#there are a bunch of other ocs that came to mind but I wanted to do more people I talk to often but I might draw some other dolls

[thetwstwildcard]

"Does this mean today is my un-unbirthday?"

Today (September 3rd) is my birthday and so it's also Lyss's birthday ~ ♡

Featuring some beloveds:

Alek belongs to my boy

Petva belongs to @twsted-princess

Camilla belongs to @fumikomiyasaki

Rosa belongs to @multydoodles

Keres and Wyn belong to @terrovaniadorm

Anna belongs to @circuscarnage

Garnet and Howl belong to @just-patchy

Heartslabyul is my favorite dorm so I had to pick some ocs out (plus two oc Lyss ships) along with Riddle and Che'nya

I wanted to keep mostly in the dorm for this but, do any of y'all want to see Lyss "doll-ify" your oc? They don't have to be only from heartslabyul ♡

[teenytinyecho]

Yandere! Cheerleader and Football Player Headcanons

Pairing: F! OC x GN! Reader x M! OC

Warnings: violence, weird behaviors in general

A/N: hello all! This is a more in depth headcanons about my yandere couple, Lana and Jake! I will open request and asks about them after posting this so please send anything you want for me to answer :)

Lana Seymour

BACKGROUND

‌Lana came from a rich and powerful family, they're considered new money. Her father's tech business started to gain momentum when she's only five years old. Because of this she rarely sees her father home.

‌Her mother was a stay at home mom before the business went successful. But after that, she got busy with charities and being a socialite—essentially helping to widen her father's connection.

‌Lana was already a spoiled child from the beginning, usually dictating around the house on what others should do if her parents aren't home. She dislikes slow people, and even worse those who deny her things that she wanted. With one phone call to her parents she could fire anyone working in the house. Why would Lana even lie to her parents about the maid stealing her jewelries anyway?

‌With her parents becoming more absent and only trusting her words, Lana learns to be more cunning and only striking when she really needs too. Although sometimes setbacks like her impatience and ego can ruin her plan.

‌The first time she met you was when she got grouped in with a bunch of nobodies for a group project. Others try to get her attention by flattering her. And you did too! But you only complemented her hair once and that's it. You continued to try to get work done while others were busy kissing her ass, and she likes that just a little bit.

‌You were nice but cordial, never really getting to close to her and keeping a distance. Lana doesn't know why because you're so boring and bland! You're literally wearing an atrocious outfit choice that could make her gag if her friends are wearing it. But she doesn't really mind it on you, really she thinks it suits you.

‌The project in Lana's mind went well (only because she offered to help since only you and her were the ones she thinks are capable of doing it) and after you all present your work, you actually thanked her! By giving her...a small, ugly keychain.

‌Really, Lana sometimes can't help control her faces and she did make a disgusted one seeing the ugly clay dog in her hand. But when you said that you made it yourself and only for her? That made Lana go crazy to say the least.

‌Never in her life did she received something handmade. Only the luxurious and high-end items gifted from her friends and family. And when you gave her this? Her heart skipped a beat, her hands turned sweaty, and her cheeks started to get warm. That's when she knew that you were something special to her.

PERSONALITY

‌Like I've said before, Lana is more or less like Regina George from Mean Girls. I would say that the difference between Lana and Regina is Lana I would say is more of a social butterfly. Sure she's only talking to the people she thinks are worthy of her time but she likes to keep them close if she ever needs them. Only a few people actually had a bad time with her and that's because she fiercely wants to keep her perfect reputation.

‌A bit of a control freak. Everything needs to fit her standards. She already has lots of control since she was young and no one ever denied her of anything so she needs to control every aspects of her life. And maye yours.

‌She's very hardworking for her passion. She lead her cheerleading team to many wins and trophies. She's also very serious about school and is already set up to enter one of the most prestigious universities in the country. Of course, you're coming with her if you even show her an ounce of interest to her or Jake.

‌She's very aware that people are only trying to use her (except for you and Jake) and that's why she sometimes tends to think other people are not that serious for her. Sure, she'll be friendly towards one girl but Lana honestly doesn't really care enough to know anything besides her name. Any information will be thrown out of her mind after the girl goes away anyway.

TENDENCIES

‌She's very nice and touchy with you, but not to the point of discomfort. She might touch your face or hair a bit longer than usual but she'll back away if she notices any suspicion on your face.

‌Already knows all of your information. Where you live, your phone number, your phone password, likes and dislikes—everything she needs to know for the future where the three of you lives happy together.

‌She will always keep an eye for you. Especially pesky people she deems not worthy of your time. Her work's is slightly cut when she realized you never really had a best friend in school, so that made her really happy.

‌When you're closer, Lana will try to get to sleepover at your place. She'll whine and pout cutely and tries to even offer you to stay at her house on the weekends. She's just trying to expand her collection of trinkets from you. So far, the most precious thing she owns is your favorite shirt that you forgot when you're changing from gym class. She likes to wear it with a smile on her face when she's at home, working on her homework.

‌Overall this girl is in love and obsessed with you, but she is trying to be respectful while removing any harm from you from a distance.

Jake Savile

BACKGROUND

‌Jake's family is old money. They own many hotel chains that existed before his mother was even alive. His family dynamics is not perfect, he knows his mother and father only married for business so he doesn't really expects them to love him like a normal parent does.

‌That doesn't make him to act spoiled though. He's trained to hold the family's reputation since he was young, never acting up or humiliating his family name. He's a blank doll that only smiles politely when meeting other esteemed families.

‌He does like watching interesting things. Observing his parents fighting, his cousins bullying a maid, anything that catches his attention he will watch with a hard stare.

‌He's basically a freak that likes to observe things that catch his interest, and when someone catches him in the act—he'll only smile and walk away like nothing happened. Who's going to believe that Mrs. Savile's youngest son was only watching when his cousin pushed someone off the stairs?

‌Once he got into high school, he felt a little free than he is at home. He likes to do sports so he joined the football team. Although his parents were apprehensive at first, that quickly changed when he started to get more wins for the school and people in town started to talk more about him.

‌He started to notice you after he dated Lana in freshmen year. She'll tell him stories about you that might freak any normal person, but he'll only nod and listen with an interested gaze. He's curios to say the least the more Lana talks about you and the chance came when he's faced with you when you're interviewing him for the school newspapers.

‌He was...disappointed to say the least. You were the one Lana's been boasting about? You, who look so boring that you might blend with a crowd seamlessly. He hides his disappointment with a polite smile as you asked him questions about the state championship that the school won.

‌You were nice and that's about it. Nothing really made him interested in you. But he had to admit he saw a few things that perked up his attention every now and then.

‌He really thought you're only acting nice to Lana because you wanted to use her. But that quickly changed when he saw you confronting one of the members of your club about asking inappropriate questions to Lana.

‌Jake had a joint interview with Lana so you had a plus one to help record the interview and also ask questions. He lets out a small scoff when he saw who's sitting besides you, he knows the boy had issues with Lana so he's not surprised when he started asking inappropriate questions not even about the competition that they've won.

‌He noticed your laid back nature turned more tense the more he asked questions. And after the interview was done, Jake was grabbing his bag from the locker room when he stumbled upon the two of you in a heated argument.

‌He's surprised at how you defended Lana strongly. He thought you're only tolerating her to be honest, but he quickly changed his mind when he saw you snap at the boy and slamming your locker shut. With one last glare, he saw you walking away with muttered curses.

‌He might stay with you for a while. Maybe Lana did have a point about you being special. But Jake's going to take this slow and he'll be sure to observe you all the time to make up his mind.

PERSONALITY

‌Jake is actually a nice to everyone. He's basically Lana without the mindset of everyone is beneath them. He's trained to keep his family's reputation so he's learned to be polite and play nice to everyone.

‌More calm and controlled than Lana is, but he can get angry or annoyed by people who are kissing his ass. He knows straight away if people are trying to get close to him to use him, but sometimes he'll let them go on for a while to see if something interesting happens.

‌Very caring and protective about the people he loves. Lana is currently number one in his list (you're slowly getting on top though) but he knows Lana can handle problems by herself so he's usually hanging around in the background as support.

‌Has a more nastier side than Lana is. He's from old money with family members backstabbing anyone to get ahead of each other. He's learned this from his parents and siblings, watching from the side and taking notes on how he can do it better. If he has any pesky problems, especially people, he has connections and the money to make it all disappear.

TENDENCIES

‌He'll always know what's going on in your life. You'd never see him for three days straight and then he's asking your trip to the mall. And when you asked how'd he know about it, he'll just shrug and smile before giving you a lie.

‌Likes to help you with a lot of things. He'll offer you to carry your bag after school when you're hanging out, maybe even sneak a peek on what's inside the bag. He's curious and likes to admire the trinkets on your bag like keychains and pins. Maybe he'll even buy the three of you something to match together.

‌Very motherly? He likes to take care of you and make sure you're staying healthy. Buys you snacks and drinks, maybe even carrying extra medicines for you. He will glare at you and poke your sides when you skip a meal.

‌No one will know he's obsessed with you because he's really good at pretending. But the mask will crack every now and then, especially when you're getting too close to someone. He knows you don't have any friends, so why are you being touchy with someone he's never seen you interact with?

‌Rest assured he will try to intimidate anyone. He'll never get his own hands dirty on his first try though. Like I've said he has connections and he will use it first, and when that's not working? That's when he takes off his goody two shoes mask and just go wild.

[bvrrykook]

A Bookstore Date

⤷ Summary: Jungkook takes you out on a date and spoils you with books and kisses.

Pairings: Jungkook! and oc!

Genre: Fluff

Warning: slight smut I guess

Today, your boyfriend randomly decided to take you out on a date. You explored the city together, visited different stores, and enjoyed lunch while frequently expressing your love for each other. Jungkook was a true romantic; all he wanted was to take care of you and spoil you endlessly.

As you were walking, you spotted a bookstore. You grabbed Jungkook's hand and dragged him with you.

“Are you out of your mind, Y/n?”

You heard Jungkook speak, but his words faded into the background as your attention was captured by the beautiful bookstore. The exterior was wooden and adorned with colorful signs and flickering lights. You didn’t even notice the cars passing by.

As you and Jungkook made your way inside. You noticed the beautiful wooden shelves filled with books the place felt cozy and warm.

“Really? Y/n This is why you almost got us run over by a car because of books.”

“Oh, I’m sorry about that; I guess I was caught up in the damn bookstore.”

You gave him an apologetic smile. He just looks with a toothy grin.

“It's fine baby no need to worry come on let's go look around.”

You smiled at him, grabbed his hand, and went to search for the romance section. Jungkook knew how much you love reading especially when it came to reading romance books. Jungkook can watch you read for hours without getting bored- that's how much he loves you. You looked around at the different books and pointed to each one you had read.

“Ahh! I love this book, Jungkook” you said holding the colorful cover for him to see. As you turned towards him, you noticed how his eyes sparkled with curiosity, giving you a warm smile. “What is it about baby?” he asked taking a few steps closer to you to get a better view of the book.

“Why are you looking at me like that.”

You felt your heart race as you looked into his boba-like eyes. You swear you could marry this man right now and just kiss him, all because he asked you what the book was about.

"It's about two friends struggling with addiction, and we follow their journey as they seek the help they need."

Jungkook could see the happiness that talking about books brought you. He wished he could snap a picture of you at this moment.

Timeskip

“Are those all the books you’re planning to get, love?”

“Yeah, trust me, I have plenty at home and don't need you to spend your money on me.”

“Baby, do you really think that's going to stop me?”

You looked at him with a “ Are you seriously.” look. No matter how many times you told Jungkook to stop spending his money on you, you knew he wouldn't listen.

As you guys approach the cashier, Jungkook reaches into his back pocket to get his wallet. He hands his credit card to the cashier. You and Jungkook walk out of the bookstore hand in hand. A cold breeze hits your face as you climb into the car, but you soon settle into the warmth of the seats.

The drive was filled with laughter, with Jungkook kissing your knuckles and a bunch of “I love yous.” Once you got home, you lay on the bed and admired all the books Jungkook had bought you. You felt the bed sink slightly as Jungkook joined you.

“What you got there baby.”

“Just looking through all the books you got me that's all.”

Jungkook looks at you, leans a little closer, and kisses your neck down to your collarbone. He then kiss you on the lips and start having hot messy make session.

“Ba-baby” you say

But he doesn't listen his hands slide under your shirt up until his hands reaches to your breast and gives them a firm squeeze.

“Baby stop.”

“Why?” he whines, giving you a pouty face. That pouty look makes you want to kiss him all over again, and that's exactly what you do; you climb into his lap and kiss him.

“Wow,” he said, breathing heavily. “What was that for?”

“That was a thank you, baby, for the amazing date and the books you bought me.”

“Really? Then I should do that more often.” you smiled at him and kissed his cheek.

“I love you,” you say.

“I love you too, baby.”

I hope you guys like it.

It's my first time writing.

[misshoneyimhome]

Love your series Willy inexperienced series! I don't know if requests are still open and how William reacted to OC wearing his jewelry and hockey outfits supporting him wouldn't mind if this turns into a breeding kink.

Thank you so much, babe! I’m so happy to hear you’re enjoying the series 🥰

Requests are never entirely closed—I always like to keep the door slightly ajar for all your brilliant ideas 😊

For this one, it could have been set at the start of their relationship, like when he saw it for the first time. But as I started writing, I leaned more towards continuing from Christmas into the New Year. I hope you enjoy it 💕

Tropes and warnings: Inexperienced!reader x Willy, soft boyfriend!William, fingering, implied sexual behaviour

Word count: 1.4K

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Chained To You | inexperienced!reader x William Nylander ✐☆

You were still adjusting the collar of William’s jersey—one you’d confidently “borrowed” from his closet—when you heard the distant sound of the door slamming shut. He was back from practice, and your heart gave a little flutter as you checked your reflection in the mirror. The jersey was oversized on you, hanging loose around your thighs, but you’d cinched it in at the waist with a slim belt, turning his hockey outfit into something just a bit more… enticing.

A silver chain—William’s chain—glistened around your neck, the metal warm against your skin from where you’d been fiddling with it, trying to figure out how he wore it so effortlessly. You’d added a pair of thigh-high socks for good measure, and as you turned to one side, you admired how the jersey slipped off one shoulder, revealing a glimpse of your collarbone.

When you stepped into the living room, William was shrugging off his jacket, hair slightly damp from the shower at the rink. Tired as he looked, the moment he caught sight of you, something ignited in his eyes—surprise, delight, and something deeper, more primal.

