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theshadowsneverlie · 1 year ago
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I have a design for our furry cat friend!
This is a Never Followed The Prototype Au, where Dogday is alive and on Catnap's side as catnap is on his. Hiding from the aggressive toys afterwards, Hunting for food & looking for any survivors of the "Hour Of Joy" like their fellow critters or even any living toys that aren't threatening. I'm really looking forward to making more of this Au!
Here is his Design, and any close ups of the side drawings if they are needed!
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ladyshadowsblog · 1 year ago
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For those who may be unaware, even from Dreamers design and such.
I do have a Smiling Critters Au, I will be posting there a bit more often as I'm actively working on the designs for characters & for those who are fans of Dreamer, yes he will be in this Au and will have an Au design
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yuukirita · 3 months ago
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Baby bee au idea, what if bee’s sparkling friends thought bee was kidnapped by the decepticons when bee was visiting megatron. The sparklings would plan to rescue bee by borrowing(stealing) Wheeljack’s weapons and prototype dinobot robot and it use against the decepticons. I imagined bee’s rescue with the decepticons would similar to the rugrats in Paris movie where the babies rescue chucky’s dad from marrying coco labouche in a giant Reptar robot.
Que a bunch of Sparklings barging decepticon headquarters with their giant dinosaur robot causing the decepticons to panic. Bee would be amazed by the giant dinosaur while megatron try to protect bee from it and order the decepticons to stop. Sadly, the decepticons did little damage to the dinosaur. With no process in damaging the dinosaur, the decepticons have no chance to summon constructicon combiner robot devastor to stop the creature. Devastor was defeated five minutes in the fight when the dinosaur slammed its tail on devastor and breathe fire on him.
After seeing the devastor get defeated easily, megatron and his high command prepared to fight the dinosaur to protect bee until the dinosaur stopped and opened its chest pouring out Sparklings from its chamber. Bee’s friends land on the ground and begin attacking the decepticons with wheeljack’s weapons. The decepticons was caught off guard by the Sparklings and all but megatron and his high command were defeated. Baby hot rod and Cliffjumper point their weapons to megatron and demand megatron to release bee.
Megatron was speechless to follow the Sparklings’ demand as he witness his army get defeated by an army that was half their size. Bee was happy his brother and friends came to see him, but he scolded his friends that he’s wasn’t kidnapped by megatron instead he was checking on megatron to see if he was taking care of himself. Bee make his friends apologize to the decepticons and decided to go home since it’s getting late and the adults are worried where the Sparklings are. Bee and his friends climb to the dinosaur chest and waved goodbye to megatron as he promised to visit him again.
Bee and his friends safely got back to Iacon where their caretakers were waiting for them. The Sparklings told the adults about their adventure on how they defeated the decepticons and rescue bee which give their caretakers heart attacks. After that incident, the Sparklings promised to never go attacking headquarters alone again. The tale of brave Sparklings attacking the decepticons with a giant dinosaur becomes a favorite story among the autobots.
THAT'S A WHOLE ASH CRACK FIC THERE MY GUY- IT'S A GREAT IDEA!
I mean- it's all there- u could make that crackfic yourself, lass.
I'm not touching that- but I love the visual (And I love grimlock. Dinobots my beloved)
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shinning-whammy · 4 months ago
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In summary what are “the evil team” all I know about them is that they are dogdays
The evil team is made up of dogday from different alternate universes where he agrees with the ideals of the prototype whether his support is intentional or not
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Among them is Father Dogday, he is aware of his actions and supports 1006, he also has an orange smoke that makes you laugh like crazy and have a lot of energy. He comes from the au solar eclipse Au in this Au exist heretic catnap
solar eclipse au belong to Dark_Kyrtsal on twitter
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the others are re-educator dogday is called that because he is dedicated to re-educating any heretic by giving them a lobotomy with steel needles, something that was done to him because he previously wanted to escape but 1006 caught him and decided to fulfill catnap's wish who wanted his friend and boyfriend to also be a follower of the prototype but this wish made his dogday change drastically and now his dogday hates him and only follows 1006's wishes like a simple puppet he is from the au re-educador dogday is like a side idea from another au lunar eclipse au
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Re educator dogday hate his catnap and in this au he is like the counterpart from father dogday he is priest catnap and Dogday hate him specially because he is jealous 1006 prefer catnap than him even when he is doing everything 1006 wishes
Re Education AU belong to BriBrithefox1
destiny dogday comes from a world where magic can be used and this was what made 1006 use magic to create the mini catnap plush to control dogday and have two followers. in this au catnap discovered the destiny that his dogday would have and sadly he wanted to avoid it by becoming a heretic to go against 1006 but he defeats him and makes him forget what he saw so the prototype to avoid this from happening again decides that he must control dogday so if catnap decides to go against him again he can use dogday this is the reason minimoon always is using the smoke and talking to dogday to make he gets used to hurt heretics this AU is call it red destiny au
Red Destiny au belong to towncritte
Now red therapy au or therapy Dogday follow the lore of the game in this one after the hour of the joy dogday used to be happy with his friends the smiling critters however, everything began to decline, his friends began to doubt this freedom, which caused fights between themselves in which Catnap had to kill them. Dogday affected by this went against Catnap but he used a lot of red smoke, which made Dogday have a radical change, which began to support Catnap and his ideas with 1006, even the prototype realized it, so he allowed Catnap to continue using the red gas, making Dogday unconsciously support 1006 and Catnap, even the prototype gives Dogday new metallic claws so that he can defend and of course hurt the rebels who would later be called heretics.
another evil dogday sometimes join to this group is from WIDE AWAKE Dogday by @Moonstone_uwu and @/mechanicmeister
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bewitchedfeathers · 4 months ago
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The Grey - Vik/tor Snz Fic
For the anons who requested allergic Viktor! I had this in my draft and thought I'd release it into the wild for you!
Not sure where to go from here but I hope you enjoy this ficlet nonetheless. Set in an AU where Viktor never came to Piltover.
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Jayce stepped into the small shop off one of the dark side streets of Zaun. Little to identify it outside of a small sign designating it a repair shop. But Jayce had heard he could fix anything and even upgrade things and Jayce had hit a wall in his current prototype. He was hoping this lauded genius of the undercity might be able to help him.
He tried not to cough to much and draw attention to himself as green smoke swirled around his ankles as he walked. He stepped inside and was immediately stunned by the beauty of the man behind the counter. He was working on some kind of delicate clockwork device, long beautiful fingers moving with steady precision. His auburn locks and high cheek bones made him look almost aristocratic but he had a bit of a wild air to him.
“Shut the door please,” he said without looking up from his project.
Jayce quickly stepped fully inside and shut the door behind him, cheeks hot. “Sorry.”
“It’s alright,” he murmured finally lookikng up from his work with a curious gaze. Eyes going slightly wide in surprise when he saw Jayce, probably placing him as Piltovian even with the ratty cloak over his clothes.
“How can I help you? Snf.” He asked. His voice was soft and accented and Jayce tried not be distracted by it. But then the man’s nose wrinkled and he sniffed again. 
Jayce watched as a wisp of green colored smoke drifted across the air and brushed nose, and the response was immediate as he took a sharp breath in. “Ih’TSSHHxkt…Snf.”
“Are you all right?” He asked utterly entranced and trying not to act like it. 
“I’m fine. It’s just….thehh-the grey. Huh’ITCHxt. It always makes me Hhh…ITCHssht. Pardon me. Snf.” He rubbed underneath his nose with one delicate finger. 
“Bless you,” Jayce breathed, heat coiling in his belly, “Um, Should I come back another time?”
“No, no, I’m fine. It’s just a minor hh’ITCH-shuh…inconvenience. Pardon me.”
“Bless you. If you’re sure…”
“Yes, I’m fine. Hihhh’IKXT…hn. There’s no need to fuss over it.” He shot Jayce a look that suggested he would not like what happened if Jayce made a fuss over it. 
Jayce conceded with a quick nod, not wanting to press and make the other man uncomfortable 
“I'm Jayce by the way. Sorry for not introducing myself.” He certainly wouldn't admit it was because he was distracted by the other man's sneezes. 
“I'm Viktor,” he offered softly followed by a few sniffles. “What can I help you hhhh’IGSSHtt snf, pardon, help you with?” He wrinkled his nose with a grumpy expression, obviously irritated by the continuous interruptions to his speech even though he seemed otherwise fine.
Jayce shook off his momentary daze as Viktor let loose another poorly stifled sneeze. “Ah, I was hoping you might have an idea of how to get this working? I was told you're the best.”
“Oh? And where did you hhh-hear that?” He asked curiously as he examined the device Jayce had set on the counter between them. 
