#my first hamster villager!

[pippins-island]

Hamlet was the last villager of the year! So of course I invited him to move in!

[rjshope]

Just in case, i'm still here x)

[im-probably-playing-genshin]

KANDI SINGLETS IDEASS!!

masterlist? idrk :P

Character names

Oc names

CURSE WORDS YEAH!!

Song titles

"ur/yr/your mom"

"Loopy"

"Womp womp"

"Blah Blah Blah"

"Yapper/Yapping"

(abbreviations) Lol, Lmao, jk, afk, oml, etc

Text faces (XP, XD, X3, TWT, ETC)

"Ermmm"

"What the sigma"

"Space dust"

"Cosmos/cosmic"

"Froggie/froggy"

"Smokey"

"Dead"

"Zombie"

"Ghost"

Holidays (Halloween, Christmas, any other holidays)

Movie quote

"Ok boomer"

"Bbg/Babygirl"

"Bruh"

"Dude"

"Girlypop"

Brand names

"XOXO"

"Scene queen/king/royal"

Zodiac signs

Your @ online

"Sun" and "Moon"

"Star/stars"

"Nerd"

"Geek"

Animals

Your religion (ex: Christian, Pagan, Muslim, Etc)

Pride identities (genderfluid, trans, bi, etc)

"Bugs" (or any specific bug!!)

"Popcat"

Game names

Ship names

Colors

Greek Gods (or any other gods)

The name of your childhood plushie

"Princess/prince"

"Jester"

"Freaky"

Foods

"Y2K"

"Miku"

"Pumpkin"

"Bats"

"Sunflower"

"Elf"

"Art"

"Rabies"

"Goober"

"Silly Billy"

"Boykisser/Girlkisser/Theykisser"

"Dilligaf"

"Divorce"

"The Gay Agenda"

"___Core"

"Coquette"

"F U (person you dont like)"

Animal crossing villagers

"gyatt".

"You and me" & "Always Forever"

"Fall"

"August" (NOT THE ONE FROM YOUNG ROYALS)

"Spring"

"Infection"

"Infestation"

"Ratio"

"L Bozo"

"Zzzz" (like snoring)

"Pebbles"

"Bubbles"

"Rocks"

"Leaves"

"Eyes"

"Decora"

"Goth"

"Worm"

Types of fish

"Love"

"Hate"

"PLUR"

"Clown"

"2000s B1TCH"

"Rainbow"

"Flames"

"Plague"

"Sage"

"Fern"

App names

"LGBTQ"

"Mushroom"

"Hot Topic"

"Moth"

"Ladybug"

"Cricuit"

"Marker"

"Pen"

"Pencil"

"Saturn"

"Jupiter"

"Earth"

"Mother"

"Father"

"Neptune"

"Bees"

"Rhinestones"

"Crystals"

"Punk"

"Possum"

"Pinecone"

"Acorn"

"Cauldron"

Reptiles

"Adhd/autism/bpd/anxiety/any neurodivergency you have"

"Lover"

"Cutesy"

"Demure"

"Mindful"

"Peace"

"Gold"

"Silver"

"Bronze"

Sanrio characters

"Weezer"

"Buddy Holly"

"Pearl"

"Waffles"

"Pancakes"

"Sharpie"

Body Parts

"Nirvana"

"Regretavator"

"Rawr"

"Kitty"

"Bingo"

Pet names

The name of your first pet

The way your first hamster died

"Plague"

"Famine"

"War"

Various weapons

"Candy"

Chocolate brands

Candy brands

"Taste the rainbow"

"Animal cannibal"

"Furry/therian"

Your theriotype

"Alterhuman"

"Otherkin"

"Dessert"

"Ribbons"

"Balloons"

"Supercalafragileisticexpialadocious"

Various diseases

"Help"

Various crimes

"Robbery"

"Gambling/Gambler"

"Corny"

"Abomanation"

Different tracks from toh

Your pjo cabin

Harry potter house

"FUCK JKR"

Various weathers

"Rain"

"Ginger"

"Drywall"

"Bill Cipher"

"Piss Yellow"

Youtubers

Social media apps

Makeup brands

"Cartoons"

Kids cartoons

Your hobby

"Skateboard"

"FCK CAPITALISM/RACISM/HOMOPHOBIA/BIGOTRY/TRANSPHOIA"

"e dance"

"Invader Zim"

"Potions"

"Queer"

"My Melody" & "Kuromi"

"Duck"

"Bike"

"Raver"

"Cults"

"Griddy"

The 7 deadly sins

ADDING MORE SOON!!

[bloomingapricots]

The Cunning Cat and Lazy Fox

Updated here first at AO3

I wrote this at work and I’m hella tired so sorry if a bit of my unhingedness bleeds in this

Might change the chapter title later

Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 (Here) | Chapter 5

Chapter Four | The Hamster’s Polar Bear Meeting the Fox and Fighting the Cat

Your date with Shen Jiu went well. The banquet at the village chief’s home was delicious and everyone in Peony village was so kind and generous. Shen Jiu ate a lot on the insistence of the kind aunties and you were able to encourage him to dance with you. Currently, both of you are sitting at “Lover’s Lake” which is a short walk from the village chief’s house and it is a popular spot with couples as there is a tradition of couples releasing boat lanterns with their names written together onto the lake. And even though the lantern sunk once it reached the middle, it is said to be a good thing and not a bad thing as it means the lantern will stay at the bottom forever which means the couple’s love will remain forever.

“A very typical couple spot,” You commented after releasing a lantern with Shen Jiu on the lake and then sitting at a bench nearby.

“Agreed,” Shen Jiu replied.

“At least the boat lanterns are made of peony petals instead of paper and the candles are made from soybean so the land’s balance isn’t thrown off,” You added. “And it is interesting that as long as the boat lantern sinks in the middle, it is not a bad fortune for the couple,”

“And our boat just reached the middle,” Shenn Jiu stated.

“Yeah,” You replied. You and Shen Jiu watched intently as your boat lantern floated in the center of Lover’s Lake and slowly sank to the bottom. There was a brief ripple of light from the center of the lake. You and Shen Jiu remained quiet as the both of you stared at the lake as other couples’ boat lanterns arrived at the center, sunk, a rippled of light appeared, and repeated again and again. “I guess this is what makes Lover’s Lake different from the water couple’s spot,”

“... A-Duzhe,” Shen Jiu called out after a moment of silence.

“Yeah,” You replied.

“A-Duzhe must… better stay with Jiu-er or he will imprison you, A-Duzhe is after all responsible for Jiu-er,” Shen Jiu stated after grabbing your right hand.

“Ahahah alright, A-Duzhe will stay with Jiu-er till he no longer needs me,” You replied, locking your fingers together with Shen Jiu. The two of you sat at the lake till the banquet came to an end.

—

After returning to Cang Qiong Sect then Qing Jing Peak and giving your report to you Shizun. You gave him his herbs and a bag of white peony tea leaves as a souvenir from your trip with Shen Jiu.

“Has disciple Shen Jiu seduced you enough?” Your Shizun teased.

“Is that rumor still going around?” You huffed.

“Getting caught by disciple Liu Mingcheng and the gossip spread by disciple Qi Ziyuan and her martial siblings has done large damage to his reputation. Head Disciple A-Duzhe should have nipped it in the bud,” Your Shizun stated.

“This disciple understands his wrongdoing, this disciple will collaborate with Shen Jiu-shidi to strategize scheme to make that rumor disappear,” You bowed to your Shizun.

“This master is looking forward to it,” Your Shizun smiled. Tomorrow you will have to be more proactive in getting Shen Jiu the reputation, achievement, and skill to surpass you into becoming the head disciple of Qing Jing Peak.

—

What started out as a normal day. Waking up with Shen Jiu in bed with you, training your junior siblings, doing your errands for your Shizun, tense tea time with Yue Qi, and trying to hang out with Shang Huaisang. When you went to hang out with your hamster of a junior brother to talk strategy for fixing Shen Jiu’s reputation at a small house you had built just for your rendezvous with Shang Huaisang, his wet dream of a man happened to be there. It did not end well, in fact, you just fucked yourself to the demon world and your one-way home is ready to kill you. The future Mobei-jun is glaring at you as the two of you are cramped in a small cave hiding from his uncle. Just your luck, at least you know you will at least get something noteworthy at the end of this.