“You… you’re wearing my jersey,” he said, half-breathless, half-amused. His gaze flickered down to the chain around your neck, then back up, lingering in ways that made a warm flush creep over your cheeks.

You feigned nonchalance, running your hand down the front of the hockey jersey, smoothing the fabric as though simply admiring it. “Thought I’d show my support,” you teased, a coy smile tugging at your lips. “Plus, I might’ve borrowed this…”—you tapped the chain—“…for, um, moral support?”

A grin spread across William’s face as he let out a low chuckle. “Guess I won’t need to look far to find my missing clothes—and jewellery—anymore.” He stepped closer, slipping an arm around your waist, pulling you in. The jersey bunched under his hand, the belt shifting slightly.

“How’d practice go?” you asked softly, heart fluttering from his proximity.

His other hand came up to toy with the necklace, thumb brushing over the metal chain resting above your collarbone. “Long day,” he murmured, “but seeing you in my stuff just made it all worth it.” His gaze traced over your legs and the high socks, and he let out an appreciative hum. “I like this look,” he added, leaning in so you could feel his breath against your ear.

“I’m guessing it’s not just the look,” you teased, recalling his playful smirk whenever you’d worn his gear around the apartment—like one time you’d turned up in his hoodie and not much else. This time, though, you’d clearly outdone yourself.

His lips curved in amusement. “Is it that obvious?” His tone dropped, turning low, as he pressed a kiss to your temple. “You and your surprises. First the sneaky photos, now you’re wearing my jersey, my chain… you’re driving me crazy.”

“I guess I just like the idea of feeling closer to you,” you admitted, heat pooling in your belly as he trailed a fingertip under the chain. “And maybe I also wanted to see your reaction.”

He chuckled, stepping back to look at you fully. “So, how does it feel?” He gestured toward the jersey, at the big bold number and name emblazoned on it.

You shrugged, letting the garment slip off your shoulder again. “Pretty good. Think I look like I could get out there and play?”

He laughed, eyes crinkling at the corners. “You’d definitely distract the entire team.” With that, he slid a hand up your thigh, hooking a finger under the hem of the jersey. The shift in his expression told you he was no longer playing around. “You want to, uh, ‘show your support’ in other ways?”

“Is that what you want?” you returned, voice going soft with your own brand of curiosity.

His eyes darkened, a flicker of mischief dancing there. “I’m exhausted,” he admitted, “but… I think I’ve got enough energy to see how well you handle wearing my name.”

Your heart fluttered as he guided you backward, nudging you to perch on the edge of the sofa. The jersey gaped over your thighs, and he let his fingers slip under it, exploring bare skin. You inhaled sharply when his touch trailed higher, near the sensitive spots you hoped he’d find.

“Hmm,” he murmured, leaning down, pressing his lips at the hollow of your throat, right near the chain. “Looks good on you.”

His free hand slid around your waist, pulling you flush, as he opened his mouth against your skin, leaving a damp, heated trail of kisses. Heat coiled low in your belly, that all-too-familiar ache reminding you just how inexperienced you used to be, yet how eagerly you’d learned to trust him over the past year together.

“We can take it slow,” he whispered, reading the flicker of nerves that always stirred in your eyes at moments like this. “We don’t need to rush.”

A sense of safety spread through you, but desire overshadowed any hesitation. You reached for him, letting your fingernails graze gently over his shoulders. “Show me,” you said softly, feeling bold. “Show me why you like me in your jersey so much.”

His responding grin was warm yet wicked. He tugged the jersey higher, exposing the lacy panties you’d matched with it. “Wearing my name, my chain… is that your way of saying you’re all mine?” he teased, pressing a lingering kiss to your neck, his breath fanning over your skin.

“If that’s how you want to see it,” you teased back, your cheeks heating up as his hand slipped between your legs, the jersey bunching beneath his touch. He pressed a gentle, exploring stroke on your clothed core, and you inhaled sharply, trembling.

His lips curved, eyes flicking to yours. “Can’t lie—there’s something really… sexy about it. Seeing you wear my number, my chain. Makes me think about you being mine in a more… permanent way.” His voice held a hint of deeper longing, a huskiness that made your heart thump.

“Permanent?” you echoed, your body igniting at the thought.

He inhaled, as though steadying himself. “Don’t look at me like that,” he teased, though his eyes shone with sincerity. “But yes, maybe permanent. Maybe… someday.” He cleared his throat, leaning in to nudge your nose with his, softly. “Like I said… mine.”

A thrill ran through you—he was hinting at something bigger, something about a future together. And maybe something about having more than just a name, more than just a jersey in common. That simmered in the back of your mind, and you recalled how certain fleeting moments had made you suspect he had a breeding kink—like the heated way he sometimes talked about seeing you full, about you carrying his future. It was a topic that made you blush, but also made your pulse spike with forbidden excitement.

You parted your lips to say something clever, but the words didn’t come. Instead, you gasped as he pushed aside the lace beneath the jersey, two fingers finding your slick heat. Your head fell back, a soft whimper escaping before you quickly bit your lip, mindful of Alex’s presence somewhere in the apartment.

William nipped gently at your ear, voice dropping. “Remember, quietly,” he teased, echoing the lessons you’d learned about stifling moans when you absolutely had to.

Your breath hitched in response as he began an unhurried exploration, every stroke measured to coax quiet little shivers out of you, each one more intense than the last. You clung to his shoulders, the chain jingling faintly when you moved, as if reminding him you were still wearing a piece of him. He pressed his forehead to yours, eyelashes fluttering as he gauged your reactions.

“A good way to start this new year, I guess,” you murmured dazedly, half in jest, half in genuine admiration of how gently and thoroughly he was worshipping you.

He laughed softly, pressing a kiss to your temple. “You better not have more surprises up your sleeve,” he teased, likely recalling your habit of leaving him surprise Polaroids or lacy tokens. But from the way he was leaning into you, you suspected he wouldn’t mind if you did.

The moment pulsed with an unspoken promise, a yearning that whispered maybe someday soon he’d do more than just appreciate you in his jersey—maybe you’d truly be his, in every sense, building a life that matched the intensity of your love. But for now, you were content to let him show you all the sinful ways a borrowed outfit and a single piece of jewellery could spark a new level of connection.

You might have been the inexperienced one at the start of this, but as he bent to kiss you again, you realised how far you’d come. And you relished every minute of it.

[yunsound]

Update on the Ao Bing Zhuan drama

Oh my god this never ends.

Part 1 here , read for context

It's actually so funny to watch on XHS. Literally last night I came across an Ao Guang solo art (solo meaning no ships or anything implied, it was just Ao Guang being hot) and there was a comment like "Ying Long your husband is so sexy". I told them not to 嗑药 (keyao) which means not to bring up other ships under an art that's not tagged with that ship. The comment was three words long: 别磕药 (don't keyao).

Holy shit. Within 20 minutes, 6 comments from 6 different people calling me a whole manner of things.

Disgusting fujoshi Dilong shipper (no joke, they literally wrote this)

Fuck off and mind your own business, they're canon

I hate all Dilong shippers, Ying Long is his canon wife

No wonder your ship gets attacked, Dilong fans are so fucking annoying

All fujoshis leave Ne Zha fandom (which is funny because 80% of Ne Zha fans are fujoshis who ship Oubing)

Fuck you

Okay. Wow.

The artist of the post liked my comment but they didn't tell the others to stop, which I get- no one wants to be attacked either.

Funniest thing is I've never even shipped Dilong. Starting to see the appeal now though, at least compared to Guangying.

OKAY.

I think I mentioned this in the last post, but Ying Long's design copied a genderbend Dilong art's design of Ao Guang back when Ao Guang's human form was never shown. This is really ironic.

An update: Oubing is currently the top ship in Ne Zha by FAR, like, by FAR FAR FAR. No other ship comes CLOSE to how big Oubing is. However, Oubing fans have mostly been able to stay out of Guangying vs Dilong drama as well as Ao Bing Zhuan drama.

One of the platforms ABZ is posted on, however, posted two of the author's sketches. One of them is child Ao Bing. The other one is an unknown female character who wears red and has red hair. The caption included this: "Guess who Ao Bing's new ship is with?"

The female character lated debuted and is called Hong. She's a thousand-year old jellyfish spirit.

When I tell you the author couldn't have done anything fucking dumber than try to pair Ao Bing with some random OC girl, I mean it. Oubing makes up like 80% of the fandom. The other 20% consists of half Ne Zha Ao Bing friendship stans and half casual fans. Oubing is probably the only ship with a negative hater rate in the fandom.

If the author tries to pull some "Oh this webcomic is official content so Oubing is a ship that breaks up a canon ship so it's not allowed" I guarantee ABZ will be bullied so hard the author might never be able to do anything ever again. Oubing is probably one of the biggest ships ever in Chinese fandom history. It's also one of the most wholesome, un-problematic (whatever that means) and sweet ships ever. But Oubing fans are hardcore. Like, not rude, but will NOT take shit.

Aside from the unknown girl the author is trying to pair Ao Bing with, they changed the setting of Oubing. One of the biggest parts of Oubing is that they're each other's first and only friend since they're so isolated.

ABZ, however, has Ao Bing go off and make friends with a whole bunch of people- his brothers, (who in the movies are probably dead), a bunch of abyssal sea monsters, etc.

Also the author is one of THOSE Xiao Zhan fans. Not the normal ones- I am also a Xiao Zhan fan. The kind of Xiao Zhan fans that led to the 227 incident and AO3 being banned in China.

ALSO!!!

The most important part!!

I made a Ne Zha post explaining that Ao Guang, Ao Bing's dad and the poor dude caught in the middle of these ship wars, is usually portrayed as an ugly old dude. In fact, Jiaozi said verbatim in an interview that he was originally going to look like

this.

The comparison. Jesus Christ.

Jiaozi said that it was fanart and fanwork that gave him the inspiration for Ao Guang's sexy dilf design. Back in 2019 and 2020, ABZ wasn't out yet: the ONLY Ao Guang arts were all Dilong! Dilong art is the ONLY reason Ao Guang is a sexy dilf instead of whatever the fuck that is.

IDK, I think I've become a Dilong fan despite only seeing Dilong art like twice in my life just because I feel so bad for them.

[dfortrafalgar]

Looooooved ILY! Kudos! It was chair-gripping, tear drenching, rot your teeth fluffy and a bunch of other things in between! Brava! 🥰

If you're still accepting requests (I don't know if you have already been flooded by messages or not) I would like a story about being part of the Kid Pirates but reader is in a really sour mood because it's the anniversary of readers's parents death (you can make up a story if you'd like) and reader disobeys a direct order from him and, to top it off, reader talks back at him in front of the crew, earning the reader a severe punishment (up to you). Eventually Kid finds out why reader's mood is so sour and tries to talk it out except Kid can't be soft and that just makes things more awkward. Could be SFW, could be NSFW, I'm leaving all this up to you. And the ending as well because I only got that far. I hope you like the idea and get excited.

I love your work! ❤️🥰 Thank you for sharing your talent.

HI ANON!!! thank you so much for your request and your super kind words over IMLY, that means so much to me!!!! i know i keep saying this but yall make me smile every single day when i log onto tumblr and see your messages <3

I also really loved writing this request! i really love Kid, but i also wanna kick his ass on the playground if that makes sense, and i think that sentiment came through in my writing ;w; I hope you like it!!! and thank you again!!! (Also, i kept the reason for your parents' death ambiguous, because i know some people (myself included) read fics with their ocs in mind, so you're free to fill in the vagueness with your own personal ideas if you want!)

Feeling Overhaul

Eustass Kid x Fem Reader

The anniversary of your parents' death always leaves you feeling shallow, but your boyfriend's lack of social and situational awareness crops up to make your day even worse.

Warnings: SFW, hurt/comfort, reader being understandably upset, descriptions of an argument with some veeeeery slight verbal abuse, once again hurt/comfort, hurt/comfort. communication is key loves

Your sour mood had been steadily building over the last few days, but your sorrow reached its peak on the last day of the week, according to the barely legible crew calendar that was based off of when the messenger coos arrived with the weekly paper.  It was a day you despised thinking about, the memories associated with the day leaving your throat tight, an uncomfortable malaise in the pit of your stomach.

All things considered, you thought you were doing a decent job at keeping your emotions in check while performing your usual duties on the Victoria Punk.  The bow of the deck needed a thorough scrubbing, a few spots in the walls of the crow’s nest needed repairs from a recent run in with a smaller, weaker pirate crew, and a few secondary sails needed their holes patched up.  It was a perfect day to distract yourself from your woes.  Drowning your discontent in your work had become quite a valuable skill.

Until you slipped on the soap that lathered the hard wood of the bow and fell flat on your ass.  When trying to stand, your hands gave out under you and you hit the deck once more, one of your crew mates tossing you anxious glances as you struggled to regain your bearings.  Climbing up to the crow’s nest, you were plagued with a sudden wash of grief over the day, so much so that you lost your grip and slipped down the Jacobs ladder, your foot catching on one of the wooden rungs beneath you.  Wire was directly under you, climbing as well to assist with the crow’s nest repairs, and his method of helping you after your slip involved gripping your arm so hard it left a bruise.  You bit back your tears at the pain of your crewmate’s hand around your limb and the humiliation of almost falling 12 feet onto the hard wooden hull, but you once again bit back your shame and finished your arduous climb up.

By the afternoon, word had gotten around the Victoria Punk that your work was lacking, that you were clearly struggling with something, that perhaps you weren’t feeling well.  When it finally got around to Captain Eustass Kid, who doubled as your beloved partner, he was less than pleased.

The last thing he wanted to do was deal with your emotions, and the last thing you wanted to do was deal with his abrasive, apathetic attitude.

“Care to explain why the hell the entire crew has caught you slacking off today?” he demanded, thundering toward you in one of the upper corridors of the ship’s hull.  You were still returning some of the tools you had used to patch up the ship’s sails when he accosted you in the hallway.  It was almost dinner hour, and many of the crew were bustling through the same corridors finishing their afternoon tasks before meal time.

“What?” you snapped back, caught off guard by his threatening question.

“Don’t ‘What’ me.  Why have you been tripping and falling everywhere?  What kind of joke are you trying to play?”  His face was angry, livid even, not granting you even one second to explain your plight.

Your eyebrows furrowed.  “I’m not trying to bumble around the boat like an idiot.  I’m just not feeling well and haven’t been able to focus.”

Kid scoffed.  “Then get over it.”

