me in such a way."

"i could."

he jumped, clutching the handle of the watering can as he twisted to stare at you like a deer in headlights. the way his cheeks flushed red was adorable as he exclaimed your name in a sheepish tone. "disregard what you heard, someone as worthless as me doesn't deserve to speak about you in such a way! please forgive me!" he rambled with an apologetic bow. it only made you smile wider as you strolled to stand at the other side of the table, letting the door to your lab close.

"it's okay, nagito. i meant what i said, though." you hummed casually, placing the lamps on the table and bending down to get the extension cord. you didn't see him blinking at you, flustered. "e-excuse me?" he asked, confusion evident in his tone. it made you giggle as you stood with the extension cord in hand. "i'd be happy to take care of you the way i do the flowers." you told him honestly, glancing at his blushing face as you plugged the fluorescent lamps into the extension cord.

nagito went to speak but you piped up again, knowing what he was going to say, "you deserve it. i love you and i'd love to treat you with the care you deserve, angel. anytime."

it made him stutter and make incoherent noises as he tried to find something to reply with, to refuse you with, but ultimately he just sighed and let a smile grow on his face.

"thank you, my clover."

🍊 – hajime enjoys your passion for your talent. watching you settle down and focus on what you're doing is somewhat interesting to him. it often leads to quiet moments between the two of you where you work under hajime's fond, adoring gaze. if you notice him staring, no you didn't, he doesn't stare. that's weird, and hajime's not weird.

🍊 – very early on in your relationship, hajime thought that all things flowers would be the best gift for you, given your talent. he'd gotten you flower themed clothes, flower plushies, flower themed jewelry, anything he laid his eyes on that was flower themed or had a flower on it. if you don't like the gifts he'll lay off, of course, but if you don't tell him to stop or tell him you like them then you'll be showered with gifts constantly.

🍊 – something that he noticed early on was how you'd look through a thick book as you were preparing people's flower arrangements. when he'd asked, simply out of curiosity,  he learned that flowers had meanings. that was something that intrigued him, so hajime made you sit down with him and teach him as many flower meanings as he could remember.

🍊 – the book you taught him from, and even let him borrow, was one of your own making. each page with contents on it was laminated and written in your distinct penmanship, a pressed flower next to a description of what it meant when you wore it or gave it to someone. there were even little doodles of the different colored variants of the flowers, and what those different colors meant.

🍊 – hajime kept his own notes from your book, studying it like a textbook. he'd thought it was.. silly, to give you flowers as a gift. but he was told you would appreciate it nonetheless.

🍊 – then, there was a box. medium sided and biodegradable, left in front of the door to your greenhouse. you didn't order anything, nor did you request supplies from hope's peak. and.. there didn't seem to be a note with it, either.

you brought it inside regardless of your confusion, placing it down on your work desk. curiosity killed the cat, after all. you used a pair of garden scissors to slice the tape holding the box flaps together, putting the tool to the side as you lifted one flap and peered inside the box. the first thing you noticed were the flowers, underneath a piece of paper that looked like it was ripped from a notebook. you picked up the note first, recognizing hajime's handwriting immediately,

' hi y/n, happy six month anniversary!

natsumi pressured me into getting you something big like this. she's a very intense person, as i'm sure you know. not that i wouldn't have gotten you something nice if she didn't tell me to, but i got nervous that she would make good on her threats to castrate me.

and you're probably not thinking it, but i'll say it anyway: i know it's kind of stupid to give the ultimate florist a bouquet of flowers as an anniversary gift. i hope you enjoy the gift regardless.

don't read further until you open the gift box. '

you smiled as you placed the note on the table, picking up the small bouquet of flowers. three pink roses surrounded by pink carnations, wrapped in baby pink cotton fabric and tied together with a red ribbon. you had a feeling that he put some thought into the flowers, given that he'd taken your book and still hadn't given it back yet. it made you laugh a bit, thinking about hajime being bombarded by your class to give you something.

you softly placed the bouquet to the side, reaching inside the box to get a smaller one. it was similar to the box people place rings in, only a bit bigger and wider. the velvet was soft on the pads of your fingers as you pried it open, a soft gasp escaping you as you saw the beautiful jewelry that lay inside. a necklace, golden chain connecting to a small pink carnation charm. next to it was a golden bracelet that connected pink roses to each other.

the flowers on the jewelry were beautifully carved and colored, looking very high quality. part of you wondered how hajime was able to get these, but then you remembered that he's pretty wealthy, given that he's paying to be in the reserve course. before you could get lost in your thoughts, you remembered to grab the note again.

