#this au gives me joy and delight

[slasherflicks999]

4am slasher doodle to recover from the fact i spent 2 days hand sewing a shirt that i don’t even like the fit of HELP

you can NOT tell but his necklace is made of teeth hehehe

whoever it was that reblogged the last drawing i did of him saying they thought he was cool and u dug through posts to find him……. you gave me a crazy case of the smiles lemme tell ya /vpos

oh how i would love to lore dump about him…. if he had any solid lore to dump about

[rafecameronssl4t]

Golf day || Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

Summary: INSPIRED BY THIS TIKTOK

Warnings: pure fluff hehehehe

Word count: 497

A/n: if anyone has any tiktoks that they want me to turn into a Rafe fic, send them thru pls!!!! I love finding random vids on my fyp that are so Rafe coded. ALSO BEGGING FOR MORE DAD!RAFE REQUESTSS

MASTERLIST (dad!rafe au masterlist)

divider by @h-aewo

“Do you think she’ll enjoy it?” Rafe questions, turning his head to you, his eyes lingering on Mabel, comfortably nestled on your lap. He looks genuinely concerned, his brow furrowed with worry.

“You know she loves watching you do anything,” you reply with a reassuring chuckle, trying to soothe his anxiety. As you adjust the tiny hat on your daughter’s head, you can’t help but smile at her innocent excitement.

It was Mabel’s first time at the golf course, and Rafe had been on edge all morning. He’d peppered you with questions like, “Don’t you think it will be too hot?” and “What if she gets bored?” His nervousness was palpable, a stark contrast to his usual composed demeanor.

You had spent the morning reassuring him, reminding him repeatedly that Mabel would be perfectly fine. You knew she would be thrilled just to watch her dad play golf, her eyes following his every move with awe and admiration.

“Do you think she’ll like this spot?” Rafe asks as the golf cart comes to a gentle stop under the shade of a large oak tree. “Babe, you’re the one playing,” you giggle, enjoying his overprotectiveness. Rafe laughs softly, his eyes crinkling with amusement. “Mabel, do you like it here?” he asks, his voice tender as he tickles her chin. Mabel responds with a delightful giggle that melts your heart.

You adjust Mabel on your lap so she’s facing Rafe, her wide, curious eyes tracking his every move as he unloads his golf clubs. The sun casts a warm glow over the course, and you can’t help but admire how handsome Rafe looks in his golf gear. “Doesn’t Daddy look so handsome, Bels?” you murmur to Mabel, pressing light kisses on her rosy cheeks. She giggles uncontrollably and tickling sensation.

Rafe turns at the sound of her infectious giggles, a broad smile lighting up his face. “You girls doing alright?” he calls out, his eyes sparkling with joy. You chuckle, giving him a thumbs-up and lifting Mabel’s tiny hand to wave at him.

Remembering that Rose wanted a video of Mabel’s first time at the golf course, you quickly pull out your phone and aim the camera at Mabel’s expressive face. She’s watching Rafe intently, her anticipation palpable.

As Rafe lines up his shot, you can see the concentration etched on his face. The moment the club makes contact with the golf ball, sending it soaring through the air, Mabel flinches in surprise. You can’t help but laugh, immediately clamping your hand over your mouth, feeling a bit guilty for laughing at her reaction.

Rafe shields his eyes with his hand, squinting into the distance to see where the ball landed. Satisfied with his shot, he turns back and walks towards you and Mabel, a broad smile lighting up his face. “Daddy’s pretty good, isn’t he?” Rafe chuckles as he reaches you, gently lifting Mabel from under her armpits and pressing a loving kiss on her round cheek.

You quickly snap a photo of the sweet moment. Their joy is infectious, and you can’t help but chuckle as you send the video and picture to Rose. Mabel’s earlier reaction to the sound of Rafe hitting the ball plays in your mind, making you smile.

Rafe notices your amusement. “What’s so funny?” he asks, his curiosity piqued as he sees you smiling at your phone. You glance up, grinning, and show him the video of Mabel’s startled reaction to his golf swing.

“Aww, I’m sorry, babygirl,” Rafe says with a laugh, his eyes softening as he watches the video. “I’ll let you know when I’m going to hit the ball next time.” Mabel, already captivated by her dad’s presence, giggles and reaches out to touch his face, her earlier surprise forgotten.

Rafe’s heart melts as he cradles Mabel in his arms, swaying gently. “You’re my good luck charm, you know that?” he murmurs, his voice filled with love. Mabel coos in response, her tiny hands grasping at Rafe’s shirt.

[iloveacaibowls111]

Mama's Boy

synopsis: i think megumi likes you a little more than toji. AU! where you are Megumi's mom and Toji's wife.

A/N: I'm sorry, fight me, but Megumi is the biggest mama's boy in the whole entire world.

“Say ‘Dada.’ Daaa-daaa!” Toji repeated, his voice softening with exaggerated sweetness as he tried once again to get Megumi to look at him. But Megumi, stubborn as ever, just glanced back at you with an adoring gaze, his small hands reaching out for you with a delighted giggle.

Toji let out a dramatic sigh, falling back onto the couch beside you with a hand over his heart, feigning defeat. “You spoil him,” he teased, nudging your shoulder playfully. “Now he’s got no time for his old man.”

“Oh, please,” you chuckled, leaning over to ruffle his hair. “You know that’s not true. He adores you.”

Toji raised a skeptical brow, glancing down at the baby nestled in your lap, who was still staring up at you with pure adoration. “Sure doesn’t look like it,” he murmured, but the gentle smile on his face betrayed his mock jealousy.

You glanced down at Megumi, who was now curiously tugging on the edge of Toji’s sleeve with a tiny hand, his eyes bright with interest. “See?” you whispered to Toji, giving him a wink. “He loves his dad. Right, Megumi?”

Toji softened, his hand coming up to gently brush Megumi’s hair back from his forehead. “Yeah? You do love me, don’t you?” he murmured, a warmth filling his voice as he watched Megumi’s little fingers curl around his thumb.

Just then, Megumi let out a small, babbling sound that vaguely sounded like “Da.” Toji’s face lit up instantly, his eyes wide with excitement. “Did you hear that? He almost said it! Come on, buddy, one more time—say ‘Dada!’”