“I asked around,” he offered vaguely to which Viktor raised an eyebrow at, but let the subject drop.
A moment later Viktor set down the device as his brows drew in and his nostrils fluttered. He turned his head until his nose hovered just above his elbow. “Hhh…pardon me a-hh moment…Hhhh’IGSSHtt…Hh’IGSSH–Ishhuh…hh’huhh’ EGSSHHooo…sndff goodndess. Mby apologies. Sndf.”
“It's fine,” he said hoarsely, pants feeling too tight. “Um, bless you.”
- TBC??
[Snz Fic Masterlist]
Let me know if you liked it and feel free to hit me up if you have ideas for where this should go.
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yanderes-galore · 1 year ago
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I also saw that MHA is on your list, so can I request a Midoryia oneshot with a reader who keeps trying to escape him? Like the reader used to have a massive crush but after he kidnapped them they started to not want to be with him in fear for their safety. (If that makes any sense..)
Sure! This is a Pro-Hero AU, you two knew each other in school.
Faltering
Yandere! Izuku Midoriya Short
Pairing: Romantic
Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Kidnapping, Manipulation, Delusional behavior, Overprotective behavior, Possessive behavior, Babying, Degrading behavior (He treats you like a misbehaving child), Forced relationship.
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You knew Izuku Midoriya when you were both in school. Back then he was such a scrawny kid, going from quirkless to having a quirk. Despite the oddity of that you still managed to be attached.
You knew he was always so ambitious. Izuku always said he wanted to be like his idols and go Pro. His dreams were cute and you often wanted to support him.
So you made it such a goal when you both went to U.A. You called it your heart guiding you as you managed to land yourself in the Support Department. You forced yourself to learn how to create support gear with help from your upperclassmen.
Pretty soon you became skilled in the field... originally just to help your crush.
You tried not to let your feelings cloud your mindset when you trained in U.A. You saw him occasionally when you delivered gear and were always greeted with such a sweet smile. One that made your heart flutter whenever he looked at you.
Izuku would always give you a sweet 'Thank You' before offering to chat. With pink dusting your face, you'd indulge before being dragged off to work on another project. You're pretty sure Izuku never used any other equipment unless you helped make it.
You liked watching him grow stronger. He always worked out and was looking more and more like a Pro. You never acted on your crush as you knew he had a big role to fulfill.
You didn't wish to be in the way.
Izuku, however, had similar feelings. He wanted to be closer to you. He wanted to date you. Yet work often got in the way, leaving him unable to.
Even he could tell your crush was huge, though.
Izuku couldn't help but be infatuated with you. He often tried to visit your department or meet you at lunch. Although, your departments often had different schedules.
Instead Izuku resorted to... unsavory means of fulfilling his own crush. He noted down things he liked about you and what you did that day in a notebook dedicated to you. He even asked friends you had about you and how you were doing. He couldn't help but follow you as though he really was part of your life.
Izuku kept every piece of equipment you made for him. Every prototype, every version, he collected them. Safe to say your crush was mutual... but he was a worse lovesick fool.
Even once graduation rolled around you were surprised to see him on TV. Your blush only darkens when you watch the TV in your apartment, seeing how Izuku went from that small kid you used to know to a hulking Pro Hero that everyone adored on TV.
You couldn't help but grin when you noticed the outfit he begged you to make. The one with the cape and everything. Your crush felt unrelenting when it came to him.
It only seemed to get worse when you were both adults... for him.
You two drifted apart when you graduated from U.A. He focused on his Hero work and you focused on making better equipment. It was never just for him anymore.
You had other heroes to work with for equipment and your crush simmered down eventually. Now you primarily focused on your job and being paid. You still found yourself fawning over Izuku occasionally, but that was it.
Izuku, however, had only gotten worse since the last time you saw him....
You weren't sure what to think when Izuku started showing up at your lab. You had been tinkering on some new tech, only for one of your fellow engineers to squeal at you about how Deku was here. Were you hearing that right...?
You didn't have much time to question it when Izuku came into the room, eyes sparkling when he saw you and came over. The blush was back. Yet you couldn't believe he came over to see you.
This became a common occurrence. Even when he didn't have orders in, he'd stay by you to ask about your equipment and day. You didn't mind it.
In fact, you didn't mind it even more when he asked you to join him on little outings. You kept telling yourself it wasn't a date. Although, Izuku kept telling himself it was.
You had no idea he was that delusional... that your crush was downright crazy...
Until a villain had attacked your lab and Izuku was quick to respond.
By the time you woke up you saw Izuku by your side, features morphed into worry as he sat beside you. You were on a bed that wasn't your own. It took you a while to realize this might be his house.
According to him, he had been concerned for you when he saw you collapsed on the ground in your lap. So, in order to keep you hidden, he took you to his home. Too caught up in your haze of emotions... you accept it.
Only to slowly realize... Izuku may not be planning to let you go.
As time goes on you wonder if he planned this out. Perhaps Izuku wasn't the person you thought he was. He seems so... different.
You began to realize this when you got into an argument with the Pro Hero about leaving. It was after this your crush began to be replaced with concern and resentment. You needed to leave and get back to work.
But Izuku merely blocked you off with his built body, his green eyes glaring down.
"And let you go back to that apartment? You deserve so much better than that.... Come on, you can stay here with me! I'll take good care of you...."
The offer normally would've made your heart throb...
But now it was just... sinister.
It only got worse when Izuku preyed on your past crush on him. He'd manipulate you into staying in his home by flirting or telling you he's scared you'll get attacked again for a couple days. You try to put your foot down...
Only for him to drop a bomb on you.
"I know you love me... So won't you let me love you too?"
You realize that Izuku took you in not because he was concerned... he had darker intentions. Expertly the hero managed to manipulate you into his home. He kidnapped you and you didn't know.
Your old feelings were quickly smothered when Izuku began to treat you like a child. He gave you your own room and when you fought he'd just send you there. You were no child to be taken care of.
Which lead to your escape attempts.
They were never all that successful. Soon you learned Izuku had announced you were "dating" to the press. He often came up with excuses when he had to pick you up and carry you off like some misbehaving toddler. It was all over the news.
He never liked physical punishment all that much... but he locks you away again.
He often scolds you like you know no better. He tells you to sit in your room or make it up to him. It's cruel and degrading... but he plays it off as care.
"Escaping again? You should know better than that, baby... So mean to your boyfriend who's trying to care for you...!" Izuku would scold, yet his tone always playful.
You don't find it funny.
Ever since he kept you in his home, your crush had finally been smothered. You weren't in love anymore. No, instead you were scared.
You were scared to know your age-old crush was not the man you thought he was.
Your crush had faltered long ago... yet your fight was also leaving too. Izuku always managed to find you and drag you back. He never harmed you luckily, just squeezing you close to his chest as he whispers soft words to you.
Younger you would've loved this. You would've fantasized about it. Yet now it's a nightmare....
The doors are locked, the windows are shut tight, and your only companion is Deku. Izuku's face always looks so flushed when he sees you. You're his one and only...
Forever and ever in his eyes.
"Don't you love me too?" He asks you. Whenever you said 'No' he would just get more persistent. He never left you alone until you admitted you loved him.
You wonder if this was what you wanted. Didn't you always want him to love you? He loves you now, doesn't he?
Yet you crave freedom much more than the suffocating grip of his arms.
"I love you, baby..." He murmurs when he cuddles into you, his arms restraints in the cage you call a 'home' now. There's no escape, even if you wanted to. Your heart aches, conflicted.
"Love you..." You murmur, as though it was a trained phrase. Izuku grins, holding you tighter to kiss your soft lips.
"Mmm... Mine~" He purrs against your mouth as though he's been waiting for this moment. Perhaps he was... maybe even longer than you have.
The kiss he gives you doesn't even feel how you imagined it to be...
It's needy and possessive... a reminder of what you are to him.
His.