' assuming you opened the gift box before reading this ( if you didn't you ruined the surprise ), i hope you like the jewelry. natsumi helped me pick it out, it wasn't that expensive so i bought it with my own money. i love you, but i won't become indebted to the yakuza for an anniversary gift.

anyway, from your book and a lot of googling, i learned that pink carnations symbolize a few things. admiration, fascination, and gratitude, most prominently. those things perfectly describe how i feel about you, how i've felt about you even before we started dating.

i admire how focused and keen you are when it comes to taking care of your flowers, it's fascinating watching you work, and i'm forever thankful that you chose to date me out of anyone else at hope's peak. anyone else in the world, really.

the three roses obviously mean love. you know that, everyone knows that. i chose pink ones to match with the carnations, as well as the fact that they have a similar meaning. flower meaning based on their color is interesting, thank you for teaching it to me.

and thank you for the best six months of my life. you've made things so much more enjoyable and comfortable for me, and i hope i ( somehow ) improved your quality of life the way you have mine.

i appreciate you. i love you.

i don't want to write too much more, i'm running out of space and my pencil is getting dull. i hope you enjoyed the gift, find me when classes are over so that i can give you your book back.

happy anniversary!

( p.s, natsumi says that you better like the jewelry or else you're insulting her taste, which she will beat you up for. )

sincerely yours,

h. hinata '

🍎 – izuru was intrigued by you, for the simple fact that you managed to find solace in such a mundane task like taking care of flowers. flowers were hard to come by during the tragedy, any good things were hard to come by, but you still managed to keep and take care of such fragile life.

🍎 – he likes to think it was his ultimate luck that made him able to find you, such a simple person. you had much more patience than him, to be able to tend to plants in the same way and wait the same amount of time for them to grow every time, just to have them around. though you did use some to eat or use for medicinal purposes, most of them just sat in their pots or vases looking pretty.

🍎 – izuru inserted himself into your life, just to observe you like you were a guinea pig in a cage. why did you tend to the flowers, why that out of the many much more interesting things to do during the apocalypse? kill, steal, destroy, out of everything, why flowers?

🍎 – he didn't understand how it could just… be enough, for you. to watch life grow during such a terrible time, to keep something alive and nurture it while everyone else was focused on murder and destruction. it made sense to him, but it didn't at the same time.

🍎 – so, izuru decided to be a bit more hands-on with his observation of you. he'd stay with you and help you tend to the flowers, see what you found so much interest in. and after about a month of this, he was starting to see the appeal. not in the tending of the flowers, but with you.

🍎 – he didn't think he could experience emotions such as love, fondness, or care, but izuru was proven wrong when he spent time with you caring for the flowers. watching you water them, keep them alive, talk to them. sitting with him and letting him quiz you on flower meanings and care steps from your book, it was so.. domestic. the actions themselves were not at all particularly interesting, quite repetitive, but he was interested by the feelings they brought him.

🍎 – he'd suspected that the people who performed the surgery on him didn't do their job properly when he first noticed feelings of disgust instead of indifference before meeting you, but he didn't know they did things this inefficiently; to the point where he could say he was falling in love with you. albeit diluted, definitely not as intense as normal people, izuru could pinpoint all of the feelings you made him experience.

🍎 – you cared for him almost as kindly as you tended to the flowers. one of your favorite things to do was pick some, ones that had heartfelt meanings that almost made him flustered, to braid into his hair. it was pointless as they'd just wither and die, but it calmed you and was therapeutic for izuru, so he let you.

