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a mother's love outweighs any malice

listen if you are able to survive mommy's murder spree just by being cute, that's a personal win

they're dumb I love them..

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Always Been You (Dick Grayson x Reader) - Chapter 1

Always Been You (Dick Grayson x Reader)Reader Insert: she/her pronouns Word Count: 3631 Warnings: death, violence, fighting, bloody wounds, angst, infuriatingly oblivious love interest, slowburn Spoilers: Young Justice Seasons 1-3 plot partially, but it ended in 2022 so catch up.

Y/N Prince - miracle daughter of Wonder Woman and Steve Trevor - and Dick Grayson - first adoptive son of the Batman himself - have been best friends since day one. They went to school together, trained together, kept each other's alter ego secret from everyone else, and they founded the Young Justice alongside their friends together. 

But as time progressed, Y/N and Dick grew up and Y/N found herself wanting more than friendship with Dick. But he never seemed to indicate that he reciprocated her feelings. And when Wally died and Dick abandoned the team, Y/N realised he never would. So she heads to the one place she knows will help her become a stronger warrior so that one day she can take her mother's place: Themyscira.

Two years after his leave, Dick reaches out to his old friends to help him with a mission. But when he finds out Y/N left too, he chases after her in the hopes to bring her back.

However, when the two finally reunite, it isn't as warm as he hopes. Not to mention Themyscira becomes under siege as they go to war against Echidna, the Mother of Monsters in Greek Mythology, and her army of monstrous children.

Will Dick and Y/N be able to put their past behind them and save the Amazonians' homeland? Or will they fall, unable to tell one another their true feelings?

~~~

(21 years old)

'All right, team,' Y/N Prince addressed her small group of young heroes. 'Good work today. Now go hit the showers and enjoy a nice quiet night in. You've earned it.'

'So crash!' Bart cried with an energetic jump. If anyone were to guess how the team's week had been solely based on Bart's energy, they would've said it had been cruisy. Not that Y/N had led a covert task force over the past week into Bialya to take down meta-human trafficking outposts.

Y/N watched with pride as Bart and Jaime bantered on their way out, followed by Stephanie and Cassie chatting excitedly about something, all the while Tim and Cassie held hands quietly. It had surprised the team a little how, out of the blue, the two of them were dating. But if Wally's death had taught them all anything, it was that time was too precious to waste in their line of work. They'd been together ever since.

Two years, Y/N mentally noted, and suddenly the adrenaline she'd been running on for the past week died as the last of the team exited the entrance chamber of the Watchtower. Exhaustion weighed down on her spent body, but an extra weight now sat in heart. Has it really been that long already?

So much had changed in that time. Like how the Young Justice began working out of the Watchtower alongside the Justice League, having both the Hall of Justice and Mount Justice destroyed by the Reach and the Light respectively. M'gann and Connor were back together, having finally gotten over their differences and accepted their mistakes. Also, Kaldur had been offered a position in the Justice League following the retirement of his king, and so Kaldur took his place as the new Aquaman in the Justice League. M'gann was promoted to new team leader, with Connor and Y/N assisting her as senior members of the team.

Some things had remained the same, however. Like the team's energy and slight dysfunction that always made Y/N feel at home. They weren't perfect, but what family ever is?

Dick was still gone. So was Artemis. She'd, understandably, retired as Green Arrow's protégé immediately after Wally's death, assuming her undercover identity Tigress instead and going off on her own. Neither had stayed in touch with anyone on the team.

You're my best friend. Always have been, always will be...

'Yeah right,' Y/N mumbled bitterly as she made her way to the conference room. No doubt that'd be where M'gann and Connor were waiting for her to debrief the mission.

Upon entering the room with the long table, she was immediately embraced by M'gann. 'Welcome back,' she said, squeezing Y/N tighter. 'We're so glad you're okay.'

Y/N smiled softly as she embraced M'gann in return. 'You ever doubted me?'

'No,' Connor answered, 'but you can never be too cautious right?'

Y/N let go of M'gann to hug Connor as well. Since getting back together, Connor wasn't as emotionally suppressed as he'd initially been. It was nice seeing him this way, more happy and free. The same effect had happened to M'gann, who (only around the team and the Justice League) revealed her white martian self proudly instead of pretending to be something she wasn't.

'You're right,' Y/N said as she released him, then the three of them took a seat to discuss the mission.

The debrief didn't take long, there wasn't much to report on as all out-posts had been hit successfully, putting Queen Bee's meta-human trafficking at least a little behind.

'It's not much, but it's the best we could do with the little information we got,' Y/N admitted. 'I dislike Queen Bee and her minions as much as the next person, but I've got to give it to her, she knows how to keep things under wraps.'

M'gann reached across from where she sat and closed her hand over Y/N's. 'Y/N, the mission was a success,' M'gann insisted. 'And what's most important is that you brought everyone home. Alive.'

Y/N heard the underlying fear in her words, the memory she was thinking of as she spoke them. Y/N twisted her hand over to clasp M'gann's in return. 'I know,' she said softly. 'But I just... we haven't so much as put a dent into the underbelly of meta-human trafficking in the two years it's been running. Somedays... Somedays I just feel so useless.'

'I know, Y/N,' Connor reassured. 'But we've just got to trust that our hard work will pay off eventually. I know it doesn't seem like much now, but every mission counts. Don't be so hard on yourself.'

Y/N withdrew her hand at the comment, hastily standing up. 'Don't be hard on myself? My mother is Wonder Woman, is the Champion of Themyscira, a World War II hero, and had already saved the world once by my age now. My father was a fighter pilot in the Iran-Iraq war and died fighting for his country,' she said angrily. 'And what am I doing? Hiding under the protection of darkness, taking out small outposts that will just be rebuilt elsewhere just as quickly? How can I not be hard on myself?'

At M'gann's taken aback expression, Y/N felt slightly guilty for raising her voice. But they just didn't understand. All her life, she'd been training and fighting for her supposed "destiny". Surely this wasn't it.

'I'm sorry,' Y/N said, forcing herself to calm down. 'I just...'

'You don't have to a apologise,' M'gann interrupted, standing and walking over to Y/N to clasp their hands together. 'After all we've done together, I understand that what we do now doesn't seem like enough. But I can tell you were made for more.'

Y/N offered her a grateful smile and M'gann let their hands drop. 'I should go. Mother and I have patrol in Washington DC tonight.'

'Already?' M'gann asked, face dropping with disappointment. 'But you just got back. Surely she knows that.'

'Unfortunately, even in the country's capital, crime never sleeps. I'm just grateful it's nothing like Gotham,' Y/N said.

'I agree,' Connor said. 'Visited there once with-' He paused for a moment, eyes growing wary as he looked between Y/N and M'gann. But Y/N already knew what he was going to say and gave him a slight nod to continue anyway. 'With Dick. We did patrol once there together. To put it simply, they're all nutcases there.'

Y/N managed an amused half-smile. 'You're not wrong there,' she said, then made her way to the door. Before she reached the doorknob, M'gann called out.

'Maybe when you're free next, you can join us for dinner at home,' she offered, her eyes hopeful as she waited Y/N's answer.

'Yeah,' she eventually answered though it wasn't as enthusiastic as she should've been. 'Yeah, that'd be nice. I'll talk to you guys soon. Don't stay up here too late.'

It had to be close to 7pm in Washington DC at least, so there weren't many people still left in the Watchtower. Just those from the League and her team that were rostered for overnight supervision. Y/N made sure to greet each person she walked by on the way to the Zeta-tubes. But just as she was about to dial in her code to leave, a resounding voice made her pause.

'Wonderess,' Kaldur called. 'Not even a hello before you head off for another mission?'

Y/N smirked as she turned back around to face the new hero of Atlantis. 'I'm sorry, Aquaman,' she said in an exaggerated tone. 'Not all of us can sit around having team parties with our Justice League buddies.'

To anyone else, it would've been taken as an insult. But Kaldur saw her humour and smiled. 'Oh is that what this is about? You know the League do more than just chit chat.'

Y/N shook her head. 'I don't know. The mess you guys left behind in the conference room before I left tells another story.'

As Kaldur approached Y/N, the sarcastic banter dropped as they both embraced each other. Kaldur had grown into a fit, muscular man, and now stood a good head taller than Y/N. His uniform was more or less the same as it had always been, except now both his arms were covered from shoulder-to-finger in gold armour. He certainly was no longer just a young lad, but the man his predecessor saw he could become.

'It is good to see you, Y/N,' Kaldur said softly as he pulled away.

'And you, old friend,' Y/N replied, a genuine smile splitting her lips.

'I heard you went into Bialyan territory,' Kaldur continued. 'I am glad to see you and the rest of the team are unharmed.'

'Well, the team are no longer just children' Y/N said, 'but it was a simple enough mission too. Nothing too dangerous.'

Kaldur's brows furrowed together as he looked over Y/N. 'I sense you are not happy with something. Wasn't the mission successful as I have heard?'

Y/N let out a soft sigh. 'It's not that I'm not happy with the mission's success. Of course I'm happy we all got home okay. I just...' She didn't really feel like explaining herself again, but Kaldur nodded in understanding.

'You feel stuck,' he finished, to which Y/N nodded in confirmation. Kaldur turned so he could look to the giant windows of the Watchtower's entrance chamber. They framed Earth in a way that made it seem both ginormous and insignificant at the same time. 'The League is in a similar position, I am afraid to admit. Some days there is progress. Other days, it feels like I wait so much I am afraid I will freeze in one spot.'

'How do you combat that?' Y/N asked.

Kaldur turned back to Y/N, his face softened with a small smile. 'I train.'

'That's it?' Y/N asked, not quite believing her friend.

He shrugged his shoulders. 'Amongst other things, yes. I train, I go home, I see my family, I laugh with my friends. I do all these things to remind myself why I am here. Why I do what I do. It sounds to me like you need to remind yourself why you are here.'

'Because of the team,' she said without hesitation. He hadn't asked a question, but she felt she needed to justify herself. 'Because I can't just desert them, not when they're working so hard.'

'And yet you feel you are not doing enough,' Kaldur countered, his teal eyes gazing hard at her. 'Why?'

Y/N opened her mouth to answer but no answer came.

'Y/N,' Kaldur continued. 'Why do you feel the need to stay when you don't want to be there?'

'I do want to stay-'

'Don't lie to me, Y/N,' Kaldur interrupted.

Y/N swallowed thickly as she looked from Kaldur, to the conference room door where M'gann and Connor still were, and back to Kaldur. Seeing no escape from his fierce questioning, she caved.

'It's not that I don't want to stay,' she admitted quietly. 'I love the kids, I love the team. I'm just... so tired, Kaldur. Of doing the same thing week in and week out and getting nowhere. But if I leave, I don't want the team to think I'm abandoning them. Not like-'

Y/N bit her lip at the thought of him. No, she wouldn't leave. She just wouldn't.

Kaldur pressed his lips into a firm line. 'Dick needed to reforge his own path. He was grieving in his own way.'

'Well I was grieving, too,' Y/N countered, a sudden surge of anger flaring up inside her. How dare Kaldur defend Dick. 'And I had to get on with my life because the team needed me. We needed him, Kaldur. I needed him, and he just left.'

Y/N bowed her head to collect her thoughts and calm down. That's two friends she had yelled at for no reason. Before she could apologise though, Kaldur placed a hand on her shoulder, and she raised her head to find him looking directly into her eyes.

'I cannot say I am not also disappointed in our friend,' Kaldur admitted sadly. 'I did not expect him to become so closed off for so long. But you've helped rebuild this team from the grief and pain it experienced when Wally died. I think you've earned the right to decide where you go from here, Y/N, without feeling guilty or selfish if your wish is not to stay with the team. In my opinion, you were made for more than this.'

'That's funny,' Y/N said in a flat voice. 'You're the second person today to tell me that.'

'Maybe because it is true,' Kaldur said sincerely. 'You know you still have a place in the Justice League whenever you'd like to join us. I would be honoured and happy to fight alongside a warrior such as yourself again. It would be like old times.'

Y/N offered a grateful smile as she patted Kaldur's hand that still rested on her shoulder. 'Thanks Kaldur, but I'm not ready for that just yet. Besides, you don't need two Amazonians running the show. And let's be real, we would so be in charge of you boys.'

The two shared quiet laughter as Kaldur's hand retuned to his side. 'Very well, then. So what will your decision be, Wonderess?'

Y/N looked to the Earth and space beyond it once more. Her heart and head were tearing her in two. She truly loved being a part of the team, but something inside her agreed with M'gann and Kaldur. Surely she was meant for more. But what exactly that was, she had to go find out.

'I think you're right, Kaldur,' she finally said, turning back to face her friend. 'I think I need to remind myself why I am here in the first place. And that comes from knowing who I am to begin with.'

Kaldur's face pinched in slight confusion. 'I'm sorry, but I do not follow.'

Y/N didn't answer straight away. Instead, she turned to dial in her code to exit the Watchtower. 'B-00: Wonderess,' the computer announced as the Zeta-tube activated.

She then finally turned back to Kaldur. 'I need to know where I've been to then know where I will go,' she said. 'I need to go back to where it all started.'

'And where's that?' Kaldur asked.

'With my mother,' she answered, then spared him one last sweet smile. 'Tell M'gann and Connor and the team I'm sorry.'

Kaldur looked as if he wanted to say something, ask more questions. But Kaldur was always more insightful than the rest of their group. He didn't always need an explanation. He just somehow knew, and so Y/N was grateful when he accepted her words with a simple nod of his head.

'Be safe, dear friend,' he said in farewell. 'May destiny be kind to you, wherever it leads you.'

Y/N nodded her appreciation and entered the Zeta-tube. It was always a weird sensation travelling by Zeta-tube, like a million light pricks into every part of the body. Thankfully the trip was quick to the Zeta tube depot in Washington DC, with Y/N walking out of an abandoned janitor's closest in the post office down the road from her apartment.

She smiled and waved down to civilians as she flew over the busy streets, but she flew as fast as she could to the meeting point.

Her mother casually sat atop the Washington Monument as Y/N approached, floating just in front of her. 'I was starting to worry you had gotten caught in Bialya,' Diana joked as she stood to greet her daughter. 'Welcome home, my daughter.'

'Good to see you, Mother,' Y/N said, and the two briefly embraced.

'Now that you're here,' Diana said, prepping to take off for the usual patrol, 'why don't we get going.'

'Actually, Mother, there is something I wanted to talk to you about first,' Y/N interrupted.

Diana raised an eyebrow. 'Really? And what would that be?'

Y/N took a deep breath in before she spoke the words. But when she did, she had never been more sure. 'I want you to take me back to your home. To Themyscira.'

~~~

Since she was a little girl, Y/N had heard hundreds of stories from her mother about the homeland of the Amazons. How beautiful it was with its architecture, its nature, and the women who ruled the island. She'd always dreamed of someday going there, but her mother said it was impossible to find it.

Except she failed to mention that despite leaving the island and forgetting where it was located, Diana had been gifted a compass that would always lead her back home, but only if she used it. It would not work without Amazonian hands.