Megumi just blinked at him, then promptly turned back to you, letting out a gleeful squeal as he grabbed for a lock of your hair. Toji let out another groan, though you could see the pride in his eyes as he watched you and Megumi together.

“You know what?” Toji said, scooping Megumi up and holding him over his head as the little boy giggled. “I’ll take the second favorite spot—just as long as I get my turn for some attention, too.”

Megumi reached out, grabbing onto Toji’s nose with a giggle, and you laughed as Toji let out a surprised laugh of his own, his eyes crinkling with joy. For a moment, he just held Megumi close, gently bouncing him in his arms as he looked at you with a soft smile.

“Alright, alright, maybe he likes me too,” Toji conceded, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of Megumi’s head before glancing back at you, his gaze filled with pure affection.

[marscardigan]

war of hearts — chapter i. meet the realm’s delight

series masterlist

summary: royal au. ellie williams had a reputation as one of jackson’s most skilled spies. no matter the cost, she always accomplished her missions, and never dared to fail. everything changes when she is ordered to assassinate the only daughter of the wolves’ king. the lines blur. and the mission that should have been easy and fast, becomes anything but.

word count: 3.3k

Spring came early that year.

Outside the castle walls, the city hummed with life. The market square was bustling with merchants selling all types of meals and fine silks, their voices rising with laughter. The scent of fresh bread drifted through the streets. Children wavered between the stalls, their shrieks of joy getting muffled with the voices of their parents.

Inside the palace, however, the sounds of the city were only a distant melody. Sunlight poured through stained-glass windows, scattering patches of red, blue, and green onto the polished floors. Servants bustled about with hurried footsteps, balancing trays of wine and fresh fruit, their whispers echoing faintly against the high ceilings.

But in the eastern wing, where no urgent matters of the court reached, you lounged in a sunlit chamber, draped lazily across a cushioned chaise. No duties weighed upon your shoulders yet—no council meetings, no diplomatic pleasantries, no tiresome lessons in proper decorum. It was one of the privileges of being a princess, free from the immediate burdens of ruling, yet surrounded by luxury and expectation.

The walls were adorned with shelves overflowing with books, their spines worn from use. A great hearth crackled with a low-burning fire, a lingering remembrance of the fading winter.

A tray rested nearby, holding a goblet of expensive wine and a plate of honeyed figs, untouched for now. The scent of lavender drifted through the room, carried by the gentle breeze slipping in from the open balcony doors.

The tranquility of the morning was disrupted by the steady rhythm of boots against the pavement. You didn't bother to rise from your comfortable sprawl to know who it was, but you still shifted your gaze toward the doorway as the heavy wooden doors creaked open.

And there she was. Abigail, your father's most trusted knight, and your personal guard. She was clad in her usual armor, the gleaming silver polished to perfection, and her sword belted securely at her waist. Her blonde hair was tied back in a practical braid, revealing her sharp features, her expression composed.

"Your Highness," she greeted, inclining her head slightly. She had always been formal with you, no matter how many times you told her to drop the titles. However, you both knew there was a friendship underneath all those pleasantries.

You hummed in response, reaching for a fig from your tray, twirling it idly between your fingers. "Abby. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Her lips twitched slightly, almost amused, but she remained composed. "Your father has requested your presence in the council chamber."

"Oh. What for?"

When she heard the smallest concern in your voice, she hesitated. That alone made your stomach twist. Abby was not one to falter. "The Scars are growing impatient," she said at last. "The streets are already whispering rumors about an upcoming war."

The fire crackled softly in the hearth, oblivious to the sudden chill in the room.

You studied Abby carefully. There was something different in her posture—not quite fear, but something close. A heaviness in her stance, a tension in the way her hand rested near the hilt of her sword, as if she expected violence to erupt at any moment.

"Take me to him," you finally said, standing.

Abby hesitated, just for a moment, before giving a single nod. "As you wish." She turned on her heel, leading the way.

You didn't know how you, of all people, were asked to be there. But soon that question would be answered by the king itself.

The council chamber was as cold when you entered. All the men turned to look at you, their gazes shifting uncomfortably beneath their cloaks. Some of them, men who had known you since you were a child, looked away entirely. As if they were ashamed. As if they already knew the burden about to be placed upon your shoulders.

Silence appeared to be welcomed then. Only one man remained unaffected. Your father sat at the head of the council table, his posture unwavering, his chin tilted slightly upward with command. King Isaac Dixon was not a man easily shaken.

He called out your name, his voice low and steady. You stepped forward, keeping your expression carefully neutral, and hiding your nervous hands behind your gown. "Did you want to see me, Father?"

"Sit with us," he instructed, motioning to the chair nearest to him.

You obeyed, as Abby remained by the door, but her eyes never leaving your figure. Isaac exhaled through his nose, folding his hands together atop the heavy oak table. "I trust you've heard the rumors."

You met his gaze evenly. "If you are referring to the whispers of war, then yes."

A low murmur rippled through the councilmen. You ignored it. The king inclined his head. "Then you must understand the gravity of our situation."

You did. You wished you didn't, but you did.

"The people grow restless," he continued. "Fear festers in their hearts. Fear leads to doubt. And doubt—" he glanced at the men seated around the table, his voice hardening, "—leads to disloyalty."

You remained silent, your nails biting the soft flesh of your palms.

"This war is inevitable," he said, matter-of-factly. "We cannot prevent it. But what we can do is control the narrative. We can give our people something else to focus on. Something grand. Something that will shift their attention away from the looming threat outside our walls."

"The realm needs hope." His gaze was steady, unwavering. "And nothing inspires hope quite like a royal wedding."

Your stomach twisted. There it was. You willed yourself not to react, not to let the horror creeping up your spine show on your face.

Isaac leaned forward slightly, his hands still folded together. "We need alliances. Strong ones. Wealthy ones. Noble families with power, with armies. Families that will not hesitate to stand at our side when the time comes."

A marriage for protection. For power. Not for love. You swallowed, the taste of iron sharp on your tongue.

"And what if I refuse?" The words were quiet, barely above a whisper.

The room stilled, Abby as well. For the first time, your father's expression shifted—something colder settling into the sharp angles of his face. "You will not."