“For fuck sake, Xiao Bei, did you really think you would not be discovered when you visit my Shang-shidi?” You cursed in English before glaring at the chest in front of you. The cave was really small as you were pressed right up against Mobei-jun, you have started to call him Xiao Bei since he is not the northern desert king yet and to be a little menace, as well as the irony because of his demon heritage he was really tall. Your face is inches from his chest, no doubt Airplane-bro will whine when he hears this from you.

“Yours?” Xiao Bei questioned.

“Yes mine, Shang Huaisang is my Shidi and friend,” You tilt your head up with a challenging glare at Mobei-jun. “You better listen to my Shidi well, he is overworked as it is,” You felt his demonic qi swirl around you.

“And why should this prince listen to a lowly cultivator?” Xiao Bei questioned, you felt a claw hand at the back of your neck.

“This one is no lowly cultivator nor are they a righteous one either,” You replied, aiming your sheathed dagger at Xiao Bei’s family jewels. As you and Xiao Bei had a tense standoff, you both heard the sound of footsteps and looked over at the opening of the cave.

Appearing at the mouth of the cave was one of Linguang-Jun’s henchmen, you quickly unsheathed your dagger and launched it at the henchmen with far too much strength, the dagger sliced the henchmen’s head clean off. As you crawled out of the small cave, Xiao Bei following you, you carefully looked around for any more of Linguang-Jun’s henchmen. As you heard steps coming closer you ready your dagger but you were grabbed by the back of your uniform and dragged into a portal as you felt an arrow scratched your arm. Despite the scratch being small, you felt as if your whole arm was lit on fire and spread to the rest of your body. As you blackout from the pain, you feel cool hands on your back and under your knee.

—

As you awoke to a wail, you slowly opened your eyes. It’s really cold, you thought. As you sat up, the first thing you saw was Shang Huaisang sobbing and pacing.

“Shang-shidi?” You groaned.

“Duzhe-shixiong!” Shang Huaisang yelled and in the blink of an eye appeared by your bedside. “Shixiong! Are you okay? You no longer feel poisoned are you?” He asked.

“Ah…” You recalled an arrow grazing you as you presumably Xiao Bei pulled you with him through his portal and the feeling of being burned. You circulate your qi “No, I’m fine now,”

“Great,” Shang Huaisang sighed in relief then stared at you with dread “Now please calm down Shen-shixiong as he is in the Northern Deseret Palace, arguing with my prince and is very much about to fight him,” As you stare into your junior brother's eyes, a part of you did want to see what would happen but you can see how stress he is and you promised Shen Jiu that you would be there for him.

“Lead the way,” You sighed.

—

As you entered one of the gardens of the Northern Deseret Palace, you heard swords lashing.

“Oh no!” Yelled Shang Huaisang and he grabbed your wrist to hurry you along. In the middle of a destroyed patch of frosted willowing silver wisterias was Shen Jiu attacking Xiao Bei while Xiao Bei was just defending himself. You quickly notice that Shen Jiu now has a spiritual weapon.

“Ooo has Jiu-er gained Xiu Ya sword?” You questioned.

“YES! After accidentally entering the demon world with my prince and then getting poisoned, you were in a coma for…”

“Ah,” You can guess the sequence of events that happened while you were recovering. “I assumed I was in a coma for a concerning amount of time and you had to go to Jiu-er to help me?”

“Yeah, you were in a coma for almost three weeks. After a week of your poisoning and I as well as my prince having no idea what kind of poison it was, I went to Shen-shixiong. He was not happy, at all, but since it came to you, he agreed to cover for us and figure out the antidote.” Shang Huaisang paused for a moment and spoke more softly. “However, after giving you the antidote and still not waking after a week. I accidentally stumbled upon Shen-shixiong during a private emotional moment as he was screaming and sobbing for you to wake up as well as other things,” He sighed. “I was, of course, caught and somehow was able to comfort him, and he isn’t angry at me anymore but since you are awake now, please calm him down before he rips off my prince’s head,”

“Alright, I’ll go save you dream man,” After digesting Shang Huasiang’s info dump, you agreed to stop the one-sided battle.

—

Thinking back to this time, you were glad to be poisoned as it was the start of Shang Qinghua and Shen Qingqiu getting closer and later sworn brothers, as well as Shen Qingqiu being comfortable in his role as a senior brother. You were pretty sure Shen Qingqiu was friends with Mobei-Jun by now, even if neither wanted to admit it, as Mobei-Jun would spend time with Shen Qingqiu when neither you nor Shang Qinghua was available. Or it could just be Shen Qingqiu threatening Mobei-Jun to come to learn politics and strategy so that Mobei-Jun won’t rely heavily on Shang Qinghua and overwork your already overworked junior brother.

[lizardsfromspace]

Ben Chatham was too niche to ever become known outside one forum but it's the My Immortal of Doctor Who. It was a series starring the writer's self-insert companion, Ben Chatham, and I guess it started with his fanfic version of series 2 (not sure if it's still online anywhere, but there's a summary), where Jackie dies of cancer bc the author thought chavs shouldn't be allowed on Doctor Who & the Doctor murders a hamster. His stories are full of random grim moments, and no one is ever heroic, since everyone just dies until UNIT can save the day. Ben Chatham is gay and a military-loving Tory. He reintroduced Adam and Jack over the course of the season bc he didn't like writing women doing or saying things and bc he felt Rose was too lower class to be allowed on television

I think I first learned about him when he posted his pitch for Matt Smith's first story:

"Martha Jones is walking down the cobbled street of the Cornish village of Little Bampton towards the local Inn, pondering why UNIT had sent her to investigate the strange sightings nearby and disappearances. Since entering into full time investigative work for UNIT in the UK following the events of Journey’s End she had never been so bored by a case. Nothing has happened in the three weeks that she had been in the village and she found the locals distasteful and she suspected some of the older ones were rather prejudiced.

Suddenly there is a familiar sound and she sees the TARDIS materialise in front of her. She grins excitedly as the door is flung open: “DOCTOR……….OH” she shouts as instead of the Doctor, a slip youth with floppy hair emerges, dressed in jeans and a casual jacket. “Who are you? Wheres the Doctor” she exclaims. “Hey babe, I’m like the Doctor. I’ve regenerated like. Wow its great to see you again. Wicked!”Martha is perturbed:

“But you’re so….. So much younger.” “Yay its great to be a kid again. I’m like so gonna get a myspace page. You look great in that jacket babe, I’ve like SO got the hots for you. Hows about we get up close and personal on the TARDIS double bed.” The Doctor coyly lets his floppy hair descend over his eyes."

There's a lot going on here, but my fave parts are picturing Matt Smith saying "Hey babe, I'm like the Doctor" and the fact that Martha internally refers to the events of Journey's End as the events of Journey's End. I've accepted ever since that Martha Jones can sense episode titles; she was just out there living her life until she suddenly sees a vortex and the words "THE STOLEN EARTH" floating in the air and groans at having to do this again

Also, in the Chatham canon, Martha hates going on adventures and loves to whine and do nothing. Just like everyone else. Meanwhile the Eleventh Doctor is a horny freak who wants to fuck and post to MySpace. Both of them despise poor people

This story also features the Russian mob whose leader, named Ivan, has henchmen named Ivan, bc he could only think of one Russian name.

Was the writer of this serious or a troll? We will never know. Certainly he was surrounded by trolls. He got an entire subforum quarantining promoting his stories, and there were fanfics of his fanfic, made by trolls whose sincerity was also, for many years, in doubt (they were trolls)

What we do know is that the writer repeatedly insisted it was canon, and wrote a letter to Doctor Who Magazine demanding more coverage of his OC. They sent him a lengthier letter he posted on forum but in the magazine all they said was

"Er…who?"

Which just about sums it up

[ahotpileofs-it]

I have a shit ton of ideas for tanaka cause hes my favorite hamster in funger

Tbh these ideas kinda give him the plot armour funger never gave for our shonen anime protagonist so if you don't like that, feel free to scroll past

What would Tanaka be like as a playable character?

Here are my ideas:

Since he is a latent soul, he can get the skill trees of others without killing them (of course it will take longer to obtain them rather than killing them, though).

This mechanic will basically be asking others to teach you how to do their stuff TM

So because of this there will be a 'friendship' system for Tanaka. (Canonically, Tanaka won't see this as friendship, tough guy since four and all,... but my fanon heart says that yes he will. I will force Tanaka to be emotionally vulnerable for my fanon heart, and I say this as a threat.)

Some characters are more unwilling to share their skills with Tanaka, depends on persuasion and first impressions (based on what dialogue you choose and how good you are at observe).