So after all the storytelling and all the dreaming, nothing came close to actually witnessing Themyscira in the flesh.

Y/N stood speechless on the beach, looking up at the steps that led up to the first level of the city that seemed to climb higher and higher towards the sky. It was something out of the Ancient Greek text books Diana used to make Y/N read as a child, but even more fantastical and wondrous.

It wasn't just the visuals, though. Since the Invisible Jet broke through the barrier that hid Themyscira, Y/N had felt a pull of sorts towards the island. Now that she stood on its soil, she felt a warm energy wash over her, strengthen her, pull her into its embrace as if to say, Welcome home at last.

An entourage of women in red leather slitted skirts, plated tops, and armour while holding spears followed behind a woman dressed in white and purple robes. Ebony hair billowed out behind her golden leaf crown, the grey strands in between looking more silver as they caught the midday sun.

Y/N knew immediately who she was. Hippolyta, Queen of the Amazons. Her grandmother.

As Hippolyta approached Y/N and Diana, she opened her arms to take her daughter's face into her hands. 'Diana,' she said, bringing her lips to her daughter's forehead in a simple kiss. 'Welcome home.'

'Thank you, Mother,' Diana said, and Y/N could tell by her mother's smile that she was joyous to be home. 'I'm sorry it took me so long.'

'Do not worry about that, child,' Hippolyta reassured. 'You are here now.'

She then looked over to Y/N, and for some reason Y/N straightened up, flattened out her Wonderess uniform, made sure her hair was tucked behind her headband. Y/N was briefly taken back to the time she (consciously) remembered meeting her grandparents on her father's side. All dressed up so as to make a good impression.

Y/N held her breath as Hippolyta walked slowly over to her, grey eyes scanning every inch of Y/N's figure in silence. When she'd done a cursory glance, she then stepped closer and took Y/N's face into her hands. Y/N was unable to look away from Hippolyta as the older woman caressed and poked and prodded at her features.

At last, Hippolyta stopped and her hands dropped to Y/N's shoulders. A kind, joyous smile graced the older woman's features. 'You have my daughter's eyes,' she said quietly, as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing. 'So kind and forthright. What is your name child?'

'Y/N Prince,' Y/N managed to get out once she caught her breath. 'Daughter of Steve Trevor...' Her gaze flickered to her mother, and the two shared a smile. '...and Diana Prince, Princess of Themyscira.'

Y/N looked back to see Hippolyta tearing up as realisation finally hit her. 'I have a granddaughter,' she said as she finally embraced Y/N completely, to which Y/N reciprocated and the entourage of Amazonians cheered and smashed their shields with their spears in celebration.

Hippolyta let go of Y/N to clasp one of her hands as she went to grab her daughter's hand. She then turned the three of them to face the crowd. 'My daughter and your champion, and my granddaughter have come home!'

More cheers erupted.

'Let us prepare a feast in their honour,' Hippolyta continued, and when the crowd began to disperse, she turned to Diana and Y/N to speak more quietly. 'I am sure you have both come here for a reason, and not just to say hello.'

'You are correct, Mother,' Diana said. 'It seems as though I have neglected our origins as Amazonians for too long and can no longer teach Y/N our ways.'

'I wish to learn who I am,' Y/N added. 'I wish to know where I come from, so that I may know where I must go next.'

'And how long do you believe that will take?' Hippolyta asked.

'As long as it takes,' Y/N answered, more certain than ever before. 'I don't care what I must do, Your Majesty. I will follow your guidance, as my mother once did.'

Hippolyta considered Y/N for a moment, then spared Diana an impressed smirk. 'Well, you taught her one thing, Diana.'

'What's that mother?' Diana asked.

'Your steadfast stubbornness.' Hippolyta looked back to Y/N. 'Very well, granddaughter. You will train among the other warriors. I just hope you know it won't be as easy as you might think.'

'Trust me,' Y/N replied, 'I'm hoping it isn't.'

Hippolyta's smile widened and her eyes sparkled with excitement. 'That attitude is already a good start. Come, we will talk of this later. First, let us celebrate this homecoming.'

That night Y/N ate and drank and danced among women like her, some older, some younger, some taller, some stronger. And she had never felt more at home, more recognised and celebrated. She'd had her doubts if she had made the right decision, but now she had no doubt.

She was where she belonged.

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Hii I was wondering if you could write a Steve Harrington x Henderson!reader where she’s like 2 or 3 years younger than him and she’s in love with him and he knows about it but he pushes her away because of the age gap but when they’re in the upside down she gets hurt and he freaks out and they have an argument and he realizes his feelings for her. Sorry if it’s confusing :) she/her pronouns please

I am so sorry this took me so long! I’m already a perfectionist and then i’m even worse when it comes to requests because i’m scared of disappointing people that request things. I hope you enjoy and thank you for the request and being patient!

Bloodshed, Crimson Clover | s.h x fem!reader

content: angsty, mentions of unrequited feelings, reader is 20 and steve is 22, blood/injuries, the upside down, mentions of death, happy ending!, henderson!reader(i made reader adopted so that way there’s no indication that she has to resemble dustin) 

Word count: 2.3k

What is it that causes such an incessant need for someone’s validation? Especially when that person has never even given you an inkling of recognition. 

Is it low self-esteem? Is it to fill a void? Or is it because your “adorable”, “genius” younger brother overshadowed you for the majority of your life? 

If you would get a B+ on a test, Dustin would come home and say he got the highest grade in his class. When you got your driver's license, Dustin had just invented one of his gadgets. Those were just two examples out of many instances. 

You know it was never intentional or malicious. You considered him to be your best friend and your mom always talks about how excited you were about having a baby brother. You were adopted as a baby, but biology never mattered much to you. Your mom was your mom and your brother was your brother. No ands, ifs, or buts about it. 

Your issue with approval didn’t start until your freshman year of high school. When you met him. 

Steve Harrington, to be specific. 

It’s cliche, right? The quiet girl who’s a bit of a loner having a huge, almost embarrassing, crush on the popular guy who practically runs the school. 

Much like the rest of the girls, you fell victim to the fascination of Steve. 

As expected, he never paid much attention to you. There was a time period during sophomore year that he would occasionally copy off your tests in science class. He tried to be subtle about it, but that only made it more obvious. It never bothered you, though. It made you feel special, however silly that sounds. 

Then, the unthinkable happened. your little brother, who was still in middle school at the time, befriended Steve. 

To say it was mind boggling would be an understatement. 

Here you were, spending your first two years of high school trying to get his attention, and out of the blue Steve drives Dustin to a school dance. Ever since then, he became a glorified babysitter and mentor to Dustin. Even now, after all these years since Dustin has grown up, their relationship remained the same. 

“I’m always gonna look out for you, buddy” you once overheard Steve say to your brother, making your heart swell. 

You thought for sure this was going to be your chance to get closer to Steve, maybe you’d be lucky enough for him to fall for you the way you fell for him. A silly school girl crush had turned into a pining, unrequited mess. You felt like a fool the way you would try and put yourself out there, only for him to drift further and further from you. 

“Hey, Steve, wanna watch a movie after you drop Dustin off at the arcade?” you’d ask and he’d reply “Sorry, I can’t. Gotta do laundry tonight” or some other half-assed excuse and pity smile to try and let you down easily. 

The way you acted was cumbersome. Laughing at his jokes too loudly when they weren’t even really that funny, putting on your best outfit when you knew he was coming over, and baking him cookies as a ‘thank you’ for taking care of Dustin. You weren’t subtle about your crush, making it even worse that the feelings weren’t reciprocated. 

At first, you chalked it up to being a sophomore while he was a senior, then being a junior once he graduated. After that, you blamed nothing but yourself. Were you not pretty enough? Not funny enough? Not good enough? Too upfront with how you felt? Too desperate?

The same questions run around your mind almost every night before you fall asleep, hoping that one day maybe it’ll hit him that he wants you just as much or maybe you’ll wake up one day and be over him, which is the more likely option. 

At least it was, until tonight. 

_

“Jesus christ, y/n, you could’ve gotten yourself killed!” Steve reprimands for what feels like the thousandth time. His arm supports your waist as your arm is wrapped around his shoulders as you walk into his house.

“So you’ve said” you grunt, barely audible due to the fact you feel like you won’t make it if you use up all your energy to speak. 

_

A gate had opened to the upside down, which you only learned about two years ago. You all thought the gate was closed for good, but alternate dimensions seem to be a bit unpredictable. 

You refused to let Dustin go with you and Steve agreed. Both of you had one thing in common; you’d do anything to protect him. It was only you and Steve that had gone and it wasn’t exactly how you pictured having alone time with him. 

After what felt like hours of going in circles, you strayed from him in an attempt to find your way out and then planned to go back to him then lead the way back home. Steve ran after you, but ended up losing you. 

All of the sudden, the weirdest looking creature you’d ever seen came out of nowhere, scratching and biting at you. You fought hard, finally grabbing hold of your weapon and killing whatever the hell was trying to kill you. 

You laid there for what felt like an eternity, covered in blood with blurry vision and the feeling of slipping away from your body. 

“Oh my god, y/n!” you had heard him shout and he sounded like he was a million miles away. “Nonono, what happened?” he kneeled on the ground, hands flew to try your wounds to try and stop the bleeding

“I tripped” you attempted to joke, hissing in pain when you let out a small chuckle. He didn’t laugh, though. Didn’t even crack a smile. He just looked at you with wide, concerned eyes. “I’m gonna help you stand, okay?”

“I-I c-can’t” you began to sob. “It hurts so bad, Steve”

“I know, I know, but we gotta get you out of here. I’m gonna clean you up and make you feel better, but you gotta stand up” He tries to help you up, but you can’t do it. “Just leave me. You need to get out of here. Please don’t make me move, please” you beg. 

“I can’t lose you, y/n. We can’t lose you. Think about Dustin and your mom and your friends a-and me” you swear it sounds like he’s choking on a sob. What does he mean he can’t lose you? You barely mutter out an ‘okay’ and muster up all of your energy to move. 

Somehow, you escape the hellhole and you don’t remember how you make it back to his house, but you do. You’re battered and bruised, but you're safe with Steve’s arm around you, nonetheless. You’re gonna have to find a way to send the weirdest thank you note to that demonic creature. 

_

Steve runs around the bathroom frantically, gathering every possible first-aid item as you sit on the sink counter. 

“We gotta get you cleaned up first, alright?’’ you give a small nod and he turns the shower on before rushing out of the bathroom, going as quickly as he can so you aren’t left alone too long. 

“Here take these pain pills” he says when he returns, handing you the pills and water. “And I’m gonna put this stool in the shower so you can sit down, okay? Oh, and here are some clean clothes and towels” he’s talking so fast, still in a panic. “M’gonna be fine, Steve. Don’t freak out”

“Can you, um, get undressed by yourself?” he asks, avoiding eye contact. “mhmm” you respond and he helps you down from the counter. “I’m gonna be right outside that door. Let me know when you’re dressed” 

Steve shuts the door behind him and sits on the floor right outside, just like he said he’d do. 

The hot water bites at your wounds, blood and dirt flow down the drain and you can’t stop the tears that start to burst. You almost died tonight, but Steve saved you. He’s still saving you. 

His words echo throughout your mind. “I can’t lose you’’ he had said. Did you hallucinate or something? Did he actually say that? 

On the other side of the door, Steve sits with his head in his hands and trying to quiet his sobs. He’s seen and experienced things unimaginable, but the image of you lying on the ground almost lifeless makes him sick. He thought you were already dead. The feeling of his heart dropping to his stomach hasn’t gone away. 

Steve has never thought of a world without you in it and now that he has, regrets swirl in his head. 

He remembers you in high school. The introverted girl with an obvious crush on him that he never thought twice about because let's be honest, he was no stranger to girls being attracted to him. At the time, Steve only thought of you as the girl two years younger than him who would get flustered everytime he sat next to her in science class.

 As time went on, he knew your feelings never went away, but it took him almost losing you to realize how he feels about you. A world without you in it would be a world not worth being a part of. 

Steve hears the shower turn off and your groan as you get dressed. He quickly wipes his tears and tries to compose himself. 

“Steve” you mutter, voice meek. “Are you dressed?” he asks. “yeah. Can you help me now, please?” he’s never opened a door faster in his life.

Despite the look of defeat on your face, you still look beautiful. Especially in his clothes. 

“Can you sit on the counter?” he asks and you hoist yourself up with a grunt. “I’m gonna lift up your shirt then clean the wounds with rubbing alcohol. Might sting a little” he informs you. 

When the alcohol hits your wounds, you grab Steve’s shoulder and squeeze. “sorry” you mutter. “s’fine. I know this hurts. I don’t mind” he assures you. “If you wanna talk as a distraction, that’s fine. It’s helped me in the past” he suggests. 

“What did you mean when you said you couldn’t lose me?” you ask, getting straight to the point.

“I don’t think i said that” he lies. “you did” you counter. “I said everyone else couldn’t lose you” he responds. He’s too scared to tell you how he really feels, even after all this. “Are you really going to argue with a dying person?” “You aren’t dying. You’re fine”

“Then why were you crying?” you argue. “I wasn’t. I’m tired” he lies again. “You’re impossible” you scoff. “I’m impossible? You’re the idiot who ran away and almost got killed!” he exclaims. “I was trying to find a way home!” you defend yourself and he rolls his eyes. 

He stops cleaning your wounds to look at you. “And how did that go? You do understand that you almost died, don’t you? It was so fucking stupid”

“Then why didn’t you just leave me like I asked you to?’

“Dustin would never forgive me” he states. “Is that all?” he hesitates for a second

“Yes” 

“Tell me the truth” you demand. “That is the truth,” he insists. “I don’t believe you”

“Fuck, y/n! What do you want me to say? That if I lost you I would never fucking recover? That if I had to go the rest of my life without hearing the way you laugh, I’d never smile again? Or do you wanna know that the thought of you being gone would kill me and I would never forgive myself. Ever” 

“Don’t say that if you don’t mean it or ‘cause you know that’s just wanna hear” you look down at your lap and a tear falls down your cheek. “I’m not and I hate that this is what it took for me to realize that I lo-” he stops himself and you look up at him with wide eyes. “Do you really feel that way?” you whisper and he nods, huffing out a sigh. 

“Can you kiss me?”

“I will once I put the bandages on. I promise” he swears “They can wait. I’ve been waiting for five years”

He rests his hand on your cheek and you try to lean in, but whimper in pain when you move. “Sit still, baby. Let me take care you”

Steve Harrington just called you ‘baby’. If you found out you died and went to heaven, you wouldn’t be surprised. 

Steve leans in slowly, pressing kisses to the corners of your lips before fully placing his lips on yours. You sigh into the kiss, feeling the weight of a thousand pounds being lifted off of you. His lips are as soft as you imagined they would be and his hand that cradles your face makes you feel safer than you’ve ever been. 