Perhaps you were being irrational, but at the same time, you had officially had enough of the entire day.  You dropped your supplies on the floor around your feet, heat radiating off of your body in waves.  “What did you just say to me?”

Your captain bent down to be at your level, which was insulting to your current state.  “Get.  Over.  It.”

Anger boiled in your lungs, lighting your heart on fire, blinding the corners of your vision with a fuzzy white light.  You tried to turn your back to him and escape down the corridor, but yelped when Kid grabbed your wrist and pulled you back toward him.

“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong with you?” he asked.  He really couldn’t control the sound of his voice, regardless of his current emotion, and the volume of his shouts filling the space made your body tense up in fear.  Eyes watching the scene unfold around you widened.

Around the corner behind Kid’s back, Killer darted forward, alerted to the sounds emanating from the narrow passage.  “Kid, chill out!”

“Are you going to care about me any more if I tell you?” you demanded back, trying to pull your wrist away from his grip.  His flesh hand held firm, however, almost burning your skin.  He shrugged Killer’s own hand off of his shoulder forcefully, completely ignoring his friend’s plea to calm himself somewhat.

Kid rolled his eyes.  “It better be damn important if it’s got you almost falling off of the Jacobs ladder.”

You steeled yourself, sucking in an uneasy breath and facing your stubborn partner head on.  “Today’s the anniversary of my parents’ death.  I’ve never been able to feel alright when I think about them.”

There was a brief, uncomfortable silence that floated between the two of you, the air in the hallway thrumming with a suffocating tension.  Kid’s grip finally relaxed on your wrist, allowing you to yank it away and rub your sore skin.  His red-painted lips finally parted, and all he graced your ear drums with was, “That’s it?”

Your heart dropped.  “What do you mean ‘that’s it’?”

“Parents die all the time.  What makes today so different?”  His narrow eyes were back to their scathing glare.

At this point, however, you had had enough.  You were practically shaking with a barely contained rage of your own as you stepped closer to your captain and spat in his face, causing him to stagger backward, giving you enough space to let your emotions bubble outward.  “I don’t have to tell you shit if you’re going to talk to me like that!  In front of the entire crew?!  Just because you’re my captain doesn’t mean you get the excuse to accost me in the hallway and berate me for slipping a few times.”  You frantically dug through your brain for words to add to your outburst, perhaps asking how he had the sheer gall to have such an attitude toward you despite dropping his walls and being so kind toward you on an average day, but all you could muster in response was, “Fuck you, Kid.”

You stepped away from him, narrowly missing another one of his lunges to get you to stay.  His voice was low and intimidating.  “Don’t talk to me like that.”

“Then don’t tell me that my day of grieving is stupid!  Fuck!  You!” you spat back, finally turning on your heels and sprinting out of his reach, down the hallway and into the ladder well into the lower deck, desperate to get as far away from your captain as possible.  You knew he was prone to struggling with empathy, and kindness had never been one of his strong suits, but to be talked to in such a way, have your feelings belittled after you had almost severely injured yourself as a consequence of your lacking mental health, hurt more than a stab to the liver.

Kid’s burning gaze followed you as you fled, harshly turning on his own heels to slink to the galley and drown his frustrations in whatever liquor the crew had acquired from the last island.  He bumped Killer’s shoulder, forcing the blonde to the side.  The crew watched as their captain rounded the corner out of sight.

---

You didn’t arrive for the dinner call, your usual seat left unfilled and the plate uneaten.  A few crew mates who hadn’t witnessed the explosive scene from an hour ago asked around for your whereabouts, but the only one who bothered to stand up and search for you was Quincy who quickly ate her meal and abandoned the table.

Kid was pounding back alcohol like no one’s business, leading to many a concerned glance.

“Kid,” Killer muttered.  He rested his masked head in his hand, desperate for context at what he had previously run in on.  “What happened?”

“Nothing,” the red-head grumbled, throwing back another mug of golden beer, some of it dribbling down the side of his mouth.

The few straggling crew members who remained around the large dining table shared worried looks.

“It’s clearly not nothing,” Killer countered.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” snapped Kid.  Even at the age of 23, he was still no better than a bratty little child when things didn’t go his way.

Killer dropped the subject with a sigh, the sound escaping the holes in his mask with a subdued hiss.

Quincy, on the other hand, carefully opened the door to the women’s bunk room where she found you, curled on your side on the mattress that used to belong to you when you first joined the Kid Pirates, your face buried in a pillow and your shoulders shaking with silent sobs.

“Darling,” she cooed, silently tapping across the floor to sit on the side of the bed, her gentle hand ghosting over your arm.  “What happened?  Why didn’t you come to dinner?”

The sound of her voice unraveled you from your coil, your tear-stained face and puffy red eyes meeting her concerned stare.  “Kid and I had a fight,” was all you said.

“About?”

You rolled onto your back, clutching the pillow that was thoroughly drenched in your salty tears to your abdomen.  “Today’s the anniversary of my parents’ death, and when Kid asked me what was wrong, he told me, ‘What makes today so different, parents die all the time.’  Like…?” your voice wavered, “Who says that?  And to his girlfriend nonetheless!”

Quincy made a disappointed tsk sound with her tongue, sympathetically rubbing your arm through the sleeve of your shirt.  “Honey, he’s stupid.  But still, he was wrong to speak to you like that.”

You sniffled, wiping some snot from your face with the arm that wasn’t being caressed by your close friend.  “I know… but it still hurts.  I wish he could just… I don’t know… be nicer to me?”

For what it was worth, both of you knew that Kid wasn’t truly ‘stupid.’  He was strong, strategic, and resilient, but when it came to matters of the heart, his brain dwarfed to the size of a peanut.  It was only a matter of getting the headstrong captain to realize how he had truly hurt you.

“Honey, sleep in here for a few nights to get a proper rest, away from him,” Quincy offered, standing up from her seat on your mattress to approach one of the wardrobes, pulling out a comfortable shirt and baggy pants to relax in.  “Let this blow over for a little while, and then you can try to talk it out with him.  We can help if you need it.”

You sat up yourself, gratefully taking the clothing from her arms, a small smile on your lips.  “Thanks, Quin.”

The curly-haired woman left the bunkhouse to let you change, passing by Killer trudging through the hallway, a towel draped over his scarred arm.  “Hey, have you talked to Kid?”

“He’s drunk off his ass right now,” Killer grumbled, dragging his free hand down his mask in a display of exasperation.  “I couldn’t get him to tell me what happened, but he’s gonna be out of it for the rest of the evening.”

Quincy bit the inside of her cheek as she assessed the first mate’s message.  “I’ll tell you.”

---

It had been about three days since the argument Kid had blasted you with in front of your crew mates, your humiliation and anger toward your captain burning a hole into your lungs.  You couldn’t contain your tears for at least six hours after your initial outburst, the grief of losing your parents in the way you had all those years ago now partnered with the anguish of screaming at Kid… and spitting on his face.  The act was so beneath you, and yet.  Dive and Hip, who had seen the argument first-hand, had helped to assure you that you weren’t in the wrong for what you had said, reassuring your stance that Kid was far too intimidating when all he wanted was a simple answer for your strange behavior.

Heat had come to you with a covered plate containing the dinner you had missed, informing you that Kid still had a very poor system of managing his emotions.  While you understood this first hand, being his partner for the better part of a year, you still didn’t believe that was a proper excuse to diminish your emotions in the way he had.

After those three days of your absence, strategically avoiding him at all hours of the day, Kid was fed up.  He needed to talk.  His bed was too empty without you.

Killer told him it would be a bad idea to call you to his quarters, but he did it anyway.  And when your anxious knocking reverberated through the thick wooden door of his cabin, he was quick to call your name and grant you entry.

You stepped in, shutting the door softly behind you, keeping your head low.  Kid stood from his mattress, clearing the floor in broad steps and trying his best to lay on the charm, wrapping his large arm around you and cooing his best, casual greeting, “Hey, babe, I’ve missed you.”

You shrugged yourself away from him, your eyes downcast.  You looked… hollow.  “Did you want something from me, captain?”

Kid felt a foreign pang deep in his chest.  You hadn’t been referring to him as your boyfriend or partner.  Right now, he was strictly ‘captain,’ and that notion left him feeling far too empty and vulnerable for his liking.

Fuck, he wasn’t good at this in any way.

Your gaze bore scorching holes into his own eyes, silently demanding the apology that you knew you deserved to hear from him.  With a deep sigh, Kid turned around and stomped back to his mattress, dropping his head into his hands.

“I didn’t know your parents died,” he blurted.

You stayed quiet.

“I don’t know what you want me to say.”  His voice was a low grumble.

You suppressed a scoff.  “How about, ‘Sorry for yelling at you in front of the crew?’  Or, ‘I’m sorry for saying that your feelings don’t matter.’  Something like that, maybe.”  Your voice, in comparison, was eerily level, your time to be physically upset with the situation having expired two days ago.  Now all you were left with was an uncomfortable feeling of unease, a hole in your heart where Kid usually sat now being emptied and replaced with a barren cavern that desperately wished to be occupied by the man you loved once more.

Because you really did love him.  You knew his lifestyle, his behaviors, his tendencies toward cruelty.  And yet, he remained kind toward you.  He allowed you to open up to him and did the same in turn, and he nestled himself perfectly, albeit clumsily, into your life.  You didn’t want to lose that.

Watching as Kid clearly struggled forming those two little words on his tongue was like watching someone perform self-surgery.  His pride had impeded his sense of empathy for so long that the simple notion of apologizing was such an estranged concept for him.

How stunted.

But you held firm, remaining in front of his closed door as he kept his head in his hand, his thick fingers teasing through his slightly greasy red hair.  After what felt like an eternity, he finally picked his head up.  “I’m sorry.”

There it was.

He continued, sucking in a shaky breath.  “I really didn’t know it was the anniversary of your family’s death.  I wish I asked you about it sooner instead of… that.”

You stayed quiet.

“... Instead of yelling at you like that.  And attacking you for something that was out of your control.”  He kept his voice low, as if he was carefully picking out his words from a small bucket inside his thick skull.

After a few uncomfortable moments of silence, you released the tension in your shoulders with a sigh.  “And I’m sorry for spitting on you.  And for cursing you out.”

“No, you shouldn’t apologize,” Kid stated, finally picking up his head and gazing at you, his eyebrows furrowed.  “I deserved it, really.”  His fingers anxiously rubbed the rough fabric of his pants.  “Killer sat me down and gave me a bit of a beat down.  Physically and verbally.  Because I know I’m not good at this.  I’m not a good person.  And I really fucked up with you.”

You remained firm with your feelings, but you finally approached his bed and sat next to him, leaving a comfortable gap between your bodies that your captain, your partner, didn’t try to close.  He kept his distance from you, silently ensuring that you were allowed, and encouraged, to open up to him when you were the most comfortable.

“I just want to make sure that you actually mean it,” you whispered.  “And that you’re not just saying that without believing it.”

“I mean it,” Kid confirmed, his voice unwavering.  “I really do.”

You gazed at him apprehensively.  “... Promise?”

Silently, Kid held out his pinky toward you.

You looked at his finger, confusion glossing your features.  “What are you doing?”

“Have you never made a pinky promise before?” he asked.

Your mouth threatened to curl into a small smile.  “Can’t say that I have.”

Kid released his hand only so he could take yours, folding your fingers down so only your own pinky stuck out from your fist.  He repeated the motion with his own hand, curling his smallest digit around your own.  “It’s a promise that I mean what I said.  Killer and I used to do this all the time as kids.”

Your composure finally broke as you snorted, your own finger curling around his.  “That’s sweet…”

“The point is that, if I break the promise, you get to break my finger,” he explained.

“Suddenly everything makes sense,” you uttered, your lips finally curling into a grin.  “Don’t give me an excuse to break your finger.”

In response to your lighthearted plea, Kid raised his hand with yours still attached and pulled back down in a handshake gesture.  “Never.”

Your finger stayed curled around his as you gazed at your hand.  “I’m still kind of upset with you.”

Kid’s shoulders stiffened.  “I get why.”  After you stayed silent for a few extra moments, he finally asked, “What can I do to make it up to you?”

Your eyes bore into his once more, his gaze remaining steady as well.  “You can start by not jumping to conclusions… or being accusatory without any context.”  You sighed.  “I’m not telling you to change your entire personality, Kid, because I know who you are.  And I fell in love with the normal, regular You.  But I just ask for a little bit of kindness.”

Kid released your pinky in order to lace his entire hand with yours.  “I’ll give you more than a little.”

“Or I can break your pinky?” you asked once more, another small smile breaking out on your face.

Your partner grinned.  “I’ll throw myself overboard if you ask.”

You finally closed the gap between your bodies, tentatively laying your head on his shoulder.  “No… I wouldn’t want to lose you like that.”

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A Melody from the Heart

Chapter 2 ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

Eminem x Female!reader (Feel free to put in your own oc insert)

Description - Y/n is struggling artist who decides to perform at an event hosted by MTV where a bunch of celebrities will be watching in person. Marshall is invited and is immediately captured by Y/n's beautiful voice. Now all he wants is for her to be on his next song.

Warnings - Throughout the series there will be: Smut, Mild swearing (More warnings to be added in the future)

Y/n spent the next few weeks feeling stressed about her audition tape. She would constantly find herself checking her emails all the time. It came to the point that she would sneak off secretly to check during work. At one point, her manager Tom had caught her.

“Y/n?” He asked, startling her.

Her phone fell out of her hand and it would've hit the floor if it weren't for her fast reflexes. She quickly put her phone in her pocket and turned around to give Tom a nervous smile.

“Hey Tom.” She said with that dumb smile on her face.

“I know you were on your phone Y/n. Matter of fact, I've seen you checking it a lot more recently. Could you explain why?”

“Well, uh. Have you heard of The Rhythm of New York?”

“Oh yeah, that celebrity event that MTV's hosting where people come over to sing?”

“Mhm, well, I auditioned for it.”

“You did?”

“Yeah. I've just been so paranoid about it and I've just been feeling pretty on edge.”

“You auditioned for The Rhythm of New York?” A voice asked ecstatically.

Y/n whipped her head around to see one of her co-workers stick his head out of the door that led to the kitchen in the back.

“Sure did, Daniel.” Y/n responded.

“And you didn't tell me?” Daniel replied dramatically, pretending that he was hurt.

Y/n chuckled at his antics. “Sorry, Dan.” 

“Listen, I understand that you're paranoid about it but you can't be checking your phone all the time at work, understand?” Tom said.

“Yes, no, of course. I understand.” Y/n replied.