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amethystarachnid · 5 months ago
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Would you consider involving Tony's parents in a one-shot? I've seen a few one-shots with his parents alive and being the best parents, and I really like that idea. If that's okay with you, I'd like to request 18. Resolution Reflections with Young!Tony Stark x f!Reader, his parents are throwing a New Year’s party and it's the first time Tony and Reader are spending it together and the first time she's going to his parents' house, they're going to love her and be proud of their son dating a good girl. At midnight, they share a kiss and their New Year’s resolutions/reflections, their shared dreams, and the promise to always achieve everything together, just pure fluff 🥰 and you can set in modern times, don't need to go back to the 90's 🥰
NEW YEAR EVE - part I
⤷ ANTHONY “TONY” E. STARK
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ᯓ★ Pairing: Young!Anthony “Tony” E. Stark x fem!reader
ᯓ★ Genre: romance, fluff
ᯓ★ Request from: MARVEL Holiday special
ᯓ★ Story type: one shot
ᯓ★ Timeline: they're on their last year of high school
ᯓ★ Word count: 5.2k
ᯓ★ Summary: what the ask said
ᯓ★ TW(s): nothing
ᯓ★ Part II
ᯓ★ I think I went a little off track with this and I notice only now that the story is complete, I'm sorry if this isn't exactly what you asked :(
ᯓ★ My Masterlist
ᯓ★ MARVEL Holiday Special
ᯓ★ MARVEL Multiverse - choose an AU, pair it with your favorite character and make a request!
ᯓ★ Songs & Superheroes tales - The Game (to make a request, follow the rules on the link!)
ᯓ★ MARVEL Bingo
ᯓ★ English isn’t my first language
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The invitation comes casually, like most things with Tony. He’s lounging on your bed, one arm tucked behind his head, the other flicking a small gadget between his fingers—a prototype, no doubt, that he whipped up in his spare time. The room smells faintly of burnt solder, thanks to his earlier tinkering. You’re perched at your desk, trying to study, though it’s hard to focus with him stretched out there looking entirely too comfortable in your space.
“So,” he says, drawing the word out like he’s testing the waters. “What do you think about spending New Year’s Eve with me?”
Your pencil stills over your notes, and you glance at him with a raised brow. “That depends. What do you think about spending New Year’s Eve with me?”
He rolls his eyes, that playful grin pulling at his lips. “Obviously, I’m in. But there’s a catch.”
Your stomach flips a little, and you don’t know why. Tony catches your hesitation immediately because, of course, he always does. He props himself up on one elbow, his expression softening in a way that still catches you off guard, even after all this time.
“Hey,” he says, voice quieter now. “It’s nothing bad. I just… well, my parents are throwing their annual party, and I want you to come with me. Meet them.”
You blink, the words landing heavily in your chest. Meet them. As in Howard and Maria Stark. The man whose name is on every headline, whose brilliance (and sometimes questionable ethics) cast a shadow Tony can never quite escape. The woman who appears in magazine spreads looking flawless and untouchable, like a queen in designer couture.
“Tony…” you start, but he’s already scrambling off the bed, crossing the room to you in a few quick strides.
“Before you say no,” he interrupts, crouching beside your chair, “hear me out. They’ll love you. I mean, how could they not? You’re… you.”
You let out a soft laugh, though it’s more nervous than amused. “You’re biased.”
“Damn right I am.” He leans his chin on the edge of your desk, looking up at you with those warm brown eyes that can talk you into almost anything. “But I mean it. They’ve been bugging me to bring you around anyway. And this party? It’s just a bunch of people standing around drinking overpriced champagne and pretending to care about the ball drop. You’ll fit right in.”
Your chest tightens at the thought. Fit right in? Not likely. Tony’s world feels so far removed from yours sometimes, even if he never treats you that way. He’s always been good at making you feel like you belong, like it doesn’t matter that his idea of a normal day includes private jets and cutting-edge labs while yours involves coffee runs and library study marathons.
“I don’t know,” you say finally, chewing on your bottom lip. “What if they… what if I don’t make a good impression?”
Tony straightens up, tilting his head as he studies you. “You’re nervous.”
“Of course I’m nervous!” you blurt, your voice higher-pitched than you’d like. “Your parents are—well, they’re them. What if they think I’m… I don’t know, not good enough for you?”
His expression shifts, and for a moment, you think you’ve offended him. But then he reaches for your hands, pulling you to your feet. His grip is warm, steady, grounding.
“Okay, first of all, no one gets to decide that but me,” he says firmly. “And second, they’re going to love you. Trust me.”
The way he says it—like it’s an unshakable truth—makes your heart squeeze. Tony Stark isn’t always the best at expressing his feelings, but when he does, it’s impossible not to believe him. Still, the idea of standing in a room full of people who know Tony as the heir to one of the biggest empires in the world feels daunting.
“I don’t even know what I’d wear,” you mumble, trying to stall.
Tony smirks, his usual cocky confidence slipping back into place. “Oh, that’s easy. I’ll pick something out for you.”
You narrow your eyes. “If it’s anything like that weird futuristic dress you sketched for me last month, I’m saying no.”
“Hey, that design was ahead of its time!” he protests, though he’s laughing. “But fine, we’ll shop together. Deal?”
You sigh, the fight slowly draining out of you. It’s hard to say no to Tony when he’s this determined. And, deep down, you know he means well. He wouldn’t be asking if he didn’t think you could handle it—or if he didn’t want you there.
“Okay,” you say at last, your voice barely above a whisper. “I’ll go.”
The grin that spreads across his face is so boyish and unguarded, it almost makes you forget why you were worried in the first place. Almost.
The days leading up to the party pass in a blur of preparations. True to his word, Tony drags you to a boutique downtown, where he insists on finding the perfect outfit. It’s an exhausting ordeal—he vetoes nearly every dress you try on, claiming they don’t do you justice, until you finally settle on something sleek and elegant that makes you feel like maybe, just maybe, you won’t stick out like a sore thumb.
“You look amazing,” Tony says as you step out of the fitting room, his gaze lingering on you in a way that sends heat rushing to your cheeks. “My parents won’t know what hit them.”
The night of the party arrives faster than you’d like. Tony picks you up in a sleek black car that’s almost too nice to sit in, dressed in a tailored suit that makes him look older, sharper, every bit the heir to Stark Industries. He whistles low when he sees you, offering his arm with a grin.
“Ready to make an entrance?” he asks, though he doesn’t wait for your answer before leading you to the car.
By the time you reach the Stark mansion, your nerves are a full-blown storm. The house is enormous, glowing with warm light against the crisp winter night. Guests in designer gowns and tuxedos mill about on the front steps, sipping champagne and exchanging pleasantries that sound more polished than genuine.
Tony squeezes your hand as you step inside, his touch a lifeline. The air is thick with the scent of expensive perfume and the low hum of jazz music. You spot waiters gliding through the crowd with trays of hors d’oeuvres that look too pretty to eat.
He leads you through the crowd with ease, pausing now and then to exchange pleasantries with people who seem eager to talk to him. You’re introduced as “Y/N,” no titles, no qualifiers, just your name. It’s both comforting and terrifying.
And then, there they are—Howard and Maria Stark. They’re standing near the grand staircase, an impressive pair that commands attention without even trying. Howard is tall and broad-shouldered, his sharp suit and carefully combed hair giving him an air of authority. Maria, by contrast, is elegant and understated, her smile polite but unreadable.
“Mom, Dad,” Tony says as you approach. “This is Y/N.”
Maria’s gaze softens as it lands on you, and she extends a perfectly manicured hand. “It’s so lovely to finally meet you,” she says, her tone warm but measured.
Howard offers a nod, his smile faint but not unkind. “Tony’s told us a lot about you.”
Your stomach twists, but you manage a smile, hoping it looks more confident than you feel. “It’s nice to meet you both,” you say, your voice steady despite the nervous flutter in your chest.
Tony’s hand brushes yours, a small, reassuring gesture that grounds you in the moment. For now, it’s enough.
Maria’s handshake is delicate but firm, her presence somehow simultaneously inviting and intimidating. As she releases your hand, you see her eyes flicker toward Tony, a faint smile tugging at her lips. Howard’s nod is accompanied by a polite once-over, as if he’s quietly assessing you but doing so in a way that doesn’t feel overly critical. For all your nerves, the atmosphere is not as icy as you had feared. Yet you’re acutely aware of the importance of this moment—these people are more than Tony’s parents. They’re titans of industry, figures who seem untouchable from a distance, and now they’re looking at you like they’re ready to get to know you.
“So,” Maria says, her voice smooth and composed, “we’ve been hearing about you for months now. It’s lovely to finally put a face to the name.”
“It’s lovely to meet you too,” you reply, hoping your voice doesn’t betray the butterflies rioting in your stomach. “Tony speaks about you often as well.”
Tony lets out a short laugh beside you, clearly amused. “Not too much, I hope. Don’t want to ruin the mystique.”
Maria chuckles lightly, her sharp eyes twinkling with subtle amusement. “Oh, I think we can handle it. So, tell us a bit about yourself, dear. Where do you come from? What’s your family like?”
It’s a straightforward question, but it feels loaded under the circumstances. Still, you’re determined to make a good impression.