“I love you” he whispers against your lips “I love you, too. I always have” 

“Way to one up me” he teases. “You better get used to it ‘cause you loooovvvee me” 

“Yeah, I do, so you don’t have to write sad love poems in your diary anymore”

“You read those?!” you gasp and he laughs. “Dustin told me about them. They sounded like shakespeare, you should write a damn book or something”

“Shut up and kiss me again”

He kisses you again and again, only stopping to finish tending to your wounds. When you start to cry over the scars you’re gonna have, he promises that he’s going to kiss and adore them for the rest of your lives. You don’t doubt him for a second

Tonight was equally the worst and best night of your life, but you’d do it all over again for him in a heartbeat.

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thank you for reading!

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[jonquilyst]

Briar Vinca for @ethicaltreatmentofcowplants' Simply Lilac BC

Contestant

Name: Briar Vinca (Brai-err Veen-kuh) Age Group: YA (about the same age as Lilac) Pronouns: She/Her Orientation: Pansexual Hometown: Henford-On-Bagley Occupation: Florist Skills: Gardening and basic cooking Traits: Lazy, Green Fiend, Vegetarian Aspiration: Eco Innovator Life State: Human Likes: Gardening, Spirited Sims, Small Talk, Blue, Green, Pink, Nature Enthusiasts, Singing, Affection, Deep Thoughts, Discussing Hobbies, Discussing Interests, Family-Motivated Sims, Homebody Sims, Singer-Songwriter Music, Cottagecore Music, Romance Music, Pop Music Dislikes: Fitness, Potty Humor, Deception, Arguments, Gossip, Argumentative Sims, Emotional Decision-Makers, METAL MUSIC, Electronica Music, DJ Booth Music, Alternative Music Gifts: A finished cross-stitch piece (1), A painting (2), any flower (3) Misc: A nerd about flowers. She is very knowledgable in flowering plant biology

In Depth: Briar is an environment-conscious florist who was born, raised, and still a current resident of Henford-on-Bagley. She was adopted by a pair of mothers, Estelle Vinca and Madelynn Goth (yes, a descendant of the Goth family). She has an older brother named Oakley, who is a science baby born from Estelle and Madelynn's genetics. He is now a professional mixologist and a seasoned bowler living in Chestnust Ridge, but he and Briar grew up together in the most rural part of Henford-on-Bagley: The Bramblewood. Their mothers ran a farm there (both with crops and livestock) and it was this farm that Briar grew to love gardening and plants. She's not as good as Estelle (who upkept the garden), but she's learning the ropes! Briar is now living in Finchwick, but she's still very much a country girl and loves her life in Henford-on-Bagley. Briar cares a lot about climate change and wants to help save the environment. She makes sure she's wearing ethically-made clothing and one of the reasons why she's living in Finchwick is to be walking-distance from the stores, no car needed! She's also vegetarian by choice because she grew up surrounded by animals and doesn't like the thought of eating meat (though she is ok with consuming things like eggs and dairy as long as they were ethically produced). Briar wants to take her shot at the BC because she thinks she and Lilac have a lot in common, and also because she grew up simple-living her entire life because of her remote upbringing. Therefore she doesn't think the simple-living will be much of a challenge for her

Other: She's my Gen 7 spare of my Vinca legacy and is the niece of Lucian!

Watcher

Are you comfortable with your pixel person:

Flirting with other contestants? (The bachelorette will have the ‘player’ trait cheated and her boundaries set to no jealousy, so it will not impact your sim’s relationship with her.) [Yes]

WooHooing other contestants? [Yes]

Flirting with/and or woohooing NPCs?  [Yes]

Flirting with the host?  [Yes]

Changes to traits via gameplay prompts? (ie. Evil to Good, depending on what your Sim does, or adding traits)  [Yes]

(Humans Only) Becoming an occult?  [No, I'd like her to remain human please ^^]

(Werewolves Only) The Fated Mate mechanic? (If a werewolf ends up winning the challenge, I will cheat out that sentiment)  [N/A]

[spicerackofblorbos]

Epilogue

☾ Pairings ➼ Levi Ackerman x fem!mute!Reader (she/her pronouns), set in a modern semi-fictional world

☾ Summary ➼ Due to childhood trauma, you find yourself an adult without the ability to speak. After years of working on it, you have found ways to live without a voice. Now here in your late 20s, you are 5 months in getting used to a new town. On a fateful day in late November, you and your adopted sister visit a local bookstore-café, unaware of the friendships about to blossom. Throughout the months, one friendship in particular develops into something more.

☾ Content/Warnings ➼ fluff, slowburn, oblivious feelings, romance, angst, mention of minor character deaths, trauma, illness, adoption, mentions of fire, disabilities, alcohol use, very light nsfw mentions, references to child abuse, smoking and alcohol abuse mentions, domestic violence, light assault, eventual smut

☾ Author's note ➼ Heeeeyy I'm back. If you haven't had an eye on my masterlist for Unspoken Words, you might have missed that I've been working on an epilogue. SURPRISE. If you have, then here it is lol. I am OFFICIALLY done with UW and I'm so sad about it. ALSO for some reason my tumblr app hates me and any time I italicize a line, it italicizes the entire paragraph and I have no idea why. As always, the sign language lines are marked with ' and speaking lines marked with ".

Thank you to anyone who has taken time out of their lives to read my "little" story. I enjoyed writing about this little world and I could not be happier to know that most of you liked reading it. I appreciate you more than you know. Can you believe this is around 100k words? Crazy. Anyways, I'm gonna go write some more, I'll see ya around! <3

☾ Word Count ➼ ~4k

Reddish-orange leaves dance in a unique ballet number past the window you were currently staring out of. You can't keep your fingers from picking at the sleeves of your wool sweater as you wait for your speech therapist to come and get you from the semi-quiet lobby. The only noises you hear comes from the reception desk and the TV mounted opposite of the couch you were waiting on. The weather channel calls for a beautiful weekend with warmer than usual temperatures – which is good considering Halloween is tomorrow.

A side door leading to the back offices opens up, and your name is called from a stout brunette woman with large rimmed glasses and a kind smile. She holds it open as she beckons you forward, and you don't hesitate to smile back as you pick up your bag and make your way through the door and down the familiar hall on her heels.

You’ve been seeing Dr. Boreal for about almost two years now. You started speech therapy shortly after starting trauma therapy – something they had recommended. You weren't quick to decline the suggestion, but you'd be lying if you said you had ever thought about taking back your speech. Some time in your youth, you just assumed it was gone forever. That it was something that couldn't be fixed.

According to Dr. Foust, your trauma therapist, the speech block was mental. Therefore, it was something that could be explored and possibly broken through.

When he had said that, you had newfound hope and suddenly a silent goal to work towards.

It's like clockwork the way you stepped into Dr. Boreal's navy blue office, stepping over to the right and onto the plush cream colored couch meant just for patients. On the walls of her office sits multiple picture frames and motivational posters, all with smiles and bright colors. Her dark curtains sit parted, letting in the afternoon autumn sun that hits the wall next to you. You watch as she grabs the folder with your name on it before sitting in her large red chair and smiling over to you.

“So, how have you been? How was your trip with Levi?”

‘I’m doing well. And It was lovely! You were right, too. The road to Trost is gorgeous this time of year and the trees! So pretty.’ You think back at the little vacation Levi took you on just a week ago. He had taken the scenic route to the little town that you and he had rented a cabin in.

The leaves were at the end of their life and littered the ground wherever you went, crunching underneath your boots. Between the intimate moments and crisp atmosphere, it really was a magical time. Levi practically had to drag you back home.

On the way out, Levi found this adorable tea shop. It's not easy finding a place that made tea as well as he did, and of course he didn't say anything, but you could tell how much he enjoyed it. You won't soon forget the content on his normally stoic face. That reminds you of the little package snuggled in your purse so you reach down into it to pull out a small, rectangular tin.

‘I got this for you.’ You beam at her as you hand it over gently.

“Cranberry autumn tea?” She inspects the wording on the metal, hazel eyes glittering gold in the sunlight that reflects off the container. Her eyes shift to you as a grateful smile lights up her weathered face. “Oh you sweet thing, thank you so much. But you shouldn't have.”

‘As thanks for dealing with me.’ You laugh softly, leaning back into the plush couch.

“You know it's no problem. Even if I wasn't paid, I'd still enjoy your company.” She waves dismissively after setting her gift down on the table in front of her. “So, let's see where we left off last time.”

You pick at the edges of your sleeves once again as you watch her find the right place in her notes. Dr. Boreal is one of the kindest people you've had the pleasure of being around. Though she was being paid to help you, she always did so much more. She was patient with you when you struggled to get past certain goals, and when your voice hurt after a grueling session she would bring you herbal tea with honey to smooth the pain. Levi joked that you liked her tea more than his to which you always rolled your eyes at.

“Well you have made outstanding progress. Of course, there is still plenty we still need to work on. But you're doing well.” She looks down at her papers as she talks, the scratch of her pen fills the silence after she finishes. She looks back up to you. “Have you shown anyone your progress yet?”

Those around you are aware of your long journey through therapy. They even celebrated with you after one year - Hange's idea of course. Your sister couldn't hold it in when you had told them of the progress you've made and the goals you were looking forward to completing in the oncoming sessions.  

What they didn't know was that you were even in speech therapy, and how far in your speech recovery you were. Keeping it secret from Levi was getting harder with every passing week.

‘No, but I plan to soon, I promise.’ You pinch your lips together in a grimace. This has been a threat for the last 6 months but truthfully, you've been too scared to tell anyone. No, not scared. Nervous.

“Well, you know my stance on that. I’m sure they're going to be ecstatic, when you're ready to do so.” Dr. Boreal sets out a recorder to let you hear your voice the way she does, a tool you both found the most helpful when it came to fixing the areas that needed the most work. “Enough of that though, are you ready to start?”

With a confident smile, you open your mouth to speak.

.

A few hours later, you find yourself home and in the kitchen with your mind in another dimension. You’re currently plating up a vegetable tray on a tupperware platter as autumnal lofi weaves through the room from the speakers behind you. You’re so focused on arranging your sliced up miscellaneous veggies that you don't hear the metal key in the front door and the light footsteps of your boyfriend coming home for the evening.

“Hey.” Levi mutters from behind you, snaking his arms around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder to look at what you're doing – not without difficulty, of course. You jump at his sudden proximity causing you to drop the chosen dipping sauces in the middle of the platter, disturbing the once perfect arrangement.

There's a soft sigh from you, but you feel the giddiness at the expected company fluttering in your stomach. Even after a few years, he still gives you that effect. You twist in his arms to face him, and his gray eyes are downturned in concern.  

“Are you okay? Was therapy too much today?” He lessens his grip on you so you can pull your hands up to sign.

Levi Ackerman’s raven hair is slicked back from him running his fingers through it, and the way that it stayed put and the sheen on the strands, you can tell it must be raining. You've been so fixated on making sure it looked good that you hadn't even noticed. His gaze stares into yours as he searches for what might be bothering you, so you give him a reassuring smile.

‘No, it was actually really good. She said I've made a lot of progress.’

“That's good. Did you come home late, or have you been working on this tray the whole time?” He glances over your shoulder at the vegetables now thrown about on the counter.

‘Yes and no. I decided to run by the farmers market for more options. But they didn't have anything we didn't already have.’ You explain, shrugging your shoulders.

The afternoon sun was so nice on your face that you would have been a fool to not take advantage of it - and it's a good thing you did. Your eyes slide to the water droplets that drip down on the outside of the living room windows.

“Hm. Well we need to leave for Hange's party soon and you're not dressed. Let me finish this for you and you go get ready.” He leans in to kiss your forehead before unraveling his arms and pushing you in the direction of the bedroom. You only roll your eyes but make your way to the back as he asked.

Hange's Halloween Bash is something they have been planning for about a year. The moment the decorations went on sale last winter, she snatched up what she could. She said something about starting a new tradition for her friends turned family. Levi wasn't as excited about the prospect of such a social gathering but you were, and that was enough to get him to go.

Not only were you able to get him to go, you were also able to talk him into dressing up with you.  

In front of the mirror, you finish tying up a black corset that wraps around your waist. It helps form-fit the blue long sleeve dress that drops down to your bare ankles with your pair of flats completing the look. You were almost ready – all that was left was the big blue bow that you pinned to the back of your head as best you could. You suppose for a makeshift Ariel, this would do just fine. You almost chuckle at the irony of the characters you suggested to Levi a month ago.

A girl who can't talk and a prince that loved her despite it.

You do a small twirl in the mirror to make sure everything looks right. You almost jump out of your skin at the sudden sight of the person standing in the doorway. Levi leans against the door frame, the corner of his mouth twitching into a small smirk. His hands are in the pockets of his work clothes as he watches you intently, taking in the sight of you. With a hand over your heart, you give him a small frown.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you.” He doesn't sound sorry at all.

‘You are too quiet for your own good. One day you're going to scare me so bad that I'm going to punch you.’ You shake your head but smile anyways. You make your way to the closet to pull out Levi's costume for the night, making sure to grab the red waist sash that threatens to fall to the floor.

“You keep saying that.” He takes the hanger from you but not before leaning in to give you a chaste kiss. With a small laugh, you head out of the bedroom and down the hall back to the kitchen.

On your way there, you take a moment to glance at the framed photographs on the walls. Levi made sure to hang up the pictures he took from his apartment that he shared with Erwin as soon as you both moved in.

There was the one of him, Furlan, and Isabel as well as the one of him and Erwin on graduation day though Levi had persisted with Erwin to keep the latter. His blonde and blue eyed friend told him to take it as he had plenty more photos of the two he could hang up. That didn’t make Levi feel any better and it makes you wonder what photos Levi might be hiding from you.

Dispersed in between those are ones of you and Hange, and some with your shared circle of friends. The last one frames three photo strips next to each other. The first one is from your first Sakura Festival a few years ago where you sat on Levi's lap – both red faced and unaware of the extent of your affections for each other.

The other two are from the same photo booth, taken from the previous and current year. With each year, the smiles and looks of adoration grew. Both, luckily, were without the presence of your sister and Erwin. Surprisingly, it wasn't your idea to go back. As much as Levi did his best to hide his sentimental side, it was always present.  

When you get to the kitchen counter, you see the platter rearranged and closed up with the matching plastic lid. It looks perfect, even better than when you took a crack at it. You also see two cups of tea on the counter, both with steam rising up and dancing in the kitchen lights before dissipating into the air.

With a grin, you reach over to grab what you can only assume is yours based on the light color of your tea then walk around the island to sit on the bar stool, leaning on the counter with the mug in both hands. After your first sip, you sigh happily. It was one of the new teas Levi had brought back from the trip because he couldn't get enough of it. Earthy with hints of floral notes, topped with a citrusy zing.

When you start to wonder if Levi was okay, your eyes catch movement in the hallway. You watch Levi struggle with his sash, the soft grumbling of his irritation coming from under his breath as he tugs on it. Sometimes you never realize how hard it is to do something with less than the normal amount of fingers until it's forced upon you. Of course, Levi was never one to ask for help even after all these years.