It wasn't a threat. It wasn't even a command— It was simply fact. Your throat felt tight, but you nodded.

Isaac eased back into his chair, his features smoothing once more. "To make this more… palatable, we will host a masquerade ball. A grand affair, one that will bring all the noble families from the neighboring realms under our roof."

A masked ball. A spectacle to parade you before potential suitors. Your fingers dug into the velvet of your gown, hidden beneath the table.

"You will dance," Isaac continued, as if this was nothing more than a minor inconvenience. "You will charm. And you will make your choice by the night's end."

The weight of the words pressed against your ribs, suffocating. A choice. That was what he was offering you. But not truly. The choice had already been made.

You inhaled slowly, forcing yourself to remain composed. "And if I do this," you said, voice carefully measured, "you believe it will be enough to distract our people?"

Isaac studied you for a long moment. "They will have something to celebrate," he said. "That is all that matters."

Another silence. You didn't look convinced, but again, t¡it wasn't your choice to make.

"They love you. Once the war comes, and you are newly married, they will want to protect you. They will fight for you. Die for you."

Then, reluctantly, you lowered your head in something close to acceptance. Isaac nodded once. "Then it is decided," he said, turning his attention back to the council. "The invitations will be sent at once."

The murmurs started up again, the men already discussing logistics, preparations. As if you weren't even there.

You felt something inside you crack. But you did not let it show. Instead, you sat there, spine straight, hands resting neatly in your lap, and heart quietly breaking inside your chest.

The council meeting had been ended for hours now. The nobles had dispersed, their voices trailing down the grand halls as they busied themselves with preparations.

You had remained seated long after the men had gone, your posture rigid, hands still neatly folded in your lap. The weight of it all pressed upon you, the mere thought suffocating.

And then, finally, when the last murmurs faded beyond the heavy doors, your father spoke. "You are upset."

It was not a question. You exhaled through your nose, tilting your head slightly toward him. The golden candlelight flickered against his face, casting sharp shadows along his jaw.

"I am not upset, Father."

A lie. He smiled, as if he could hear the falsehood in your voice. "You never could deceive me, little one."

You almost scoffed at the endearment. Isaac leaned forward, resting his elbows against the table. "You think I am cruel."

You stiffened. "I think nothing of the sort."

Another lie.

"You are my daughter. My only daughter; not by blood, but by something much stronger. Do you believe I would send you into this blindly? Do you truly think I would place you in any harm willingly?"

Your fingers curled into the fabric of your gown. "It is not harm that frightens me."

His brow lifted slightly, intrigued. "Then what is it that frightens you?"

You hesitated, but only for a moment. "A future that is not my own."

A pause. Then, Isaac sighed, shaking his head. "You are still so young." His voice softened, as if speaking to a petulant child. "You do not yet understand the ways of the world."

You clenched your jaw, but you said nothing.

"I have protected you," he continued, voice lower now, measured. "Since the day I married your mother."

At the mention of her, your throat tightened. And he noticed. He always noticed.

"I have done everything for you," he pressed. "Sheltered you. Kept you safe from the horrors beyond these walls. From the men who would see you as nothing more than a pawn."

You swallowed, hard. "And yet, you now hand me to one of them."

Isaac exhaled sharply through his nose, as if exhausted by your defiance. "How come you still think this is about you?"

That startled you. "What?"

"This is not about you, child. This is about our people."

A cold, heavy silence settled between you.

"They need something to hold on to," he said. "Something to celebrate. Do you understand? War is at our doorstep, and a kingdom cannot be ruled through fear alone. They must have hope. And you will give it to them."

Your lips parted, but no words came. His hand found your shoulder, firm and steady.

"You will be safe," he promised. "You will be loved. You will have everything you could ever need."

You stared at the empty goblet before you, not daring to face his gaze. "And what of what I want?"

His fingers tightened, just slightly. "This is what you want."

Your breath caught in your throat. Because the way he said it made you doubt yourself for a moment. Hadn't he always taken care of you? Hadn't he always given you what you needed? Hadn't he always known best?

Your silence must have pleased him, because his grip loosened, a softer expression crossing his face.

"I know this is difficult," he said, his voice lowering to something almost tender. "But you will see, in time. You will see that I everything I have ever done is to protect you."

You exhaled, long and slow. There was no point in fighting it. There never had been. Isaac gave your shoulder one last reassuring squeeze before stepping back.

"The ball will proceed as planned," he said. "It will be a grand affair. A night to remember."

Your lips pressed into a thin line, the words feeling like a cruel joke.

"I promised your mother I would take care of you" he added, already moving toward the door. "And that is exactly what I am going to do."

And then he was gone. You sat there, staring at the candle's wavering flame. And despite everything, despite the dread sitting heavy in your chest, you felt the faintest echo of his voice in your mind.

This is what you want.

And you wondered how many more times he would have to say it before you finally believed it.

Before Abby could knock at your door, a muffled moan escaped from inside. Her brows lifted slightly. A quick glance down the hallway confirmed there were no wandering servants, no prying ears to hear it. A slow smirk curled at the corner of her lips as she settled back against the wooden door, arms crossed over her chest.

Minutes passed, and the door finally creaked open, and from the dimly lit chamber emerged one of your companions—a lady of noble blood, her cheeks all flushed. She barely met Abby's gaze as she hurried past, fingers fumbling with the buttons of her nightgown.

Amusement flickered in Abby's expression, but she remained silent, stepping into the room and pulling the door shut behind her.

The scent of lavender and sex lingered in the air. You sat before your dresser, running a silver brush through your messy hair.

Abby took a step closer, her smirk widening. You met her gaze through the reflection of the mirror, eyes still laced with the hazy satisfaction of your earlier indulgence.

She could still see pearls of sweat running down your forehead, how tired you looked.  And still, you managed to look as alluring as always.

"I trust it was worth your time?" Abby mused, leaning against the post of your bed.

A slow, languid smile spread across your lips. "Believe me, it was."

She huffed a quiet laugh, shaking her head. "I hate to intrude on whatever fantasy you've made up for yourself, but Lady Charlotte is married."

"And yet," you hummed, setting down your brush and turning to look at her, "she still comes to my bed when she is needy."