“Well, I’m from Midtown,” you begin, smoothing the fabric of your dress unconsciously. “My family’s pretty small—just me, my mom, and my younger brother. My mom works as a nurse, and my brother’s still in middle school.”
Maria’s smile doesn’t waver, and there’s a flicker of interest in her expression. “That must keep your mother very busy. Nursing is such an admirable profession.”
“It does,” you agree, your confidence bolstered by her genuine tone. “She works long hours, but she’s amazing. She’s always been my role model.”
Howard’s deep voice cuts in next, not unkind but more direct. “And what about you? Tony mentioned you’re quite the student. What are your plans after high school?”
You glance at Tony briefly, catching the way he’s watching you—there’s a quiet pride in his eyes, a silent encouragement that steadies your nerves. Turning back to Howard, you answer honestly.
“I’m planning to go to college,” you say. “I’ve applied to a few schools already. I’m hoping to major in environmental science… maybe engineering. I’ve always loved the idea of building things or coming up with solutions to problems.”
Maria tilts her head slightly, her smile deepening. “Engineering? That’s wonderful. And very fitting, given who you’re dating,” she teases lightly, her gaze sliding toward Tony.
Tony grins, unfazed. “What can I say? I’ve got a type. Brilliant and beautiful.”
You roll your eyes at his shamelessness, but Howard chuckles, his posture relaxing slightly. “Good answer,” he says, clearly pleased with his son’s response. He turns back to you. “Environmental science, though. That’s not the most common choice. Why that field?”
You take a deep breath, finding your footing as the conversation shifts into territory you’re passionate about. “I’ve always cared about the environment,” you say. “I think it’s one of the biggest challenges our generation will face. And I want to be part of the solution. Whether it’s renewable energy, conservation, or designing more sustainable technology… it feels like something that matters.”
Maria’s gaze softens, and she exchanges a look with Howard. There’s something unspoken between them, an understanding that passes with a single glance. When Maria speaks again, her voice is warm, almost approving.
“That’s a very admirable goal. And one that’s becoming more important by the day.”
Howard nods in agreement, his demeanor shifting slightly as if he’s already decided you’re worth listening to. “It’s good to hear someone your age thinking about the bigger picture. Too many people overlook that kind of thing.”
You smile, your nerves easing with each passing moment. Their approval feels genuine, not forced or obligatory, and it gives you the confidence to keep going.
“I think it helps to have people around who believe in you,” you say, glancing at Tony again. “He’s been a big part of that for me.”
Tony’s grin widens, and he slips an arm around your waist, pulling you a little closer. “Don’t let her fool you,” he says. “She’s the one with the brilliant ideas. I’m just lucky to be around to hear them.”
Maria’s laugh is soft, but her eyes are bright as she watches the two of you. “You two seem very good for each other. It’s always nice to see that kind of balance in a relationship.”
Howard’s voice carries a hint of approval as he adds, “Tony’s lucky to have found someone like you. I’m glad he has someone who’s keeping him grounded.”
The words catch you off guard, but they warm you from the inside out. It’s the kind of sentiment you’d hoped for but hadn’t dared to expect. Tony, for all his bravado, has always had a complicated relationship with his parents. Hearing his father speak so openly about his pride in Tony’s choices feels significant, like a rare glimpse into a side of their dynamic you don’t often see.
“I’m lucky too,” you say softly, meeting Howard’s eyes. “Tony’s brilliant. And he’s always pushing me to do better, to think bigger. I think that’s what makes us work so well together.”
Tony’s arm tightens around you briefly, and you catch the faintest hint of a blush creeping up his neck. It’s rare to see him speechless, but the pride in his expression is unmistakable.
Maria’s smile grows, and she steps forward, placing a gentle hand on your arm. “You’re a lovely young woman,” she says sincerely. “And it’s clear you mean a great deal to Tony. Thank you for joining us tonight.”
The warmth in her words makes your chest ache in the best way. You hadn’t realized how much you’d been craving their approval until now, but the genuine kindness in Maria’s tone makes it all the more meaningful.
“Thank you for having me,” you reply, your voice steady despite the swell of emotion. “It’s been a pleasure meeting you both.”
Howard steps forward then, offering his hand again. This time, his grip feels a touch more personal, less perfunctory. “Keep an eye on him for us,” he says, a glint of humor in his eyes. “Lord knows he needs it.”
Tony groans dramatically. “Okay, okay, that’s enough parental bonding. Can we go check out the snack table now?”
Maria laughs softly, waving you off with a graceful flick of her hand. “Go, enjoy yourselves. We’ll talk more later.”
Tony doesn’t need to be told twice. He takes your hand, leading you away from the crowd and toward the quieter corner of the expansive room. Once you’re out of earshot, he stops, turning to face you with a mischievous grin.
“So? How’d I do?”
You blink, caught off guard. “You? What do you mean?”
He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “I mean, did I pick the right moment to introduce you? Were the lighting and ambiance sufficiently romantic? Did I sell my pitch as the proud boyfriend?”
You laugh, the last of your nerves melting away. “You were perfect, Stark. But your parents? They’re…”
“Scary? Intimidating? Too good at making you feel like they’re reading your mind?” he offers, grinning when you nod.
“A little,” you admit. “But they were also… really nice. I think it went well.”
Tony’s expression softens, his cocky façade dropping for a moment. “Of course it did. They’d have to be crazy not to love you.”
You roll your eyes, but you can’t help the smile tugging at your lips. “You’re such a sap.”
“Only for you,” he replies, his grin turning wicked. “Now, come on. Let’s grab some dessert before my dad ropes us into a conversation about corporate ethics.”
As he pulls you toward the snack table, his hand warm in yours, you realize that the evening is far from over—but for the first time, you’re not worried. Tony’s world may be big and overwhelming, but tonight, it feels like you belong there. And as you glance back to see Maria and Howard watching you both with quiet pride, you think they might just believe that too.
The grandeur of the Stark residence is even more overwhelming as the evening progresses. Every corner of the room seems to hold someone important, conversations buzzing with words like "stocks," "mergers," and "international markets." It’s a world you’re still adjusting to, and though Tony has never made you feel out of place, you can’t shake the occasional pang of self-consciousness.
Excusing yourself to the bathroom gives you a moment to breathe, away from the intensity of the crowd. You splash a little water on your wrists and smooth down your dress, giving yourself a pep talk in the mirror. You’ve already managed to win over his parents—something you hadn’t expected to happen so easily. Surely, you can handle the rest of the evening. After all, Tony is by your side.
When you step back into the main room, the sight of him immediately draws your attention. He’s standing near a sleek bar setup, surrounded by a small group of men in sharply tailored suits. Even in this crowd of CEOs and industry giants, Tony stands out. His confidence is palpable, his charisma effortlessly commanding the attention of those around him. You hesitate, unsure whether to approach. They’re deep in conversation, and the last thing you want is to interrupt or seem out of place.
For a moment, you consider waiting on the sidelines until the discussion wraps up. But as if sensing your presence, Tony glances up, his eyes finding yours almost instantly. A slow, warm smile spreads across his face, and he waves you over with a subtle beckon. The gesture feels intimate, personal—a quiet reassurance that no matter who he’s with, you’re always welcome.
As you approach, Tony’s smile deepens. When you’re close enough, he leans in and presses a soft kiss to your cheek. “There you are,” he murmurs, his voice low but unmistakably fond.
One of the men in the circle clears his throat, and you notice his expression shift into something between surprise and discomfort. He’s older, probably in his fifties, with a thin mustache and a stiff posture that screams corporate formality.
“I wasn’t aware you had… company tonight, Stark,” the man says, his tone carefully measured.
Tony smirks, clearly unbothered. “This is my girlfriend,” he says simply, his arm slipping around your waist. The ease with which he says it sends a thrill through you, though the reaction from the group is mixed.
“Your girlfriend?” another man echoes, his brows lifting in surprise. He looks between you and Tony, as if trying to piece together a puzzle. “Forgive me for asking, but whose daughter are you?”
You blink, caught off guard by the question. “Oh, I’m not…” you begin, glancing at Tony for help.
“She’s not anyone’s daughter in this room, if that’s what you’re asking,” Tony interjects smoothly, his tone laced with just enough edge to make it clear he doesn’t appreciate the implication. “She’s here because she’s incredible, not because of her last name.”
The mustachioed man—Mr. Carmichael, you think you heard someone call him earlier—looks visibly taken aback. “I didn’t mean to suggest—”
Tony cuts him off with a light laugh, though there’s an unmistakable sharpness beneath it. “Relax, Carmichael. I get it. You thought I’d be interested in your pitch about your daughter. Honestly, I’m flattered, but as you can see, I’m pretty happy with my current situation.”