Without a second thought, you stand up and make your way over to him. He doesn't fight as you take the fabric from his fingers and tighten it from the back. Tucked into the sash is a white blouse, loose enough to billow in the evening breeze. Black pants and matching boots fit snug against his lower half. When you're done, you turn him to face you to inspect the whole ensemble. With his hair properly slicked back, he was the perfect Prince Eric.

‘You look rather dashing, you know that?’

“Tch.” He rolls his eyes at you, but there's not a trace of annoyance radiating off of him. As much as he hates it, he loves you and would do anything you asked – within reason.

‘Are you almost ready to go?’

“In a few, I didn't just brew this for nothing.” He makes his way to the counter to grab his mug and instead of sitting, he stands propped up against the counter like you were but with his phone in hand.

“Your sister wants to know if you want apple juice or apple cider.” He mutters, his gray eyes flicking up over to you as you make your way over to the seat you were just at to finish your own cup. “Both, right?”

‘How did you know?’ You laugh, but nod in agreement. You watch as his fingers type away, the clicking of the keys filling back empty space. There's barely any sunlight coming through the closed blinds signifying that nightfall was almost here. You just now noticed Levi had gone ahead and turned off everything for you while you were getting ready.

The gut feeling you felt last week is back. There was a moment when Levi drove through the rolling hills, the golden rays of sunset lighting up his face. A moment of peace that washed over you as his soft gaze flitted over to you in the passenger seat for only a second, one hand on the wheel and the other on your thigh.

With a nervous sigh, you reach over and pull down his phone with one finger to get his attention. Instantly he looks at you with worry, his mouth downturned.

“Are you okay?”

‘I bet you love me.’

His eyebrows raise, a little surprised at your random question – at something so obvious that he worries even more that something is wrong.

“What’s this about?”

‘Humor me. I bet you love me.’

“You bet right.” He draws out, confusion lacing his tone. 

‘You have to answer a question now. Since I was right.’

“What do you want to know that you don’t already?” His eyes roll at you again, but he sets his phone and mug down and leans over on his elbows to watch you intently.

‘It’s a simple but very important question, I promise.’

“Tch, okay. Hit me.”

Your eyes are suddenly fixated on the fridge to the right of you, the heat of his stare making you shy. For a split second, you almost chicken out. With your heart in your throat, you feel as if you're going to choke as your pulse quickens. Can you do this? Were you ready for this? You were quite tired after today, maybe it's best saved for another day. These thoughts race loudly in your head, but the moment you look back up to meet Levi's gaze, they cease to a quiet murmur.

No, you're ready. And you can do this.

With your fingers laced together, you rest your chin on them and continue to look up at Levi's perplexed expression. Your mouth opens and closes a few times before you're finally able to find your voice.

“Will… you marry… me, Levi?” Your voice is scratchy despite the honey tea you drank after your session. It's rough, and to you it's far from pretty. But the change in expression on Levi's face is almost worth it as he stares at you dazed. It's almost funny to see the physical reaction of his brain comprehending what just happened, like a computer crashing and rebooting.

He's reaching over the counter suddenly and cupping your face in his calloused hands. He holds you there as his wide eyes bounce back and forth between yours. You fight back a laugh, your lips pinched together and quivering.

“Do that again. Say my name again.” The urgency in his voice is palpable.

“L…” You take a deep breath and close your eyes, trying to find your voice yet again. It's hard, but you try again anyway. “Levi.” It comes out brittle this time, leaving an uncomfortable pain in its wake.

“How did this happen?” His own voice sounds a little higher than before, and you have to bite back another laugh.

‘I've been working on it alongside my sessions with Foust.’ You've met your vocal quota for the day. Levi's hands stay cupped around your cheeks and he pulls you in until his soft lips touch yours again. Your eyes flutter closed as you kiss him back, feeling the weight of your anxiety lift off your shoulders in an instant.

When he pulls away, his stare is conflicted and before you know it, he's released you and whips around the corner down the hallway. Dread inches its way into your chest where the anxiety was before as you realize he never answered your question. Did he need a moment? Did he even hear what you asked? The shock may have been too much. Your teeth bite into the inside of your cheek as you watch the dark hallway nervously.

A few seconds later, he emerges from the shadows with red creeping from his neck up into his face. He's flustered and holding something small in his hand. It takes you a moment to register what it was, and when you do, you jump to your feet to meet him halfway.

He doesn’t hesitate to open it to you though his fingers tremble ever so slightly. Inside are two golden rings, interlocked together. A small oval ruby sits surrounded by metal vines beset by smaller white diamonds in the shape of leaves. It's simple yet elegant. Your eyes snap up to his, no doubt as big as saucers.

Not only is this ring breathtaking, it's also groundbreaking to you. You've seen this ring box around since before you both had moved in together. It's been in the closet collecting dust, so of course you didn't think anything of it. He's had this ring for a long time, sitting right under your nose.

‘How long were you planning to propose?’

“For a while now. I just didn't know when would be a good time.” He carefully takes out the one with the red ruby and holds it up to you. The kitchen lights glimmer off the smooth surface reflecting red against his fingers. “I can't believe you beat me to it, though.” So he did hear you.

‘I wasn't planning to do it tonight, but I just had a feeling.’

“You never cease to amaze me, you know that?” He leans over to place the ring box onto the side table behind him, then turns to you. Then he does something you've only ever seen in movies – Levi gets down on one knee and the ring out to you.

“Um. I'm not good with things like this. But I just want you to know that I love you. And I've never been more prepared to spend my life with someone, if you'll have me. Will you marry me?” His eyes look away for a second before focusing back on you. Even though you had pretty much said yes when you asked first, he still seemed so nervous.  

To see Levi in such a mess like this in front of you makes that laugh you held back burst forth, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. Speechless again, you reach your hand out to him and just like that, he slides the ring on your finger with ease.

“I- uh, borrowed one of your rings to get it resized.” He mutters as you stare at it curiously. “So, that's a yes right?” Even though you took the ring, you can still hear the anxiety in his voice.

‘Of course, dummy.’ You laugh again before pulling him up on his feet by his collar and into you for another kiss, this time deeper and full of the love that you have for this man. When you pull away, you can't help but stare at the metal hugging your ring finger.

“It was my mom’s, she insisted on me having it. I think she knew.” He grabs your hand and pulls you into him, one hand on your waist and the other cupping your face. “I suppose we should call her tomorrow, yeah?”

You nod sharply, your smile hurting your cheeks, but you don't care. All you feel right now is the same peace you felt last week and excitement for the future ahead. You didn't want anyone else. 

“Say it again?”

“Levi.” He leans in again, hand still on your face as he presses his lips against your once more. There have been many shared kisses since you both became official but this one felt different. You didn't have the words for it, but it was miles away from being bad.

Levi's phone vibrating loudly on the counter disturbs the comfortable silence and you can only sigh. You almost forgot that you had somewhere to be and are reminded by the caller ID flashing your sister's name. In Levi fashion, he ignores it but he does pull away to look at you with a grimace.

“So who’s telling them?” 

☾ Previous Chapter: June - Part 5

[idontknowanymoreidk]

✨️Nightmare and Dream Headcannons Time✨️

Nightmare goes by all pronouns. It doesn't care what you call them, although she has days where she feels a bit more feminine, or days where he feels more masculine, but that kinda just determines what it wears. Nightmare, since I'm pretty sure she can shapeshift (and idgaf if he can't, I feel like they should-), can also change the sex that he looks to match what it feels whenever it wants.

Dream is bigender. She goes by he/she pronouns and he looks and sounds androgynous.

Also Dream and Nightmare are both trans because I'm also pretty sure that they both started out as no gender. They're both trans.

The twins would have been very fast learners. Nightmare would have been able to read at a very young age, maybe not understand everything that he read, but still be able to read. It would have read children books, books for his age range, not huge-ass adult novels.

Dream would do what he was told when he was a child, and probably wouldn't think that he has any say in the matter. He'd follow orders and likely wouldn't understand that he's incredibly different. Neither of the twins would know that they were gods until they were much older.

When Dream got trapped in stone, he'd go into a dormant state. He wouldn't grow mentally or physically, and he certainly wouldn't be awake. When he got out of the stone, he'd still be a literaly 6 year old. I think he'd somehow get transported to an Underswap, and an Underswap Papyrus would find him and take him in, raise him, teach him, and become a parent to him. Papyrus would be killed by Nightmare when Dream was 14. He'd start fighting Nightmare at that age (still very young and would absolutely have his ass kicked). Nightmare would be able to see Dream go through growth spurts :3.

Because Dream had been raised partially in an UnderSwap by a Papyrys, she would be Blue's adopted sibling. This would explain how the Stars formed with Blue.

For Nightmare's corruption, Nightmare would mostly just change forms. He'd still very much be itself, just a scared 6 year old. She'd be conditioned over the years to believe that they are a monster, so it would become one, act like one. Really, inside, they are still just a scared child. They would find release in writing and reading. It would love other creatures like it, misunderstood and feared. Snakes, spiders, owls, insects, arthropods... he'd love them all. It would have a tank of piranhas, a terrarium with a spider. It would become a sort of parent to Killer, Dust, Horror, and Cross. It would take a while before Nightmare slowly allows himself to relax and not be the monster it was taught it was, but eventually they would.

[taquitoatestickers]

ITS TIIIMMMMEEEE!!!!

For me to rant about my OC, my precious baby :D I had to use pic crews because I can't draw 😭

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A female octoling who is a bit too nice for her own good. She is often very happy and will either squid bag or booyah at anyone or anything. Sometimes she even does it for no good reason.

(teen Taquito)

(adult Taquito)

Nickname: Taki

General

Name: Taquito

Age: 16 (as of splatoon 3)

Birthday: July 21st (this makes her the youngest member of the polycule)

Gender: Female

Weakness: Taquito tends to be a bit slow-witted at times. She once:

Pronouns: she/her

•put tin foil in a microwave

•thought orange wasn't a color and only a fruit

•calls splatfests squid events

While not the dumbest person one can meet, she'll definitely make it on the top 10.

Height: 5'2

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Appearance

Species: Octoling

Hair Color: Orange (with blue tips)

Eye Color: Blue (with blue pupils)

Distinguishing Features: Her left eyebrow has a slit and there is a mole on the right side of her face under her lip.

Hairstyle:

-Child: Her hair resembles the tentatwists.

-Teens: She wears the surf curls

-Adult: Her hair is grown out to her shoulders with the back two tentacles curling upwards like the classic tentacurl hairstyle. The two tentacles in the front are styled towards the right side of her face with one reaching nose length and the other being chin length.

Clothing Style:

-Teen: Her main outfits are...

Outfit 1

•Tentaclinger

•Retro Gamer Jersey

•Red High tops

Outfit 2

•Tentaclinger

•Orca Bolero

•White Clam 600s

Both are worn with loose sport shorts.

-Adult: Her main outfits are...

Outfit 1

•Street Style cap (worn backwards)

•Takoroka 90s nylon

•Fuzzy Boots

Outfit 2

Same as outfit 1 except the street style cap is replaced by the Jean Dream Bucket.

Both are worn with loose sports shorts.

Casual Outfit

Though not worn nearly as often, the following outfit is still a Taquito icon.

•Annaki Beret

*On extremely sunny days Taquito will wear the glasses that go with them. They are mainly kept stored away.

•Tentaclinger

•Orca Bolero

•Punk Nights

Unlike the previous two outfits this outfit is worn with ripped black leggings.

Main Weapons:

Her main and favorite weapon class is the dualies. She has ranked each of the dualies so far from most to least favorite.

1. Dualie Squelchers

2. Enperry Splat Dualies

3. Splat Dualies

4. Douser Dualies FF

5. Custom Douser Dualies FF

6. Custom Dualie Squelchers

7. Dapple Dualies Nouveau

8. Dapple Dualies

9. Glooga Dualies Deco

10. Dark Tetra Dualies

11. Glooga Dualies

12. Light Tetra Dualies

Her second favorite class is the splatana with the splatana wiper and deco being her favorites.

*Taquito does not have the order dualies due to being unaware of Agent 8's existence and the Side Order campaign.

Birthplace: Near Mt. Nantai

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Background & Relationships

Hometown: Inkopolis

Residence: Taquito lives with her fathers near Inkopolis Square until she eventually moves to Splatsville with her lovers.

Education: High School (somehow)

Socioeconomic Status: Upper middle class (while living with her fathers)

Childhood: Her biological parents are currently deceased. This is due to them fleeing from Octarian society while Taquito's mother was gravid. However, when it came time for the mother to lay eggs they were both unaware that their animalistic instincts would take over. Her mother would be constantly guarding her eggs to the point of near starvation and her father would constantly worry until the day her mother caved and ate him with the hopes of seeing her eggs hatch.

Eventually the eggs do hatch, but unfortunately for Taquito's mother they begin to consume each other in a fight for survival. The mother is horrified by this, as she was unaware that would happen, but is unfortunately too weak to stop it and faces her demise when some of her children start consuming their mother in her weakened state.

Eventually, she is found and taken in by her two adoptive fathers. One of them initially had the suspicion that Taquito is an octoling however, that suspicion was quickly dismissed by the other as octolings are thought to be extinct. As a result Taquito is raised thinking she's a deformed inkling.

During her school years she was often pitied or looked down upon by adults because of her assumed deformities. She would often have these unexplainable cravings and urges which concerned her parents. Despite their concerns, they would get dismissed every time they brought it up to professionals thinking it was just another one of her abnormalities. Taquito was rarely bullied by her peers due to her sweet nature making others feel guilty about doing so. She didn't have any true friends as none of her peers ever reached out to her yet would express delight if she joined them, making Taquito put in all the effort in maintaining the friendship. She would go on to think that this is normal for all kinds of relationships until she is shown otherwise when she makes real friends not long after.

It wasn't until Off the Hook started making waves and hosting the news that Taquito would begin to question her genealogy. While Marina was seen as an exotic inkling to many, Taquito saw most of the similar features or "deformities" they both had in common. Despite bringing up the similarities and her concerns to her fathers they simply conclude that she must also be exotic. It wasn't until after Marina reveals that she is an octoling that Taquito learns she was never an inkling. She would begin to experience discrimination for the first time from inklings, the very species she had once thought she was part of.

Not long after one of her fathers would mention the suspicions he had about her true species in a conversation. This makes Taquito feel as if she had been lied to by one of the people who raised her. This then escalates into a fight with both Taquito and her father saying things they both regret and Taquito running away for several months.

During the time she ran away, even more octolings started showing up in Inkopolis. She attempts to communicate with another octoling to gain answers about her own species. Unfortunately due to the language barrier and misreading Taquito's body language, the encounter turns hostile. This ends with Taquito biting the other octoling's tentacle in self defence and instead of spitting it out, she swallows it. This in turn freaks out the other octoling and the people watching. It was then that Taquito had finally understood her urges and tendencies as cannibalistic. Overwhelmed, Taquito runs to where she had been staying with a friend at the time.