I think a special case would be Daän as I theorize that Tanaka asking for his knowledge and skills would remind his relationship of himself and Eihner Von Dutch... probably if you play as Tanaka on a run he would be the first person willing to bring him under his wing, so to speak.

You can probably gain multiple skills from others at once, but for characters that we know do not like each other, if they do realize that Tanaka is also mentored by the guy they don't like, they'll stop teaching him and his persuasion won't work as well on them. Also 'friendship' decreases with them. Sometimes both characters pull out which would be a great loss. (Like anyone with pav, karin with the magicians and daan, if you attempt to learn from caligura in front of any contestant, etc.)

Really big point here: we know that Tanaka is unprepared for the Termina festival, thus being the weakest contestants in the beginning. You'll have the most opportunities for death playing as his character, especially so on harder modes, and that can easily end your run.

Also why Tanaka is the hardest character to play as, because you need to stay alive (which WILL be hard, as both mind, body, and hp are significantly lower. Remember, unprepared hamster not ready for the fears of the jungle) for long enough to be able to start learning from others (would think that this studying starts at day 2, or day 1, which if I remember are the days with the most amount of events that Tanaka could die).

I would like to think that him learning from Marcoh would always be canon, even in any multiverse. He really needs the hp boost.

As you learn more and more, these can be things that naturally give Tanaka increase in body, mind, hp, and any other stats. You can still get these stats from items though.

Because Tanaka never experienced something like termina before, his mind stat is irreversibly capped less higher than other contestants. I think that could be a great way for the game to signify that Tanaka is really traumatized by these events. And also went a bit mad for his late meeting lol.

I really think we should bring back "handsome rugged looks" skill for Tanaka. It would be really funny if he were to be the only contestant that could seduce. Will also increase affinity with Sylvian.

With this "rugged handsome looks" skill your persuasion would be improved, and you can make certain enemies skip their turn using that.

Dialogue would probably be like "... is shocked at your vulgar display." I think the moonscorched villagers were raised in pseudo-christianity where they probably said sex isn't ok and the only exception is for Sylvian cultist/sacrifices for sylvian... and I believe in my heart that this skill is obviously not for that god. (a/n: considering that funger has shown rape, I don't think that this would be realistic... probably still effective, but not THAT effective).

Would think that enemies like the Sylvian trooper would either be unfazed or say some flirty stuff idk (skill won't work)

Also! I really like the extra coin toss skill that other folks think would happen with non npc! Tanaka. Really neat.

Speaking of persuasion, Tanaka would have more effective persuauion than other because he is a salaryman. It's basically his job.

On the 'friendship' system, based on different friendship stats you will get different b endings as what your skills are are directly affected by who teaches you. I would also like to think that once Tanaka's latent soul 'awakens', he won't be willing to go back to his old job with new skills he isn't going to use. (a/n: this is where the op part kicks in. Realistically, his b ending would just be the same: only how fast you defeat Termina and if you did succeed would be affected. Still, I like dreaming for my favourite boy to be happy for once. And leave his family cause they really were not good to him, even though they are miles better than other families, they still suck).

When one of the contestants that teaches him moonscorches, if you encounter them he won't fight them, no matter what you do. He will never fight the person that helped him from the ground up. He can never bite the hand that feeds, even if the hand tries to choke him. And that is written in his stubbon nature. (a/n : he was raised to NEVER reky on others, and even if learning from others DO go against this pesson, it will become his character arc to depend on someone else to be stronger. However, I do think canon!Tanaka does still have some self-preservation, and in this case canon Tanaka would probably prioritize his life over morals like this. But my fanon heart is a sobbing girl that likes to think that it's favourite characters would rather kill themselves than kill their friends, and honestly it needs more angst to feed from).

And this part is REALLY, REALLY plot-armoury and really not canon, but in my heart, and even my head, they both agree that Tanaka's b-ending (in my ideas) wouod be the most canon b-ending, as other contestants 'live on' through Tanaka. He carries their memories, and skills, and he uses them to fight Per'kele.

Note: I still like the idea that the logic god ending is canon and what would happen in the 3rd installment, though.

This is the end to my ramblings, sorry for any grammar mistakes, spelling mistakes, etc. English is not my first language. Tahnks for reading this far, to this long-ass tumblr post. I wonder if I can make this into a scarf.

[hyukassubi]

🍪 03 | Parting Ways and Painting Ceilings

♡𓂃 Pairing -> (Former) Knight! Huening Kai x Seamstress! Reader

♡𓂃 Synopsis -> Growing up, you never believed in purpose, nor destiny. Simply following the path of life, becoming a royal seamstress didn't at all seem like a bad idea. Only thing is, it wasn't your idea.

Your best friend who just so happens to be the crowned prince knows what it's like to grow up having limited choices, and Prince Kang Taehyun doesn't want the same happening to you. The commander knight, in turn, has other plans for the future. After Huening Kai closes a profound chapter of his life, he seeks refuge from the chaos of his past, opting for a cozier lifestyle instead.

... And it just so seems that those plans wouldn't be fulfilled without you.

♡𓂃 Wc -> 634

Kindergarten was a small thing.

It was only by time Taehyun would have to attend elite schools with all the other princes and… not get to spend every morning eating cheese strings and chocolate buns with you. Or flexing his monkey bar skills you respectfully couldn’t care less about. Or rob the class pet hamster in his pocket because it’s cuteness is to die for only to be caught by the homeroom teachers for the fifth time that month and proceeds to get a timeout but then you smash the chair into a window so that you’ll also get punished with a timeout so now the both of you are in this together and start snacking on even more treats you’ve hidden in your overalls for the next nineteen minutes.

Taehyun looked out the window of his carriage as the pegasi descend from the sky… oh how all the clouds started to look like your signature chocolate chip cookies.

And then the carriage wheels hit the ground.

And then in front of the young prince was a couple bowing on their knees and a chubby little girl with frosting stained lips and a woven basket of treats.

“Hello, Taehyun.”

Taehyun hopped out of his seat and waved through the opened window with a toothy grin and a rumbling stomach.

Perhaps it couldn’t possibly sink into his six year old brain now, but he could feel it in his bones that the girl who smells of cookies and flowers will stick around with him for a very long time, regardless of them enrolling in the same school or not.

Taehyun knew exactly what to do when the both of you arrived back to the castle, in his bedroom.

Perched on ladders, inches away from the ceiling, at least four guards down below the both of you ready to catch the toddlers if they take the wrong step off the ladders, you and Taehyun were mustering up a cool summer sky.

Taehyun was in the middle of painting his first cloud when he asked, “What do you want to be when you grow up?”

You dabbed more blue paint onto the ceiling. “A princess, but that won’t happen.”

“Why?”

“Because my parents aren’t like yours. They make bread and sell flowers and love each other a lot and I think I love them too just the way they are.”

“So… you want to become a cookie seller too?”

You shrugged. “I dunno.”

Taehyun continued with his cloud, rounding up the edges. “My mom says not all princes have to be king, but I want to be king anyways.”

“Why?”

“So I can be rich and ride horses and everyone will bow when they see me because that’s how great I am.” A small pause loomed for a while before Taehyun continued more somberly, “But… selling bread and flowers and stuff sounds nice, too.” Taehyun shook off the feeling. “But I like being powerful and rich even better.”

You finished coating the corners of the ceiling with blue paint, not knowing at all what you want for the future because you’re six years old and six year old village girls like you only care about playing with your friends and loving your mom and dad and hoping the sun won’t set because that’s curfew hours and you won’t get to see Taehyun until tomorrow which feels like forever.

“Y/n, look!”

You turned your head around, resting your squishy arms over the ladder.

In the middle of the ceiling laid a huge white circle.

“Is that the Sun?” You asked with genuine curiosity, “The Sun is supposed to be yellow.“ You say matter-of-factly, eerily similar to the way Taehyun states certain things sometimes…

Taehyun placed his hands on his hips and smiled with pride.

“It’s a cookie.”

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♡𓂃A/n: To compensate for this short chapter, I shall give away a minor spoiler *harrumphs and an orchestra suddenly appears* 🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁 HYUKA WILL APPEAR IN THE NEXT CHAPTER LESGOOOOO 🗣️💥‼️HYUKA FINALLY APPEARING IN HIS OWN FANFIC WOOHOO 🙌🙌🙌

♡𓂃Tags: @sweetheartsaku @imcringebutimfree @i-like-to-read-at-4am @pengningie @marloree @stormy1408 @blossommi

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[zexapher]

Apple is Unhinged!