The color drains from Carmichael’s face, and the rest of the group shifts awkwardly, clearly unsure how to proceed. You feel a mix of emotions—embarrassment, yes, but also a fierce kind of pride. Tony’s confidence in you, his unwavering refusal to let anyone question your place by his side, makes you stand a little taller.
“I’m sorry,” you say quickly, trying to smooth over the tension. “I didn’t mean to interrupt your conversation.”
“You’re not interrupting,” Tony says firmly, giving you a reassuring squeeze. Then, addressing the group, he adds, “Actually, I think you guys might want to hear from her. She’s planning to study environmental science and engineering. Pretty smart, huh?”
The shift in the room is almost comical. Where moments ago they seemed skeptical, even dismissive, now their expressions are filled with curiosity.
“Environmental science?” one of them repeats, his tone suddenly much friendlier. “That’s an interesting field. Are you planning to focus on renewable energy?”
You nod, a little hesitant but grateful for the opportunity to steer the conversation into more comfortable territory. “That’s one of the areas I’m really interested in,” you say. “There’s so much potential for innovation, especially with the way technology is advancing. I think it’s one of the most important challenges we can address.”
The man—his name tag reads “Jameson”—nods thoughtfully. “Smart choice. The industry’s going to need more forward thinkers like you.”
“Thank you,” you say, the praise giving you a small boost of confidence.
“And you’re still in high school?” another man asks, his tone tinged with disbelief.
“Yes,” you admit. “Tony and I are in the same grade.”
Carmichael, who’s been uncharacteristically quiet, finally speaks up. “High school, and you’re already thinking about global challenges like that. That’s… impressive.”
You’re not sure if his approval is entirely genuine or if he’s simply trying to recover from his earlier misstep, but either way, you offer him a polite smile. “It’s something I’m passionate about. And I’m lucky to have people around me who encourage me to aim high.”
Tony beams at that, his pride in you practically radiating. “She’s underselling it,” he says. “She’s not just aiming high; she’s going to change the world.”
The men laugh, but it’s not mocking—it’s the kind of laugh that comes with genuine admiration. For the first time, you feel like you belong in this circle, like they’re starting to see you as more than just Tony’s girlfriend.
The conversation continues, flowing more easily now. They ask about your thoughts on sustainability, your experiences in school, and even your plans for college. With each question, you find yourself relaxing, the initial tension fading as you focus on the topics you’re passionate about. Tony stays by your side the whole time, chiming in occasionally with his trademark wit but mostly letting you shine.
At one point, Jameson leans closer to Tony and mutters something you can’t quite catch. Whatever it is, it makes Tony laugh—a genuine, delighted sound that makes your heart skip a beat.
When the group finally disperses, Carmichael offers you a polite nod. “It was a pleasure meeting you,” he says, his tone markedly more respectful than when the conversation began.
“You too,” you reply, feeling a small sense of victory as he walks away.
Once you’re alone with Tony, he turns to you with a grin. “See? Told you they’d love you.”
You roll your eyes, though you can’t hide your smile. “I think they were just surprised. They probably expected you to be dating someone… different.”
Tony raises an eyebrow. “Different how?”
“I don’t know. Someone from their world, I guess.”
He shakes his head, his expression turning serious. “You don’t have to be from their world to belong in it. You’re amazing, and if they can’t see that, it’s their loss.”
The sincerity in his voice makes your chest tighten. You lean into him, letting his warmth and confidence steady you. “Thank you,” you say softly.
“For what?” he asks, his tone lightening again.
“For making me feel like I belong here,” you admit. “Even when I’m not sure I do.”
Tony presses a quick kiss to your forehead. “You don’t just belong here,” he says. “You make this place better. Don’t ever forget that.”
As the evening continues, you find yourself settling into the rhythm of it all. The grandeur of the event doesn’t feel quite so intimidating anymore, and every time you catch Tony’s eye, you’re reminded of why you’re here. In his world, by his side, you feel like you truly belong.
The night unfolds in a swirl of laughter, conversation, and the occasional clink of glasses. You find yourself more comfortable now, moving through the party with Tony’s reassuring presence at your side. The grandiose world of the Starks—one that had once felt so intimidating—begins to feel a little more approachable. With Tony holding your hand or whispering jokes into your ear at every turn, it feels like you’re in on some kind of secret.
Eventually, you find yourselves slipping away from the crowd. The party hums on in the background, the faint strains of a string quartet mingling with the murmur of voices and the distant pop of champagne corks. Tony leads you down a quieter hallway, away from the main rooms, until you’re standing in front of a set of tall windows that overlook the sprawling grounds of the estate.
“Needed a breather?” you tease as he presses his forehead to the cool glass.
He glances at you, grinning. “I thought you might need one. Not that you weren’t killing it back there, but, you know, I figured it wouldn’t hurt to step away from the CEOs and their unsolicited opinions.”
You laugh softly, crossing your arms as you lean against the window beside him. “It’s not as bad as I thought it would be. I think I actually had fun.”
Tony straightens, his expression softening as he looks at you. “I knew you’d be amazing. I don’t think there’s anyone who can’t see it.”
You roll your eyes, but your smile betrays your attempt to brush off the compliment. “You’re biased.”
“Absolutely,” he admits without hesitation. “But that doesn’t make it any less true.”
The glow from the lights outside casts his features in a warm hue, and for a moment, you lose yourself in the way he’s looking at you. There’s a tenderness there that makes your chest ache in the best way—a feeling that no matter how big his world is, you’ll always have a place in it.
“What about you?” you ask, breaking the silence. “Do you ever feel like you need a breather from all… this?”
He tilts his head, considering the question. “Sometimes. But you make it easier. When you’re here, it feels less like a circus and more like…” He trails off, his lips quirking into a wry smile. “I don’t know. Like it’s something I actually want to be part of.”
Your heart skips a beat at his honesty. “Tony Stark, are you saying I make you want to behave?”
“Let’s not go crazy,” he says with a laugh, though there’s a glimmer of seriousness in his eyes. “But yeah. You keep me grounded. And you remind me that there’s more to life than just impressing a room full of people.”
He reaches for your hand, lacing his fingers with yours. For a while, you stand there together, watching the stars outside and enjoying the rare quiet moment. The faint sounds of the party drift down the hall, but here, it feels like it’s just the two of you.
“Do you think we’ll still be doing this ten years from now?” you ask suddenly, the question slipping out before you can think too much about it.
Tony doesn’t hesitate. “I hope so. But maybe not this.” He gestures vaguely toward the distant murmur of the party. “Something better. Something ours.”
You glance at him, surprised by the depth of his response. “Ours?”
“Yeah,” he says, his tone casual but his gaze steady. “Like, I don’t know… maybe a New Year’s Eve on a beach somewhere. Or in some cabin in the mountains. Just us. No suits, no CEOs. Just you and me.”
The thought makes your cheeks warm. “That sounds… perfect.”
He grins, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your temple. “Then we’ll make it happen.”
For a while, you stay tucked away in your little corner, stealing a moment that feels like it belongs entirely to you. Tony tells you a ridiculous story about one of his father’s business trips, and you counter with a memory from a summer vacation when you and your brother tried to camp in your backyard but got scared off by a raccoon. You laugh until your sides hurt, your voices low and close in the quiet hallway.
As the clock ticks closer to midnight, Tony reluctantly pulls you back toward the main event. The energy in the room has shifted, the hum of anticipation building as the new year approaches. Guests gather in clusters, glasses of sparkling cider in hand, their conversations a little louder and their laughter a little freer.
Tony finds a spot near the center of the room, his hand never leaving yours as he leads you to stand by his side. The two of you are surrounded by a sea of faces, but all you can focus on is him.
“Two minutes to go,” he murmurs, glancing down at you with a small smile. “You ready?”
“For the new year?” you ask, feigning nonchalance. “I guess.”
He nudges you gently. “For everything. This year, next year… all of it.”
Your breath catches at the weight of his words, but before you can respond, the countdown begins.
“Ten! Nine!”
The voices swell around you, and you feel Tony’s hand tighten slightly around yours.
“Eight! Seven! Six!”
You glance up at him, and the way he’s looking at you makes the rest of the room fade away.
“Five! Four!”
Your heart pounds in your chest, each second stretching out as the moment draws closer.
“Three! Two! One! Happy New Year!”
The room erupts in cheers, the sound of voices and clinking glasses filling the air. But all you notice is Tony as he leans in, his free hand cupping your cheek as his lips meet yours. It’s a kiss that feels like a promise—a declaration that no matter what the new year brings, you’ll face it together.
When he finally pulls back, his forehead rests lightly against yours, and his voice is soft, just for you. “Happy New Year, sweetheart.”