Just then, Maya came out of the kitchen with a huge smile and put her arm around Y/n. Their other co-worker, Ali followed Maya out too.

“Just you wait guys,” Maya said. “She's gonna be an international superstar.”

“We don't know that yet. I haven't even gotten anything back. And even if I did get in, my performance will be forgotten about the next day.” Y/n said.

“Oh don't say that!” Ali insisted. “We've all listened to your music and you've got talent, girl!”

Y/n thanked Ali and smiled as she felt a warmth of happiness spread through her heart. Her co-workers at the diner had always been the family she'd never had. They had all the elements a family would have: kindness, support, care and love. Y/n felt safe with them. She felt like she could be herself and not be judged.

Suddenly, a notification went off on Y/n's phone. She looked at Tom pleadingly and gave him a needy look that said: “Please let me check my phone, just this once and then I'll promise to stop getting distracted by it while I work.”

And just like Tom could read her mind, he sighed. “Fine, you can check it. But, seriously, after this you gotta stop going on your phone all the time.”

Y/n checked the notification from her lock screen and noticed it was an email from The Rhythm of New York. She covered her mouth as her eyes widened.

“Is it from them?” Maya asked.

Y/n nodded as she unlocked her phone and opened Gmail. Her shaky thumb hovered over the unopened email as she felt beads of sweat rolling down her face. She suddenly placed the phone down on the counter and started pacing around.

“I can't open it.” She said, feeling scared.

“What? Yes you can.” Daniel replied.

“No, what if I didn't get in? Or what if I did get in and it was just a mistake and then when I go to perform they kick me out? Or what if they kick me out mid performance?! My life is doomed-”

“You got in.” Maya interrupted.

“What?” Y/n replied shakily.

Maya held up Y/n's phone. “You got in. It says it right here.”

Y/n took her phone off her friend and carefully read the email, making sure she didn't miss out a single word. 

“Oh my gosh, I actually got in!” She cheered.

Everyone started cheering for her and hugging her as they congratulated her.

The email read:

Dear Y/n Y/l/n,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been one of the few lucky people to sing at MTV's music event; The Rhythm of New York. 

Please come to the address below to rehearse and practise your performance.

“There's an address below I have to go to so I can practise.” Y/n said.

Maya peered over her friend’s shoulder to read the address. “I know where that is.”

“Do you think you could come with me there later?” Y/n asked.

Maya agreed and they decided to go to the address after work. 

“Alright everyone, back to work.” Tom said, waving his hands  and shooing everyone back to continue their work.

The next week consisted of practising and long rehearsals. By the end of week, Y/n was ready to just throw herself onto her bed and fall into a deep sleep. But she still had more to do. She had to get a dress as well.

So the following week, Maya and Y/n ran through a variety of different stores looking for the perfect dress. Y/n's constant trips to the dressing room made her feel exhausted. It only made her more disappointed when the dress her and Maya chose didn't satisfy her.

“Okay, how about this one?” Maya said. She held up a strapless, dark purple dress that shone in the light.

“Oh, this looks cute. Hope it looks cute on me though.” Y/n said as she took the dress with her to the dressing room.

Y/n took off her clothes and slid on the dress. When she looked at herself in the mirror she smiled joyfully knowing that this dress was the one.

“Well? Do you like it?” Maya said from outside the room.

Y/n slid the curtain open and grinned at her best friend. “Saying I like this is an understatement. I love this!”

Maya gasped in awe as she took Y/n's beauty. The dress fit her perfectly and made her look absolutely phenomenal.

“You need to get this dress! I'll pay for it.” Maya said.

“Oh, you don't need to do that. It's fine.” Y/n insisted.

“Are you kidding me? Y/n, this is a huge event in your life and I wanna help. Please let me pay?” Maya pouted her lips and put on a puppy dog expression that Y/n just couldn't say no to.

“Okay fine. But I'll pay you back.”

After Y/n got changed back into her regular clothes, Maya took the dress and paid for it. They both left the store feeling giddy as ever. 

When they left the store, they were met with the beautiful sight of a sunset. Pink and purples blended together with the bright oranges and pastel blues. It looked absolutely stunning and out of this world.

When they got settled in the car, Y/n opened Instagram and the first post she was immediately met with was an official guest list for The Rhythm of New York posted by MTV themselves.

“Maya! MTV released the guest list!” Y/n exclaimed loudly.

“Jeez girl, calm down.” Maya chuckled. 

“Sorry, this is just really important for me-”

“It's fine, don't worry. Let's take a look.”

Y/n moved her phone over so her and Maya could both see the screen. They both gasped and screamed with excitement as they scrolled down the list and read the names. Y/n's excitement soon turned into nervousness and fear when she read a certain name aloud.

Eminem.

“Eminem's coming to the event?” Y/n asked as her voice shook.

“Holy shit! He is! That's amazing, you love Eminem!” Maya exclaimed.

“Exactly. I don't think I can do this anymore.”

“What's wrong?”

“If I mess up, I'll mess in front of Eminem! Teenage me would never forgive myself. That man carried me through my high school years!”

“Y/n, come on. Don't say that, you're not gonna mess up, you're gonna wow everyone there.”

“I hope…”

The next week felt like a blur and it just felt like all of a sudden when Y/n found herself in the dressing room looking at herself in the mirror.

Tonight was the night she'd perform in front of a bunch of celebrities. Y/n nodded along to ‘Lose Yourself’ as it played through her headphones. She kept repeating the same line in her head over and over again: “You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow. This opportunity comes once in a lifetime.”

Y/n was interrupted by a voice calling her name. When she turned, she saw a tall man wearing glasses and a white wireless mic.

“You're up Y/n. You ready?” He asked.

She looked in the mirror one more time to make sure her hair and makeup looked flawless. She stood up and dusted off her purple dress then smiled at the man.

“I'm ready.”

The hall was full of different celebrities at their tables. Marshall and Hailie sat at the table in the back as they had their drinks.

“I still don't get how you drink sparkling water.” Hailie said. “It's disgusting.”

“It's not that bad. You're overreacting.” Marshall replied teasingly.

In that same moment, the announcer came onto stage with a bright smile on his face. “Good evening everyone!” He said. “Our first performer will come onto stage soon. Her name is Y/n Y/l/n and she's singing her own song tonight, A Melody from the Heart. Give it up for Y/n!”

“Ooh, an original song. That sounds good.” Hailie said, her voice full of excitement.

Marshall only hummed and nodded in agreement.

Y/n took a few deep breaths before she walked on stage and stood behind the mic. She could feel her heart picking up its pace and thumping out of her chest. Butterflies erupted in her stomach as it twisted and turned around in her body. Beads of sweat trickled down her forehead. 2 seconds had only gone by. Luckily, she couldn't see the audience because lights were dimmed down. The only lights in the room were the vibrant ones on the stage. She saw Marshall and Hailie sitting in the back and quickly looked away, not wanting her nervousness to ride even more.

Eventually, the song started to play and Y/n put herself together before she opened her mouth to sing. Her voice was gentle and pure as the beautiful melody poured from her lips. She sang her heart out and conveyed the mixture of deep emotions from the song to the audience.

Marshall was taken aback and watched in absolute awe as he watched Y/n. He didn't expect such an angelic and velvety voice. He could see her words painting a harmonious picture. He fell into a trance and the only thing he could do was just focus on the beauty of her voice. Not to mention that Marshall thought Y/n looked absolutely ravishing in that purple dress.

When the song ended, the audience erupted into a chorus of cheering and applause. Y/n smiled softly and bowed before leaving the stage. And as soon as she left the stage, Marshall had only one thought in his head:

“I need her on my next single.”

Right after Y/n left, the next performer was quickly called onto stage. She quickly ran over to someone else working there and asked if she could leave.

“Yeah, you can leave honey. Is everything okay?” The woman asked.

“Yeah, I just have a night shift I need to get too.” Y/n lied.

“Ooh, you're a very busy woman, huh? Well you can leave. Exit is through the back.”

Y/n thanked the lady before quickly darting through the back door. She quickly made her way to the front and at perfect timing, Maya pulled up in her car. She rolled down the window and smiled at her best friend gleefully.

“Girl, you were amazing!” Maya exclaimed.

“Did you see me on TV?” Y/n asked as she chuckled and got into the passenger seat.

“Of course I did! You killed it, and the lighting made you and that dress pop!”

“Thank you Maya!” Y/n wrapped her arms around her friend and held her closely.

Maya started driving away but it only took Y/n a few moments to realise that they weren't taking the correct route to her apartment.

“Where are we going?” Y/n asked.

“Oh, I left something at the diner, can we quickly go there so I can get it?” Maya asked.

“Yeah, that's fine. But isn't it closed? Do you have a key?” 

Maya nodded slowly and furrowed her eyebrows as she pressed her lips into a thin line. “Uhh, yeah.” She sounded unsure.

Y/n nodded and hummed in agreement as she felt suspicions rising.

When they reached the diner, Maya made Y/n get out of the car too. It took Y/n by surprise when Maya opened the door without the key. The lights were also turned on which caused Y/n to be even more confused. But as soon as she stepped inside, her co-workers came out from behind the counter and yelled: “SURPRISE!”

Daniel pulled the string of a confetti cannon making colourful bits of paper fly around everywhere.

“Dude, I told you not to use that!” Sam said.

“Chill, I'll clean it up. Don't worry.” Daniel replied dramatically.

“Oh my gosh! What is this?” Y/n asked.

“A surprise party!” Ali said as she revealed a chocolate cake and placed it on the counter.

“Oh you guys! You didn't have to.” 

“It was Maya's idea. She insisted.” Sam said.

Y/n hugged Maya tightly as she felt tears of happiness well up in her eyes. “Thank you Maya.”

Maya wrapped her arms around her friend and whispered. “Of course. You deserve it.”

They cut the cake and decided to watch the rest of the performance on the TV mounted on the wall.

“Were all of you guys in here watching me on the TV?” Y/n asked.

“Yeah, duh! And let me just say, you did great! Actually, that's an understatement. You did phenomenal! You should've seen the audience's faces.” Daniel said.

“Oh my goodness! Eminem's face. He looked like he was in love!” Maya said.

Everyone nodded and hummed in agreement as they ate their cake.

“Guys, that's crazy. Eminem is not like that. He's a very guarded person. That doesn't sound like him.” Y/n said.

“Okay, well whatever it was. He just looked amazed.” Sam said.

“Well, now I'm not gonna be able to sleep cause that's all I'm gonna be thinking about.” Y/n replied.

Everyone laughed and continued eating their cake as they watched the rest of the performance together.

During a break, everyone was allowed to get out of their seats and get some food and talk to others, including the people who performed.

Marshall quickly got out of his seat. He wanted to find Y/n and talk to her. He normally wouldn't do anything like this but this little voice in his head was telling him that she had so much potential in her.

He found a lady who worked there and approached her. “Uh, hey. Is uh, Y/n Y/l/n here?”

“Oh, I'm so sorry. She had to leave early. She had a night shift to get to.” The lady replied. 

“Oh, right. That's fine. Thank you.” 

He walked away, feeling slightly disappointed. Hailie was able to sense that when he approached her.

“Everything okay, dad?” She asked.

“Yeah, uh. You know that girl who first came out? Y/n Y/l/n.”

“Yeah, yeah. What about her?”

“Well, I'm not too sure yet but I kinda want her for a feature.” 

“You do? I told you you would. Should've placed a bet on it.” She muttered the last part quietly but still loud enough for her father to hear.

“Uh, no. Let's not do that.” Marshall replied. “But yeah. I guess you were right.”

“I'm sure if you search her name online you can find her socials.”

Marshall smiled subtly at his daughter and nodded. “Yeah.”

A/N: This chapter was quite late and I apologise! I can finally start working on the asks and then my other series. Hope you enjoyed!

[kaleidoscopewritings19]

Joel Miller x F!Reader

Title: The World Still Turns PART 1

Warning(s): None

Character(s): Joel Miller, F!x Reader, Ellie Williams, Maria and Tommy Miller, OC Nicolas Barnes.

When it rained in Jackson, it rained. It would downpour for hours on end, and at night when you could find sleep, the rain would send you into a deep slumber. The world still worked like it was supposed to, regardless of the outbreak that took over the earth twenty years ago. People still had normal problems amongst the abnormal ones that this damned outbreak brought with it.

The normal ones were simple: raise a family if you happened to get knocked up, make a relationship work, there were still cheaters on the earth, and going to whatever work there was in the commune. The abnormal problems were a mile long: don’t get bitten by an infected, don’t get eaten by a group of cannibals, and stay alive without drawing too much attention to the commune.

Everyone still had a life to live, and the earth was going to turn and do what was natural, even if the earth was filled with the unnatural. It was something you had learned; you grew up in a QZ, and were taught that government order should still reign.

You desperately wanted a life where you were living for yourself and by yourself outside of the quarantine zone. It was going to be difficult, but you wouldn’t be living off of mediocre ration cards you received for burning infected bodies, or smuggling dope and making deals with the QZ officers.

Joel Miller crossed your path before Ellie came into the picture. He was your supplier, and you were just a runner. You fed him and Tess information when you could, and sometimes you helped supply them with things like pills, marijuana, whatever they needed you helped. Then you decided to leave it all behind one day, and Joel Miller happened to follow you outside of the QZ gates one night.

You held your hands up in the air, thinking you had gotten caught by the QZ police. “Y/N? What are you doing out here? ‘Specially this late at night. You know leaving the gates means you can be punished by the highest extent of the law.” Joel stated and you slowly turned around, lowering your hands.

“I’m tired of living like we’re a bunch of disposable prisoners. So I’m leaving.” You stated and Joel shook his head with a shit eating grin on his face.

“It’s not gonna be an easier out there, darlin’. No guaranteed meals, just a bunch of infected, and crazy people.” He stated and he moved around you, looking you up and down.

“I’d like to take my chances.” You replied before walking away from him. He grabbed your shoulder, “I’m bein’ serious. Come back and Tess and I can get you more involved. More ration cards, weapons, whatever you need. We can’t lose someone who gets good information.” He stated and you looked around at the tall wall in front of you.

“The lieutenant has a strong likin’ for you. I’ve noticed it, Tess has noticed it. You could retrieve information that would be useful to us.” He said and you ended up biting it, and staying.

You stayed until Tess and Joel were given a proposition; smuggle this girl Ellie to the Capitol Building. Joel insisted on you coming along, and you did. Everything did not go according to plan; Tess was bitten and stayed behind to give you, Joel, and Ellie more time to escape from the hoard of infected.