A few weeks later Taquito has a more positive encounter with another octoling where they shed some information about Taquito's habits. They tell her about the nature of octoling reproduction and that she likely ate her siblings and possibly her mother. When she inquires about potential cannibalism, she learns that octolings grow out of these urges not long after hatching and that any urges or tendencies at her age are not normal. Taquito then learns about the history of her species and the Great Turf War. This ends in her thanking the other octoling for their time and her going home distraught from all the information she had just learned.

She then goes to where she had been staying temporarily and experiences her cravings again. This causes her to feel extreme guilt for having them and the act of eating some of her biological family members despite it being nature's calling. With her feelings of guilt she falls into a funk.

Family:

•Unnamed Biological Father (deceased)

•Unnamed Biological Mother (deceased)

•Florian (Adoptive Father)

•Thalam (Adoptive Father)

Friends:

•Kiwi

-A good friend of Taquito's, the two view each other as sisters.

•Churro

-A good friend of Taquito's, the two view each other as brother and sister.

•Zadmire

-Bipi's adoptive older brother, the two are on good terms with each other.

Relationships:

•Bipi (Romantic)

•Crobin (Romantic)

•Wasabi (Romantic)

Rivals:

•Wasabi (formerly)

Criminal History:

•Taquito tends to steal company assets (golden eggs) from her place of employment (Grizzco) and eat them on company time.

•When consuming company assets (golden eggs) she tends to only eat the contents of the inside. To do this she makes a slit in the egg using an exacto knife she illegally snuck into work.

•Potential accomplice to some of Bipi's crimes.

Political Beliefs: Though she is much less averse to inklings than Bipi, she can't help but feel a little bitter towards them and their history with her species. Some of her bitterness may also stem from the fact that she thought she was one of them for a very large portion of her life.

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Personal

Biggest Regret: Upon being informed by one of her fathers about his suspicion of Taquito's true species, she feels as if he has been lying to her. This then escalates into a fight with Taquito running away from home for nearly six months. Upon her return, she and both of her fathers reconcile.

Fears: Her biggest fear is losing control of herself and eating not only innocents, but those closest to her as well.

Introvert or Extrovert: Taquito is very extroverted and will "Booyah!" at anyone. She will happily join squid parties and get up to shenanigans in lobbies between matches.

Optimist or Pessimist: Taquito is optimistic while still being realistic.

Habits:

•Chewing and biting on objects and people, including herself.

•Chewing bubble gum.

•Eating golden eggs.

•Playing and fidgeting with her Tentaclinger.

•Sucking on rocks, especially the ones covered in dirt or sand.

•If her tentacles are unstyled, she will twirl them as well.

•Swaying or kicking her feet if she is sitting.

•Tilting her head if she is confused.

Favorite Food:

•If she were to eat another octoling, he favorite part would be the hearts.

•Her favorite unconventional food items are golden eggs.

•Her favorite inedible treats are crayons.

Favorite Drinks:

Mango juice

-She always has at least one box of this in her locker.

Favorite Color(s):

Orange and Purple

Additional Notes:

•Taquito has eaten or has tried to eat several things that are not edible at least once, these include but are not limited to: stickers, paper, crayons, markers, colored pencils, pencils, pens, playground wood chips, packing peanuts, batteries, and shredded tires.

•Taquito cried after her first encounter with Wasabi.

•She met Bipi through mutual friends which led to her meeting Crobin.

•She uses the following emote

-Robo stepping

-MVPleased

-Twirl Power (best fit)

-Easy Kneesy

-Bashful Brag (if she's feeling rude)

•While she won't burn your kitchen down whatever she cooks will be really weird and really gross. However, she'll insist it's good and eat whatever concoction she made with no issues whatsoever. This grosses out whoever is around her while she's eating something she made.

•Taquito calling Splatfests "squid events" is her fathers fault due to both of them calling it that in an attempt to connect with the youth.

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You read this far? Thanks! So how did you like my creations backstory?

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Meet my Ari agent “Juniper”

Art by me :3

@lightdragon789

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Name:Juniper Moore

Luna Garcia- (Former)

Nickname: Juni

Alias: Mrs. Moore, Red Rose

Pronouns: she/her

Age: 26

Height: 5’9

Birthday: February 19

Nationally: half Italian and half American

Sexuality: Pansexual

Current jobs: Scientist(during the day), Assassin(At night)

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Family:

(Relation - Name - Age - How Close They Are / 10)

Step dad- Cole Garcia- 48- -5/10

Biological dad- James Moore- 46- 8/10

Biological mom- Claire Garcia- 47- -1/10

Step mom- Emily Moore- 44- 8/10

Half sister- Addison Moore- 19- 9/10

Two half big brothers- in their 30s- 7/10

Daughter- Nova Garcia - 8 - 10/10

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Her description:

Juniper has shoulder length red hair that usually covers her face and she has a lot of freckles on her face and has two different color eyes but one of her eyes is a fake or glass eye and has some scars that she has on her legs and back. And has a black chocker with a purple tear drop Gem at the end

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Her Personality:

When people first meet Juniper she comes off as cold and emotionless with a resting b* face

But when you get to know her, she’s actually nice, honest, loyal and protective of the ones she loves

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Some facts:

* Juniper when she was younger was train to use anything as a weapon

* She doesn’t know her own strength(she’s really strong) and sometimes she accidentally breaks things or when she hits something because she might not know her strength

* She learned parkour when she was younger and learning pressure points

* She has daughter named Nova (Juniper had Nova at 18)

* Her glass or fake eye is the left one(yellow) and she got it after she run away from her stepdad and mom

* Some of the characters that I got inspired for Juniper’s character is black widow ,Yor forger and Mitsuri

* Juniper is protective of her family (except for her stepdad and birth mom)

* she would do anything to protect her family and I mean anything

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Backstory:

(Tw: abuse, neglect, eye injury and gore)

Juniper or Luna Garcia was born on February 19 to parents James Moore and Claire Garcia but James didn’t know about Juniper or that her mother was pregnant with her and after she was born, her mother never really cared about her and would neglect her and would hire a nanny to watch over juniper while Claire would go clubbing and partying and not even giving her daughter a look or attention, the only person who did care for juniper was her nanny who was a sweet and motherly lady and would watch over juniper and treat her as her own daughter.

A few years later when juniper turned 6, her mom got married to her stepfather Cole who was nice at first but later he’s true colors show and whenever her mom was out he would beat juniper black and blue and harsh train her to become a assassin when she was 12 but if she didn’t do anything right the first time she would get beaten by her stepdad and his friends but during one beaten her stepfather took it to far and took her eye out while she was still conscious and being held by his friends and after that something snapped in her and she killed both him and his friends and run away from that house and went to search for her biological dad James and found his house and knocked and when it opened James looked shocked and worried about her from how she looked and the blood coming out of her empty eye socket and took her in to patch her up and juniper told him how she’s his daughter and about her mom, James looked shocked but holds her hands and told her that he was going to adopt her in his family.

A few hours later Juniper met Emily who was already told about everything and talk to juniper about herself and what she likes etc and than she meet the rest of the family and Addison was excited to have a older sister and would follow juniper everywhere and would want to be just like her sister

When Juniper turned 16 she started to become an assassin and a skilled one and she was known as the assassin Red Rose over the years and she went to school so she can become something when she gets older (and get a job in the day), she wanted to be a scientist when she gets older and studied a lot and she actually met her first boyfriend in high school and he was a nice person at first but showed his true colors the deeper their relationship went, he would act possessive over her and would get jealous easily and they would argue sometimes about different things.

When Juniper turned 18 she had daughter nova and broke up with her boyfriend (who didn’t want to be around or in nova’s life), she raised nova with her family and she kept being assassin at night and she actually teach Addison self defense. And when juniper got older she become a scientist during the day and moved into her apartment with her daughter and when she has some free time juniper would hang out with her daughter nova and her family.

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Epilogue

☾ Pairings ➼ Levi Ackerman x fem!mute!Reader (she/her pronouns), set in a modern semi-fictional world

☾ Summary ➼ Due to childhood trauma, you find yourself an adult without the ability to speak. After years of working on it, you have found ways to live without a voice. Now here in your late 20s, you are 5 months in getting used to a new town. On a fateful day in late November, you and your adopted sister visit a local bookstore-café, unaware of the friendships about to blossom. Throughout the months, one friendship in particular develops into something more.

☾ Content/Warnings ➼ fluff, slowburn, oblivious feelings, romance, angst, mention of minor character deaths, trauma, illness, adoption, mentions of fire, disabilities, alcohol use, very light nsfw mentions, references to child abuse, smoking and alcohol abuse mentions, domestic violence, light assault, eventual smut

☾ Author's note ➼ Heeeeyy I'm back. If you haven't had an eye on my masterlist for Unspoken Words, you might have missed that I've been working on an epilogue. SURPRISE. If you have, then here it is lol. I am OFFICIALLY done with UW and I'm so sad about it. ALSO for some reason my tumblr app hates me and any time I italicize a line, it italicizes the entire paragraph and I have no idea why. As always, the sign language lines are marked with ' and speaking lines marked with ".

Thank you to anyone who has taken time out of their lives to read my "little" story. I enjoyed writing about this little world and I could not be happier to know that most of you liked reading it. I appreciate you more than you know. Can you believe this is around 100k words? Crazy. Anyways, I'm gonna go write some more, I'll see ya around! <3

☾ Word Count ➼ ~4k

Reddish-orange leaves dance in a unique ballet number past the window you were currently staring out of. You can't keep your fingers from picking at the sleeves of your wool sweater as you wait for your speech therapist to come and get you from the semi-quiet lobby. The only noises you hear comes from the reception desk and the TV mounted opposite of the couch you were waiting on. The weather channel calls for a beautiful weekend with warmer than usual temperatures – which is good considering Halloween is tomorrow.

A side door leading to the back offices opens up, and your name is called from a stout brunette woman with large rimmed glasses and a kind smile. She holds it open as she beckons you forward, and you don't hesitate to smile back as you pick up your bag and make your way through the door and down the familiar hall on her heels.

You’ve been seeing Dr. Boreal for about almost two years now. You started speech therapy shortly after starting trauma therapy – something they had recommended. You weren't quick to decline the suggestion, but you'd be lying if you said you had ever thought about taking back your speech. Some time in your youth, you just assumed it was gone forever. That it was something that couldn't be fixed.

According to Dr. Foust, your trauma therapist, the speech block was mental. Therefore, it was something that could be explored and possibly broken through.

When he had said that, you had newfound hope and suddenly a silent goal to work towards.

It's like clockwork the way you stepped into Dr. Boreal's navy blue office, stepping over to the right and onto the plush cream colored couch meant just for patients. On the walls of her office sits multiple picture frames and motivational posters, all with smiles and bright colors. Her dark curtains sit parted, letting in the afternoon autumn sun that hits the wall next to you. You watch as she grabs the folder with your name on it before sitting in her large red chair and smiling over to you.

“So, how have you been? How was your trip with Levi?”

‘I’m doing well. And It was lovely! You were right, too. The road to Trost is gorgeous this time of year and the trees! So pretty.’ You think back at the little vacation Levi took you on just a week ago. He had taken the scenic route to the little town that you and he had rented a cabin in.

The leaves were at the end of their life and littered the ground wherever you went, crunching underneath your boots. Between the intimate moments and crisp atmosphere, it really was a magical time. Levi practically had to drag you back home.

On the way out, Levi found this adorable tea shop. It's not easy finding a place that made tea as well as he did, and of course he didn't say anything, but you could tell how much he enjoyed it. You won't soon forget the content on his normally stoic face. That reminds you of the little package snuggled in your purse so you reach down into it to pull out a small, rectangular tin.

‘I got this for you.’ You beam at her as you hand it over gently.

“Cranberry autumn tea?” She inspects the wording on the metal, hazel eyes glittering gold in the sunlight that reflects off the container. Her eyes shift to you as a grateful smile lights up her weathered face. “Oh you sweet thing, thank you so much. But you shouldn't have.”

‘As thanks for dealing with me.’ You laugh softly, leaning back into the plush couch.

“You know it's no problem. Even if I wasn't paid, I'd still enjoy your company.” She waves dismissively after setting her gift down on the table in front of her. “So, let's see where we left off last time.”

You pick at the edges of your sleeves once again as you watch her find the right place in her notes. Dr. Boreal is one of the kindest people you've had the pleasure of being around. Though she was being paid to help you, she always did so much more. She was patient with you when you struggled to get past certain goals, and when your voice hurt after a grueling session she would bring you herbal tea with honey to smooth the pain. Levi joked that you liked her tea more than his to which you always rolled your eyes at.

“Well you have made outstanding progress. Of course, there is still plenty we still need to work on. But you're doing well.” She looks down at her papers as she talks, the scratch of her pen fills the silence after she finishes. She looks back up to you. “Have you shown anyone your progress yet?”

Those around you are aware of your long journey through therapy. They even celebrated with you after one year - Hange's idea of course. Your sister couldn't hold it in when you had told them of the progress you've made and the goals you were looking forward to completing in the oncoming sessions.  

What they didn't know was that you were even in speech therapy, and how far in your speech recovery you were. Keeping it secret from Levi was getting harder with every passing week.

‘No, but I plan to soon, I promise.’ You pinch your lips together in a grimace. This has been a threat for the last 6 months but truthfully, you've been too scared to tell anyone. No, not scared. Nervous.

“Well, you know my stance on that. I’m sure they're going to be ecstatic, when you're ready to do so.��� Dr. Boreal sets out a recorder to let you hear your voice the way she does, a tool you both found the most helpful when it came to fixing the areas that needed the most work. “Enough of that though, are you ready to start?”

With a confident smile, you open your mouth to speak.

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A few hours later, you find yourself home and in the kitchen with your mind in another dimension. You’re currently plating up a vegetable tray on a tupperware platter as autumnal lofi weaves through the room from the speakers behind you. You’re so focused on arranging your sliced up miscellaneous veggies that you don't hear the metal key in the front door and the light footsteps of your boyfriend coming home for the evening.

“Hey.” Levi mutters from behind you, snaking his arms around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder to look at what you're doing – not without difficulty, of course. You jump at his sudden proximity causing you to drop the chosen dipping sauces in the middle of the platter, disturbing the once perfect arrangement.

There's a soft sigh from you, but you feel the giddiness at the expected company fluttering in your stomach. Even after a few years, he still gives you that effect. You twist in his arms to face him, and his gray eyes are downturned in concern.  

“Are you okay? Was therapy too much today?” He lessens his grip on you so you can pull your hands up to sign.

Levi Ackerman’s raven hair is slicked back from him running his fingers through it, and the way that it stayed put and the sheen on the strands, you can tell it must be raining. You've been so fixated on making sure it looked good that you hadn't even noticed. His gaze stares into yours as he searches for what might be bothering you, so you give him a reassuring smile.

‘No, it was actually really good. She said I've made a lot of progress.’

“That's good. Did you come home late, or have you been working on this tray the whole time?” He glances over your shoulder at the vegetables now thrown about on the counter.