Abby exhaled through her nose, her gaze dropping to the floor for a fleeting moment. She knew of your lovers—all women, most of them married, some of them not. She also knew the weight of this knowledge. It was a secret that, in the wrong hands, could destroy you. And yet, you had entrusted it to her.

"Lucky you," Abby murmured, tilting her head. "Your father's knights spend their days fighting for power, and you—" she gestured vaguely toward the bed "—collect it underneath your silk sheets."

You let out a soft chuckle, rising from your seat with slow, deliberate grace. "Power comes in many forms, Abigail."

Abby fought the way her stomach twisted at the sound of her full name on your tongue. Your gaze flickered over her, sharp and knowing. "And tell me, did you come to scold me for my indulgences, or is there another reason you stand in my chambers?"

The teasing tone in your voice did not stop her from straightening. The humor faded from her features swiftly. "I came to talk to you about council met with your father this morning," she said, voice low.

That caught your attention. Your expression remained poised, but Abby knew you well enough to see the shift in your stance, the way your shoulders squared as though bracing for impact.

“And?” you prompted.

"Invitations will be sent before dawn."

You swallowed, hard. Suddenly, you felt dizzy, and you had to sit on your bed. Eveything was happening so fast, and you wouldn't be able to stop it, not this time.

Abby looked at you, her blue eyes drowned in concern. But your facade turned warm again, before she could even express her distress. Both of you sat there, in silence, knowing how everything would change after that ball.

"Let's just hope the people are happy about the announcement."

The dim glow of lanterns cast long shadows across the wooden beams of the tavern. The Tipsy Bison hummed with the murmurs of men exchanging gold and frauds in equal measure.

Ellie Williams sat at a table near the back, half-hidden by the flickering light. A deck of cards rested in her hand, her fingers idly shuffling them as she leaned back in her chair, one boot propped against the table's edge. A game had just ended in her favor; her winnings—a small pile of silver coins—rested beside her. She had played without much interest, more for the satisfaction of watching the older men bristle when they lost to her than for any real need of coin.

The chair across from her creaked as someone lowered themselves into it. A heavy presence. Familiar. "Ellie," came the gruff voice.

She exhaled slowly, not bothering to look up from her stash of cards. "Joel."

He studied her for a moment, dark eyes unreadable beneath the brim of his worn hat. Then, without a word, he slid a folded letter across the table. Ellie regarded it with disinterest at first. Only when she noticed the wax seal—a deep crimson imprint of the royal crest—she paused.

Her brows furrowed. "What's this?"

Joel sat back in his chair, arms crossing over his chest. "An opportunity."

Ellie picked up the letter, feeling the weight of it, the expensive parchment thick beneath her dirty fingertips. She turned it over, breaking the seal with a flick of her thumb.

Then she snorted. "A masquerade ball?" She cast him an amused glance. "Didn't take you for the dancing type."

Joel remained unimpressed. "It's not for me. Read further."

Ellie's smirk faded as she scanned the invitation more carefully. The name of the kingdom was one she recognized. Their armies were strong, ruthless. But they were at war.

Her fingers drummed once against the table before she looked up again. She seemed insulted by it. "You want me to attend this?"

Joel inclined his head. "Not as a guest, obviously."

She arched a brow. "Then as what?"

He was silent for a moment. "As a hunter."

Ellie set the letter down, interest finally piqued. But she tried not to let it show.

Joel exhaled through his nose, his gaze sharp. "War is on the horizon. The Wolves and the Scars are ready to rip each other apart, and when that happens, their gold will spill just as quickly as their blood." He leaned forward slightly. "Isaac's desperate to keep his people from turning against him after everything that happened. He needs alliances. Soldiers. And he's using his daughter to secure them."

"A royal wedding. A union to distract the people and gain favor among the noble houses."

Ellie's frown deepened. "And where do I come in?"

Joel's voice was even. "You take her."

Silence settled between them. Ellie stared at him, waiting for a hint of jest. There was none.

"You want me to abduct the princess," she stated, more to hear it aloud than to seek confirmation.

Joel only nodded. Ellie let out a low whistle, leaning back in her chair. "Gotta say, old man, that's ambitious—even for you."

"She's the king's precious treasure," Joel said. "If we take her, Isaac will pay. And if he won't, someone else will."

Ellie considered this. A princess was no small prize. Wars had been waged over less. If she was delivered into the wrong hands, she could be used as a weapon, a bargaining chip, a pawn in a game far greater than herself.

"And if she resists?" Ellie asked.

Joel's gaze didn't waver. "Then you kill her."

Ellie studied him for a long moment, the weight of the words settling between them. There was no hesitation in his tone, no room for debate. She pondere her options, and realized she had done worse things for less payment.

She glanced down at the invitation once more, tracing the elegant script with her thumb. A masquerade. A grand event filled with nobles, music, and wine. A perfect place for a thief to slip in unnoticed.

A slow smirk tugged at the corner of her lips.

"Well," she mused, tucking the invitation into the inner pocket of her coat, "guess I'd better find something nice to wear."

[decadeofjoy-au]

This is an AU blog about The Decade Of Joy AU

In this AU, instead of killing off all of the scientist and carrying them to the lower levels of the building, The Prototype instead decides to give them a taste of their own medicine and switches the roles of Toys and Scientist. Now, Scientist are experimented on and are forced to do whatever the Toys say while Toys now work in different parts of the building with their main goal being to have all the orphans be adopted.(by the way, in this AU all the toys are adults though have moments of bein incredibly immature or childish due to not being able to properly develop.)

As more and more people come to adopt a child, the Toys are thrown more and more questions. “where are the adults?” “Is that a costume?” “What is that?”

There are Four Leaders in this AU who follow the Prototype’s orders. All four of them having their own Second-In-Command.

🫂Huggy Wuggy(Representing Strength and Weakness) -Boxy Boo🎁

🕸️Mommy Long Legs(Representing Family and Lonliness) -Bunzo Bunny🔊

🌙Catnap(Representing Dreams and Nightmares) -Miss Delight🍎

🤝Doey the Doughman(Representing Trust and Doubt) -Dogday☀️

Story Voting System explained: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/779166172924018688/tdoj-au-voting-system-in-the-story-the-voting

On this blog, you can ask ANY question to either the Toys, Scientist or Me.