“Happy New Year,” you whisper back, your cheeks warm and your heart full.
The noise around you gradually fades into the background as the two of you share a quiet moment in the middle of the bustling crowd.
“So,” Tony says, his tone lighter now, ���what’s your resolution?”
You think for a moment before answering. “To keep chasing my dreams. And to make sure we never lose sight of ours.”
He smiles, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “I like that. Mine’s to make sure you know how proud I am of you every single day. And… maybe to be a little less reckless.”
You raise an eyebrow. “Maybe?”
He laughs, the sound warm and familiar. “Hey, I’m a work in progress.”
You shake your head, but your smile lingers. “We’ll figure it out together.”
“Always,” he says, his voice filled with quiet certainty.
The two of you stand there for a while longer, watching as the party continues around you. People laugh, toast, and embrace, the room alive with celebration. But in your little bubble, it feels like the world has stopped.
As the night winds down, Tony pulls you close, his arm draped around your shoulders as you lean against him. The future feels vast and uncertain, but with him by your side, you’re not afraid. Together, you’ll face whatever comes next—one dream, one resolution, and one New Year’s kiss at a time.
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Imagine if the prototype missed safe haven and Angel had gone back to make sure everyone was safe and finding it and that's how they get the others?
This would be interesting, but Poppy would never go through her plan of getting the Prototype's followers on Angel's side before making sure the toys of Safe Haven are okay!
I'm going to add chapter 4's events on an updated version of the AU after I finish writing the current one, though, so no worries!
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sarafinamk · 1 year ago
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Fallen Angel (Smiling Critters Space Riders AU Reader Insert) Part 1
Summary: You failed as the Prototype's "archangel," and this is your punishment; being left to die while at the mercy of your enemies.
(This is my contribution to the Smiling Critters Space Riders Au. Please check out the talented @onyxonline for more context. I hope y'all enjoy.)
TW: Blood, Injury, Near Death, Imprisonment, Trauma, Death Implications, War, Witchcraft, Religious Trauma, Religious Imagery and Symbolism, Religious Cults, Religious Worship, Slight cursing
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You had one job: lead your people to victory. You are a warrior, a healer, a messenger. You are an archangel that needs to spread the word of the Prototype by any means necessary. You need to do your part to save the souls tainted by the condemned ways of the heretics. That’s why you’re here in the first place. Instead, you failed…
It's hard to say how long your mind has been hazy for. All you know is that it burns so much. Fiery hot and raging cold sensations dance and mingle around your body especially where blood was pouring out. The feeling of liquid invading and burning your lungs worsens the more you try to gasp for air. Flashes of light won’t stop assaulting your eyes even as spots of darkness slowing dance their way into your vision. As you close your eyes and try to ignore the sharp tingling in your eyes, one thought stands out among the rest.
‘So, this is what damnation feels like…’
A blurry orange figure looms above you followed by a red and a blue one. They shield you from the harsh light, prompting you to slightly open your eyes. More figures loom around you. All the sounds echoing around you are drowned out by the blood rushing in your ears. You suppose that this is a fitting punishment. You failed your people, yourself, and the Prototype. And now they have come to take you away, to give you your just deserved judgement. The thought alone is enough to make you whimper as your body curls around itself protectively. You try so hard to ignore the inferno now growing where your wounds are. This proves to be futile as hands pin you down, preventing you from curling in on yourself. The sounds grow more urgent, louder even. You couldn’t resist their grips anyways. You should’ve known it was futile to fight the inevitable. As blackness conquers the last of your vision, you pray that you will be granted mercy. You pray that your sins will be forgiven. You pray that your dedication to your duties will lead you to the happiness you have been promised. You pray that you have done enough to grant you eternal happiness. And you pray that you will continue to do good in the next life you are given…
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The team has been waiting outside the operation room for hours. Bubba and Bobby wasted no time getting you into operation considering your critical condition. Dogday has been pacing nonstop since getting you onto their ship. He was the one who insisted on taking you with them despite the protests from his teammates. Memories, emotions, and questions spiraled around and around his head, never giving him a second to rest. You’ve caused a lot of damage to not only his team but other parts of the galaxy. Dogday, however, being the sunny, kind-hearted leader he is will be damned if he just left another victim of the Prototype to die. Given the state of your injuries, unfortunately, the chances of your surviving in the long run are slim to none. That was stated by Bubba himself. Regardless, they still had to try, at least.
The canine knew that part of it was wishful thinking from Bubba and a couple others. Dogday can’t say he blames them for disliking the idea of helping one of the Space Riders’ most dangerous enemies. Leaving you to suffer the consequences of your actions means one less enemy to worry about. No one knows how or why you became the Prototype’s archangel apart from your Divinity powers. And maybe Catnap is right about the fact that Dogday’s heart is too forgiving for his own good. It’s just that that thought of leaving you, lying down, alone, and bleeding on the battlefield doesn’t sit right with him. That is not what the Space Riders is supposed to represent. They’re meant to give victims of the Prototype a second chance at life.
If you survive… maybe he and his friends could give you that chance. He hopes, at least. You could help a lot of people and use your powers for good. The riders could have a powerful friend and ally by their side. You could protect them like how you always protected your troops and the Prototype in past battles. You could have people to turn to and not leave you to die alone in the battle the moment things spiral downhill.
Dogday isn’t entirely naïve, though. Even if you survive, and you do agree to change your ways, there will be a lot of obstacles in your path. The obvious one was getting backlash from the Commander and members of HQ. The riders would have to disclose that they are hospitalizing one the most wanted enemies in the galaxy sooner or later. Given everything you’ve done, people are going to demand justice. Some will want to draw blood in the name of vengeance. Dogday would rather not risk that possibility. Maybe he and Bubba could find a way to convince the Commander and the Council to let you serve your sentence here under the riders’ supervision while you are being treated.
Time was passing so agonizingly slowly compared to Dogday’s thoughts. He wishes he could get some news on your condition now. At the very least, a slow update would suffice. Anything would do to finally put his aching head to rest. As if the heavens finally decided to answer him, the doors finally opened. Everyone, asleep or otherwise perks up hearing Bobby approaching. Her eyes droop, but her small, satisfied smile told everyone what they needed to know. Dogday breathes out a sigh of relief. You still need to be monitored for the time being. The surgery may have been successful, but that doesn’t mean it will be a guaranteed smooth sailing recovery. There are still a lot of risks that need to be accounted for at this time. The Space Riders rescued you in time, and that thought is enough to finally put the canine’s whirlwind of thoughts to rest. Dogday can now focus on the next priority; figuring out a way to disclose the recent events to the people of HQ.
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neeahtao · 3 months ago
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Do you hc any part time jobs for john and dirk in the roommates au?
I wish I could just respond to this like a normal person :D
here’s some background information before I start rambling
So taking place after the credits, we know that Jane has already established Crocker Corp and Jake has founded Skaia Net Enterprises on Earth C. I assume Crocker Corp is a technology, military, and baked goods? production company, while Skaia Net could focus on Jake’s expedition work, battleship production, and television network.
From the credits and epilogues, we know that Dirk played a major role in both Jane and Jake’s ventures on Earth C. At this point in the timeline, he is likely designing and prototyping most of the tech and robotics.
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Meanwhile, John is depressed, spending his early 20s isolated in his house, watching old movies and probably eating junk food. He tries to recreate the happiness he felt as a kid, relying on nostalgia-driven dopamine hits to distract him from the grief of losing his father.
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I think what contributes to this is that John’s self-worth is deeply tied to how others perceive him, playing into his subconscious insecurities. He relies entirely on external motivation—when someone tells him what to do or validates his actions, he follows through. This worked in a high-stakes environment like the game, where there was always a clear goal and people guiding him. But once that structure is gone, and no one is there to push him forward, he stagnates.
He doesn’t place much value on self-improvement or internal motivation. While he struggles with insecurity and low self-esteem, he is also stubborn—if there’s no external force compelling him to change, he resists the idea that he should.
Dirk on the other hand, he is motivate by self-improvement. Growing up entirely self-reliant, he never waited for direction—if he had, he wouldn’t have survived. Providing for himself was a necessity, and that mindset shaped him into someone who constantly pushes himself. Whether it’s achieving his own goals or helping the people he cares about reach theirs, he puts immense pressure on himself to always be productive.
John doesn’t necessarily need a job or some greater purpose to be happy, but he does need motivation to take better care of himself, spend more time with friends, and find something to keep him productive. Since he ties much of his self-worth to what he can do for others he is susceptible to getting caught in a cycle, isolating himself, avoiding friends, and not contributing anything being both the cause and result of his depression. The longer he stays in this rut, the more reluctant he becomes to reach out, fearing he’ll be seen as a disappointment.