Been playing a little Animal Crossing lately, building new ramps and bridges mostly, haven’t developed my island too much. But then I get the event where Gulliver washes up on shore. I think no biggie, I’ll go around and talk to some of my villagers first. But lo and behold this new side to Apple that she reveals when she talks about him!

I can’t believe Apple, this cute little hamster gal tried waking up Gulliver by hitting him with a stick! I love imagining that scene.

And she tried to get me to hit him, too! “Gently,” but does she really mean that, after asking me while I was holding another big stick?!

Turns out she’s a real mischievous little gremlin.

[pinkcandycatmakesart]

My Animal Crossing New Horizons Villager OCs.

🦄🐱🌈 Clarice (Peppy cat villager. She is a cat with a unicorn horn.

🐿️🌠✨ Cosmo (Normal squirrel villager) She is my first Animal Crossing Villager OC.

🐰🐇💛 Gideon (Jock rabbit villager) His face design reminds me of Wander from Wander Over Yonder.

🦆🐊💚 Swampy (Lazy duck villager) His birthday was after the release of the first Where's My Water game. His name is also named after the character from Where's My Water who is an alligator.

🐘🎭🎶 Nelson (Smug elephant villager) Named after the baritone singer Nelson Eddy. His birthday was after the release of one of the classic Disney Animation films, Make Mine Music. His Japanese name could be ウィリー (Pronounced as: U~irī) which means “Willie��� named after an opera singing whale. His name is also named after Nelson from a preschool show called 64 Zoo Lane.

🐹👻🩶 Mildred (Sisterly hamster villager) There are no sisterly hamster villagers in the game series so I had to make one.

🐙🦪💖 Odette (Snooty octopus villager) Named after a character from the ballet play called “Swan Lake”.

🐻🖤😡 Bartok (Cranky bear villager) Named after a movie character from the animated movie Anastasia. Also named after a piano composer named Béla Bartók.

[the-martyrfication-of-the-matron]

Okay, finished rebirth episode 2, not as bad as episode 1 to me (I haven’t even finished talking about my episode 1 thoughts so… mmm…)

To summarise some of my notes:

Aphmau is autistic to me.

Rebirth garroth is a virgin (blushes when holding hands). Og garroth is a Chad (literally gave his lord a ring after basically deciding to be the father of her son)

I think Garroth shouldn’t have seen her do magic and only have seen the results of the magic. He should’ve walked over after she’d done her whole light show, and then we can recycle an OG line, which is iconic, with a bit of readjustment; the farm looks nicer… did you do this? And then have aph stare at him with her big babydoll eyes and scamper off without saying a word. That’s a true MCD remake.

Like genuinely if they wanted to keep the spirit of MCD, that small change would make me literally dickride this series SO HARD

Aph being dumb is because Jesson thinks we as the viewers are dumb and need to be spoonfed lore, and so aph is dumb and has to be spoonfed lore. Instead of just… giving it to us naturally.

Most og-accurate choice was Garroth trying to pressure aph into doing more magic. He’s canonically very… press-y about her doing labour for Phoenix drop.

Garroth needs to stop sending people into dangerous situations ahead of himself, especially children. He’s the head guard. Act like it.

Vylad would be sneakier than that.

Even tho OG jokes that Dale and Molly are arranged married, Rebirth makes a bit of a point that Molly ‘chose’ him. I can kinda understand why, but I think their marriage being arranged wouldn’t have been a particularly bad thing to leave in.

I wasn’t paying attention during any of the Brenmau interactions because I’m trash. But I do love the dynamic they’re given, and I think they’re being set up better than Aphmau and her other friendships so far. She spent the episode helping him willingly, and he paid her back in turn by being honest with her, and also giving her praise when she deserved it.

Brendan is the first to call Aph lord. I’m conflicted about this, but leaning towards hatred. It undermines her entire dynamic with Zenix in the original, and I understand they’re leaning for a more MyS-accurate Zenix in Rebirth, but I hate that it’s at the cost of what made him so interesting to me originally. His dynamic with Aphmau is frankly one of the more interesting friendships in early MCD and to see it erased when it was such an integral plot point is… not my favourite thing.

Kiki is brought in earlier, she comes into town because of the misery brought on by the lord’s death, and not Garroth’s shooting.

Aphmau weird girls her way to success.

Zenix is actually reasonable about the hamsters and I think one thing Rebirth does get right is that he is occasionally very reasonable. They are damaging crops and thus putting the livelihoods of Phoenix drop villagers at a risk. He is right to be irritated that Kiki has brought them to the village.

Kiki can only talk to Hamsters, but in OG, she can talk to more animals… like chickens, which is important for the Cadenza plot.

There’s a Zenix line I hate because it contributes to a particular trait they seem to be giving him in rebirth… but that’ll be its own post.

Garroth casually outs Aph as a magic user even though… I’m p sure they’re canonically murdered… so… what the fuck dude

Aph sneezing is cute.

[thebuttonbreaker]

I found out that some Animal Crossing villagers have short blurbs about their personalities and I've been going through ones I think would be interesting.

I looked at my own villagers first obviously and they all said pretty much what I expected. In fact, for my New Leaf villagers, my perceptions of the villagers lined up perfectly with what it said on the cards - Olivia is candid but doesn't like to be overly affectionate, Grizzly is gruff but has a heart of gold, Teddy wants everyone to be healthy. But then I started clicking on random villagers and

Ah, yes. The hamster who is constantly in a dissociative state.......? Help him????

Hey What The Hell Dude

[giulolosblackmail]

pleabse consider, my new favorite brotp feat. socially stunted goth mage and his keeper, a 4 ft nothing dyslexic (starr and motiti)

i just think she would break into his house to steal his food and pass out in his bed and he would do nothing to stop it, their dynamic is the world's worst 20 year old and her soggy human pet, he's like a hamster to her

also consider:

motiti has never been the cool one before and she revels in her newfound superiority

starr isn't people smart enough to realize when motiti's fucking with him

motiti has figured out that if she cries starr will cave like a wet paper towel and abuses this fact daily

she likes to climb him like he's a tree and dig her sharp little claws into his arms and head

they have similar moral compasses, which is to say motiti would tell him to kill somebody and starr would do it

motiti is legitimately the first friend starr's ever made, he used to live in the middle of the woods with just his family of extremely under socialized mage cryptids and the five or so surrounding villagers that are terrified of them

starr keeps layering on protection magic every time something happens to motiti, eventually it gets to the point that you can throw a rock at her and it explodes before getting closer than 10 feet

starr's standards are so far below rock bottom that he gets impressed when she tells the waiter they got starr's order wrong for him

starr is so happy he's so good at friendship, his boss tried to intervene once because he thought starr was getting bullied by orens (he is) and starr got so offended that he threatened to quit

brala keeps trying to introduce him to more humans so he'll make human friends and learn things like "boundaries", it's not going well

[lenalvthor]

tethered playlist breakdown - ch 2: all too well

this chapter’s music centres mainly around Imogen and Ashton! because i didn’t say anything about Ashton’s musical backstory in the ch 1 breakdown, let’s start with them 🎸🤘🏼: 

Ashton

like Laudna, Ashton had a musical career as a teenager with his band The Nobodies (vibe: 2000s/2010s pop punk/punk rock, see - Five Minutes to Midnight by BOYS LIKE GIRLS or Check Yes Juliet (Run Baby Run) by We The Kings). also similar to Laudna, Ashton found themselves chewed up and spat back out by the industry they’d found a home in and were burned badly when the hamster wheel of international tours and year-after-year back-to-back albums slowed down for the first time (aka 1D vibes of burn out, band break-up + hiatuses). 

their first foray into making music again was through a single, Floating in the Night (by Judah & the Lion) which they had originally written as a more pop punk song, but Bertrand directed them towards The Crown Keepers who Ashton collaborated with to rewrite it into more of a indie/folk rock song, and who ended up featuring when the single was released. Ashton signed with Eshteross Records soon afterwards and started rebranding as a solo artist making more folk rock style music as the years passed (again, taking suggestions for what songs could be the right vibe for an album during this period). 

post 2-year-Bell’s Hells-separation-period, Ashton’s music has mellowed from the thing that’s remained so distinctive about him - the angry rock elements - which is why he is so nervous about his new music. that tone lingers a little in the lyrics and sometimes the instrumentation, but it’s not as consistent, so in the fic’s present-day, Ashton’s vibe most closely resembles Noah Kahan. 