🪽RULES🪽

NO WEIRD QUESTIONS: Meaning, don’t ask strange things like “pls marry me” or “can I date you?”

Keep Questions To A Minimum: Please keep questions to a minimum and ask as little characters as you can, I STILL have to answer other people’s questions!

Keep Swearing To A Minimum: You CAN swear, just no heavy curse words.

Please Be Specific About The Questuons: If it’s something like “can I give you a cookie?” then there’s a high chance it will NOT be answered. On top of this, if I don’t understand a specific question then I most likely won’t answer it

Be PATIENT: If I don’t answer your question, don’t DM me about it or repeatedly ask the question. There’s a high chance I saw it and I’m getting to it. And I’m just one person running this blog!

Be NICE Please: No being incredibly nasty or problematic. Such as no racist, creepy, homophobic, transphobic or any other rude comments to other people’s questions.

Have Fun: Overall, just have fun and ask away.

MORE AU INFO

Roles

Canon Characters are Purple

My OCs are Green

Other People’s OCs are Orange - with the owner’s name

Author Notes and More are Pink

Caretakers: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/777581472007815168/caretakers

Medics: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/777581690134642688/medics

Security: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/777582085374361600/security-huggy-wuggy-boxy-boo-scout

Scientists: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/777582190000308224/scientists

Cooks: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/777582444123652096/cooks

Engineers: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/777582759306723329/engineers

Multiple Roles: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/777583256117837824/multiple-roles

Other Roles: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/777583462392758272/other

Experiments(Usually Adults): https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/777579769017548800/experiments

Orphans: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/777583819626823680/orphans

Canonically Deceased characters: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/780301077076656128/canonically-deceased-characters

TOY BRANDS

Sweet Treats!: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/778671265144766464/introducing-a-toy-brand-for-the-au

Dough and Co.: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/779663998788517888/dough-and-co

Toon-y Terrors: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/780747209251700736/toon-y-terrors-brand-name-by

The Festivarodies: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/781273356059246593/holiday-toy-brand-name-pending-rules-1-4-toys

Deerie Me: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/781502657799061504/deerie-me-brand

TOY TYPES

Mini Handymen: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/779942895660744704/how-to-make-a-mini-handyman-a-reliable-guide <- LIVING

SnuggleBugs: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/779860850358026240/post-explaining-snugglebugs-further-and-rules-for <- NON-LIVING

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🫂 Huggy Wuggy: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/777774552071782400/huggy-wuggy-info-for-the-decade-of-joy-au

🕸️ Mommy Long Legs:

🌙 CatNap: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/776498029016580096/the-smiling-critters-info-for-the-decade-of-joy-au

🤝 Doey The Doughman: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/779599769395920896/doey-the-doughman-info-for-the-decade-of-joy

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🎁 Boxy Boo:

🔊 Bunzo Bunny:

🍎 Miss Delight:

☀️ Dogday: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/776498029016580096/the-smiling-critters-info-for-the-decade-of-joy-au + https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/778044634480951296/dogday-design-for-tdoj

CANON HEIGHTS= https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/779577147514863616/tdoj-characters-heights

CANON SHOWS= https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/780215886012465152/canon-toy-shows-in-tdoj-hixel-pixels-show

(EDIT: I should clarify that ALL adults were taken to be experimented on during The “Hour” Of Joy! Not just the Scientists.)

People can submit their OWN OCs to be in the AU with a few rules! - https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/775308026372653056/rules-include

SIDE STORIES

Handyman Side Story: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/777233438238474240/mini-handyman-side-story - Narrow Mindedness

Doey The Doughman + Frosty The Yeti Side Story: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/777685330875858944/doey-and-frosty-side-story - Frigid Friendship?

Doey The Doughman + Frosty The Yeti Side Story: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/777759064867405824/doey-and-frosty-side-storywith-some-mommy-and - Frigid Friendship?: Part 2: Frozen Findings

Mr Sandman Side Story: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/777945364489797632/mr-sandman-side-story - Of Fears & Ferocity

Antsy Antilope Side Story: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/778188143586328576/antsy-antilope-side-story - On Loop…

A.I. + Huggy Wuggy Side Story: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/778213761709408256/ai-and-huggy-wuggy-side-story - Busy Bodies

Mr Sandman Side Story: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/778318326292185088/mr-sandman-side-story - Hidden In The Sand

Maury Serge Side Story: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/778324277894184960/maury-serge-side-story - HAPPY BIRTHDAY!…

Hexabug(Maury Serge + Hixel Pixel) Side Story: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/778391334322126849/hexabug-side-story - Artificial Awakening

Hexabug(Maury Serge + Hixel Pixel) Joke Story: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/778393913626148864/hexabug-joke-fic - Puppet Show

Random Short Joke Stories: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/778417365807398912/random-short-joke-stories-some-are-based-on - Manic Monday.

Short Joke Story: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/778490757130665984/tdoj-short-joke-story - A Man’s Meeting

Calvin Side Story: https://www.tumblr.com/calvinconstrut-a-bot/778560894890393600/decade-of-joy-au-calvins-side-story-the - Tow The Line

Calvin Side Story: https://www.tumblr.com/calvinconstrut-a-bot/780192994418638848/calvin-side-story-part-2 - Stop This Train(Tow The Line. Part 2.)

Calvin Side Story: https://www.tumblr.com/calvinconstrut-a-bot/781244348220260352/calvin-side-story-part-3-the-final-part - Curtain Fall (Tow The Line: Part 3)

Handyman + Doodle The Stretchy Mime Side Story: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/778595790754086912/handyman-and-doodle-the-stretchy-mime-side-story - Perfect Little Angel

Azure Nilson Side Story: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/778602070005743616/azure-nilson-side-story - Looking Upwards.