More things happened in between then and the three of you first arriving into Jackson; things you had pushed back in your mind.

Something sparked between you and Joel— the two of you had formed a bond, a relationship with one another. You were younger than he was, and the relationship never went past anything other than stolen kisses and hooking up to release pent up emotions and stress.

But now here you were, permanent residents of Jackson, trying to live the most normal lives. You had assumed that since the three of you could fully settle, Joel would want to take this relationship a step further than just being “fuck buddies.” But your assumptions were wrong; he didn’t want you the way you wanted him. It took you awhile, but you accepted the fact.

Ellie would bounce from your house to his, and constantly asked why the three of you couldn’t live in the same house. “We have our own spaces, El. He needs his and I need mine. We’ve known each other a long time, but now we have the opportunity to experience life without needing one another.” You stated and Ellie rolled her eyes. She knew that you and Joel were more than just friends; she knew a lot more than what she led on. Ellie knew that the two of you couldn’t survive without the other. She realized it before you or Joel did.

However, you decided it was time for you to move on. It was a known fact that Maria did not really care for Joel; sometimes she despised him.

So when the opportunity came about, she set you up with a man named Nicolas Barnes. He had been at the commune a long time; he was someone you could trust, and he was respectable.

Needless to say, the two of you ended up engaged and it sent the commune into a gleeful uproar. Everyone knew about it, and everyone loved the idea of the two of you being together.

The only person who wasn’t happy by the news was Joel. When Nicolas had announced it in the dancing hall, Joel turned on his heel, and didn’t speak a word to you.

Ellie wasn’t happy with the news, but she made it known to you when she came over the next morning for breakfast. “Does this mean I can’t come over anymore?” She questioned and you shook your head. “Of course not. Nick adores you, and you’re like… practically my kid. You still have a bedroom here and everything.” You said as you sat a plate of food in front of her.

She slowly picked up her fork, “Does this mean the two of you are going to have kids of your own?”

“Possibly. I don’t see why not. There’s people here who can help deliver a baby, and we’re safe for the time being.” You said as you took a drink of water.

Ellie picked at her eggs, “Why can’t you have that with Joel?”

The question took you by surprise, and you choked on your mouthful of water. You patted your chest, “Hm? What are you talking about?”

She looked you in the eyes, “Why can’t you and Joel get married? Have a bushel of kids and just I don’t know… be like you were before getting here?”

You wiped the water off the counter and clutched the towel in your hands. “Ellie, Joel and I… We just, we just aren’t meant to be with each other.”

“Why?”

“Oh El, because he doesn’t want what I want. He’s afraid to settle right now and—“

“Can’t you wait for him?” She questioned. You never had to beat around the bush with Ellie. So you gave it to her straight.

“I’ve waited a really long time Ellie. It’s been two years and he still hasn’t shown any interest in a relationship. Now eat your breakfast before it gets cold. Maria called a meeting and I have to go.” You say and you walked behind her and ruffled her hair.

She turned in the chair and hugged you and you hugged back. Ellie was always straightforward with her questions and she wasn’t afraid to ask them. It was the part of the reason you had grown to respect the teenager; she was strong willed and it was impressing.

———

When you had gotten to “town hall”, you walked in through the door and bumped into someone. “Oh, I’m sorry—.”

Joel’s dark brown eyes fell on you, and you were sure your face was flustered. “Joel, it’s been awhile. How have you been?” You asked and he turned his attention away from you. “Fine.”

Awkwardly, you smiled, “That… that’s good to hear. Ellie’s at my place, so if you go looking for her—”

“She told me where she was goin’.” He mumbled before walking off and you stood there like he had slapped you.

With a sigh, you quickly walked to the front and sat down as Maria and Tommy went to the front of the room. “Thank you all for coming. I know everyone would rather be at home staying warm and dry. But some of our patrol officers have spotted two infected in the area.”

Everyone started to murmur amongst themselves. “We are sending two people out to take care of the problem, and we choose Y/N Y/L/N. You’re our best archer. We need the problem taken care of quietly.”

Everyone turned their attention to you, and you nodded as a response. Sometimes you hated that you showed everyone your secret talent.

“And we’re sending Nick with you. He’s checking out another problem towards the south, but once he gets back, he’ll go with you. Meeting dismissed.” She said, and before everyone could leave, Joel stood up, and everyone sat back down.

“There’s no reason to wait. I’ll go with her. We can’t risk letting the infected get any closer to here.” He said, his Texas accent deep and thick.

Everyone started nodding, and simultaneously saying: “Yeah”, “He’s not wrong!”

Maria looked at you with questioning eyes, and you shrugged your shoulders. “Everyone, calm down. Joel. permission granted. Y/N, follow me.” She said and you followed behind her into one of the private rooms. She closed the door, “Are you sure you’ll be okay going with Joel? Because if it is going to be a problem, we can just wait until Nick gets back.”

You sat on the edge of the desk, “I’ll be fine. I just want to get the job done and get back. The faster the trip, the faster Joel and I can go our separate ways.”

Maria nodded in agreement, “I’m going to lend you a tactical bow. It’s the last one that is in decent condition.’ She walked to a cabinet drawer and pulled out a bow case and grabbed a handful of arrows.

You accepted the case and placed the arrows carefully in the bow case. “There were only two spotted, it should be a piece of cake. Take your guns, but only use them if it is absolutely necessary.”

You smiled and closed the case with a loud click, “We’ll leave now. The rain has seemed to stop, but it’s going to pick up again later.”

Maria patted your back, “Good luck.” You were definitely going to need all of the luck you can get; you and Joel alone? Never worked out.

Joel was standing by the buildings entrance, “We leave in ten. It’s going to be a walk, so we need to get going.” You commanded as you walked past Joel. You made sure not to glance or give him the time of day; you were furious he even volunteered to go.

When you had gotten to your house, Ellie was lying on the couch with a book in her hands; you explained to her what all was going on, and she needed to stay put. Of course, Ellie couldn’t go down without an argument on why she should go, and then you explained to her Joel was going too.

“Oh. Okay. Have fun!” She said before racing out your front door, leaving you baffled at her sudden obedience.

———

Joel met you at the gates of Jackson; his rifle was hung on his pack and you couldn’t help but to stare as you approached him.

Over the past couple of years, he has filled out to a healthy weight, his hair was thicker and there was more gray hairs in his beard than on his head. He was attractive, and you hated yourself for allowing you to think that way of Joel. He didn’t want you, and you still found him attractive.

Tommy patted your back, “This could be a two to three hour walk. If they aren’t by the dam, then they may have gone in the woods. Be vigilant, okay? If you’re not back tomorrow afternoon, I’m sending a team.”

You nodded and slung your bag over your shoulders, “Sounds good to me. Keep an eye on Ellie, please.” You said to Tommy, and he gave you a small smile. He looked over at Joel with an eyebrow raised. “Sure you can handle this, Joel? It’s a long walk.”

Joel stuck up his middle finger, “I can handle it.”

Tommy smiled at his big brother, “I’m sure you can old man.”

——

The infected were not by the dam, so you and Joel made the descent into the thicket of trees and shrubbery. Not a bird could be heard or seen; there was no sign of life, not a single bug buzzing by, or squirrels scurrying across the fern filled ground. “I don’t like this.” Joel said quietly and you looked over your shoulder.

He was taking small careful steps, his rifle clutched in his hands. “Like what?” You stopped and waited for him to catch up next to you.

“It’s quiet. Too quiet. Cicadas should be out. ‘Specially with the rain stopping.” He walked past you, and you followed close behind him.

You listened intently for any sound, but all you could hear was your boots stepping into the wet soil of the earth, and the occasional snap of a twig, or the soft crunch of wet leaves.

Dusk was already falling across the sky, and a roar of thunder shook the ground beneath you. You knelt down to the ground when you found a set of smeared footprints in the mud; they couldn’t belong to you or Joel. “J, look.” You said pointing down at the imprints.

“This could be their tracks. It looks like someone was dragging their feet, could be our infected.” You stated and Joel knelt down next to you.

He studied the tracks and they went straight past where the two of you were standing. “These look fresh… really fresh, like ten-fifteen minutes fresh.”

An all too familiar choked gasp and click sound made the hair on your neck stand up. Joel’s eyes fell on yours and he pressed a finger to his lips; he stood up and then helped you up from your knees.

The two clickers were standing right in front of the two of you. Joel gripped your arm as two more came out from behind a tree, and again, he held his pointer finger to his lips, and you nodded in response.

Your backpack was flush up against his, his left hand clutched onto yours, and both of your right hands had a gun gripped into your palms. A loud boom of thunder roared in the sky, and the clickers “looked” around frantically, and on a boulder in front of you, a clicker croaked and you bit your lip, preventing any sound from escaping.

It stared directly at you, and lunged towards you with a great force. Joel shoved you to the side as the end of his rifle collided into the skull of the infected.

This sound didn’t go unnoticed by the other three clickers and it sent them into a frenzy. Rain began to fall as you pushed yourself up off the ground, looking around to see two, three clickers charging towards you and Joel. Easily, Joel stabbed the one that lunged at you in the back of its head.

One croak after another filled the air, and Joel grabbed your hand leading you deeper into the woods. The rain became relentless, making the grass slippery and visibility obscured.

When the two of you managed to get a good distance away, you pulled out your bow and a couple of arrows. “What the hell are you doin’? A bow and arrow, are not goin’ to work.” Joel hissed and you ignored his comments.

You stood up from behind the bush that was shielding you, and you pulled back the bow string, your fingers carefully gripping the arrow. You took a deep breath in and slowly breathed out, releasing the arrow and string. A clicker dropped to the ground and you mouthed to Joel, “See?”

It was easy for you, and arrow after arrow, you took all but one out. You and Joel had decided to split up because you had more than proven you could handle this situation if you happened to find it first.

The wind had picked up significantly and you shivered in the wet clothes that clung to your body. You wiped the excess water from your eyes, and a willow branch whipped you in the face as the wind violently shook the branches. Before you could react to the sharp sting to your cheek, a loud croak emitted from your left. This clicker was huge.

Its body was thickly coated in fungus; it had to have been the body of a body builder. Your feet were glued to the ground from fear; your scream was caught in your throat, and you stood there wide eyed in silence. This was how you were going to die. The monsters head cocked to the left and then to the right, croaking, and then its attention was fully on you.

Shakily, you turned on your heel and started running, its heavy footsteps sloshed in the thick mud and you kept losing your footing. You ran left and right, running through the thick woods and you could hear the clicker bump into trees and trip over holes and rocks, but it was relentless.

There was no escaping this— your thoughts were jumbled, you were out of breath, and you lost concentration of where you were going. Your brain was overwhelmed, your chest was heaving, and you foot had caught itself on a tree root that was sticking out of the ground. You fell with a thud, and quickly turned over.

The clicker was just mere feet in front of you, and you slowly dragged yourself back. Your hand fumbled to retrieve your gun from its holster, and the infected started to creep towards you. It had been a long time since you had gotten a good look at an infected.

Most of the time, your job was just to kill it; you were an amazing shot, you were able to use a bow, a knife, and any kind of gun. You were never in this position, but there’s a first time for everything. Your lips trembled, your heart was pounding in your chest, and you were shaking. Hard. With a slow breath, you had accepted your fate. Joel was going to find you dead—shredded apart and mangled. You tightly closed your eyes and you heard the clicker leap towards you.

All you could manage to scream was one word: “JOEL!”

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[studentinpursuitofclouds]

How about the towns people reacting to the farmer who despises joja. Like, think about it. The farmer left their soul sucking office job at joja behind only to see them again right across the bridge. I bet they would support the community centre out of spite.

They are normally a friendly and sweet person but the moment joja comes into the conversation they snap a little. Morris talks to them and their left eye twitches rapidly cuz this guy reminds them way too much of their old boss. They have dark dreams about the blinking lights of the work and rest lights and the bosses looming over them through the glass in their office.

Locals swear they see the light disappear from their eyes whenever they accidentally fish up a joja can.

Oh man, That's just about a perfect description of my OC Farmer. He is by nature a very kind and patient man, but every time he sees JojaMart, catching more trash with that logo on it, or sees people who use every means, even mean ones (remember that scene with Morris), to destroy the competition and become monopolists, he gets very sarcastic. Sometimes, it can be just pure rage.

But let's not talk about my OC, because the question here is about a neutral farmer 😅 So enjoy, dear anon!

SDV townies react to the Farmer who despises Joja:

Marlon's mind is more on protecting the Valley from monsters than on boycotting some store. He wouldn't have known about this until one day Farmer came in with a bunch of soda cans with the Joja logo on them, while swearing about the same logo. They told to the one-eyed adventurer that they had fished this cans of the mine waters at level 100. How these soda cans managed to end up in literal lava without burning or even deforming from the lava's temperature was a mystery to Marlon.

Stardew Valley has its own zest that makes the place unique, and according to Penny, JojaMart is ruining that uniqueness. Plus they constantly put promotions on the beer and ales they sell, which Pam just can't refuse. So Penny isn't too thrilled about Joja.co appearance in Pelican Town either.

How Willy understands them! There is already so much garbage floating in the sea from Joja's products that has endangered fish and other marine life. And the mart that was built here has only made the problem worse. So the old sailor will support the Farmer if they want to kick this corporation out of Pelican Town.

Not that George would care much where his wife bought the leek: from the farmers or from that huge store. After all, a leek is a leek no matter how you cooked it. Still, though, memories of his grandfather and his farm bring back fond memories of things that used to be both simpler and better. He's also annoyed by the loud music coming from the speakers in that supermarket, which is "supposed to attract customers" but distracts him from his nostalgic thoughts. Can't he have some quiet time in his own home anymore! If the Farmer wants to stage a boycott, then George will be the first of the participants!

Oh, this is so much fun! Abigail feel bad that she provokes Farmer on purpose, but it's not her fault that her friend gives such a funny reaction at any mention of Joja. "Look, Sam bought me a Joja cola, you want some?" *Possum hissing*

Haley thinks the Farmer is a fool. The only civilized supermarket in town, and Farmer looks at it as an insult to all humanity. Yes, the quality of the clothes leaves a lot to be desired, but there are a variety of sweets to choose from! And there's plenty goods for farming, too. The girl doesn't understand what Farmer's problem is.

Whoa whoa, easy, why the outburst of rage? What? Yeah, Alex bought a dozen eggs at JojaMart. After all, he needs protein. Hey! What's the Farmer doing? Give it back, why did they take the eggs?! If they wanted some egg, they could just ask! Wha?... Oh, the Farmer gave him three dozen eggs. These are from their farm? Uh, thank you. So big, and much better quality than he bought from Joja..... So, how's he gonna explain to Grandma that Alex now have three dozen eggs?