the album Ashton’s been working on over these 2 years, and that he shows Bell’s Hells in this chapter, is:

how it is / how it was / how it has to be 

the view between villages

homesick 

growing sideways

no complaints

stick season

paul revere

call your mom

halloween 

dial drunk

new perspective

orange juice

you’re gonna go far

all my love

now listen to these songs through a different lens for me, will ya? — 

in this au, Ashton’s first real home was music; it was the industry, it was the fans, it was The Nobodies, it was discovering a queer world beyond the place they grew up. but at the same time, just like what happened with Laudna, that same home started to dig its claws in and try to tear Ashton apart without them realising. the industry, the expectations, the lifestyle, the spotlight … it became something so dangerously toxic, threatening to swallow him whole. it was the reason Ashton developed chronic pain, the industry pressure was the reason The Nobodies didn't stay together, it was the reason Ashton became angry and cynical and bitter jaded. so there was an unexpected, devastating relief when The Nobodies broke up and Ashton had an excuse to step away. even though it was his home, it was where he found himself, where he first found the thing in the world he loved to do most, where he found his first real people. 

so one of the reasons Ashton stayed away from music for as long as they did afterwards - older than many of the other Hells, just a little, having started in the industry before they did and waiting longer than Laudna between the teenage career ending and the adult career starting - was because they couldn’t figure out what to do with the conflict of the ‘place’ (the world / the lifestyle / the people / the culture) that made him also being the thing that caused him so much pain. 

how it is / how it was / how it has to be is, in some ways, Ashton’s life and career mapped in its trajectory. from meeting FCG first and toeing the line of being tied to that world, taking the long drive back (the view between villages, homesick) and being reluctantly pulled back into making music (growing sideways, no complaints), eventually signing to Eshteross Records and telling stories again (stick season, paul revere) and everything that’s happened with the Hells plot-wise (some things you know, some things you don’t, i.e. rest of the tracklist) until now (all my love).  

now, the song Laudna and Imogen mention that Laudna collaborated with Ashton on is, probably predictably: Call Your Mom ft Lizzy McAlpine. (Ashton writes it after Laudna gets back from her world tour to all the other Hells gone - Imogen especially - and Laudna and Dusk break up, and Laudna is just not doing well. Ashton first releases the original, and later that same month, a version with Laudna on it too.) also, as already mentioned in ch 2, the song Ashton wrote for + shows Imogen is you’re gonna go far because of course it is. 

Imogen

here it is, here it is, the heart of the fic, its namesake (almost all Taylor Swift songs (different albums tho!) and if you aren’t heels dug in the dirt with only listening to rerecordings, OG versions sound the most like Imogen to me) — 

tethered

breathe 

come back…be here

the story of us 

haunted 

all too well

wouldn’t come back [by Trousdale]

enchanted 

long live 

now buckle up buttercups, we’re looking at these songs through a whole new light. forget romance (mostly),  we’re doing family trauma: 

(okay, admittedly, there is romance woven into all of this because it can’t not be. but that’s not at the heart of this album, is what’s important to note.)

breathe is about Laudna, of course - about their rela—friendship falling apart after their fight two years ago, and as Laudna started dating Dusk before Imogen left. But it’s also about how Imogen saw the crumbling of Liliana and Relvin’s relationship from a young, co-dependent, whirlwind marriage to something neither of them were sure how to hold onto. 

come back…be here again, of course, is a little bit about Laudna (love how I said forget romance and here we are) — about her leaving to go on tour and follow the success of a career that’s finally controlled by her and not Delilah, about Imogen’s feelings of being left behind. but it’s also about Relvin and Imogen, being left behind by Liliana, about the faint memory Imogen has of watching her father pine for her mother as Liliana was off touring and making something of herself, Imogen and Relvin each longing for her to come back to them in Gelvaan one day but not knowing how to articulate that to each other and connect over it. 

the story of us is Relvin and Liliana once their relationship had ended and Liliana still came to see Imogen, and things were tense and uncomfortable and Imogen could tell that a chapter in her life had come to a close in front of her eyes (both for her parents and for her relationship with her mother, knowing it’ll never be the same because Liliana won’t want to come back in the same way.) 

haunted. look. I had many ‘oh my fucking god’ moments about this song. It’s my favourite Taylor song and I’ve used it for many an au, and l i s t e n. I know that for its symbolism and its imagery, could and should be about Laudna. but it’s not — this is about Liliana and Imogen. because the electric guitar and the tension and the building, growing crescendos of the whole song, the sharpness of the violins and the fury of the electric guitars all just fucking sounds to me like a storm. It’s about Imogen’s betrayal over Liliana leaving. so, you’re welcome. 

now here’s the one that fucked me the most and I am begging y’all to appreciate it with me okay — all too well. OG and not the 10-minute version. it’s the song Imogen is the most proud of and the most afraid of putting into the world because she doesn’t know if it makes sense to anybody except her. the perspective changes nearly with every line; it’s the song that blurs together the experience of Relvin, Liliana and Imogen all loving and hating and missing and losing each other. the lines between where one person’s experience ends and another’s starts is impossible to see, and the resounding message of i was there, i remember it, all too well is Imogen determined to make sure that despite Liliana’s death years and years ago, despite Relvin as good as pretending she never existed, despite Imogen having moved away and left it all behind her, none of it is forgotten; a memory of the fact that it all happened has to continue to exist. 

(and of course, that’s also the theme of this chapter.) 

It’s a mixture of Liliana’s perspective of the whirlwind, small town, young love between her and Relvin that was always doomed to end, and Imogen watching the tail end of this relationship, Relvin seeming to lock it away the second Liliana was too far for him to hold onto. it’s Imogen trying to remember, to make sense of her parents’ relationship, their family. 

and because this song is my roman empire for this au, please prepare for the fact that i’m giving you the line by line perspectives of this entire song, you’re welcome (i’m sorry): 

the first verse is about Liliana, the second verse is Relvin, the prechorus - “and I know it’s long gone…” - is both of them and Imogen. 

first chorus is Liliana and so is the verse that follows, but the second prechorus, that “there was nothing else I could do, and I forget about you long enough to forget why I needed to” is Relvin. 

the first lines of the next chorus - “there we are again in the middle of the night, we’re dancing in the kitchen in the refrigerator light” - are Relvin and Liliana, but then the “down the stairs, I was there, I remember it all too well” is Imogen, as a little girl perched on the second to last step of the staircase, watching her parents dancing to the songs they used to love when they were teenagers, bathed in the light of the refrigerator with the door hanging open to cut through the sweltering, thick, night heat of Gelvaan’s summers (and in those moments, Imogen had been so sure that the three of them would be okay).

but of course, that’s not how it unfolded, which becomes clear in that build up to the bridge. so when it climbs and climbs to the “maybe we got lost in translation, maybe I asked for too much, maybe this thing was a masterpiece til you tore it all up” is Relvin and Imogen, being left by Liliana, feeling hurt and betrayed and not good enough in such different but also achingly similar ways. 

“running scared, I was there, I remember it, all too well” is Imogen and Liliana, a decade apart, running from Gelvaan, from Relvin, from a town that wasn’t enough and desperate to find more but equally terrified for that murky unknown at the same time. 

and then — “you call me up again just to break me like a promise, so casually cruel in the name of being honest” is Imogen. the experience of Liliana slowly but surely drifting away from being Imogen’s mother in a way that felt like such a betrayal. 

everything after this is all of them, everything from “time won’t fly” to the “it was rare, i was there” is all of them, losing each other at the same time and not being a ble to do anything as it happens. 

then those last three lines: “wind in my hair, you were there, you remember it all” is Liliana to Relvin; “down the stairs, you were there, you remember it all” is Relvin to Imogen; and “it was rare, I was there, I remember it all too well” is Imogen (to both of them, but to herself more than anyone else). 

anyway. moving on. 

wouldn’t come back is about the uncomfortable ease with which Imogen understands Liliana’s choices and decisions, when it comes down to it. because she left too, just like Liliana, and then she did it again years later, from people she really did truly love and a life she cherished, and this song is Imogen writing about those choices and those parallels and understanding both the hurt on the side of being left behind and the desperation of needing to leave. 

enchanted is about Laudna. every note, every line, every second, every piece of the story, is all all all Laudna, because I was lying to you about forgetting romance because c’mon. about first meeting Laudna years ago and thinking that she should, by all accounts, be intimidated seeing someone who’s music she’d listened to for years, who’s a household name in a way Imogen has only ever dreamed of being, in a way Liliana was, but Laudna was so shy and flighty back then, so soft and holy shit, she was - is - beautiful, her voice even more … musical than Imogen had heard in the interviews and clips. so that’s enchanted. 

and long live is, of course, about Bell’s Hells. about how they made each other better,  about how they saved each other at points when they were so afraid of what the world had in store for them, about how they made each other the most authentic versions of themselves, and how, as Imogen wrote this album, she was so isolated from all of them by her own making, how all she had was the memories of how that used to be, but that’ll still be worth everything to her. 

so that’s tethered. 