Hexabug(Maury Serge + Hixel Pixel) Side Story: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/778648755020955648/hexabugmaury-serge-hixel-pixel - Artificial Awakening: Part 2:

Antsy Antilope + Hysteria Hyena Side Story: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/778650754975219712/antsy-antilope-hystera-hyena-side-story - Always Near

Handyman + Clarance The Clayman Side Story: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/778757581706592256/handyman-and-clarance-the-clayman-side-story - Early Introductions

Hixel Pixel Short Story: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/778766993505533952/hixel-pixel-short-story - Pranks A lot

Handyman/Angel Creek Side Story: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/778815150888255488/handymanangel-creek-side-story - Angelic Origins…

Figaro + Coo-Coo The Dog Side Story: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/779038056268398592/figaro-and-coo-coo-the-dog-side-story - Oh Figaro~

Hixel Pixel Side Story: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/779207312754835456/hixel-pixel-short-story - Reputations…

Clarance The Clayman Side Story: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/779357143996530688/clarance-the-clayman-side-story - Forced Divorce

Meringue Side Story: https://www.tumblr.com/asktheocsmybeloved/779382519329128448/meringues-side-story - Sweet Dreams Are Made Of This

Toys + Experiments Side Story: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/779479059090587648/experimentstoys-side-story - “okay WHOSE idea was it for group therapy?! I just wanna know.” cocks double barrel

Rosalie + Dupin Lupin + Buddy Putty Side Story: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/779833524731691008/rosalie-dupin-lupin-and-buddy-putty-side-story - INTRUDER ALERT!

Mr Shortcake Side Story: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/779833527970725888/mr-shortcake-side-story - Hixel Hunt

Rusty Myth Side Story: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/779844702686052352/rusty-myth-short-story - The man. The myth. The not quite a legend…

Buddy Putty Side Story: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/780005032475213824/buddy-putty-side-story - Dude. What the hell.

Joke Side Story: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/780005035647074304/joke-side-story - All Bets are Off

Joke Side Story part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/780615801555337216/joke-side-story-part-2 - All Bets are Off: Part 2: Doughy Demolition

Aether F. Beaumus/Playcare Side Story: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/781029851283030016/aether-f-beaumusplaycare-side-story - Rebellion

I.D.I.O.T. + Motza Cheese Side Story: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/781126607278637056/idiot-and-motza-cheese-side-story - umm... hello.

Joke Side Stories: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/781127268346068992/joke-side-stories - Unexpected Moments

Lonnie + Zacker Side Story Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/wildsparrows/781150467896049664/lonnie-and-zacker-side-story-part-1 - Kapag Ang Dagat Ay Tahimik...

Lonnie + Zacker Side Story: Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/wildsparrows/781232131495051264/lonnie-and-zacker-side-story-part-2 - Asahan Mo At Malalim...

Lonnie + Zacker Side Story: Part 3: https://www.tumblr.com/wildsparrows/781859111818133504/lonnie-and-zacker-side-story-part-3 - Shadows Neath The Great Deep

Rosalie Side Story: https://www.tumblr.com/corelex/782079270227935232/a-roses-beauty - A Rose’s Beauty

Maria Harper Side Story: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/782081379721789440/maria-harper-side-story - New Arrival

Vile Side Story: https://www.tumblr.com/icanexplainwhythisnameisbad/782109155984064512/vile-side-story-upstaged-on-stage - Upstaged On Stage

Deilani Torres + Edward Lester(Mr Shortcake) Side Story: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/782487379312361472/deilani-torres-and-edward-lester-side-story -

Azure & A.I.: Alternate Adventure (or AAA:AA)

Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/778411468908560384/azure-ai-alternate-adventure-or-aaaaa-part - Left Behind…

Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/778825576814444544/azure-and-ai-alternate-adventureor-aaaaa - Chance Encounter

Part 3: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/779659066776666112/azure-and-ai-alternate-adventureor-aaaaa - Level Start!

Part 4: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/780399203886268416/azure-and-ai-alternate-adventureor-aaaaa - Like a Deer in the headlights… or not-

Part 5: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/780933101666844672/azure-and-ai-alternate-adventureor-aaaaa - Just Down the Hall

Part 6: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/781031258199293952/azure-and-al-alternate-adventureor-aaaaa - Deadly Dash

Part 7: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/783381540068638720/azure-and-al-alternate-adventureor-aaaaa -

CANON STORY

(all chapter titles made by icanexplainwhythisnameisbad)

Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/776920501597749248/tdoj-story-part-1 - Up We Go: Part 1: Our Story Begins

Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/776942253990150144/part-two-of-the-decade-of-joy-story - Up We Go: Part 2: Of Games & Escapism

Part 3: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/776958445399261184/part-3-of-the-decade-of-joy-story - Eye See You.

Part 4: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/777039601386864640/part-4-of-the-decade-of-joy-story-part-1 - Need A Hand?

Part 5: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/777059028533641216/part-5-of-the-decade-of-joy-story - Hallway Stalkers

Part 6: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/777126585941835776/part-6-of-the-decade-of-joy-story-part-1 - Clay in my Hands.

Part 7: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/777176561217617920/part-7-of-the-decade-of-joy-story - Security’s Breached

Part 8: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/777220151330422784/part-8-of-the-decade-of-joy-story - Cold Conversations

Part 9: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/777259729248485376/part-9-of-the-decade-of-joy-story - Personal Revelations

Part 10: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/777343150794620928/part-10-of-the-decade-of-joy-story - Moving Forwards

Part 11: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/777956345689276416/part-11-of-the-decade-of-joy-story - Unexpected Interruptions

Part 12: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/778094126559346688/part-12-of-the-decade-of-joy-story - Immoral Ramifications

Part 13: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/778116253788274688/part-13-of-the-decade-of-joy-story - Atychiphobia

Part 14: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/778133469769433088/part-14-of-the-decade-of-joy-story - Fatal Follies

Part 15: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/778180547111518208/part-15-of-the-decade-of-joy-story - The Doctor is In.

Part 16: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/778307819675025408/part-16-of-the-decade-of-joy-story - Sickening Salvage

Part 17: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/778388790632939521/part-17-of-the-decade-of-joy-story - Sounds of Silence

Part 18: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/778581981721214976/part-17-of-the-decade-of-joy-story - Masks you Wear.