‘Yes and no. I decided to run by the farmers market for more options. But they didn't have anything we didn't already have.’ You explain, shrugging your shoulders.

The afternoon sun was so nice on your face that you would have been a fool to not take advantage of it - and it's a good thing you did. Your eyes slide to the water droplets that drip down on the outside of the living room windows.

“Hm. Well we need to leave for Hange's party soon and you're not dressed. Let me finish this for you and you go get ready.” He leans in to kiss your forehead before unraveling his arms and pushing you in the direction of the bedroom. You only roll your eyes but make your way to the back as he asked.

Hange's Halloween Bash is something they have been planning for about a year. The moment the decorations went on sale last winter, she snatched up what she could. She said something about starting a new tradition for her friends turned family. Levi wasn't as excited about the prospect of such a social gathering but you were, and that was enough to get him to go.

Not only were you able to get him to go, you were also able to talk him into dressing up with you.  

In front of the mirror, you finish tying up a black corset that wraps around your waist. It helps form-fit the blue long sleeve dress that drops down to your bare ankles with your pair of flats completing the look. You were almost ready – all that was left was the big blue bow that you pinned to the back of your head as best you could. You suppose for a makeshift Ariel, this would do just fine. You almost chuckle at the irony of the characters you suggested to Levi a month ago.

A girl who can't talk and a prince that loved her despite it.

You do a small twirl in the mirror to make sure everything looks right. You almost jump out of your skin at the sudden sight of the person standing in the doorway. Levi leans against the door frame, the corner of his mouth twitching into a small smirk. His hands are in the pockets of his work clothes as he watches you intently, taking in the sight of you. With a hand over your heart, you give him a small frown.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you.” He doesn't sound sorry at all.

‘You are too quiet for your own good. One day you're going to scare me so bad that I'm going to punch you.’ You shake your head but smile anyways. You make your way to the closet to pull out Levi's costume for the night, making sure to grab the red waist sash that threatens to fall to the floor.

“You keep saying that.” He takes the hanger from you but not before leaning in to give you a chaste kiss. With a small laugh, you head out of the bedroom and down the hall back to the kitchen.

On your way there, you take a moment to glance at the framed photographs on the walls. Levi made sure to hang up the pictures he took from his apartment that he shared with Erwin as soon as you both moved in.

There was the one of him, Furlan, and Isabel as well as the one of him and Erwin on graduation day though Levi had persisted with Erwin to keep the latter. His blonde and blue eyed friend told him to take it as he had plenty more photos of the two he could hang up. That didn’t make Levi feel any better and it makes you wonder what photos Levi might be hiding from you.

Dispersed in between those are ones of you and Hange, and some with your shared circle of friends. The last one frames three photo strips next to each other. The first one is from your first Sakura Festival a few years ago where you sat on Levi's lap – both red faced and unaware of the extent of your affections for each other.

The other two are from the same photo booth, taken from the previous and current year. With each year, the smiles and looks of adoration grew. Both, luckily, were without the presence of your sister and Erwin. Surprisingly, it wasn't your idea to go back. As much as Levi did his best to hide his sentimental side, it was always present.  

When you get to the kitchen counter, you see the platter rearranged and closed up with the matching plastic lid. It looks perfect, even better than when you took a crack at it. You also see two cups of tea on the counter, both with steam rising up and dancing in the kitchen lights before dissipating into the air.

With a grin, you reach over to grab what you can only assume is yours based on the light color of your tea then walk around the island to sit on the bar stool, leaning on the counter with the mug in both hands. After your first sip, you sigh happily. It was one of the new teas Levi had brought back from the trip because he couldn't get enough of it. Earthy with hints of floral notes, topped with a citrusy zing.

When you start to wonder if Levi was okay, your eyes catch movement in the hallway. You watch Levi struggle with his sash, the soft grumbling of his irritation coming from under his breath as he tugs on it. Sometimes you never realize how hard it is to do something with less than the normal amount of fingers until it's forced upon you. Of course, Levi was never one to ask for help even after all these years.

Without a second thought, you stand up and make your way over to him. He doesn't fight as you take the fabric from his fingers and tighten it from the back. Tucked into the sash is a white blouse, loose enough to billow in the evening breeze. Black pants and matching boots fit snug against his lower half. When you're done, you turn him to face you to inspect the whole ensemble. With his hair properly slicked back, he was the perfect Prince Eric.

‘You look rather dashing, you know that?’

“Tch.” He rolls his eyes at you, but there's not a trace of annoyance radiating off of him. As much as he hates it, he loves you and would do anything you asked – within reason.

‘Are you almost ready to go?’

“In a few, I didn't just brew this for nothing.” He makes his way to the counter to grab his mug and instead of sitting, he stands propped up against the counter like you were but with his phone in hand.

“Your sister wants to know if you want apple juice or apple cider.” He mutters, his gray eyes flicking up over to you as you make your way over to the seat you were just at to finish your own cup. “Both, right?”

‘How did you know?’ You laugh, but nod in agreement. You watch as his fingers type away, the clicking of the keys filling back empty space. There's barely any sunlight coming through the closed blinds signifying that nightfall was almost here. You just now noticed Levi had gone ahead and turned off everything for you while you were getting ready.

The gut feeling you felt last week is back. There was a moment when Levi drove through the rolling hills, the golden rays of sunset lighting up his face. A moment of peace that washed over you as his soft gaze flitted over to you in the passenger seat for only a second, one hand on the wheel and the other on your thigh.

With a nervous sigh, you reach over and pull down his phone with one finger to get his attention. Instantly he looks at you with worry, his mouth downturned.

“Are you okay?”

‘I bet you love me.’

His eyebrows raise, a little surprised at your random question – at something so obvious that he worries even more that something is wrong.

“What’s this about?”

‘Humor me. I bet you love me.’

“You bet right.” He draws out, confusion lacing his tone. 

‘You have to answer a question now. Since I was right.’

“What do you want to know that you don’t already?” His eyes roll at you again, but he sets his phone and mug down and leans over on his elbows to watch you intently.

‘It’s a simple but very important question, I promise.’

“Tch, okay. Hit me.”

Your eyes are suddenly fixated on the fridge to the right of you, the heat of his stare making you shy. For a split second, you almost chicken out. With your heart in your throat, you feel as if you're going to choke as your pulse quickens. Can you do this? Were you ready for this? You were quite tired after today, maybe it's best saved for another day. These thoughts race loudly in your head, but the moment you look back up to meet Levi's gaze, they cease to a quiet murmur.

No, you're ready. And you can do this.

With your fingers laced together, you rest your chin on them and continue to look up at Levi's perplexed expression. Your mouth opens and closes a few times before you're finally able to find your voice.

“Will… you marry… me, Levi?” Your voice is scratchy despite the honey tea you drank after your session. It's rough, and to you it's far from pretty. But the change in expression on Levi's face is almost worth it as he stares at you dazed. It's almost funny to see the physical reaction of his brain comprehending what just happened, like a computer crashing and rebooting.

He's reaching over the counter suddenly and cupping your face in his calloused hands. He holds you there as his wide eyes bounce back and forth between yours. You fight back a laugh, your lips pinched together and quivering.

“Do that again. Say my name again.” The urgency in his voice is palpable.

“L…” You take a deep breath and close your eyes, trying to find your voice yet again. It's hard, but you try again anyway. “Levi.” It comes out brittle this time, leaving an uncomfortable pain in its wake.

“How did this happen?” His own voice sounds a little higher than before, and you have to bite back another laugh.

‘I've been working on it alongside my sessions with Foust.’ You've met your vocal quota for the day. Levi's hands stay cupped around your cheeks and he pulls you in until his soft lips touch yours again. Your eyes flutter closed as you kiss him back, feeling the weight of your anxiety lift off your shoulders in an instant.

When he pulls away, his stare is conflicted and before you know it, he's released you and whips around the corner down the hallway. Dread inches its way into your chest where the anxiety was before as you realize he never answered your question. Did he need a moment? Did he even hear what you asked? The shock may have been too much. Your teeth bite into the inside of your cheek as you watch the dark hallway nervously.

A few seconds later, he emerges from the shadows with red creeping from his neck up into his face. He's flustered and holding something small in his hand. It takes you a moment to register what it was, and when you do, you jump to your feet to meet him halfway.

He doesn’t hesitate to open it to you though his fingers tremble ever so slightly. Inside are two golden rings, interlocked together. A small oval ruby sits surrounded by metal vines beset by smaller white diamonds in the shape of leaves. It's simple yet elegant. Your eyes snap up to his, no doubt as big as saucers.

Not only is this ring breathtaking, it's also groundbreaking to you. You've seen this ring box around since before you both had moved in together. It's been in the closet collecting dust, so of course you didn't think anything of it. He's had this ring for a long time, sitting right under your nose.

‘How long were you planning to propose?’

“For a while now. I just didn't know when would be a good time.” He carefully takes out the one with the red ruby and holds it up to you. The kitchen lights glimmer off the smooth surface reflecting red against his fingers. “I can't believe you beat me to it, though.” So he did hear you.

‘I wasn't planning to do it tonight, but I just had a feeling.’

“You never cease to amaze me, you know that?” He leans over to place the ring box onto the side table behind him, then turns to you. Then he does something you've only ever seen in movies – Levi gets down on one knee and the ring out to you.

“Um. I'm not good with things like this. But I just want you to know that I love you. And I've never been more prepared to spend my life with someone, if you'll have me. Will you marry me?” His eyes look away for a second before focusing back on you. Even though you had pretty much said yes when you asked first, he still seemed so nervous.  

To see Levi in such a mess like this in front of you makes that laugh you held back burst forth, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. Speechless again, you reach your hand out to him and just like that, he slides the ring on your finger with ease.

“I- uh, borrowed one of your rings to get it resized.” He mutters as you stare at it curiously. “So, that's a yes right?” Even though you took the ring, you can still hear the anxiety in his voice.

‘Of course, dummy.’ You laugh again before pulling him up on his feet by his collar and into you for another kiss, this time deeper and full of the love that you have for this man. When you pull away, you can't help but stare at the metal hugging your ring finger.

“It was my mom’s, she insisted on me having it. I think she knew.” He grabs your hand and pulls you into him, one hand on your waist and the other cupping your face. “I suppose we should call her tomorrow, yeah?”

You nod sharply, your smile hurting your cheeks, but you don't care. All you feel right now is the same peace you felt last week and excitement for the future ahead. You didn't want anyone else. 

“Say it again?”

“Levi.” He leans in again, hand still on your face as he presses his lips against your once more. There have been many shared kisses since you both became official but this one felt different. You didn't have the words for it, but it was miles away from being bad.

Levi's phone vibrating loudly on the counter disturbs the comfortable silence and you can only sigh. You almost forgot that you had somewhere to be and are reminded by the caller ID flashing your sister's name. In Levi fashion, he ignores it but he does pull away to look at you with a grimace.

“So who’s telling them?” 

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[headmates-for-you]

Based off bunnies/that aesthetic. Preferably (pastel) pink and blue. Some humans as well. 2 littles 💕

Thank you so much!

sorry this took a bit, we were struggling a little ^^' -🪓 and 🐝

Name(s): Snow

Age(s): 18

Pronouns: he/him, she/her

Gender(s): bigender

Orientation(s): panromantic asexual

TransID(s): transhuman, transnonhuman, transwhitehair

Source(s): brainmade

Paras: none

Emoji signoff: 💕❄️

Positive trigger(s): bunnies

Role(s): subsystem host

Faceclaim: 

Name(s): Pastel

Age(s): 15

Pronouns: he/him, bun/buns

Gender(s): bungender

Orientation(s): bi

TransID(s): transhuman, permasoft

Source(s): brainmade

Paras: autoaptophilia

Emoji signoff: 💕🎨

Positive trigger(s): painting

Role(s): subsystem protector, subsystem co-host

Faceclaim: 

Name(s): Cab

Age(s): 14

Pronouns: she/her

Gender(s): cisfemale

Orientation(s): straight

TransID(s): none

Source(s): brainmade

Paras: none

Emoji signoff: 💕🥬

Positive trigger(s): loves lettuce (salads or straight up)

Role(s): food alter, nonhuman

Faceclaim: 

Name(s): Prairie

Age(s): 20

Pronouns: they/them

Gender(s): nonbinary

Orientation(s): aroace

TransID(s): none

Source(s): brainmade

Paras: fictophilia

Emoji signoff: 💕🌾

Positive trigger(s): open fields

Role(s): protector

Faceclaim: 

Name(s): Honey

Age(s): 3-7

Pronouns: she/her

Gender(s): cisfemale

Orientation(s): straight

TransID(s): none

Source(s): brainmade

Emoji signoff: 💕🐣

Positive trigger(s): My Little Pony

Role(s): little

Faceclaim: 

Name(s): Angel

Age(s): 4-5

Pronouns: he/him

Gender(s): cismale

Orientation(s): bi

TransID(s): none

Source(s): brainmade

Emoji signoff: 💕🧸

Positive trigger(s): stuffed toy dogs

Role(s): little

Faceclaim: 

Name(s): Marino

Age(s): 13

Pronouns: he/him

Gender(s): cismale

Orientation(s): straight

TransID(s): none

Source(s): brainmade

Paras: consang

Emoji signoff: 💕🍠

Positive trigger(s): Marina, sweet foods

Role(s): autism holder, emotion holder

Other: twin of Marina, has human form he can choose to use in headspace

Faceclaim: 

Name(s): Marina

Age(s): 13

Pronouns: she/her

Gender(s): cisfemale

Orientation(s): straight

TransID(s): none

Source(s): brainmade

Paras: consang

Emoji signoff: 💕🥕

Positive trigger(s): Marino, savory foods

Role(s): autism holder, emotion holder

Other: twin of Marino, has human form she can choose to use in headspace

Faceclaim: 

Name(s): Ella Belle

Age(s): 19

Pronouns: soft/softs, she/her, shi/shim/shis/shiself

Gender(s): cisfemale

Orientation(s): lesbian

TransID(s): transhuman, transloved, permaloving

Source(s): brainmade

Paras: plushophilia

Emoji signoff: 💕🎀

Positive trigger(s): fronts with littles

Role(s): subsystem mother figure, adopter, little caretaker

Faceclaim: 

Name(s): Web

Age(s): 19

Pronouns: he/him, it/its, dark/darks

Gender(s): intersex male

Orientation(s): aromantic gay

TransID(s): transcisgender

Source(s): brainmade

Paras: unsure yet

Emoji signoff: 💕🌐

Positive trigger(s): horror conspiracy theories, analog horror deep dives

Role(s): negative emotion holder

Other: has human form he can choose to use in headspace

Faceclaim: 

Name(s): Cici

Age(s): 23

Pronouns: she/her

Gender(s): trans female

Orientation(s): lesbian

TransID(s): transgender

Source(s): brainmade

Paras: objectophilia

Emoji signoff: 💕🏳️‍⚧️

Positive trigger(s): testing outfits in mirrors

Role(s): dysphoria holder, dysmorphia holder

Other: has human form she can choose to use in headspace

Faceclaim:

[heartsmewbyul]

/ Fem Floyd , HCs , [Kind of a sketch]

She's soooo silly! >.<

!! [Please avoid liking without reblogging.]