(oh as a little treat: the song Laudna is working on that afternoon while she and Imogen hang out in the apartment is Apple Pie by Lizzy McAlpine xo) 

I’ll wrap it up there so that this doesn’t become as long as the chapter itself, but: hope this gives you some music to listen to and a world to think about in the two week wait before next CR ep! 

give me music recs for this au if you think of any, tell me what you think of the songs I’ve already told you about, and for the sake of ease: here’s a playlist for y’all (will update it every week with new songs as I add them to the plot in the fic). 

love, chim ⚡️

[kapapi-o]

Heaven Sent Pt. 5

FemReader x Cyno (Brothel AU)

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Previous parts: Pt.4, pt.3, pt.2, and pt.1.

word count: 2.2k (oh waw)

unapologetically not proofread, *evil hamster laughter*

des: A continuation of my on-going series with Cyno and Femreader in Brothel AU. They finally get a slice of peace in this one, yay

warnings: None. Just awkward Cyno and bad attempts of the funny.

it took so long to get this out, lawd almighty...

Nonetheless, I hope you like :>

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“Luckily, there’s only a light bruise on her right ankle. So she’ll have to apply this salve for a few days,” the fennec man pulls out said salve that’s in a container, and places it on the nightstand. 

“If she does, it’ll heal like nothing had been there in the first place.” He says as he turns to gather his things. The general watched from the doorway, his arms crossed in his usual stern manner.

“Thanks, ‘nari.”

“Of course, so why don’t we talk about it?” He finished packing up and stood to look at him directly. Cyno sighs, his body now leaning by the door.

 “Can’t we do that another time? There’s a more pressing matter.”

 “Hmm, so pressing that rather than moving onto the next step, you’ve stopped by yet again to check if she woke up. Very pressing, indeed.” He mumbled sarcastically, narrowing his eyes in doubt at his companion, who shrunk a little at his scrutinizing gaze. In doing so, he proved to the foxian that his doubt was not misplaced. Raised brows followed by an even more doubtful ‘uh-huh,’ came from him as he approached the exit.

“You have the audacity to visit multiple times throughout the day, —I know you’re not questioning my medical experience now, Cyno.” He rests a hand on his hip and eyes him again.

“What is with you, nowadays?” He tried to come across as lighthearted as possible, like how any friend would when something raises some concern. However, no matter how he would’ve phrased it –this was obviously a confrontation.

The gray haired man looks pressed at the question at first, not really knowing why he himself is more anxious…more restless these days, either. Just a while ago, he was in the exact state—moving around without settling, going at the racing pace of his thoughts and before he knew it, his feet led him to her. Where he subconsciously waits for her to open her eyes…

Even so, the only thing he could say from what little he could gather for himself —of himself, is “I don’t know…” 

A bit of shame came with that feeling of dejectedness at his own answer. But truly, that was all he could sum it as. Crossed arms and heavy sighs, the pair of men resembled each other in the room. Cyno’s days when everything was clear and easy to understand seems blurry now. Seeing how things are, Tighnari decides not to press any further.

With one last heavy sigh, he glances towards him again, eyes much softer compared to moments ago. He figured the last thing his friend needed was more things to take up his well over occupied mind.

“If you’ve spared room for her in that knocker of yours, you won’t have to for too long. She’ll wake up any moment now.” Tighnari places a firm grip on the general’s shoulder, pressing a thin line of a smile, hoping to reassure him. Even if that reassurance could barely be felt, the general could use every ounce he can get right now. He passes him by the door, saying lastly before going,

“You should get some rest too. Nights for us are getting shorter.” Cyno nods, no words needed to be further exchanged. A feeling of gratitude surrounded them briefly. A quick ‘good night’ later and he had gone  his way. Leaving him in that pure silence that was unknowingly needed. Why he suddenly felt steady, well, he could owe that thanks to Tighnari for reassuring him that she will be fine now that she’s here, in Aaru Village. 

His eyes eventually wander over to the resting village, and the serenity that swept it when night falls. These are times that are rare and worth treasuring. In the days to come, all the amount of work that he and his colleagues have compiled for months will finally come to fruition. Everything has been set into place so…why was there still something to worry about?

He shuts his eyes. Inviting the world around him to reach his ears instead, and potentially aid him in his focus ... .And sure enough, the twinkles of sand falling against the wind, the soft running of water in the laid out pipes lined within the walls can be heard. Along came the lanterns with their fire emitting a slight crackle, and he could practically visualize the flames flickering ever so slightly with the palm leaves swaying in the air…

 The sounds of the desert made a symphony to lull his mind, finally enough to calm… 

He opens his eyes again, sighing as he does. But amidst the quiet, a gentle rustling of lenin sheets is heard from behind him.

“I’m not dreaming, am I?” Your hoarse voice rang in the ambiance, one that quickly brought Cyno to your side. He moved from the window and towards you, helping you sit up. Your vision was a little blurry of sleep, not so much that you couldn’t tell that the figure in front of you is Cyno, but you couldn’t quite make out the details of him just right so you rubbed your eyes.

 After doing so,  you took a good look at the figure in front of you and it became increasingly apparent that he looked far more exhausted than when you last saw him.

“General, you should sleep—“ He raises his hand slightly to stop you and opens his mouth, muttering something too soft for you to hear.

“Uh, come again?” You tilt your head a bit to his direction, trying to get a better hear of him.

“Cyno.” He breathes out, eyes drooping slightly as he begins to ease more and more, “Just call me Cyno.”

You couldn’t help the small smile that appeared on your lips, a warm and comfortable feeling invoked at this sincere, albeit, simple gesture. 

“Alright then, so now will you rest?”

“I will, since it seems you’re all set for the night.” your brows furrowed, wondering just how long he had been waiting on you.

“Gener-“ you paused before correcting yourself, “Cyno,” you said carefully, “-were you… waiting for me?”

“Ah, so it seems.” He nodded more so to confirm that himself before looking back to you, answering in certainty, “Yes, I was.” 

“But there was no need to…” You uttered, becoming a little bashful at the fact.

“That may be true but…” the man in front of you tried to come with a reason but just as before, and with his mind running to exhaustion, nothing came up. Instead he turned away, clearing his throat and looking back to you as if he had forgotten something.

“Right, Candace, the woman from earlier had drawn a bath for you. You should probably take it…” Your lips turned downwards. Had a couple days gone by while you were asleep? If so, did your hygiene really deteriorate to this extent? –you could only frown at the thought and asked, seeking in all honesty,

“…I don’t smell that bad..do I?” 

Cyno gazes at you in confusion until realizing and internally cringing over his poor choice of words.

 “Ah..that’s not what I meant—It’s…” he stops to actually consider what he’d say next, before carefully glancing in your direction, “—you’d feel more comfortable if you did. –In fact, you smell..-fine.”

Not that you could tell, especially with his back turned at you, –the poor man’s composure is shaking at its pillars.

“I’ll walk you there.”

 He offers his arm to you, a slight gesture for you to take it and in some unexpected way, you did. A bit entranced —maybe near fond of this charming hesitancy that he was displaying. 

Stiffly, he led you from the room and into the evening. A sweet stroll had engulfed you as he set the pace for you both, however awkward it was. But…you didn’t seem to really mind. Well, you couldn’t really put yourself to. Not when the common stars bear witness to your new freedom, not when you can bask in an eve as pleasant as this one, one of thousands that you’ll undoubtedly have, — and most especially in an arm’s length of the one who promised you so… 

That in mind, you turn your glance from the floor and onto the one who was exhausted on your behalf, who relentlessly still, watched over you as he acted as your guide. Nothing but the deepest depth of gratitude filled you. As clear as the sky, the exact words you wanted to say resurfaced in your mind, and wholeheartedly you retraced them with your lips– 

“Thank you, Cyno…” you softly spoke, sincere as it was from your heart. He however, only answered with,

“I haven’t done nearly enough…”

“What do you mean?” you questioned genuinely, your feet coming to a stop and with him still wrapped to you, he did as well. Red eyes escaping yours, seemingly avoiding your gaze as his words avoid the tip of his tongue. Unreasonable guilt having sit on his lips, leaving you with no answer.