Both of their relationships with external validation are ultimately self-destructive. However, Dirk internalizes it more intensely than John. When things go wrong, John can separate his actions from his character—he sees the issue as something he did wrong, not something inherently wrong with him. Dirk, however, is much more personal in his perception of failure. He doesn’t just see mistakes as things to fix—he sees them as flaws within himself that he must constantly work to correct.
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theshadowsneverlie · 1 year ago
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The dynamic drawings are done! Now that both Catnap and Dogday's designs are complete that also means the Dynamic Drawing are as well!
I'm very happy with the end product of both of these, though the colors on the first one with Dogday is a bit off as I made it way before I had made dogday's digital design.
Both of these drawings and even the designs I made originally on paper but for a more clear and accurate way of having a color palette I made the digital versions. I'm more pleased with the digital versions then I am with the on paper but I still plan on doing the original designs on paper for an accurate color pencil palette for the critters
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!TW: HEAVY BLOOD!
Please proceed with caution, This takes place literal hours after "The Hour Of Joy". So there is Heavy blood.
If you are sensitive to blood or Heavy bleeding for that matter, I don't recommend going any further. Please, please Please don't proceed if you are sensitive to these things!
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{ Catnap has that look due to being focused on making sure his friend is okay and doesn't stress him out. Even though he is on High alert, he just doesn't want to stress Dogday out more then he already was due to The Hour Of Joy }
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asamary · 1 year ago
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This is another au me and ant wanted to make. Me and ant are still not sure about this au's concept and all, buttttt its about gods, angels, and monsters pretty much.
Soo the story is...
The player was once an angel that was always beside the prototype, the two only watched from the sidelines never interacting, or changing one's fate. The prototype sees the player as a child that needs guidance, and teaches the player their ways. Which is to only observe, never lift a single finger. The player, at first did what they were told, and as they observe for a long time, they begun to have a desire, The desire to live.
When they told the prototype of their desire, the prototype was furious of this. To live with the humans and the beast is unholy to their eyes. To be tainted with their sins,the beasts and humans's unholy desire tainting their precious angel. They lectured the player, but the player persuaded.
So one faithful day, the player did something no angels ever had the guts to do. They broke their halo. After that, they fell. Their halo turning black as the void and their feathers falling until a small wings only remained.
When they landed in a nearby forest, their fall soften by the tree branches. They, for the first time, felt pain. They felt every single bone of their body hurt. But they didn't scream in pain, it was the opposite. They laughed, for the first time in millennia, they found joy in the smallest things. The forest where they landed, had an abandoned cabin. They made it their home, and everyday they would explore the forest. Eating the mushrooms and the berries(even the poisonous ones) they felt alive. They felt free. And once in a while, wild creatures would come to them. Bears, snakes, rabbits, even the deers. They had an aura that said they were harmless. But that also meant they would attract dangerous beasts that stalked the forest. One group in particular. The humans call them the smiling critters, but dont underestimate the critter part, these beast are big, and could eat a human in one gulp. They were curious about the new human living in their cabin. At first they wanted to eat them, but as time passes, they begun to yearn the player's presence. Their softness, how the player always arrange the stuffed toys perfectly until they begun their routine. How they would always make too much food, and merely put them in the refrigerator. How the odd human would read a story until they slept with one of the toys in their arms.
The player lived happily.
Never knowing that their god was always watched them, and one of their loyal followers living with them.
It seems even when they try to leave, their god will always hold them close.
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(This isn't finished, and we might change it. But ant liked this idea. Also dogday and catnap's design is still not sure. We both brainstorming here, and how we both gonna make the critters. )
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pooks · 30 days ago
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in my straw hat!ichiji AU, i thought about how Ichiji was captured and dragged back to Germa sometime before Sanji was in Zou
we all know that Sanji's only purpose was the whole arranged marriage sham, but it also rises the question why Ichiji was also taken. the reason is simple; Judge wanted his perfect masterpiece back.
unlike Sanji, Ichiji is not full human. he's a genetically modified human and maybe his "metal skin" ability lies dormant, he's still faster and stronger than anyone, he has Sparking Red and Stealth Black powers and to top it all, he can use Observation and Armament haki.
in this AU, Judge is way more toxic and borderline obsessed with making Ichiji the perfect heir. Niji and Yonji are fine soldiers, but he sees them as expendable. he's also really pissed off that Sora succeeded to ensure all her son are human and has emotions, even if she never lived to see it. so he does what he does best and that is to torment Ichiji to break his will and turn him into the mindless puppet he wants. also he wanted to punish him for betraying him and releasing Sanji.
Reiju, being the only one who knows the lengths Judge are willing to go, can't bear to see this happen again. Ichiji was lucky the first time around, but she knows that he won't be able to handle a second time. he might not return to the Straw Hats alive. so Reiju makes sure to hide certain clues around which she knows Nami will be able to find.
once Nami realizes what's going on with Ichiji, she is horrified...and then, she along with Brook, Chopper and the minks has to physically restrain Luffy from storming Germa castle and fight Judge head-on. Nami has a worse time during this AU because Ichiji's situation reminds her too much of her own experience with Arlong.
in this AU, Niji has uncontrollable rage and often misdirects it while Yonji is more subdued and is tired of every order he must follow. Niji and Yonji are self-aware and has their own traumatic experiences, but the difference is that under their cruel masks, they are too afraid to stand up against Judge. both of them has given up and can't see any hope.
Yonji even lampshades this at some point, saying that "even if all five of us fight him...he's gonna win anyways. why even bother?"
i thought making all the Vinsmoke brothers being self-aware would make more sense for the story, since they are all victims in canon. they never chose to be emotionless or evil from the start. Judge just fucked them up because he could. what makes it worse that Judge is a human but he actively choses to be cruel and evil.
so that's why Luffy ends up to not only save his cook Sanji and his archivist Ichiji, he decided to liberate all of them.
post-Whole Cake, when everyone's safe onboard the Sunny again and sailing towards Wano, Chopper makes the horrorfying discovery of exactly what Ichiji suffered; his entire back are covered in scars, still healing, and he has bruises on his neck and wrists because of the shock collars Judge forced on him.
i think the journey from Whole Cake Island to Wano was a little longer than we're led to believe, so Chopper does a lot of damage control about what happened to Sanji and Ichiji.
Reiju and the other two doesn't stay for long and bids the Straw Hats a fond goodbye, thanking them for freeing them. Reiju, Niji and Yonji sets sail on a small four-person prototype ship (Franky finished it before they came to Dressrosa) which Luffy gave to them. she along with her younger brothers destroyed their raid suit cannisters and sailed away to begin their new lives. as they leave towards the horizon, Sanji hopes they might stop by Baratie if they ever get to East Blue.
i had the thought about maybe letting Reiju, Niji and Yonji join them in Wano. but i thought it'd be better that they make the choice to go wherever they wish to go and have their own adventure, but not before thanking Luffy and the straw hats for liberating them.
the straw hats gets ready to continue to Wano, but not before they encounter a strange weather; the skies are blue and the sun is shining, but it's a light drizzle. Luffy, being very Luffy, says it's like the heaven are happy and crying at the same time.
it's a metaphor for Sora; she's long gone, but she's happy and crying because all of her children are now free.
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shinning-whammy · 1 year ago
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heretic
For this AU, all the critters believe in the prototype, but few begin to doubt. Dogday, as the leader, tries to help his friends, sometimes with ideas about escaping to find more food for the other levels, but Catnap and the prototype do not allow it. So, Catnap always stops them from sabotaging the plans for all of them.
Catnap and Dogday are very good friends and they sleep together in one place. Dogday knows about the prototype but only saw it once, which was enough for him to believe it exists. However, he starts to doubt with the years about the actions he takes for them.
To protect Dogday from each action his friends make, Catnap gives him "therapy" with the red mist, making Dogday not know if the punishment his friends receive from Catnap is a nightmare or if it really happened.
Each time a critter disappears, Catnap always tells Dogday they abandoned him, but Dogday has nightmares about seeing them die by Catnap. Since he never finds the bodies, he thinks they really escaped.
Catnap does not like the other critters but allows them to be there while helping and following orders from the prototype, something Crafty and Piggy will do.
The other critters die as the signs in the game explain.
Dogday will believe in the prototype's actions for 9 years. Each time he loses a friend, he starts to doubt it, but he wants to keep his friendship with Catnap. At the same time, he tries to understand why he still believes in it while starting to doubt.