🍎 – the latest time, you'd braided red peonies into his hair. izuru knew you didn't take your flower choices lightly, and from memory he knew red peonies conveyed love and respect, among other things. it didn't surprise him that you chose those flowers to put in his hair, but it still made him feel nice.

you weren't awake, it was too late at night for you to be. izuru didn't sleep well, he was plagued with sleep problems and nightmares that annoyed him enough to keep him awake in an attempt to stave them off. to occupy himself this time, instead of simply watching you sleep or getting up to pace the house you two made your sanctuary, izuru sat on the edge of the bed and began taking out the braids you'd put in his hair.

it was a tedious process, given that he was moving slower than usual. izuru moved his fingers delicately to unweave the flowers from the braids, slightly smooshed but still alive, if not a bit wrinkled. he laid them on the bedside table as he took them out, simply shaking his head a bit to get used to his unbraided hair again. izuru never attempted to smooth his hair out again; that was something he left to you.

grabbing the flowers, izuru got up and spared a single glance at you before he strolled out of the room and into the kitchen.

he set the flowers on the counter, opening a drawer to grab a few things. a red ballpoint pen, scissors, tape, and the thin sheets of plastic he'd scavenged from an abandoned crafts store. returning his attention to the book, izuru flipped past the pages already filled to the first blank one.

grabbing the peonies off the counter, he ripped most of the stems off and placed the flower heads meticulously onto the book's page. then he cut one plastic sheet to the appropriate size, placing it over the flowers before closing the book on top of it. he pushed it with his hands until it was as flat as he could get it, proceeding to neatly tape the plastic sheet to the paper.

picking the pen up and clicking the point out, he began writing.

' red peonies - love, respect, honor, passion.

genus: paeonia.

family: paeoniaceae.

withering time: two hundred eighty-eight hours / one week and five days.

their flower choices are as predictable as always. however, they didn't do one large braid this time, opting to do smaller ones throughout my hair. it felt nice, the moment was peaceful.

i find that i have biases toward them that i cannot explain. they wear a necklace with a pink carnation on it as well as a bracelet with roses on it. seeing those simple pieces of jewelry on them makes me feel something warm in my chest.

at this point it is safe to say that they had a relationship with the previous occupant of this body, and that the scientists who performed my surgery didn't cut off all connections to past memories and emotions. expected of those without the proper talent to be able to do so properly.

despite the confusion this causes me, i never find myself particularly bored or annoyed by them or their actions, or the things they make me feel. most likely due to the existing bias, but i can say certainly that i am fond of them at this point in time.

i. kamukura '

[aziraphales-library]

Hi! Love your work so much ,so do you know any fics where Crowley wants aziraphale badly, even though aziraphale constantly rejects him ~thanks

Hello! Here are some fics in which Aziraphale rejects Crowley and Crowley pines...

The Golden Hour by Vecieminde (M)

“Crowley,” he starts, gently caressing the demon’s cheek with the tips of his fingers. Crowley freezes, flinches, due to the touch. Aziraphale is unfazed and continues, gradually approaching the man-shaped being.