“Do you…even realize how much you’ve done?” He pondered it for a moment before ultimately resigning to just hearing what you had to say,

“Cyno, you’ve given me hope in a place that forced me to abandon it.” You unhooked your arm form his and spaced into the memories of you both, recounting with a gladdened tone–

“You’ve reminded me that I still have strength.” You turned back to him, eyes graciously expressing that gratitude, 

”Were it not for you, I wouldn’t have been able to find my way out of that hell…” 

“So for you to say you haven’t done enough,” your tone suddenly took a shift, one that went serious as you stared at him, “--are you invalidating what I’ve gone through?”

In both visible and audible panic, Cyno jolted to change your mind, “No–That’s not what I think–”

At his raised shoulders and widened eyes, you did little to fight the snicker that made way across your features. 

“Cyno,” You brought up from your chuckles, a lighthearted smile on your face, “I was just pulling your leg.” 

“Oh.”

You hummed at his blank face, and still with a smile you said, “You’re not the only one who can make bad jokes.”

“Are…my jokes not that funny?”

“Well, I’m sure if you keep trying, you’ll strike a gold one, no doubt.” A sigh escapes your lips, seemingly content with the more comfortable air that surrounded you two. Staring up into the sky with a longing from far away, you spoke with a lighthearted tone to you,

“In all seriousness, I meant what I said earlier. Cyno,” your glance leaves the stars from above and turns to look into those flickering flames for eyes, filled with might for righteousness, and still yet, even they’ve grown tired. In all sincerity, from the depths of your being, you uttered to him, “Thank you. For all that you’ve done.”

“What you have achieved so far, has helped, and will help many more who has walked a similar path of life as I have….so please,”

Your hands found his’ and held them in a firm and warm grasp. Your face illuminated by the bright night lured him out of that senseless guilt. 

“-take this much to heart.” The winds, just as before, carried your voice to his ears like an answer to a prayer, and it seeded a way to sooth whatever uneasiness that lay dormant in his mind. It wasn’t a whole lot, but still a start. With that, his only response was a nod to show for his understanding. You yourself weren’t sure if your words carried any weight to him, so at least for now, this much will have to do. You took his arm again, as well as his attention as he glanced to you wordlessly asking what you were doing with him, 

“You still have to escort me the rest of the way, right?”

“That’s right. Apologies.” He’s quick to respond and in a shaky manner too, as he tries to stand tall and walk you the rest of the way without shrinking in place. Concern becomes you as you worry over his wobbly stature.

“Are you sure you’re alright? Maybe…it was a bad idea to drag you with me.” Your hold on his arm loosened the slightest and in less than a second, Cyno had gone from weak to stern-sure, his voice coming in like a thunderclap as he spoke solemnly,

“Y/n,”

“Yes?” you answered in uncertainty, still eyeing him with worry.

“Even if I lost a limb, I’d still be here escorting you.” His brows cast downwards in a manner of seriousness, staring only straight ahead into the distance like a man on a mission. Voice giving anything but silliness. 

And yet, you laughed. He turned to you in bafflement, “...what was funny about that?”

“Ah—No..no, sorry—you losing a limb is not a laughing matter at all—It’s just, you say the most out of pocket things..” you giggled, amused by the strange specimen beside you. That apparent seriousness melted away immediately as his face warmed at the sight of you chuckling. Eyes softened as he watched for what you said next, walking beside you arm in arm.

“If people were around to witness, they’d probably mistake us for lovers.” Your little mindless comment echoed in his mind. It was now completely blank up there, and if you hadn’t called his name repeatedly, he’d likely walk you both out to the desert.

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A/N: So much has happened in these couple of weeks that has kept me from getting this one out.

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I won't delve into it tho, i gotta finish this so i can rant to my mother and commence our ritual nightly watching of cringey ahh chinese dramas.

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Thank you a bunchies to those who come back to this little 'ol thing I got going on here :< <3

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Stay safe out there and remind someone that you love them <3

Until then,

-Kapi

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[mlbigbang]

2022 Post-Reveal Fic Rec List

It's the end of the year which means it's finally time for the ML Big Bang's yearly fic rec lists! We're really excited to bring you our contributors' favourite fics started this year to supply you with plenty of reading material while you're waiting for the Big Bang fics' publication in January.

seven is my lucky number by @miabrown007 49,000 words, Teen, 14/14 chapters

“Dating you, platonically, and moving in with you, platonically, that’s definitely optimal! No problem at all!” Chat Noir said to Ladybug, and realistically, it should have been true. He was having a crush on Marinette for the longest time. *** aka post-reveal pre-relationship roommates. but is it really pre-relationship if they are fake-dating?

"It has some very fun dynamics going on both between Adrien and Marinette and them and the rest of the cast, and some of the most insane [positive] Adrien characterisation I've seen."

"A lovely, fun, roommates-PRPR-fake-dating-college AU that is incredibly well written! It also comes with a playlist, which is fun."

"HILARIOUS. One of my personal favorite things is when the lovesquare is being stupid, and they are oh so very stupid in this /pos."

Making Plans and Other Funny Jokes by @valiantlyjollynightmare 1,367 words, Teen, 1/1 chapter

Alya is stuck in the middle of Adrien and Marinette's proposal and she can't even. But she tries. In which Adrien tries to propose to Marinette, and Alya does her best to make him wait until after Marinette proposes to him.

"Alya ft the Big Adrinette Propose-Off!! this fic is extremely cute, with Alye meddling, for a change, to stop Adrien from proposing before Marinette can do it. hilarity ensues"

5 Times Marinette Dupain-Cheng Confessed to the Wrong Twin (and 1 Time She Didn't) by @sunfoxfic 15,000 words, Teen, 6/6 chapters

Now that Hawk Moth has been unmasked and Paris is settling into a supervillain-free daily routine, Marinette and Adrien's lives couldn't be more difficult. Adrien has no money — Gabriel's accounts were frozen — and Marinette needs out of her house because she's never been more at risk of her parents discovering her identity. Luckily, Félix is looking to move far, far away from home after learning that he's a sentimonster, and Paris is where he's decided to settle. And what's wrong with having a couple roommates, after all?

"Moving together with Adrien is something Marinette can be so cool about. Moving together with Félix can't be more challenging than that. Except, when she tries to finally confess her feelings to her long-time crime fighting partner, and stumbles onto the wrong twin 5 times."

Passengers by @valiantlyjollynightmare 84,841 words, Teen, 19/19 chapters

With Gabriel Agreste behind bars, Emilie Agreste in a coma, and Ladybug and Chat Noir’s identities revealed to the world, the two heroes found bitter satisfaction in their victory. Left dealing with too much at once, both focus too hard on pleasing everyone else to take care of themselves as well. Coming to the conclusion that, if they want to be able to help anyone else, they need to help themselves first, Marinette decides it is time for a much-needed break. So she suggests going as far from Paris as possible. And despite his reluctance, Adrien agrees. Heading towards Provence without any real preparations for the trip, they will discover old towns and quaint villages, explore fields of lavender, and finally talk about their feelings. What awaits them is the comfort of one another, a lot of shenanigans and fun, and more than one hotel room with a single bed for them to share.

"PRPR and a roadtrip to the French countryside, what more could I ask for? this fic is so cute and the writing is beautifully evocative. it makes you feel like you're sitting right next to Adrien and Marinette and discover the importance of taking a break from the passenger seat"

Adrien's guide to hamster acquirement by @pauliestorylover 1,367 words, General, 2/2 chapters

“Adrien, mi armour,” Marinette said slowly. “Did you steal a hamster? Again?” There was a hamster in the bathroom.

"Adrien steals hamsters. Need I say more?"

Adrien and His Kittens by @mikauzoran 3,715 words, Teen, 1/1 chapter

When Adrien has to cancel on Marinette because one of his foster-children is sick, she comes over to have dinner with the family and help take care of the kids. She also helps Adrien realize that he can have everything he’s always wanted without having to give anything up.

"Adrien being an amazing dad and Marinette being an amazing girlfriend. Such a soft fic!"

Like a princess by plikki 1,024 words, Teen, 1/1 chapter

As he helps his fiancé to get dressed for a gala, Adrien can't help thinking about the reverse process afterwards.

The domesticity and their sheer love hit me hard

Learning to See by @jennagrinsoverml 16,264 words, Teen, 3/? chapters

After 10 days of blind dating in the pods, Adrien and Marinette chose each other and got engaged. But the face to face reveal has thrown them for a loop. For Marinette, she came on this show to get over Adrien, and now she unknowingly fell for him again. She fears that he'll never be able to reconcile his love for Thesis with his platonic feelings for his very good friend Marinette. For Adrien, he's always loved Ladybug and wanted to be closer to Marinette, but he knows Adrien's always made her uncomfortable. He worries that the reveal of his identity has caused her to regret choosing him. They're together but they're still pining away, thinking they feel more than the other does. Will they learn to talk openly and vulnerably, the way they used to in the pods? Or will their insecurities drive them apart?