Part 19: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/778960628687699968/part-19-of-the-decade-of-joy-story - Head(s) of the Problem

Part 20: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/780730244656250880/part-20-of-the-decade-of-joy-story - Baked Clay

Part 21: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/781962684695461888/part-21-of-the-decade-of-joy-story - Explosive Aftershocks

My TDOJ character Voices: https://www.tumblr.com/decadeofjoy-au/778194994194481152/i-was-originally-going-to-pick-it-myself-but-then

DESIGNS FOR THE AU(to be edited)

[kdyq]

based off of that last fic, hear me out — modern au w/ single mom!reader. she wasn't interested in dating until ambessa ofc, but then shes super nervous about ambessa finding out she has a kid, only for her to figure out ambessa does in fact have children!! and then they're kids meet n its rlly cute. bonus if reader's kid is young and ambessa takes care of them to give the reader a break or smth. like - i need ambessa reliving her infant or toddler days lol. hope this is okay to rq!!

Cheers to new beginnings

Ambessa AU! X fem!single mom AU reader

context: You a single mom meets Ambessa at an event she changes everything.

You hadn’t thought about dating in years. Between the pressure of being a single mom and your job the idea of love felt like a fever dream. You’d built a good life for yourself and your little one your days were filled with laughter bedtime stories and the occasional tantrum. But you weren’t lonely at least that’s what you told yourself.

Then Ambessa entered your life.

You met her at a fundraiser your family friend hosted but you almost didn’t attend. She’d been the keynote speaker for the fundraiser. When she introduced herself afterward you couldn’t stop staring her confident smile and the way her eyes seemed to see straight through you. By the time you left that night she’d already asked you to dinner and you’d said yes before your brain could catch up.

The dates were magical long conversations over candlelit meals make out sessions and the sense that she genuinely wanted to know you. But the fear lingered in the back of your mind. You’d been down this road before and your daughter had always been the dealbreaker. As much as you wanted to believe Ambessa was different you were terrified to find out.

One evening as you sat across from her at in her living room you decided it was time to tell her. But before you could work up the courage Ambessa leaned back in her chair a rare softness crossing her features.

“I want to share something with you” she began. Her voice usually so commanding was almost tender. “I have children.”

You blinked stunned. “You… you do?”

Ambessa smiled her gaze distant for a moment. “Two. Grown now. But I remember the chaos of their younger years well enough.” Her smile deepened as she added

“And the joy too.”

Relief flooded you and before you knew it you were telling her about your little one. Ambessa listened closely asking questions that made it clear she wasn’t just being polite she was actually interested. By the end of the night the weight on your chest had lifted and for the first time in years you felt like maybe just maybe this could work.

A few weeks later Ambessa suggested meeting your daughter. “I’d like to know the most important part of your life” she said her saying that made your heart ache in the best way. Nervous but hopeful you agreed.

The introduction happened at a park on a sunny afternoon. You watched from a bench as Ambessa approached your daughter crouching to her level and introducing herself with a warm smile. Your little one shy at first quickly warmed up to her especially after Ambessa offered to push her on the swings.

It was surreal watching someone so powerful be so sweet. you watch you giggling child around the playground her deep laugh blending with your daughter’s squeals of delight.

Later as you packed up to leave your daughter clung to Ambessa’s leg and demanded another playdate. Ambessa laughed ruffling her hair. “Anytime” she said and you knew she meant it.

One evening Ambessa insisted on giving you a break. “You deserve a night to yourself” she said firmly. Despite your protests she showed up at your door with a confident smile and a bag of toys and books she’d picked out herself.

“Are you sure about this?” you asked for the tenth time glancing nervously at your daughter who was already tugging on Ambessa’s hand.

Ambessa raised an eyebrow. “You’re not the only one who knows how to handle a toddler you know.”

You laughed “well you two have fun”

The night turned into a whirlwind of activity for Ambessa. There was a tea party complete with stuffed animal guests a dramatic retelling of The Very Hungry Caterpillar and a bath that turned into a small flood.

“Why do they make toys that squirt water?” Ambessa muttered wiping her face as your daughter giggled and splashed in the tub.

Later she found herself trying to assemble a castle out of blocks while answering rapid fire questions about her life.

“Do you have a dog?”

“No.”

“Do you like dinosaurs?”

“Who doesn’t?”

“Can I have another cookie?”

“Only if you eat this carrot first.”

By the time your daughter’s eyelids started drooping Ambessa felt both exhausted and oddly happy she was on the verge of going to sleep. She carried her to bed humming a lullaby she hadn’t sung in years and stayed until the soft snores filled the room.

When you returned later that night you found Ambessa sitting on the couch your daughter fast asleep on her chest. Toys were scattered everywhere and a half eaten plate of cookies sat on the coffee table.

“She insisted on a tea party” Ambessa said softly not wanting to wake your daughter. “And then we read… I lost count of how many books.”

Your heart swelled as you took in the sight of them together. Ambessa who had always seemed so untouchable looked perfectly at home with your little girl snuggled against her.

You sat down beside them brushing a strand of hair from your daughter’s face. “Thank you” you whispered.

Ambessa met your gaze her expression warm. “For what?”

“For being here. For… everything.”

She smiled leaning in to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. “You don’t need to thank me. This is exactly where I want to be.”

As you rested your head on her shoulder the three of you together in the quiet glow of the evening you realized you hadn’t just found love you’d found a partner. Someone who saw all of you including the parts you thought would scare her away and embraced them fully.

The future no longer felt dreadful it felt like the start of a new chapter one filled with love laughter and the family you’d always dreamed of.

“THE END”

I hope I did your request the way you wanted 🫶🏾

[sparrows4bats]

Wayne Farm AU Part 2

The Unicorn Incident starts like any other day. Bruce is trying to convince his son to leave his state of the art farm to go to school. He is failing.

Damian had been up all night with his pet tiger, Bianca. She was apparently feeling sad, and cuddles were the only solution.

Bruce had a heart attack when he got back from patrol to see Damians room empty and had Zeta Tubed to the farm.

(He had relented and outfitted the Cave at the farm with a zeta tube, bat computer, and small arsenal of emergency supplies. He's still not sure how Talia built an actual underground cave and then filled it with bats. He's a little upset that she bought the farm in the first place, but there is now another safe place for his children to go in case of emergency, so it's fine! Really! Also, Talia refuses to take it back)

He has a further heart attack when he finds him asleep with a fully grown tiger tucked firmly around him like a living blanket.

When he goes to wake his child up, he gets judgemental looks from the Tiger! She even growls at him when he dares to gently shake Damian awake.

His sleepy youngest son refuses to leave his tiger or his farm, and Bruce feels himself start to give in due to his pout and drowsy cuteness.