Each time Dogday has a "therapy" session with the red smoke that leaves him out for 4 days, making him sleep all day, only waking up to eat or drink water, only to fall asleep again. Catnap always watches him in that state while giving Dogday's chores to the others until he recovers. When that happens, they are forbidden to talk about the friends he started to lose.
Dogday and Catnap will have a friendship for about 9 years. The last year is when dogday decide to help Bobby to escape, and she does it, causing Dogday to be punished with the red smoke, giving him nightmares all the time. This makes Dogday start to hate the prototype and makes his hate for Catnap grow, leading him to end up in jail where he sees how his last friend, Piggy, dies.
Piggy will tell the truth to Dogday about how she cooked their friends and gave the food to everyone because they were hungry, especially her. But since she needed more and more food, the prototype decided sacrifices needed to be made.
This happened a few months before the player appeared, causing Catnap to try to convince Dogday to believe again, especially because he missed their friendship and did not want to be alone. But Dogday now says no all the time, leading to punishment and being slowly eaten until the player appears.
this is a protoype comic maybe i do a longer and better version in a future maybe.
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aimlovesmusic · 2 months ago
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What's your personal design of Rook, Kevin, Gwen, and Albedo in the other Alternative Universes?
Your art is amazing with unique designs and with a good story that made me love it more! I want to just eat them and leave!
Here’s them LORE DUMP UNDER PHOTO…. PLEASE READ IT TOOK ME FOREVER
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What we know of Nega’s alternate Gwen and Kevin is that they are the token cheerleader and jock couple.They are also describes as Gwen having strawberry blond hair and Kevin rocking blond hair… odd… Ben does pretty much nothing of note with the watch so albedo would show up eventually, his goal? to take it from him or forcibly teach him…. Whichever comes first I guess. Also without the heroic pursuits to hear of, Rook never feels the pull of adventure or heroics sadly. But im accpeting cool ideas on what to do with this au since I have very little idea.
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Mad world story : (the explosive event happened a year after the loss of feedback, he never got around to removing the watch. Azmuth also never really cared to intervene in anything, he never left the mindset we first meet him with back in the movie. This leads to a much less mentally stable Ben)
Gwen: is taken off planet by the plumbers in their mission to rescue what living they can find from earth. Space if awfully unsafe for a 12 year old human, so she does what she thinks will keep her safe. Go full Anodite. With no grandpa Max or Ben around for her. Her and her parents are brought to Verdona where she lives with for the next while. Being accompanied by nightmares of those she misses.
Kevin: after escaping the null void is met with a hostile broken memory of a planet. He is rather lost in what exactly occurred, but not lost in what to do. The envoirment and energy of the place is not too different to the null void. So he does what he can to stay alive, earning some pretty loyal followers (sidekicks) who admire his abilities, straightforward-ness and rather blunt personality.
Rook: was stranded on earth after the crash of the ship he was on. He had only recently started his training. He is a year and a half older than Ben and had heard of the hero’s daring adventures. but no one ever got around to the fact that Ben was presumed dead, and the planet he hails from is on a sort of lockdown.
Albedo: is much more sympathetic than azmuth in this. He was against how demorailzing azmuth’s view on the whole situation on earth was. While azmuth looked at the catastrophe and suffering that the people endured as a controlled experiment to learn from and build a better watch. Albedo felt pity. Pity for the people slowly dying, pity for those sent in to save now stranded as well, pity for the once glorious water filled planet and pity for one omnitrix users declining state. After a long while of attempts to send in autonomous drones with anything he could think of to help, he finally settled on a plan. He would steal the completed version of the omnitrix, switch it out with one of his own prototypes and sneak it to earth. That would surely force azmuth to do something. In the mess of a plan he accidentally currupts his own form into the albino Ben Tennyson from he is cursed with in prime and makes it half injured to earth.(this is my explanation on why mad has the completed version of the watch.
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Bad: after being left behind during one of the missions in the null void by the plumbers. Ben is found by the rooters, They don’t exactly have the best for him in mind. (This is when he’s 14 so a year before prime him puts the omnitrix on. The plumbers are not entirely the best many are currupt. Also they viewed Ben openly as a weapon and not a person, he is aware of this to some extent but cannot do much about that.
Gwen: missing her cousin and believing him to be gone for good she buried herself in school and helping aid the plumbers dispense justice… though, this universes plumbers aren’t quite taken by fair ideals of justice. Just ones that feed their pockets. Gwen is a bit too lost in her grief and mysteries of ledgerdomain to notice for quite some time. She of course finds out through Kevin that Ben is alive! But he’s out following tetrax’s footsteps, he become a bounty hunter and not the law abiding kind. She attempts to keep that info on the downlow but someone else finds out and blabs to the higher ups causing Ben to be put on a wanted list. Of course that doesn’t end well as now any interaction Ben has with anyone for the next while gets blown out of proportion and demonized. Ben goes further into hiding due to this and now Gwen after a few years of getting close is back to square one.
Kevin: somehow instead of taking the route of bad boy he gains a sort of robinhood likeness. He steals from the rich, the rude and the authorities all together. Finding not so cynical ways to blow off steam, he rather stick it to the man or well, space police. Show them that even the broke-est of people can dispatch better justice than them. He runs into Ben semi often, they get into little spats but never far enough to do genuine damage. They both feel awful over Kevin’s unfortunate monstrous form he gained from their last true fight. Occasionally when things are dire they will fight alongside each other. Kevin was not part of the rooters plan due to being lost to them during Ben’s capture. Kevin feels sorry for the watch wearer, this is due to what the rooters put him through before tetrax stole him right from under their noses. Him and Gwen aren’t dating but she finds out through him that Ben is alive. This is of course after nearly arresting him and hearing a snide comment about how her cousin is less stuck up than her. She keeps friendly contact with Kevin after learning why he does what he does and to hopefully catch up to Ben someday.
Rook: his backstory is pretty much the same as prime but instead of simply working with the plumbers when finished his training, he is moved to work directly with the rooters after Ben is discovered to be still alive. Rook is glad to hear his idol is alive but then swiftly brought down to earth upon hearing that he is now a lowlife. Befuddled and feeling betrayed by someone he once looked up to, he works hard to hunt him down and bring him to justice. He hopes he can convince him to go willingly, maybe turn his life around. Little does he know that the ones he works for are the people he should be keeping an eye on. Him and Ben have a rough first meeting, but after countless chases, witty banter and stupid situations, they are somewhat found of one another much to both of their dismay.
Albedo: he aided tetrax is rescuing Ben from the rooters since with intended to use the watch recklessly. Even if albedo didnt agree giving a human child the watch, he knows it’s far safer in the teens hands than the plumbers. If that means having to personally teach and stick around the teen than Fine! But there’s complications when they manage to get the young teen out of their clutches, he is heavily injured and now missing many parts of his arm. What’s left seemingly is only the bones fully intact with much destruction done to the arm in an attempt to pry the watch off the host. Despite this he still attempts to keep Albedo from being harmed in their rushed escape, this earning a regreatful(he’ll never admit it) point in his book. After all that stuff. Albedo, Now left with small crew of bounty hunters, a couple stowaway amalgam teens, a really sad teen, his glowy crazy cousin and one grumpy accidentally kidnapped mindwashed rooter. To him, this sounds like the worst joke or the funniest dnd campaign, and he’s not sure which one he rather it be.
Zarro: very similar to prime but halfway through ultimate alien something in the watch goes wrong. He gets sick more often. Eventually his health deteriorates faster than before around season two of omniverse. Zscare has had enough of Ben and the meddling people he surrounds himself with. Ben becomes painting zero for a sort of ectonurite zombie apocalypse.
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chickenmetenders · 6 months ago
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2021-2023 mamiya art I never posted here. I thought i'd drawn other characters, but it's mostly just natsumiya.....
SPOILERS for the entire game + additional doodles below the cut
design sheets for the gals
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ayano girl!mamiya drawing i did in 2021 that i liked but could never figure out how to frame to look interesting
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the following is evidence that I can draw characters who are not natsumiya:
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ok back to natsumiya (and one more mina). umineko au
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ryoukiteki high school life
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beach episode outfits. these ended up being a prototype for my entry in the summer zine. natsume's wearing an asuna t-shirt (don't you think he'd be a HUGE kiriasu shipper??). sao aired in 2012... but the first season only finished december 23 2012, so he missed the last few episode. aw:(
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although i heard the second part of sao s1 is bad, so maybe it's a good thing he missed it? lol
looking back at all this art, this sure is a lot of natsume and girl!mamiya, huh...
i HAVE drawn ryou and keito, okay. you can see it in the summer zine and also the white day zine!
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