"This is a part 2 to a previous year's big bang fic and I've been hooked since the beginning!"

Adrien "Featherboi" Agreste by GoosefaceXD 2,049 words, General, 1/1 chapter

Hawkmoth, Shadowmoth, whatever his name is, has finally been defeated. Not only that, but Adrien is a sentimonster. Understandably, it's a rather touchy subject for the two of them. Until Ladybug does a Marinette and calls Chat Noir "feather boy".

"Ladybug and Chat Noir know each other's identities. They also have recently found out that Chat Noir (and, therefore, Adrien) is a sentimonster. There's a lot to be upset about from that. Too bad Chat keeps making bad jokes about it, ruining Ladybug's existential crisis she's having on his behalf. Also too bad she (accidentally) started it. A quick one-shot that's equal parts funny and angsty. A little identity crisis isn't going to stop Chat from being Chat, and that means puns. Lots of puns."

NSFW works

The Moment by @miraculouslymundane 1,786 words, Mature, 1/1 chapter

When was the right moment to tell your superhero partner(platonic) that you've actually been dating for months? Theoretically speaking. When Adrien and Marinette start dating, Adrien also starts noticing a lot of strange similarities between his superhero partner and his new romantic one. As the months stretch on, the coincidences become harder to ignore.

"It's so sweet and so good!!!"

But Can We? by @miraculouslymundane 915 words, Mature, 1/1 chapter

Leaving Ivan and Mylène’s, Adrien and Marinette walked hand in hand back to their place. They tried not to count baby strollers as one after another passed them by. Just a lil thing for a baby fever prompt

"It's so sweet!"

[unicyclehippo]

Blossom

ever since orym was very young, lanh hadn’t changed very much. he’d always been quiet and quick and had his head in the cloud or something so close to it that it caused his mum a world of worry wondering whether today would be the day he fell out of some tree or another. not that lanh would allow that.

lanh mostly took the form of a monkey, and it was the most common thing of all to see orym and his dæmon swinging up into the low branches and cliffs and into creeks. he liked to explore and to understand and to hold the things he found—rocks and twigs and bugs and all—and four hands were better than two for that. orym was curious and kind and he was never cranky with lanh except for a few afternoons when he told him, softly, that he was a little jealous of his tail. and how easily he made friends.

‘people like you!’

‘they like me at the start,’ he told him, and concentrated very hard on making flowers bloom beneath his fingers. a big pink one unfurled and orym beamed, even though two of the petals were too small and the pink wasn’t quite natural, because it was the biggest one he’d managed to make and the first pink one. he took it carefully from the stem to tuck into lanh’s fur. ‘i think people don’t like me when they get to know me. i don’t have much to say. hallor says i’m weird.’

‘so what! what do they know? they’re weird. they smell like clay. their dæmon’s a hamster.’

orym hid his grin behind his hand. lanh didn’t. he bared his big teeth down at the tops of the huts; he liked to be big and loud, liked nothing better than puffing out his chest and hollering, hearing the mountains echo. he liked it when orym followed suit and got big and loud too.

‘hamsters are nice.’

‘they’re dull.’ lanh stripped some bark from the branch above him, winding it into a loose bracelet. orym held his wrist out to be sized and lanh wrapped it around it twice. ‘you’re my favourite thing in the whole world,’ lanh told him. ‘if you want me to bite the hamster, i will.’

orym laughed. ‘you wouldn’t.’

‘i would for you.’

that was probably true. leaning back into the cradle of tangled branches, orym considered what he would do if anyone were mean to lanh. he’d bite hallor, clay-smell or not.

their hideaway tree was at the top of a small hill that only the best climbers bothered with; there were too many rocks and too much sunlight for mushroomers, so the fact that this tree had such a clear view of the village was, in orym’s mind at least, their little secret. they could watch people come and go and hardly anyone ever looked up.

will and blossom did.

orym caught the glimmer of dark hair. will had taken to wearing beads and ornaments tangled in it recently; orym thought it made him look lovely, like the night sky had loaned him a little of her splendour, stars in the dark. he watched will swing ever so gracefully out from his home and stop in the middle of the street, shading his face—orym admired the sharp bend of his elbow, his pointed chin.

‘you’re blushing,’ lanh pointed out. he waved down to will and blossom when orym did. ‘is there someone you hope doesn’t think you’re weird?’

orym nudged lanh with a bare foot. ‘stop it. and don’t get into a fight with blossom again when - if he comes up here.’

‘if he does. sure.’ lanh swung up onto a higher branch. ‘you know that boy is smitten with you.’

orym flushed a sunny pink and all around, the tree flushed with him. he was still trying to pick all the dozens of pink flowers, hide them, when will clambered over the rise.

will’s eagle dæmon, blossom, flew ahead of him by a few dozen feet. her golden eyes were piercing, calculating. they missed nothing—not the flowers, nor his matching blush, nor lanh figuring out if he could swing from his tail to the next tree.

‘good afternoon, miss blossom,’ orym greeted her politely. if lanh was orym’s herald, blossom was will’s protector, keen-eyed and sharp of beak.

she regarded him coolly, as ever, before settling in the branches above them. a regal nod her only reply.

‘orym! you’ll never guess - ugh damn tree - you’ll never guess what dad told me—we’re in! we got in! he’ll train us!’

‘what? when?’

will caught him around the waist when he tried to push past. ‘hold onto your kite, orym, let me finish!’ he laughed. ‘next season, he’ll start our lessons.’

‘next season! but - but that’s forever away!’

‘it’s not so long. only six weeks.’

‘like i said—forever.’

will laughed again. orym relaxed into the half-hold half-hug, grinning; there was nothing in the world like will’s laugh, being the cause for it.

‘you know, everyone thinks you’re so serious but i think I’ve figured you out,’ will told him, laughter fading from his voice but not his brilliant eyes. he looked very smug as he said, ‘you’re kind of an idiot.’

orym grinned. ‘finally catching on? bird brain.’

‘hey!’

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they had their first kiss there, beneath an old and beloved tree pouring with vibrant blossoms. they were wed there, too, some years later, much to the irritation of everyone who had to climb the difficult slope. and it was to the same tree that orym vanished time and again in the months after his husband’s death.

with a rustle of feathers, lanh perched on the branch above him. orym caught the movement out of the corner of his eye but didn’t turn to look; he would have to, sometime. he ought to know what lanh looked like now, what his soul looked like. orym steadied himself and, body aching, heart aching, turned to look. gone was his lithe, playful, golden monkey. in its place—not an eagle, he was - relieved? - to see a falcon. yes. that made sense. small, fast, deadly. lanh’s feathered talons curled around the branch, leaving long pale scars behind. golden eyes scanned the valley below them.

‘is it wise,’ he asked orym, speaking silently, ‘to leave? she could be targeted again.’

‘she has guards. more than before. ones that didn’t fail her.’

lanh glanced sharply at orym but didn’t disagree. he shuffled on his perch then, carefully, as though afraid orym might push him away, began to preen him. sharp beak sifting through orym’s hair. it was so gentle, and the touch of his soul so soothly, that orym could not keep from crying. he shot up to his feet and pulled lanh close.

‘i thought—i’m sorry—i shouldn’t have shut you out. you loved them too. i know that.’

lanh said nothing for some time, only returned orym’s embrace as best he could—a tight claw locked around his wrist, just shy of painful. ‘you didn’t want to feel it. i understand. how could i not?’ he said, and pulled back so orym could take in for the first time his powerful, sleek build, the gloss of his feathers, the wickedness of his beak. he had changed, profoundly, after losing will and blossom. they both had.

orym petted the feathers of his head and his wings, admiring, grieving. never again would lanh hold his hand, or holler down the mountainside, or climb a cliff face with him. never again would will kiss him, or argue with him, or spar on a lazy summer morning. never again would blossom land her enormous heavy frame upon orym’s shoulder and let her-will-orym’s souls tangle together, trust and love and home so entwined as to be one. until - until. and now seperate again, now split. what had been more painful, orym tried to recall—losing will, or losing the part of him that had been lanh?

‘we are still here,’ lanh told him. ‘is that enough?’

‘we have a duty and a direction too. enough for now.’