Gus sincerely hopes the Farmer doesn't vandalize his Saloon, at least as a sign of respect for the very owner of the establishment and his property. Because they've been looking at that Joja soda machine for too long. It's like they're trying to desiteng this poor vending machine. He may also have to take Joja Coke off the menu.

*Gasp* Hee-hee. Oh, Marnie can't stop laughing. To be honest, at first the young Farmer's angry stare and scolding caught her off guard and frightened her a little. But later, she can't stop giggling after every barbed comment towards Joja.co, their old boss and "colleagues".

Sheesh, wow. Sam would never have thought that a person could cringe like that at the mention of Joja. The young guitarist should think twice before opening a can of Joja Coke with Farmer standing next to him, because they will vaporize that very can with a look.

Jas already knows what natural resources are and has often heard from Miss Penny that many huge corporations often abuse and deplete these same resources. And this thought makes her sad. But she does not want to quarrel with anyone, so Jas will offer the Farmer to draw a poster together so that Joja will respect nature and makes products that do not harm animals and plants (spoiler: it won't work, but the Farmer was very touched by the girls’ idea).

Bad food? Bad store? But Mr/Mrs Farmer, why do you say that? Vincent doesn't really understand why they hate that store so much, where he often goes with his mother to visit his older brother and buy groceries. His mom even also buys him ice cream in the form of a dinosaur! Because dinosaur is so cool. What? Do they have a living dinosaur?! In a coop? Can he take a look please??? The farm is much cooler than this "Jodja'! Mom look, Mr/Mrs Farmer has a pet dinosaurs!

Oh, that whole blue trash things makes Leo and his bird family very sad. So he understands why the Farmer is so upset too. But the boy is not discouraged and wants to make a clean-up day together with Farmer, Linus and the parrots. Maybe the Joja people will see the beauty of nature and stop littering!

Oh, no, Farmer. You don't need to show so much negative emotion! Emily herself is not fond of Joja and their constant pollution of the environment with their waste, but absorbing so much anger and spreading it to others is not the best way to go about it. She does worry about the Farmer's mental state and will offer them meditation classes to get rid of the bad thoughts associated with the old job and Joja in general.

Shane would probably be the second person who truly hates Joja. Stupid, energy-sucking job, stupid boss who makes him work overtime, stupid uniforms that don't fit him and that make him itch. Can the occasional theft of beer and frozen pizza from Joja's warehouse be considered a form of protest?

Caroline nearly dropped her tea cup when Farmer literally hissed at the mention of Joja and Morris. The two of them were sitting alone in her sunny room drinking tea and Caroline was a little sad that her husband's business had gotten tougher since JojaMart had come to town. She had heard from the Mayor the reason for the Farmer leaving their old job and truly understands their decision (after all, life in the big city can be very tiring). Though the young Farmer's reaction to the mention of Joja.co has her a bit amused.

But when Pierre walked into the sun room (to pick up his gardening tools) where his wife and Farmer were sitting, and heard the conversation about his store and Joja, he started wailing and whining about the desperate situation. And the shopkeeper would wholeheartedly support Farmer in the idea that everyone would be much better off without blasted Joja! However, when the Farmers were about to leave, they thanked Caroline for the tea, and finally, with a sly smile, said that "Joja will not stay here for long". What this meant, neither Pierre nor his wife understood.

"Fuck! Fucking bitch ass Joja with their fucking cans and CDs! I want fish, not that dog ass shit plastic! Rot in hell, you goddamn corporation, bunch of bastards and rats!" Sebastian is used to Farmer's tirade by now, and watches from the kitchen window, sipping his coffee, as his poor friend has been trying to fish the mountain lake for the past two hours. Judging by their profanity, fishing was not going well.

But poor Maru, who almost dropped the wrench on her foot, heard the Farmer's profanity for the first time and thought something was wrong. When she went out to inquire after their fortunes, they were already sitting on the shore crying... and surrounded by the garbage from Joja.co. The young inventor invites Farmer into the kitchen for a cup of coffee with her and her half-brother.

While the brother and sister consoled Farmer with words and caffeine, Demetrius, seeing that there was now a lot of plastic lying nearby, offered to the Farmer take his recycling machine and scheme if they wanted more machines. Recycling would help to bring the environment back to its former state, also the recycled garbage would become useful products for the farm! Demetrius thinks it's unlikely that they'll be able to boycott the huge company in any way, so it's better to help the ecology like that at least.

Robin almost died laughing. "Holy macaroni, you swear like an old sailor!" She really didn't expect such profanity from such a quiet and kind person, but her son and daughter were not the only ones who heard the poor youth's tirade after a bad fishing trip. But Robin doesn't want to tease the poor Farmer, so she goes along with her husband's offer to take their recycling machine.

Oh dear, don't be so furious, you get a headache! Evelyn can understand why the poor Farmer is upset, but she would hate to see such a kind and sweet youth in a constantly bad mood because of Joja. Maybe they'll drop by for tea? She just baked cookies, and didn't use Joja products, granny promises! *wink*

Linus can feel Mother Nature weeping and choking on all this garbage and waste. And how her crying has gotten stronger since Joja their big store in town. The wise man stays calm though and tries to comfort the Farmer, because anger clouds his thoughts and it's impossible to think of ways to help nature.

Hmmm, dear, but Joja is full of good gardening supplies and farming seeds, and at a low price. Jodi thinks they should look in there and get something for.... Oh, okay, fine. Jodi won't mention Joja again, or she gets the impression that nice Farmer is transforming into a beast before her eyes.

Now, now... There's no need to get so angry or you'll get high blood pressure, Harvey knows what he's talking about. Anger is inherent in everyone, but he is well aware of how mental problems later affect a person's physical health. So if Farmer doesn't learn to control their anger, then it will be Dr. Harvey himself who gets angry. And take his word for it, Farmer, he will scold you severely.

For all his desire to help Farmer, Rasmodius feels he should not interfere in people's lives, much less use magic for it. Plus, he feels that there's no point in looking for an answer to solve a problem when the answer is right in front of them. Hmm? What is he talking about? Ah, young adept, the forest spirits will show you the way, you just have to learn to listen to them carefully.

Leah knows what it's like to live in a big city at an energy-sucking job, under the all-seeing eye of a mega-corporation (also with her ex who mumbling everyday about more profitable professions). And when Leah sees JojaMart, her mind involuntarily returns to that unpleasant part of her life. To be honest, she would also start snarling and hissing like a Farmer because of Joja or any other company that is trying to greedily take Stardew Valley for itself.

Elliott bows before Farmer: to reach such a peak of eloquence, masterfully masking sarcasm in conversation with the help of barbs and epithets - such a level was not even reached by Elliott himself, even with his rich vocabulary. The writer doesn't know why this manager from Joja.co angered the always good-natured Farmer, but Elliott made a note to himself to never get on the Farmer's bad side.

All right, kiddo! Don't bark at the store like a guard dog! Do Pam a favor and move your bum away from the main JojaMart entrance, she has to get a dark ale on special, plus a 15% off coupon. Huh, don't like Joja? Then don't look at them and problem solved! Like a piece of cake.

The tired father had to put his hands over Vincent's ears more than once to keep the youngest of his sons from hearing the endless stream of profanity from their new Farmer about the greedy megacorporation. Though Kent would be lying if he said the whole rant didn't make him laugh. Still, he tries to hide a smile under his wife's stern gaze.

All right, enough! Why don't you stop swearing, there's little kids walking around! Lewis can understand anything, but not useless swearing. The town mayor really does miss the days when they were all at the old Community Center, but yelling at Joja won't do anything. What do you mean the "Community Center will soon be alive again"? Farmer? Where are they going? Yoba, they're just like their Grandfather. Sigh, what a daredevil...bless your soul, my old friend.

Satisfied with his work and how quickly the number of visitors to JojaMart was growing, Morris didn't even notice how, when talking to a new resident of the Valley (aka "potential customer"), the poor "listener" had a twitch in his eye and a cringing their face. Well, one gets a tic, he doesn't really care. Although when Morris was at the restored Community Center where people started boycotting Joja, now his eye started twitching.

[puripurin]

Yan! Llama Hybrid x SheepHybrid! Reader

— Recently, on the farm, a bunch of coyotes and wolves started to snag some sheep hybrids into the woods when they would get too close to the fences. It has gotten so bad that they would do it in broad daylight.

The owners decided that they would introduce a new addition to the herd to combat the coyotes. A male Llama named Lumi. All of the sheep were skeptical at first because they all thought that it was a little odd that the new sheep would have such a long neck and a lot bigger in size, but soon enough, they couldn't help but warm up to him.

Lumi, on the other hand, was still in his awkward phase. He'd recently entered into adulthood and was feeling sad and lonely without his parents there to guide him, but it wasn't until he saw your gorgeous curls and your small little tail that wagged in excitement. Just in that moment, he'd decided to be your life-long mate and started the process of courting you.

You did not give a shit about Lumi. You only cared about the coyotes that ate the rest of the flock. You wanted to start making sacrifices to grow your cult of small critters such as squirrels and rabbits.

This was because you heard from a passing by sheep hybrid that was being transported to another farm about how you could obtain everything you wanted if people devoted their lives to you.

However, you didn't expect Lumi to be so dedicated to you that he'd easily deciphered your messages to your devout followers and your weekly gatherings.

As you walked out of the dead of night, with the intention of killing a coyote that night. But it was oddly still, as if it was waiting for something. The trees didn't ruffle against each other, and the cool wind was nowhere to be seen

You stiffened up and silently walked back. If one of the other sheeps found out about this whole cult thing you had going on, you'd be ousted and killed by the coyotes instead.

But, you were immediately thrown down and turned over. Your eyes widened in panic and started to attack the person who held you down silently, only to realize that blood was dripping on your face.

"My love, I've killed one of those tainted and unpure coyotes for your sacrifice. I would hate to see your delicate hands get stained with something unworthy of your desire... but why... Why do you yearn and look at someone else with interest other than me? ... Only I shall be your eyes and ears, my love..."

Random and barely edit post after months of not posting. I was watch yt shorts and i came across a video abt guard llamas w sheeps. Its been on my mind for 3 weeks and i started this 2 weeks ago. I only decided now to finish it.

You can see the point where i went fuck it because i had no idea what to do with the reader's background so i was like "Ooh maybe they want to smash the coyotes... what's close to smashing coyotes... Cult." Cult leader YN it is.

Anyways below is for the rest of people who want to know what happened after that incident.

I feel better about my dog's death, but we weren't able to get him back due to the poor weather and the fact he was last seen in a drain. So there wasn't a proper burial, but I'm happy that we didn't end up with 2 losses. We had them since they were puppies, and its upsetting that the younger one died, but i understand why they had to kill him.

He's a dangerous breed of dog even though he's docile most of them time. He was a cane corso, and my older dog is a rottweiler and pitbull mix. So not the most safest dogs to be around, but what are you gonna do when your country is busy locking up a man for money laundering bcs they shit at their jobs.

Right, if I'm not lazy enough, I'll go back and redo every one of my ocs bcs im on the verge of deleting them all from embarrassment. Then that will hopefully be a small week long event for my tumblr as im not used to those things. But this might take months.

Also, no won't do kinktober, im lazy, and smut isn't my forte. Anyways bye-bye, see yall when my coffin feels too stuffy~

(soz if this is shit as well bcs i didn't do a whole lotta explaining abt Lumi's behavior)

[yoru-no-seiiki]

YANDERE ! EREN JAEGER X READER HEADCANNONS

TW/CW: mdni, yandere themes, masturbation.

Have some headcannons while I wait for my henna to dry/watch the first season with my cousin.

I wish there were more who wrote for Canon! Eren. Like don’t get me wrong, Modern AU Eren is hot but I mean, fuckboys can be seen everywhere.

But Canon! Eren is batshit insane and that’s exactly what I love about him. I wish they at least add that to his modern counterpart instead of making him a basic bad boy but I mean if that’s what they’re into 🤷‍♂️

Anyways Exhibit A of why Eren in all eras is my fave AOT character:

Like I said, he’s batshit insane.

He has directly killed 2 people by the age of nine, and assisted in killing the third. Although this is out of self defense it still can’t be denied HOW HE TReateD THE SECOND DUDE HOLY SHIT- THE AMOUNT OF TIMES HE STABBED HIM.

Normal kids would just be terrified, maybe be even fight blinding and/or cry, probably even run tf away. But ya boi brought a knife and even deceived the person at the door.

EXHIBIT B:

He’d be a great yandere.

Let’s say that we age up our cast and make 18 the minimum age of enlistment (making him 21 around the attack of Trost).

Trainee Eren has the will of fucking steel. He’ll do whatever it takes to wipe out titan-kind, to make the cruel world he lived in finally know true peace.

To be with you in that new world he’ll build.

You were one of his fellow trainees. Someone who unconditionally believed and supported his desire to see the outside world. You didn’t treat him like a child as Mikasa did, and you weren’t so oddly distant when it came to his help and presence like Armin.

At first it started as a crush. An infatuation towards your looks and kind demeanor which morphed into a twisted sense of love.

You were the only one that understood him, that resonated with his wavelength.

He definitely frequently masturbated to your image. Stress was a known issue amongst trainees and soldiers alike. Many drank to rid themselves of such a problem. But to him just the thought of you two becoming one gave him relief and pleasure that any form of alcohol could never give. In the aftermath of the Trost incident, when faced with your unconscious, battered body he pulls a Shinji and jerks one off. Covering you with his release.

You think you’ll leave his mind once he gets busy with being a titan-shifter and the future of Eldia and such but nope.

Eren only has you and the new world he promised in his heart, body and soul. And that’ll never change.

EXHIBIT C:

Eren believes in freedom first and foremost.

So none of that kidnapping. At least in earlier years. He just wants you to be happy and safe. He’s more of the type to hurt others for your sake rather than be abusive and take away your rights.

Eren in later seasons has the capacity to keep you isolated, and that he will.

Like in other (unfortunately rare) fics of him, he keeps you in a farm land with a bunch of loyalists. If reader is afab! or has the ability to bear a child (for those with abo ocs or something idk) he’ll tell them that you are bearing his child and the future inheritor of his powers.

Otherwise he’ll come up with other excuses like having you as a tactician or war-hero they have to pay respects to.

He’ll give you as much freedom as he can provide while keeping you away from danger.