Have some HCs about Floyd's appearance and clothing style. In my heart, she's a fashionista. <3

++ A close-up, a colorless version and some ramblings under the cut. 👇👇

Close-up:

Colorless version:

Now, rambling time:

I have adopted the HC that Floyd & Jade are black with vitiligo from @/artjinkies on Twitter.

Plus, this isn't a genderbend. It's a transfem HC. To me, the Tweels are genderfluid, and go by any pronouns. (I will use He/She for Floyd here.)

Both of the twins have hair on their face and on the rest of their body, but while Jade shaves her face (not any other body part), Floyd doesn't tend to shave all of her face, leaving the small stubble (named goat patch) presented above.

I believe that Floyd would rock a mullet that has a sidecut on both sides, with some shaggy haircut vibes, to give it volume. It's very unruly and wavy, which suits her carefree personality. + The black strand on her right side is natural (much like her canon appearance), but the other black parts on the rest of her hair are dyed. He retouches it every one and a half week (with Jade's help).

I also gave her some fin-like ears, much like his merform, because I like the idea that the transformation potion can't conceal all of his original characteristics. He also has some teal markings on her ears, going to her face.

Going to her eyes- I made one straight up black, while the other is a gold yellow and has a blue ring around her pupil. The sclera of the latter eye is a dull yellow.

He has piercings! I couldn't show them all, and I won't describe all of them either, but trust me, he has a lot. Just not as much as Jade, because she's the piercing girlie.

Her tongue is split in two, for the same reason she still has a fin-like ear. Also, she wears braces, lol.

Floyd has scars from fights under the sea, cuts on fingers from cooking, and from his manic episodes that come from her BPD. Though, the episodes are much better now that he's on medication.

For her style: I think she would take inspiration from Emo Scene, Weird Girl core & Casual YK2 Gothic Punk. (Yes, I know it's a very impactful mix, but it works, trust me.)

Okay, I think that's all of my HCs for now! Thank you if you read it this far. ^^

[athena-studios]

She/her pronouns

Dad techno x mom reader

This came from wattpad, it was copy pasted though it is still made by me.

"Hot chocolate"

READER'S POV!

i wake up to heavy arms wrapped around me, turning around, i am met with my lovely fiance still sound asleep. I find myself staring at him, looking so peaceful.

"You done staring?" I jump slightly at the sound of his voice.

"Mm, yeah." I stretch out a bit.

"Goodmorning then."

"Goodmorning, techno."

Suddenly, the door bursts open to a toddler with her arms open to us.

"Goodmowning!" The 3 year old says as she jumps up onto the bed.

"Goodmorning, Princess." Techno says as he sits up and situates the girl onto his lap.

"Goodmorning, Elise." I say and kiss my daughter's forehead.

"What do you wanna do today?" Techno asks Elise.

"Cafe with momma!" She says excitedly.

"Awe, sorry baby i can't, momma has work today." I say as floof comes up to the bed and onto my lap.

"Can't you take the day off?" Techno asks with a pout.

"I can't, i have a surgery on a cat."

My daughter pouts as a response.

"Thats ok princess, we can still go together." As Techno says that, she smiles big and nods.

"Speaking of work, i have to get ready or else i will be late." I inform and let floof down onto the bed as she starts playing with Elise.

I work as a lead Vet at a Pet clinic and adoption center. I love my job, but sometimes it can be a little...weird. like this one time, someone came in and said that their cat, named jambo, swallowed 11 magnets. Which is actually the cat im gonna give a surgery to today.I take a quick shower and get ready quickly changing into my scrubs and putting my my lab coat into ky bag for me to change into once i get to the building. I get down to the kitchen to see Techno feeding Elise some oatmeal.

"I gotta go, bye love! Bye Elise!" As i say that, i peck Techno on the lips and kiss my baby's forehead and finally walk out the door and into my car to get to the Building

TECHNO'S POV!

"Guess its just you and me now huh?" I say as i look at my daughter. She just smiles at me, i smile back at how cute she is.

After a little bit, i finally got her to shower and put her in someclean clothes. A Blue shirt with overalls and some sneakers.

"Café!" She speaks with her hands up.

I quickly walk out the door, locking it, with her on my hip. Walking the 10 minutes to the café.

As i walk i to the café, a bell dings signalling someone came in, making Elise giggle at the sound.

I walkup to the counter to the barista who looks no younger than 19.

"Hello sir, what can i get you today?" They ask.

"Uhm, ill get a latte and a muffin. And a hot chocolate for her." I say, mentioning to Elise at the end.

"Ok. Bear or cat?" They ask Elise.

I pull a look of confusion before the barista mouths 'the hot chocolate pattern'. I make an 'o' face and turn to my duaghter who also looks a bit confused.

"Pick one." I say, encouraging her to pick either a bear or a cat.

"Bear!" She says.

The barista quickly nods and i hand them the payment.

They quickly whip up our order, but before they give it to us the barista pirs some milk onto the hot chocolate and hands it to her. I look at the cup and it has a bear pattern.

"What do you say?" I ask Elise.

"Thank you!" She says with a big grin.

We head into one of the booths and quickly finish the food given to us.

"Did you like it?" I ask her as we walk out the cafe and back home.

She nods at me and motions for me to pick her up. I chuckle in response but still pick her up.

And then we head home.

Time skip a few hours later

I was in a call with Phil, Tommy and Wilbur just hanging out as i hear a cry from the nursery room

"Hold on guys ill be a minute." I say as i take of my headphones and walk to my Daughter's room.

"Shh, hey what the matter?" I ask her as i pick her up, only hearing her sniffle instead of crying.

"So you're just clingy huh?" I say with a chuckle. "just like her mom." I mumble.

I walk back to the office and sit down on my comfy chair, sitting Elise down on my lap and taking of the plug of my headset

"Hey guys im back." I say.

"Techno help me." I hear Phil say

"Tech, do you think there are more wheels or doors in the world?" Tommy asks as Elise tries eating the wire. For a 3 year old, she still likes chewing on things. "Becuase i think th—"

"Ops no we don't eat that" I say as i take the wire out of her mouth, cutting the little gremlin off in the process.

"Awwww is Baby Elise there with you?" Wilbur coos.

"Yep. And she's trying to eat the wire." I say as i try to take the wire out of her mouth again.

READER'S POV!

"Tech, I'm home!" I yell a bit as i enter the house.

"Tech?" I kick off my shoes and drop my bag onto the couch, only grabbing my phone.

I walk upstairs to check Elise's room, only to find it empty. I entered my and Techno's room next, to be met with my Fiancé sleeping next to my daughter, his arm lightly draped on top of her.

I smile at the sight. Quickly taking a picture and changing into my pajamas. I join the two in bed and feel and arm drape over me.

"Goodnight, my love." Techno mumbles, his eyes still closed.

"Goodnight, Tech." I say and fall into a deep slumber.

Divider from @cafekitsune

[karolane-lewizz]

HORRID HENRY OC??? YES. (REMEMBER I'M STILL SCARED OF CHILDRENS UUUH IT'S CALLED AN OC FOR A REASON) <3

MERRY CHRISTMAS AS WELL!!

Name: Kooky Karolane

Aliases: Karo, Karolane, Idiot (by Horrid Henry)

Pronouns: She/Her

Age: Unknown, possibly same as Henry's age (IT'S NOT ME REMEMBER THAT :/)

Height: 3'8 (111 cm)

Species: Human/Demon

Sexuality: Pansexual

Appearence: Karolane is a young girl with pale skin, long brown hair with small ponytails along with pink ribbons, and black pins on her bangs. She has freckles on her cheeks, blue eyes along with small fangs, a tooth gap between her front teeth, and a missing tooth. She has a black ribbon as a choker. She wears a rainbow oversized sweater, with the kanji "夢" (meaning "dream" in Japanese) written on it. She wears a blue skirt, along with white socks and black shoes. She also has black painted nails and is a bit chubby.

Demon from:

Her clothes are the same, but she has purple skin, red eyes, small black horns with big black wings, a demon tail and sharped teeth.

Personnality:

Karolane is a kooky, mean, clumsy and a big troublemaker who loves to prank people, but is still mentally unstable.

Mental disorders: Karolane suffers from ADHD, PTSD, arachnophobia, depression, athazagoraphobia, social anxiety, school phobia, obsessive love disorder, schizophrenia, autism, bipolar disorder , insomnia, dissociative syndrome, Peter Pan syndrome, Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria, hyperventilation, Balint syndrome and dementia due to a trauma when she was in a foster care, before living with Moody Margaret's family, she feels better and expresses her frustration and loneliness by being a troublemaker.

Karolane's interests:

Likes: Pranking, anime, ribbons, and Japanese culture. She finds solace in watching anime and mimics some of her favorite characters in her behavior.

Dislikes: Her mental disorders, being neglected/left out, jewelry, good manners, authority, and anything that seems "too perfect."

Relationships (REMEMBER IT'S AN OC NOT MY REAL SELF I LOVE SUNEKICHI NOT HENRY):

- Horrid Henry: Crush (OC)

- Perfect Peter: Friend (sometimes)/Target (for pranks)

- Moody Margaret: Adoptive Sister/Frenemy

- Aerobic Al: Frenemy

- Rude Ralph: Best Friend/Close Friend

- Brainy Brian: Frenemy

- Sour Susan: Enemy

- Gorgeous Gurinder: Enemy

- Singing Soraya: Unknown/Possible Friend

- Weepy William: Best Friend/Crush (OC)

Trivia:

◾ Karolane is the shortest of the class.

◾ Her birthday is the 4th of September.

◾ She's a borderline sugar addict.

◾ She has a soft spot for kittens, Weepy William and anything Japanese related.

◾ She sometimes uses Japanese words, sometimes calling Mrs. Battle-Axe a "baka" ("idiot" in Japanese).

◾ She can easily be picked up.

◾ She's a cosplayer.

◾ She's dumb, but pretends to be innocent as well.

◾ She feels bad for Weepy William, and would sometimes comfort him.

◾ She doesn't like being with girls at all.

◾ Her French name is "Karolane Cancane".

◾ She can sing any heavy and dark metal song.

◾ She sometimes wants to do concerts after school.

◾ She can't swim.

Hey, why not do a small comic of my Horrid Henry OC and the characters by the wayy. x3

Bye byeee

[normal-paldean-student]

Cerise 101

Name: Cerise Akasaki (née Rene/Renée, mainly relevant for flashback stories as Cerise was adopted as a name very recently)

Gender: female (transgender)

Pronouns: she/her

Born: February 27, 1986

Age: 17 (approximately)

Notable abilities: psychic foresight (about five seconds)

Languages spoken: Japanese*, French*, Unovan, Paldean

Canon counterpart: Red

*Notably, she's referred to the languages she spoke as a child as Japanese and French rather than Kantonian and Kalosian, as well as mentioning that animals existed back home, suggesting that her original universe may have been much more similar to the real world than modern Pokémon canon is.

Cerise was raised by a single mother in Pallet Town, Kanto, with her father out of the picture earlier than her first memories. She had a close childhood friend, a boy named Green, and a takeover event during Muse Mixup Madness indicated there was a girl named Blue around as well. (Her own family name, Akasaki, means red.) Green was friendly as a young child, only taking on the less savory traits of his canon counterpart after an unspecified incident when he and Cerise were about six years old. Cerise has stated that she considers the incident to have been her fault.

When Cerise was ten years old, well... she's a Red. I'm sure I don't need to rehash the entire plot of Pokémon Red Version to you. Her starter Pokémon was a Charmander, which she named Charm, and the first Pokémon she caught was a Rattata named Whisker, which was in her party at least long enough to evolve into Raticate before being replaced.

As proper rivals along their respective journeys, Cerise and Green were able to begin healing their relationship, and they became proper friends again after she defeated him at the Indigo Plateau. Cerise's final team was Charm (a Charizard by that point), as well as a Raichu, a Tauros, a Slowbro, a Fearow, and a Primeape.

Well... friendship wasn't the only thing between them by the time everything was over. Both of them were around the age to start having their first crushes, and there was something mutual between them. However, it was the 90s, and as far as both of them knew, they were both boys. It's unknown how Green processed his feelings (though in a timeline where Cerise never left her home universe and Blue was the protagonist instead, he did end up marrying her at some point), but Cerise, well... between the spotlight she was getting as Champion and the growing realization that she might not be straight, she eventually decided that the best way to handle the situation was to disappear to Mt. Silver for a while while she tried to process everything.

End Act 1.

Cerise didn't end up staying on Mt. Silver for long. Definitely not long enough for a certain Johto protagonist to come by and challenge her. Unfortunately, though, that wasn't because she decided to return home. It was because was pulled through space directly out of her home universe and into... her home in Pallet Town? But it wasn't her home. It looked like it, but everything was off, and even the people weren't the same as the versions of them she knew.

Cerise hasn't elaborated much about what happened in that second universe. She especially hasn't talked about what happened to her mental state when she realized she had no way to get back to anything or anyone she knew, though it can be reasonably inferred that it was nothing good. There are, of course, some things that we do know happened, but I'm sure I don't need to rehash the plot of Pokémon Green Version to you.

End Act 2.

Again, Cerise woke up in "her home" in an alien Pallet Town. She hasn't said anything at all about what happened in this universe, though logically it must have been another blow to realize being pulled out of one universe and into another wasn't just a one-off event. Other than that, all we can know is that overall, events must have followed the plot of Pokémon Blue Version.

End Act 3.

There's an obvious pattern here, isn't there? Cerise hasn't said anything about it, but it can be reasonably inferred that this universe followed the plot of Pokémon Yellow Version.

End Act 4... actually, end the acts completely. There have been so many worlds, so many universes. It's hard to keep track of the numbers after a point.

Obviously, her first universe after Yellow clued her in that it wasn't always going to be variations of the same story. Then she got to Crystal, and finally decided she was going to be a girl. And so on and so forth, through universe after universe, living through the stories of every main series game and several side games as well—the Ranger and Mystery Dungeon games have been confirmed, but they're not the only ones. And always as the protagonist.

She's gotten several injuries along the way, ranging from minor nuisances to disabling ones that should have been permanent, only for her body to be back in pristine condition in the next universe without even a scar, as if none of what she'd just been through was real. She's not ungrateful for having a fully functional body, but the disconnect between her experiences and her physical reality causes a lot of distress at times.

At an unspecified point during one of her many journeys, she went back into the closet, pretending to be a boy from that world on and only coming out as a girl again in this most recent universe. She hasn't pursued more than social transition, though, as the physical reset isn't limited to unwanted injuries—any and all physical changes disappear in each new world, regardless of the type. She can't pierce her ears, for example, and the few times she managed to get HRT, the few months' effects she was able to get disappeared the next time the cycle advanced. Without being able to access the long term effects of anything, it doesn't feel worth going through all the effort it takes to get it.