“You deserve my apology. For not only denying your request but hurting your feelings much deeper. I refused to acknowledge what we are to each other. I rejected you.”

~~~

The disagreement in St. James's park weighs heavy on Aziraphale's mind. He needs to find Crowley before they drift too far apart. It is the golden hour and no proper gentleman would let the perfect stage for confession go to waste.

Hit Rewind: A Four-Letter Word And Its Variants Through The Ages by siephilde42 (T)

Crowley actually tries to declare his love several times through the ages, but because of the angel's reaction, he repeatedly ends up rewinding time to erase the love confessions.

OR:

Five times Crowley rewinds time to heal his broken heart, and one time he doesn't.

Liturgy of the Hours by Nadzieja (M)

Crowley is not a priest anymore, he has buried that part of his past long ago. Yet, fate brings him back to Tadfield where he'll have to confront a ghost from his past he hasn't seen in a very long time (but whose face might as well be carved onto his heart). ----- Melancholic, full of depressing autumn imagery, and a very long waiting fic. This is about rejection and loneliness that crawls under your skin, yet that only makes you cling to it even more.

Kintsugi by AmbassadorInara (M)

That bloody angel had rejected him over and over again, for thousands of years, and Crowley kept returning like the pathetic puppy he was, begging for scraps of affection he knew he didn’t deserve. Carrying a torch through years of hesitation and reticence, waiting, always waiting, wanting what he could never have. And yet with a few words, all those moments shifted into negative in his mind, the shadows of reluctance now outlining a brilliant daring. He had trouble believing it. Perhaps- perhaps, when that inscrutable angel had pulled away all those times, it wasn’t no, never, not with you but instead careful dear, any faster and I will Fall.

Crowley felt like he should say something. Yet he was caught in the empty static between quick-witted deflection and melting into tears, and forming coherent thoughts was impossible. He let the silence drag on one moment too many, and Aziraphale was gone.

the drape of marble by spickerzocker (G)

Crowley leaves Venice after the plague, determined to start over and make a new life for himself. After a few years in Florence, he meets someone who is not a stranger at all.

A lot of pining, some misunderstandings, two bits of handholding and more emotional horniness than you think.

Yours, When Ready by LollipopCop (E)

"Aziraphale, please, I’ve loved you for eons,” Crowley reached out and grasped his hand. Instantly, intense fear from Aziraphale’s essence shot through Crowley and he staggered back with a gasp.

Aziraphale was shaking his head roughly, stepping backwards, too. “Stop,” he said faintly, agony in his eyes. “I can’t give you what you want. I can’t do this, Crowley,” he lamented. His face hardened. “I won’t.” ~~~ After waiting for 6,000 years, panicked and feeling as if they've run out of time, Crowley confesses his love at the bandstand. Aziraphale rejects him anyway.

- Mod D

[secretagentspydetectiveninja]

okay here are some of these grand plans

apparently there's a heelys mod so i HAVE to download that immediately. that's the most important thing. literally everything else can wait.

yeet will be more of an adventurer than a farmer, i feel like it fits him more. unfortunately i happen to be terrible at the mines and skull caverns so this may go badly for him. oh well, that fits him too

he's still british in this, somehow. all the other people in town (except elliott who already talks ridiculously) think it's hilarious and cute whenever yeet says things like autumn and pub instead of "fall" and "saloon"

he will be befriending the wizard as soon as possible. and i know there's no way for this to happen in the game but my headcanon is that yeet will become the wizard's apprentice and learn all his arcane knowledge and one day inherit the wizard tower himself.

community centre run. look, the last file i played, i played an evil character who did the joja route and cheated on everyone and got yelled at for it and then started divorcing people left and right... i can't go through that again, it made me feel like the scum of the earth. yeet will instead be supporting the local community and will not be breaking any hearts. the only cursed thing he will do is put the mayor's shorts on display at the fair because i think it is very funny

it took me forever to decide who he should romance, since his usual type is "evil tsundere girl who would mug him in an alleyway at midnight" and there's no one like that. but he is bisexual so this time how about him getting a cute BOY instead, and preferably someone who ISN'T a mortal enemy for a change?

with that in mind i picked adorable sunshine boy sam, king of having adhd and silly hair, a "cinnamon roll" as the kids would have said like 10 years ago. yeet also plays the bagpipes so they can bond over weird music. and they're both like 20 so they don't have to get married either, i doubt either of them are ready. (and if sam married yeet his full name would be "samson dabson" and that's even worse than yeet dabson, good grief, i refuse to do that to the poor boy)

and anyway the best runs are ALWAYS KROBUS ROOMMATE RUNS, NO I AM NOT TAKING CRITICISM, KROBUS IS THE BEST CHARACTER

yeet also has to be besties with sebastian and abigail because like. young'uns with iconic hairstyles who are part of the Squad. (and maru too because i like her. god i also wish there was a way to get sebastian and maru on proper speaking terms... i'm just going to pretend yeet manages it somehow)

i didn't get very far last time so I'M STARTING AGAIN. YEET DABSON FARMER ERA

i have grand plans for my boy, he is going to be awesome and everyone will love him