Though one might argue that his version of freedom for you is just an illusion.

[sassysnitch]

Twisted Wonderland Headcannons:

The Housewardens finding out they have a secret/long lost sibling

Authors note: I was thinking about how in 2012-2017 it was so common for people to make their OCs a long lost sibling of a canon character and that's how I got this idea. Enjoy(?)

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🌹Riddle Rosehearts♥️

-If Riddle had a sibling all of the sudden it would either be an younger sibling or half-sibling for this situation to make the most sense.

-In other words: For Riddle to have a sibling and not know of them it would either mean his father was cheating/left his mom for obvius reasons and got with someone else, OR, they'd have to be born before him and have gone somewhere before he was born.

-Now his reaction at first would definitelly be shock. Right after a lot of questions for his mother.

-Would also be really angry and perplexed on why he didn't know he had a sibling sooner

-Despite his anger and confusion he'd most likely see connecting with his sibling as an important responsability

🦁 Leona Kingscholar 🐾

-Now for this one, Leonas long lost sibling would need to be older or else it doesn't really work.

-I'd say either said sibling was actually born before him AND Farena but went missing and so the parents had to make another heir and then Leona came after, or, said sibling is actually the second born and went missing so their parents had Leona to try and fill in the void in their hearts from the dissapearance of the missing child.

-Leona would also defenitelly be suprised, as well as in disbelief

-If it turns out the lost sibling is still alive, Leona probably wouldn't really mind them, but also wouldn't really see the need to fully connect.

-(he cares for them a little, don't worry)

🐙Azul Ashengrotto🔮

-Either younger sibling, older sibling or half-sibling could work in this situation, especially considering Azuls dad is kinda out of the picture.

-Would choke on his food/drink when he finds out about them

-I feel like he'd be somewhat eager to get to know them, concidering he was a rather lonely child (He was probably one of those kids who'd ask for a younger sibling as a gift on the Holidays)

-if said sibling is anything like him they're probably gonna become bisness partners (yay~)

✨Kalim Al-Asim🥥

-Considering Kalim has a bunch of siblings this can go either way

-The long lost sibling probably got kidnaped because of their status, survived, and couldn't find their way home until now

-Boi would be devistated to find out that one of his siblings was just, forgotten like that! He'd also feel sorry for what they went through

-But hey, once they go through a DNA test, (to really make sure they're an Al-Asim) all will be good, Kalim will also check up on them here and there, making sure they're adjusting back to their home well

⚗️ Vil Schoenheit 👑

-this one is also kinda easy, since we do know that Vil has a dad, but there's not really any information about his mom

-They've probably just been living with Vils mom their whole lives and that's why he didn't know

-his reaction would be the most dramatic "what" you've ever heard.

-would be very set on meeting them, he'd also most likely be a very caring brother

-(that's it I don't have any more ideas for Vil-)

💙 Idia Shroud 💀

-The sibling would probably have to older than him and Ortho for this scenario to work

-Once he's told about a "long lost sibling" he'd at first think his parents are talking about the original Ortho, is confused and somewhat scared when he's told that the conversation is infact not about Ortho.

-once he's calm he'd call it an "Anime plot twist of the century"

-Said sibling probably didn't want to keep on the STYX family bisness and went out into the world to pursue a diffrent passion and that's why they never met.

-Idia isn't super pumped about meeting this "long lost sibling" of his but is defenitelly curius about them and what they decided to pursue in life

🐉 Malleus Draconia📜

-Also would have to be older than him

-Would not be the only one that's suprised, the whole Diasomnia gang would have questions

-The sibling was most likely abducted as a child and suddenly have turned up now, this one however would probably not need a DNA test as long as they have the classic Draconia horns.

-They'd probably also be autamatically respected by Sebek and Silver, meanwhile Lillia is trying to figure out when exactly they could have been born for this situation to make sense, would be a total dad to them afterwards.

[pixiedurango]

OC Meme: Cara "Rook" de Riva

thank you @nelsynoo for tagging me. This is a new one for me, means: yet another chance to ramble about my Rook.

GENERAL

Name: Caramella "Cara" de Riva

Alias(es): Rook

Gender: Female

Age: 32

Place of birth: Antiva

Spoken languages: Common tongue. Antivan. Probably some Orlesian as part of her Crow education.

Sexual orientation: Bisexual and very much Demi.

Occupation: Leader of the Veilguard, Antivan Crow, post game: Negotiator for House de Riva and exclusively for the First Talon

FAVOURITE

Colour: Black, Silver, Red

Entertainment: She loves to spar and watching others spar. Also she's a fan of a certain Trevisan Crow tradition, which involves more fighting. (There will be a chapter about that in the near future and I don't want to spoil it).

Pastime: She likes to sew and mend stuff, and has developed a bunch of very neat possibilities to keep blades hidden in your clothes during her time as a fledgling. She also is happy to be a member of the Veilguard book club because she loves to read and even more loves to talk abut what's in those books.

Food: She's a basic cook who can feed herself with decent, filling meals as she learned during her time as fledgling. But usually she's happy to munch something off the hand and many of the Trevisan food traders know her by name as she's such a good and regular customer. Lucanis changed that a little and quickly she becomes his number 1 fan in the kitchen.

Drink: She loves coffee just as any Antivan Crow, maybe a little more, but not as much as Lucanis. She drinks wine but it's not something she needs for a happy life. It's mostly fond memories of swiped bottles with fellow fledglings and even a few times with Lucanis and Illario when they were young.

Books: She loves adventures and romance novels. Getting to know Varric fuckin Tethras kills her. And she's super supportive with Bellara's writing

HAVE THEY

Passed university: Well, she's a full Crow which means she has survived a grueling time, years and years of lethal competition and came out to be awarded with the right to call herself an Antivan Crow. (I think that qualifies as an equivalent of university)

Had sex: Pre Veilguard: Probably yes, but I have yet to make up my mind about the how and who. When she and Lucanis eventually come to terms with their love for each other (which actually dates back 17 long years), they will eventually cross that bridge together.

Had sex in public: I don't think so

Gotten tattoos: Yes. She has the wings of a crow on both her arms and a dagger on her back. Also, there must be somewhere a tattoo, that marks her as a member of House de Riva, I still have to figure out what it is and where she has it.

Gotten piercings: nope

Had a broken heart: Kind of. When she had to leave Villa Dellamorte after living and training together with Lucanis and Illario for months. Lucanis and Cara both had a crush on each other, but never told anyone. They went on with their lives and neither of them actually dared to seek contact. Years passed, lives went on. Everyone was busy. Then the Antaam incident happened and soon after that "The Demon of Vyranthium" died. Getting back on the same page, regaining trust, dealing with Spite and the general fucked up state of Thedas made it hard and took a while for both of them.

Been in love: Basically since she was 15 years of age. She never had feelings for anyone as she had for Lucanis back then.

ARE THEY

A cuddler: a cuddler, snuggler and hugger. Once she and Lucanis are able to accept proximity and touch. As a Crow she's pretty cautious to hug or getting close to people she doesn't trust, but at some point the trust with her team is there, she likes to hug them all, and it gives her great comfort

Scared easily: She lived and trained under Caterina Dellamorte (and Viago of course. Longer under Viago than Caterina in fact, cause she's a de Riva after all.) but Caterina is so terrifying, not many things can scare her.

Jealous easily: She reads people pretty well, so whenever she feels that someone is seriously hitting on Lucanis, she'll become jealous but trusts him well enough to not feeling the need to throw fits or intervene or anything.

Trustworthy: In Crow terms she's trustworthy, loyal and will always stand with her word, her House, her confidantes, her family and loved ones. Contracts are never to be abandoned and she only gives her word, when she can be sure that she'll be able to stand to it.

FAMILY

Sibling(s): Viago de Riva (Halfbrother), Elia de Riva (adopted sister, younger, mage, born in Ferelden as Elia Cousland)

Parents: Father: King Fulgeno II, Mother: One of his many maitresses, she has not many memories of her. Basically none.

Children: Not decided yet

Pets: She brought two cats from the streets of Treviso first to the Lighthouse and later back to Treviso, to live at Villa Dellamorte. Caterina is not amused.

I invite to play: @midnightwind @himluv @rooksbooknook @rook-de-rivas @rookamell @hyperions-light @brennacedria @alystrin03 @ezriell @motleymercurialmarionette @missingnozw @uchidachi @becausedragonage @ofcrowsanddragons @turidtorkilsdottir and everyone else who likes to do it.

[tacticalhimbo]

Throw it out the airlock, @onedismay ! But wait, not this, this is a gift courtesy of @masseffectholidaycheer 's holiday exchange event!

I want you to know I adored your prompts, but then I dug through your OC tag and immediately fell in love with Rish. She is stunning and beautiful and I wanted to incorporate her into some of your overarching idea of "just surviving and taking comfort in the small things".

So I hope I've done her (and Jill) some justice!

WORDS: 1.1K FANDOM(S): Mass Effect Trilogy WARNINGS: None!

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Let me know if you’d like a more permanent copy of this, too! I’m always happy to provide a PDF version of the writings I do!

[NEOCITIES MIRROR]

Trips to Omega went one of two ways: Typical enough, or outright chaotic. Such was the way of life on the station—you either faked it until you made it, or you found yourself drowning. Then again… such was the way of life everywhere in the system, it seemed. No matter what sector you found yourself in, things were just rough; downright deplorable in some areas. Everyone shouldered the weight of the Reaper threat and the broiling interspecies conflict, but some made peace with that fact. The world around them was ending, why spend time wallowing in it all when you can just “keep on keeping”?

Such was the mindset of Rish, who took a deep breath as she’d opened shop. It hadn’t felt like hours passed since the irritant buzzing of her alarm pierced the peacefully silent air, yet here she was, watching the hustle and bustle pass her by as the day kicked off in full swing. It was routine: Open shop, wipe over the stall’s surfaces, start the cooktops and take quick inventory. Spices? Check. Meats? Check—well, she needed more fish after today, but there should be enough to make it through rush hour. Fruits and veg? Check and check. It was good. Life was… liveable. Not bad, not good. It just was; it was good enough for Rish, just like the stock. Just like the customers that came and went as the day dragged on. Some were jovial, some were not. The latter were often the disgruntled Omega rejects; those that couldn’t get past security or found themselves too drunk (and hungry) to continue waiting in the wraparound lines that began to form.

And Rish was more than pleased to redirect them, especially when more and more began to show up as the hours grew later.

“Aw come on,” the man on the other side of the counter drawled, “Just a li’l bite then ‘m on my way.”

A tired sigh, which allowed cigarette smoke to plume in the air between them. “Already told you where you can go to find that bite. It’s not gonna be here.” 

Her calloused hand came to rest on her hip, crimson eyes focused on the wannabe patron. He seemed agitated–just shy of flipping the switch–but that really wasn’t her problem. She had a business to run and the last thing she needed was this sort of attention. Right as he’d went to speak again, another patron raised their head from the table. Rish sighed.

“Look, you’re bothering my customers. Now get out before I give you a reason to.” A not-so thinly veiled threat, accompanied by the subtle shift of her posture. Her head nodded back toward the shotgun mounted on the wall.

It’s not just for display. 

With a slumped posture and bunch of senseless mumbling, the man stumbled his way out and onto the bustling pathway of the market sector. Rish sighed, stepping forward and idly wiping the table beside the roused patron. He was a regular, often dropping by as the evening came and keeping to himself. They’d conversed a few times–it’s hard not to when someone’s in almost every day–but more often than not he ordered his chow and simply took a few moments to rest. Took advantage of how peaceful this little corner of the station was. And she didn’t mind it; he’d never caused any trouble and the company was… nice. She’d carry this to her grave, but he was really her favorite of the recurring bunch.

“You doing alright?” She asked, watching as the krogan tilted his head this way and that to stretch thick neck muscles.

He nodded, glancing around blearily before speaking. His voice was quieter than most like him, but it was not weak. He still spoke with a sense of pride, he just didn’t need everyone in the vicinity to pick up on that carried authority. “How long have I been out?”

“Not long.” A few hours, but she could sense the guilt in his question. At least, she thought so. “Sorry that bastard woke you. You’re… welcome to put your head back down if you need it. Still got a bit ‘til closing.”

A subtle nod. A soft ‘thank you’. The measured lowering of his head as his arms came up to support him; shield his face from the neon lights and bring him that familiar darkness. Muscles twitched upon hearing someone approach the counter, but the weight of exhaustion was too much to stir him again… at least, until whatever patron that’d approached raised holy hell. But they didn’t, instead, the armored woman simply sat and waited whilst Rish sized her up. Then a flash of recognition struck.

“Well, if it isn’t the Commander.” A face she’d seen pass by; one she’d certainly seen plastered across news broadcasts and bounty boards alike. “This a formal visit?”

“No,” Jill shook her head. “Just lookin’ to grab a bite before heading out.” A rolling pause before she prattled out her order, and another before her conscience began to spew. “Not looking forward to heading back to the docking bay so quickly.”

Rish was turned, her back toward the counter as she’d begun prepping. “Why’s that?”

“Need some time to process things.” It was vague, but it was enough; the weight in her tone was undeniable. She’d either seen a ghost, or realized she was one; Rish knew it well.

“Fair enough. Guessin’ you can’t tell me any more about it?” A small smile. “No, not really. You know how the Council likes to keep things.”

“Under wraps and buried beneath the event horizon?” She peered over her shoulder, cigarette hanging loosely on her smirking lips.

Jillian laughed a bit. “Yeah, something like that.”

“Well, sure it’s nothing a full stomach can’t fix. And if it is,” she turned and set the plate down. Simple sandwiches, but loaded with an in-house sauce mix and served with a delicious side of potato bites. “Then at least you’ll have a full stomach. Better than most folk can say.”

“Right… thanks.” Jill’s tone softened, subtle spark rising in her deep eyes as she slid forward the payment. Rish was, frankly, surprised she did; she hid it well enough, though. It was just that, usually, big shot military tended to skip the bill and claim heroism.

But not Shepard, it seemed.

Who was Rish to look a gift horse in the mouth, though? It was a gesture far more deserving of the simple nod she’d given whilst taking the credits, but that was all that was going to be said. For her sake, and for Jillian’s, as she seemed perfectly content with the blanket of silence that fell over them whilst the ambient nightlife crept around them.

And that would be enough to make their days of survival just that much more bearable.

[iraprince]

I love the entire concept of Cookie... the look, the fashion, the gender... Would you mind telling us a little more about him? I'm also intrigued about why she's named Cooking with Gorgeous!