Cerise isn't actually completely certain of her age. She knows her birthday, and the year she was born, but she's definitely not in her 30s. 17 (18 on February 27, 2024) is the age on this world's legal documents, so that's what she's going with. It's not wrong—she is an older teenager at this point—but the amount of time she's experienced feels like it's been longer than seven years.

After the events of The Way Home in this Violet universe, Cerise ended up staying in Paldea much longer than she expected to. She got involved with Pokédex research with Mr. Jacq—both filling out the complete Pokédex and some more in-depth work with Dudunsparce and the Pokémon in Area Zero—and also may or may not have done a few things with Ms. Raifort. Nothing can be proven on that second front.

She also became close friends with Ella @oh-shinx and Mare @aura-acolyte, though her relationship with Ella is more sisterly and her relationship with Mare is, well... after a long mutual pining period with both of them being silly about their feelings, they eventually had to talk about it after a heat-of-the-moment kiss happened between them between the events of The Teal Mask and The Indigo Disc. Cerise isn't comfortable dating when she knows she's going to disappear any day and lose her, but everything's out in the open now.

The most notable things about The Teal Mask were as follows: Cerise thought Carmine was pretty, Kieran had latent psychic abilities that resonated with Cerise's during his breakdown and caused her to lose her composure too, and after Cerise tracked down and caught the Loyal Three to prevent them from causing any more trouble, she temporarily got replaced by a younger version of herself who somehow managed to rehabilitate them through the power of friendship and the power of knowing absolutely nothing about the situation, much to the normal Cerise's confusion when she returned.

The events of The Indigo Disc more or less followed canon as well, though Cerise expressed a strong dislike of Unova before going to Blueberry. Carmine was particularly upset about Drayton referring to his cafeteria meeting with Cerise as a date, on top of her normal dislike of him. Cerise did not notice this, as she was too busy thinking both Drayton and Carmine were cute. Cerise was also able to recognize Kieran's psychic abilities during their Championship battle. She hasn't said anything about what happened in Area Zero during the DLC's events, besides saying that the group was successful in what they were trying to do and there were no major injuries.

Also this world's Arven is basically a were-Lycanroc and I couldn't find anywhere to fit that in properly.

On February 27, 2024, Cerise disappeared, pulled into her next universe. Nemona, Penny, Arven, Kieran, and Carmine took over maintaining the blog, though none of them made very many posts.

Almost a month later, on March 26, 2024, Cerise was discovered to have been pulled into Kalos when one of her friends from her new universe, Tierno @santalune-swords-dance, made a post about how she'd chosen to name a Luvdisc Mare. So far, this journey seems to roughly mirror the plot of Pokémon X/Y, though with the timeframe updated to be in 2024 and with some of the cities now having contest halls. Her other new friends are Trevor @pokedex-parfaite, Calem @friendly-neighborhood-calem, and Shauna @poke-mon-amie.

Caught in Paldea:

Cerise's current Pokémon are as follows.

Caught in Kalos:

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Blossom (Meowscarada F) (with Hazel @grass-pokemon-appreciator)

Ribbon (Annihilape F) (with Nemona)

Tim (Dragapult M) (with Nemona)

Lady (Palafin F) (with Nemona)

Cheese (Espathra F) (with Nemona)

Chonk (Clodsire F) (with Nemona)

Chime of Eternity (Iron Valiant) (has not been seen since Cerise's disappearance)

Gluttonous Beast (Miraidon) (with Arven)

entirely too many Dudunsparce (with Jacq)

Caught in Kitakami:

Ember (shiny Arcanine M) (with Carmine)

Ogerpon (with Kieran)

Munkidori (with Mare)

Fezandipiti (with Mare)

Caught in the Terarium (all currently unnamed and currently with the League Club):

Okidogi (with Mare)

Pecharunt (with Mare)

Alolan Dugtrio F

Dodrio F

Alolan Ninetales F

Duraludon M

Whimsicott F

Flygon F

[phinnys-oc-ask-blog-thing]

OC INTRO :333

These are my oc’s Emojis! :333 (canonically they are their favorite emojis!)

R.G: 👹

Lilith: 🌊

Max: 🐢

Proper intro to all of them under the cut!!!

RG:

Name: Regina Serenity Zola Park-Smith

Age: 16

Pronouns: Any!

Gender: Nonbinary!

Romantic/Sexual Orientation: Bisexual!

Favorite Color: Red

Personality: Oh this goober is the exact definition of Gremlin. It’s always getting into trouble, even when everyone around her tells them NOT TO DO THE FRIGGIN THING ZE DID. Especially Max, Who typically bails xem out of whatever crap they got into. It really worries everyone around zim, but they don’t care. He almost burns down her house at least ONCE a week, and ends up if not just the hospital but also in their towns newspaper a lot!!! (They even befriended some of the staff!)

Backstory (sort of?)

Their grandmother, Zola, a super rich lady who owns a very successful restaurant in the town that she lives in, absolutely hates all the crap that ze get into and has all these stupid expectations for R.G. which may contribute to their actions! They wanna rebel against her!

Zher parents are nice though! Zis father is the heir to and the head chef at the restaurant and can relate to R.G as he is Zola’s son. He defends them as much as he can and is upset that Zola puts all this pressure on R.G. :(

Its mother is a nurse at the hospital, which is handy seeing how chaotic they are!!! Zis mom is also writing a mystery book!! :3

Other Stuff: They’re 4”11, They really like being out in nature, They have a whole collection of illegal fireworks, and Gets lost a lot.

And Nowwwww on to the next oneeee!!!!

Lilith:

Name: Lilith Jane Sanderson

Age: 16

Pronouns: She/Her

Gender: Demigirl!

Romantic/Sexual Orientation: Demiromantic Asexual Sapphic!

Favorite Color: Blue! (Da ba dee da ba di >:3)

Personality: She’s very frantic, anxious, and shy, and gets scared a lot! But her friends and family are always there to help her when she is (…even though RG is mainly the one to rile her up :’) She’s also incredibly smart and knows a lot about diseases and sicknesses and how to treat them! She wants to be a doctor some day!

She’s also very gentle and caring, and just someone to rely on when you need a friend! (Or a hug, she’s a really good hugger!!)

Backstory thing: Her Dad and Her Cennend are hugeeee nerds and own a bookstore in town!! They are veryyy loving and caring towards her and are the reason why she’s so gentle!! Her parents are also about to have a baby! (I have not decided if someone’s pregnant or they’re adopting or if that even matters, but I picture it in my head and it just looks exactly like her cennend just with her dad’s red hair so.)

She’s quite anxious to be a big sister but she’s gonna be the best big sister ever!!! :3

Her dad also speaks fluent French and taught her that!!

(I feel bad, I feel like I don’t have as much for Lilith as I do for RG. :( Oh well, I guess that means more developing her yaaayyyy!!!!)

Other stuff about her: Is a bookworm (loves historical fiction), loves soft sweaters and plushies, has a voice kinda like fluttershy’s from mlp, and loves manatees!

Max:

Name: Maxwell Stephen Wilson

Age: 17!

Gender: Transman!

Romantic/Sexual Orientation: Aromantic and Gay

Favorite Color: Green!

Personality: He’s very chill, laidback, patient and levelheaded! He tries his best to help his friends when they need it, but has a hard time asking for help for himself. He’s really reserved and quiet and keeps to himself a lot, unless he’s around his friends! Then he comes out of his shell a lil more!!! He can get a little short with RG sometimes, but to be fair they do like to annoy people and poke bears (both metaphorically AND physically. Yeah that’s right.) so I can see why, but also that’s not a good excuse. :(

Backstory: He lives in a small house with his mom and older sister! His mom is a firefighter, and his sister wants to follow in her footsteps! He works at Lilith’s Parents Bookstore (I should name the bookstore- :’) and is very happy there! He wants to be a journalist one day and travel the world!!

He’s typically the one bailing RG out of their shenanigans when things get bad, but sometimes he likes to be in on them! (…mainly if it involves fireworks…) No matter how hard on them he can be sometimes, He really loves him and kinda sees zhem as a younger sibling!!

He loves nature and going outside, and when not at school, working, or with his friends, he can be found chilling in a treehouse behind his home! Other stuff about him: Is a bit of an Athlete (likes soccer and basketball!), dyes his hair green regularly, has a metal shoulder, is an amazing cook, and loves romantic stuff (although he himself is aromantic!)

Anyhoooo!!! That’s the gangggg!!!! :333333

Ask me (or them!) anything you’d like!!! :3

[ducky-bah]

the tommy army guy. two girl innits please. creative liberty is yours o777

Order up; two Tommys with extra fem syrup! Headmates right below the cut!

༄~𖦹︎ Name(/s) ➪ Penelope OR Pensylvania (nickname Penny/Penni/Pen or Sylvie/Sylvia), Amber, Emery

༄~𖦹︎ Pronouns ➪ She/her, Bovine/bovines, Bloom/blooms, Flora/floras, Nature/natures, Moo/moos, Cow/cows

༄~𖦹︎ Gender ➪ Moobloomio, Moofloric, Cowgender, Tarabovian, Boviplushic, Genderfemfluid, Girlboyflux bisexual

༄~𖦹︎ Orientations ➪ FiNromantic, Lunaromantic, Neptuniromantic, Omniromantic (fem pref), Omniace, Softromo, Girlboyflux bisexual

༄~𖦹︎ Age ➪ 18-19 (physically but regresses to 8-12 mentally (agere))

༄~𖦹︎ Species ➪ Moobloom hybrid

༄~𖦹︎ Role(/s) ➪ Irascimate and/or Ogregulator and/or Gardentender

༄~𖦹︎ Source or Theme ➪ Moobloom fem Tommy [DSMP AU]

༄~𖦹︎ Appearance or Faceclaim ➪

➪ Art Creds; 1 & 2 & 3

༄~𖦹︎ Likes ➪ Forget-me-nots, cornflowers, blue orchids, buttercups, MLP:FiM, Pear Butter from MLP:FiM (favourite character), magic, helping people, creepypastas (enjoys MLP creepypastas and Wii Deleted You most), JSchlatt (father figure), Quackity (brother figure), Shroud (adoptive younger sibling), bells, being with her "herd"(chosen family)

༄~𖦹︎ Mixed Feelings➪ Wilbur Soot, Ranboo, weddings & marriage, the color red, tetris

༄~𖦹︎ Dislikes ➪ Philza, being alone, math, people with the name Jessica who shorten it to Jess instead of Jessie/Jessi

༄~𖦹︎ Proxy Option ➪ 🐄🌻/📀🌻/🔔🌾

༄~𖦹︎ Personality Traits/Quirks ➪ Curious & eager to learn, has a mooing vocal stim, overdresses often

༄~𖦹︎ Typing Quirk(/s) ➪ Always puts a random plant emoji at the end of a paragraph or message (Plant emojis:💐🌸💮🪷🏵️🌹🥀🌺🌻🌼🌷🪻🌱🪴🌲🌳🌴🌵🌾🌿☘️🍀🍁🍂🍃🍄)

➪ Random Sentence Example; Wanna CD? C-DEEZ NUTS! 🌾🌺 // Wanna CD? C-DEEZ NUTS!

༄~𖦹︎ Extra Notes (If Applicable) ➪ If using the second/third art please go to the links for the full arts ^^ (crop is somewhat low quality), Scootaloo [MLP:FiM] fictionkin & may or may not remember her Ranboo and Tubbo as an Applebloom and Sweetie Belle fictionkin respectively; Choice Verbal, Kissed her Tubbo in source one time and the two never spoke about that event again (/neutral)

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༄~𖦹︎ Name(/s) ➪ Pearl/Pearle/Perl/Perle, Pearlette, Agnes/Agnus, Angette

༄~𖦹︎ Pronouns ➪ She/her, It/its, Dae/daes, Daemon/daemons, Demon/demons, Hell/hells, Rabies/rabies, Feral/ferals, Carnage/carnage, Bite/bites, Blood/bloods, Fang/fangs, Jaw/jaws

༄~𖦹︎ Gender ➪ Demoetherale, Devildeitic, Demongender, Softdemogeneder, Bloodymuzzlic, Feralthing, Carnagething, Bitething, Maimthing, Predthing, Rabidpredator, Deathhungrix, Roadkillgender, Rabies pride, Gorenaturic, Panicbloodliminalic, Gorihexen, Futch boygirl lesgirl

༄~𖦹︎ Orientations ➪ Agnosexual, Caligosexual, Fierisexual, Autospec, Femmeromantic, Cotton candy lesbian, Demiroaceflux, Futch boygirl lesgirl

༄~𖦹︎ Age ➪ 19-21

༄~𖦹︎ Species ➪ Demon/devil hybrid (hellborn kind)

༄~𖦹︎ Role(/s) ➪ Landlord [role source: I made it the fuck up, what do it mean? She assign the people to housing/shelter in headspace & secretly owns or builds all the houses (subterm of Architect)] and/or Conductor

༄~𖦹︎ Source or Theme ➪ Devil fem Tommy [DSMP AU] + uh stupid tommy??? (Tommy but the character from his most recent vid where he and Bill do a half-roleplay of 2010 and homelessness and Kanye West)

༄~𖦹︎ Appearance or Faceclaim ➪

➪ Art Links; 1 & 2 & 3

༄~𖦹︎ Likes ➪ Beads & Kandi (the bracelets), ball pit balls (especially weird shaped ones like stars and hearts), rings & necklaces, faux piercings (the idea of actually getting pierced unsettles carnage because she isn't sure if feral will like it for long), Bruce Springsteen, Spiderman, Billzo (he was loyal and sacrificed himself for the business, that was admirable)

༄~𖦹︎ Mixed Feelings➪ Needles (fine in sewing & mending things, but hates them in medical contexts), Kanye West, Billzo (very mixed feelings about the Billzo she remembers)

༄~𖦹︎ Dislikes ➪ Billzo (he is a thief who killed Kanye West and keeps dissing Bruce Springsteen)

༄~𖦹︎ Proxy Option ➪ 💿🏘️/🔥💿/🏘️🌺

༄~𖦹︎ Personality Traits/Quirks ➪ Brainrot (Aura, skibidi, rizz, alpha sigma, etc), runs Tommyinnit Industries, is a semi-corrupt (only corrupt to Billzo) real estate agent land lord, uses crimp beads to decorate fangs tail

༄~𖦹︎ Typing Quirk(/s) ➪ All caps + On&off symbols

➪ Random Sentence Example; "THE B IN BILLZO STANDS FOR BODY ODOR" // "TH£ B |N B|LLZO $T@ND$ FOR BODY ODOR" // "The B in Billzo stands for body odor"

༄~𖦹︎ Extra Notes (If Applicable) ➪ Has watched every Spiderman film and series, You can tell we had Tommyinnit's "Minecraft is just stupid now" video playing while we worked here, remembers briefly dating Billzo's character in source (the Tommyinnit video)

I got zero clue who typed up that first line -Bee

real estate tommy ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ (it was me Xb i added that line pX) -anon(❤️🔫)