HI i would LOVE to talk about george thank you so much. also this makes me realize i've never actually sat down and just made a post unabashedly infodumping at length abt an oc before and it seems silly that i haven't. i ask only for all dear readers to please temper their expectations for this post with the knowledge that i just smoked half a joint before sitting down to answer it. a small one. but still. anyway

FIRST OF ALL FOR THE UNACQUAINTED THIS IS COOKING WITH GORGEOUS, aka cookie or george for short. he uses he/him and she/her pronouns interchangeably!

hi sorry that's not cookie that's a horse in a bridal veil that i. found in my stuff while trying to scroll and find my cookie art. i just got distracted and had to show you. okay no for real here's cookie

he's the character i'm playing in a playtest campaign of the absolutely mesmerizing sapphicworld, an in-development ttrpg!!! and if i'm going to be talking about cookie i feel like i HAVE to say i think a huge amount of her charm and dazzle and charisma comes directly from the charm and dazzle and charisma of the setting i created her for. i know i am laying it on really thick right now but that is on purpose. i want, desperately and unashamedly, for this game to get really popular bc 1. it's genuinely that good. and it's not even DONE yet and 2. i want everyone to get into it so that everyone will make sapphicworld characters and then i'll get to see everyone's sapphicworld characters.

EDIT i'm scrolling back up here and adding a readmore bc this is already getting so long lol. you asked for "a little more" and apparently i have graciously decided this means "literally every fact about cookie that exists in my brain"

SO a lot of the info/tidbits i haven't shared about cookie are i guess gameplay-specific stuff... his title (which is like a class/playbook) is "The Noble Sweetheart," though in sapphicworld "nobility" no longer has anything to do with wealth or class, and is instead entirely about amassing a court purely via devotion/popularity; her subculture (which is like, Who You Hang Out With; drifters, goths, poets, debauchers, cowpokes, etc) is Babe; and her kind (which is like ancestries but in sapphicworld is really just like, a physical form, which u can change more or less at will) is Lunarthrope, which is basically a werewolf!! or more broadly a furry, since u always look like whatever were-animal you are 24/7. just MORE at night, tho i suppose i don't represent that aspect much in my cookie art... ANYWAY i am restraining myself from just sitting here and like. transcribing her entire character sheet. but basically what all this means is that cookie's role in the world (at least at the beginning of the campaign) is "Professionally — no, VOCATIONALLY Hot Person who everyone loves so so so so so so much." cookie really enjoys this role.

he's named cooking with gorgeous because he's an avid cook, and he wants to share that with you, and he's gorgeous!! though honestly the cooking hasn't ended up as important to his character as it was when i first came up with him, lol — but my initial concept was kind of like, what's the equivalent of a bouncy normie recipe blogger/lifestyle influencer but in the context of the lush horny trans deathless psychedelic universe of sapphicworld. and it's cooking with gorgeous, a doggirl dyke with big blue boobs (six of them!!) who is so devastatingly cute and darling that a bunch of people just kind of pledge their fealty to him for no real reason other than he feeds them. and is cute

also her name is def influenced by the fantastic names of many canon sapphicworld npcs! like, quick example list of some npc names off the top of my head: the booty commie, death cybernetic, princess eureka!, the culinary goof (whom cookie dislikes. btw.), pizza friday (whom cookie loves!!!)

cookie is very very determined, and she's ALMOST always very confident. even when she isn't feeling confident, she's still very good at forcing herself to keep putting one foot in front of the other — maybe just while screaming or crying or uncontrollably barking or at least very ardently complaining. he has a tendency to be spoiled and, like, tactless-via-obliviousness, so sometimes he can be grating to interact with, and he has a petty/vindictive streak; but in general he's an AGGRESSIVELY kind person and usually aims all his shrill, cheerful stubbornness directly toward the goal of refusing to accept anything but the best for everyone.

at the beginning of our campaign cookie has JUST received a brand new castle!!!! (chateau gorgeous.) which he doesn't actually "own" bc, remember, no wealth or class in sapphicworld, but he's the ENTHUSIASTIC new caretaker and is chomping at the bit to renovate it so ppl can live there and he can throw a bunch of magnificent parties and basically continue living exactly as he has been, But Even More Fabulous. obviously this is exactly when the main plot threat of the campaign shows up and spoils everything and compels cookie to go on his First Ever Adventure!!!!!! she HAS to save the world otherwise NOBODY will be able to go to the first big party at chateau gorgeous :((((

at this point to prevent myself from just like, giving you guys a play by play of the entire campaign so far i am going to just start listing every cookie fact i can think of as bullet points

🎀 he owns a magical sword in the shape of a giant microplane. it's called The Microplane. he pronounces this "mee-crow-plah-nay"

🎀 george desperately wants to resurrect The Dog-Lich, an entity that once ruled over all beasts from its palace on the moon but was murdered and torn to pieces in a cosmic war far in the past. her attitude towards this desire is 50% devoted lunar cultist, 50% parasocially obsessive twitter stan

🎀 this isn't really a cookie fact but going back to how his title is The Noble Sweetheart — just for a glimpse at party composition, his fellow party members' titles are The Intimate Scholar, The Tentacle Advocate, and The Tw*nk Controversial (the * is the canon spelling).

^ aforementioned tw*nk. its name is Mwah ("pronounced like the kiss you blow at someone you just fucked over"). mwah is played by @/squiddelyfather on twitter!

🎀 mwah and cookie used to be very, very tight, BEFORE mwah became the tw*nk controversial. now that it's so.... you know.... controversial, well. they're still very close, but it has gotten a little stilted and weird (and watching them slowly un-weird it together as the campaign goes on has been one of my fav roleplay experiences ever honestly)

🎀 cookie's other adventuremates, skarligge and delaryn, are both very indulgent towards him. delaryn acts the most grumpy/dismissive about it but is honestly sometimes the worst about spoiling cookie out of anyone in the party (skarligge's player is twt@/clown_dream and delaryn's is twt@/glaiveguisarme and hey while im at it our fantastic gm is the sapphicworld dev, twt@/ddemoneclipse. hi guys i hope u don't mind me chattering abt ur ocs here lol it's just hard to talk abt the best of cookie w/o bringing up everyone else's characters and roleplay also!!!)

🎀 cookie is very VERY sensitive and will burst into tears at the drop of a hat. the precursor to this is her eyes getting So So So Big And Wet And Round. one of my favorite bits to menace the other party members with is when something is not going cookie's way i will lean into my mic and say "cookie's eyes are getting so so so big. they're getting so big and wet and round and shiny. they're so so round and fucking big her eyes are like big wet black glass marbles" and this is like kryptonite to them. this is like getting hit with deadly radiation

🎀 oh speaking of fashion!!!! one of cookie's perks from being a Babe is that she can always change her look whenever she wants. she will ALWAYS have whatever outfit she needs and can quickchange instantly. wait this reminds me i have a bunch of seasonal holiday outfits sketched out and i don't think i've ever posted them here but it'll only let me put one more image in this post. well here have this one

🎀 okay well suddenly i have forgotten all other george facts so that's all for now!!! from now on i will try to just dump oc facts like this more often tho this is really fun. ty for getting me going lol!!!

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Thank you @robobbin for this adorable commission of Mafiafell Sans caring for their OC sick at home. You know I can't live without big scaryboys absolutely melting when their darling is unwell <3

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“hey sweetcheeks.”

You looked up from your position nestled on the couch, a flash of hot confusion and embarrassment momentarily awakening you from your feverish stupor. That... wasn’t the voice you expected to hear, coming through your front door. You lifted your head up a few inches- movement in inches was all you could manage right now.

... It was Sans. Sans was in your house. He had a nice, pressed red shirt and black pants- your spare keys hooked onto a claw, two plastic bags over one of his big arms, and an unreadable lilt to his shark grin.

“... Sans?” You mumbled, eyes widening into saucers. You felt your cheeks immediately get even hotter. 

Your fever hadn’t improved, as you’d hoped it would. In fact, it had only gotten worse as the hours wore on; moving and thinking had grown increasingly impossible. In a total mess, you’d called Papyrus, asking if he could bring over something for you to eat... though you didn’t actually recall what he’d said back to you, most of it just blurring together in your head.

... You’d been expecting Pap. Pap knew you, he'd already seen you weak and gross before. Pap had carried you home from the gym, once, after you made the mistake of trying to keep up with his workout.

You were not anticipating the arrival of his hot brother, whom you had a massive crush on. 

Despite feverishly sweating, you pulled the blanket further up over you. You felt embarrassed to be seen like this.

“sorry, i know you were expectin’ boss.” He put both of the plastic bags down onto the coffee table, crouching beside the couch to be closer to your eye level. You twisted your hands in the blanket, his proximity making your heart thump. “he’s swamped with work, so i’m droppin off the emergency goods instead. though i’ll be sure to let him know you missed him.”

“... O-oh.” Your mind was fried. You stared- he looked great. It felt like the longer you knew each other, the better he dressed, it was amazing how his presence could simultaneously make you feel so much worse but also so much better. “N-no, it’s okay. I’m... fine. You’re fine.”

He chuckled, musically, eyelights warm. His voice felt good in your painful chest. “i’m fine?”

“N-not like... fine as in hot. Fine as in okay.” Your cheeks were just on fire at this point. The fever had removed any and all barriers between your head and your mouth, so words just waterfalled out. “Not that you’re not hot. You are. You’re very hot. You.. uh,”

... Shit. Again, that little edge to his smile. You wanted to sink between the couch cushions and die.

Rather than make fun of you, Sans just gently reached over you, placing a cold compress against your forehead. He was so close you could smell him.

“you’re burning up. and ya look terrible. i’m gonna stay over and watch you.”

"N-no-!!" You blurted, nearly sitting up. The guy you liked, staying and seeing you completely out of it, at your absolute worst? No???

He grinned. "sorry, pet. not gettin' rid of me until your fever goes down."

... You covered your face with both hands. This was mortifying. Were you glad he was here? Absolutely. You didn't want to be alone right now, and his insistence on staying despite your protests felt good. But you still wanted to die.

“pap really went nuts with the food when he found out you were unwell. y’know he’s got a list of all your allergies? let’s see...” You could hear him start unpacking the bags, placing things onto the table. “some funky soup. saltines, popsicles, iced coconut water. ginger candy... whole bunch of herbal teabags. you ever had sea tea?”

You kept one hand on your face, gesturing randomly with the other. “Soup. Soup please.”

“soup comin’ right up, gorgeous.”

You tried to say thank you, but just a weak grumble came out, the room was spinning again. You heard him move into the kitchen... so you just let yourself sink back into the couch, comforted by another person’s presence.

...

You didn’t know how much time passed, he eventually returned. You could smell something nice.

"hey. can ya sit up a lil, for me?'

... You didn’t really respond to his query. Curled in blankets like a feverish squirrel, you merely made a sound in the back of your throat to acknowledge him. The fever was getting worse.

... Big hands, on your body. There was movement... Sans shifted you, everything spun. You were vaguely aware of him sitting you up, supporting you with one big hand- you did your best to just watch his face, focus on his lovely red eyelights.

"c'mon. soup’s ready. here comes the airplane."

... Despite the state of you, that made you giggle. And judging by the smile that filled your wobbling vision... he liked the sound.

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...

... He was probably enjoying himself a little too much.

Sans shifted his legs into a slightly comfier position from his spot in front of the couch. This definitely wasn’t what he thought he’d be doing today. He’d been planning on going out for a drink, maybe crossing some names off a list while his blood was up- the usual stupidity he filled his free time with.

... Then he got Pap’s call about you. And instantly, it had felt like nothing else in the world mattered.

Now, here he was; in his crush’s house, spoon-feeding her warm soup, trying to keep a nonchalant face while wrestling with an (emotional) noisy Soul.

... i haven’t felt like this in a long time.

You were so cute. His nasal ride wrinkled, and he pinched the soup spoon a bit tighter, restraining the urge to grab your cheek- he felt bad for not being able to stop thinking about how cute you looked, when you were so unwell. But he couldn’t help it. All snuggled up in blankets, hair frizzy and unkempt, glasses askew, flushed and warm... you had a twinkly, glazed look to your eyes, not too dissimilar from the look people got when they were drunk. He’d been fighting the urge to ruffle your hair this whole time.

...

Sans bit his tongue. This was mundane, compared to his normal life. Some might even consider it a chore. But... he hadn’t felt this nice in so long. He felt... useful. Wanted.

When was the last time someone had been openly, willingly, weak around him? When was the last time someone was in a state of fragility, and wanted him nearby?

Mushy feelings filled his chest. Soft. Overprotective. He was hyper-aware of how sick you were and he didn’t want to leave your side, not even for a second, not even to go home. Even just acknowledging those emotions made colour rise to his cheekbones... he hadn't felt anything like this level of protectiveness since Pap was just a babybones.

... But damn... it felt good to be needed.

...

Warm fingers curled around his hand.

He very nearly jumped out of his fucking seat at the sensation- he fumbled the soup spoon, mumbling out a little ‘shit’ as he broke out of his thoughts, turning to look at you. 

... Your tiny hand was wrapped around two of his phalanges. Sparkly eyes peered up at him.

fuck. His Soul thudded in his throat. don’t look away from me.

"... h-hey. c'mon." His voice was shaky. "that ain't fair."

"Huh?" Came your bleary reply. so fucking cute. stop it.

"you've stolen my hand, doll."

... You looked to his captured hand, slowly. Like you only just realised you had it.

...

"... Mine now." You mumbled.

...

He tried to muster up a quick joke, like always. Tried to come up with a sharp-witted response. Something with swagger, something with a flirtatious edge, something with confidence that would show you how cool and collected he was. 

...

Nothing came out of his mouth. It was like trying to start an empty car.

“... o-oh.”

...

"... You're great." You said, eyes fluttering closed.

"... huh?"

"Great guy. Handsome guy. Nice to me." It didn't sound like you intended those thoughts to be said out loud. He felt his eyelights flare- his Soul was thumping against his ribs.

Words banged at his tongue, but the only sound he managed to get out was a tiny shaking hum of affirmation.

You drew his hand up toward your face, he absolutely had the strength to stop you but he felt like he’d been flashbanged. All he could do was watch... as turned on your side to get cosy, pulled up his hand to your face... and happily nuzzled the back of it.

“My big guy.” You murmured.

...

Just like that, you were asleep.

...

Sans used his free hand to cover his face. His whole skull was carmine red, glowing like a campfire. It made him look almost as feverish as you.

...

i never want to leave.