It does not help that Damian could have a PhD. by now if Bruce hadn't wanted him to socialise with people his own age who aren't superheros.

He considers getting Alfred to come and intervene, but Alfred takes great joy in Bruce dealing with his children's stubbornness as payback for the many tantrums and grey hairs Bruce caused the butler as a child.

Damian is debating the ethics and effectiveness of the American school system and how it has not been meaningfully innovated since the industrial revolution when something catches Bruce's eye.

Behind Damian and the judgemental tiger, there is a flash of white just outside the boundary of the enclosure.

Damian notices his gaze shift and stops arguing to turn around.

"Is that a unicorn?"

Bruce feels any hope he had for the day leave his body. "I think so." He looks at his transfixed child and dreads his next question."Is it yours?"

"No."

"Damian."

"Father."

"Did you get a unicorn and fail to inform me?"

"No, father, but I do have space in the stable if they require a home."

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because we know nothing about it or where it even came from."

Damian looks over at the unicorn, who is happily munching on the wildflowers that Damian had grown around the farm to encourage the bee population. "They seem content."

"No. I am calling Constantine, and I'm sure we can find out where they belong and return them to their natural habitat." Bruce reasons.

Something in his wording must get through to his son because Damian nods and starts to leave the enclosure with Bruce following behind.

Bruce manages to get through to Constantine on the fourth try while he watches Damian inch closer and closer to the unicorn.

The warlock sounds like he just woke up, but after a few terse orders, a portal opens and a dishevelled John Constantine walks through, smoking a cigarette and glaring.

"Good morning to you." He grunts.

"Thank you for coming." Batman bites outs.

"Didn't give much of a choice now, did you? I expect a favour for waking me up, by the way."

Bruce glares harder and grunts.

"What can I do for you Batsy?"

"Get rid of it."

"What?"

"The unicorn, get rid of it. Now."

They are interrupted by said unicorn walking forward to Damians outstretched hand.

The boy gasps in delight when the mythical beast allows him to pet it. Its large head bent towards the child like an oversized dog.

"Shite. Well, no can do, I'm afraid."

"Explain." Bruce fights the urge to yank Damian back, away from the potential threat.

"Unicorns are stubborn, annoying, bastards. They keep themselves hidden from most of the world and usually have to be summoned through some heavy duty rituals to appear in this realm of existence."

"Then how did it end up here?" Bruce grits his teeth as his son leads the unicorn towards the stable to get it some food. It follows him happily.

The warlock is suddenly grinning at him. "The unicorn appears and basically chooses a person, someone they feel a connection to. Some think it's linked to purity of heart, but that's bullshit made up to sell t-shirts."

"Is it dangerous?!"

"No, not especially. It's like having a large magical stray cat. You can try to separate them, but Unicorns will just teleport back to their chosen person. Treat it well, and it looks like your little Robin will have a friend for life."

"No, get rid of it!"

"You try to convince an extradimensional horse with an attitude problem to leave his new human pet and then come talk to me." John Constantine looks delighted now. Bruce resists the urge to strangle him. Barely.

"It's looks like you have the space, at least," the sorcerer indicates to the meadows that surround them. "I thought you lived in a gothic castle or something. This doesn't really feel like your scen- is that a tiger?" The English man stops to stare at Bianca.

"It's not mine, it's robins."

"The kid has a farm? and a tiger?"

"They were a gift from his mother."

John looks at the Batman frown and starts laughing uncontrollably. "You mean to tell me that in the game of divorced parents, the great Batman is losing!"

"Shut it!" Bruce's order but that seems to make the man laugh harder.

"Father! The unicorn has requested to stay here, I have accepted this honour and, as such, need to acquire a few materials to ensure his care."

"Robin, that's not a good idea." Bruce tries to reason only to get interrupted by Damian stomping his foot.

"Fine, then I shall ask Mother. She is quite adept at finding magical items. She did so with Goliath ."

"Do not call your mother!"

John is looking between them like it's a tennis match. Bruce wants to wipe the grin off his face, badly.

Damian looks him imploringly. "So I can keep her?" The unicorn is standing behind his son using him as a scratching post.

Bruce wants to say no, force John Constantine to banish the damn unicorn away from Gotham but Damian is smiling as he pets his new friend.

He looks so happy and at peace that Bruce knows he is going to cave soon.

The unicorn takes the opportunity to mess up Damian hair while he giggles.

Bruce has never heard his son giggle before.

"Fine. But you have to go to school, no arguments."

"Thank you!" Damian actually separates from the magic horse to hug him, Bruce embraces him as enjoys the rare moment of affection.

Until John Constantine buts in. "Aww now isn't this lovely. So touching, huh Bats."

"Leave if youre not going to be helpful." Bruce orders over his sons head.

The warlock has a shit eating as he addresses Damian. "But I can help Unicorns prefer certain food and plants. I can get you a few books Robin."

"That would be much appreciated, Mr Constantine. As I have you here, is there anything you know about Dragons?"

"Dragons?"

"I have a Dragon and a Dragon bat both seem content, but I wish to provide them with more stimulation."

"Alright then, can I see them? Can't promise I'll be any help though ' John looks genuinely intrigued as Damian leads him on a tour of his farm, Bruce has a bad feeling about how quickly Damian takes to the magic user.

He is proved correct when a few weeks later, after John Constantine starts dropping off magical Strays, much to Damians delight.

Bruce is sure he is doing it to annoy him, and it is unfortunately working. He loses it after the gryphon shows up and starts racing with Goliath and Wiggles through the sky.

The Justice League is very confused why Batman is so murderous and John is so gleeful.

Luckily for the Hellblazer, Jon Kent replaces him on the top of Bruce's shit list soon enough.

[minisugakoobies]

It's You - Choi San | All Yours

Pairing: San x Reader Genre: smut, crack, fluff, angst, roommates to lovers, BFF’s Lil Bro!AU Series Rating: M (18+) Drabble Warnings: sneaking around continues, this is just a very soft little holiday gift from me to you, San remains the sweetest and OC remains fully whipped for him Word Count: about 900 words Disclaimers: SFW, obviously I don’t own ATZ - they just inspire me

Summary: He was only supposed to be a temporary roommate. Your best friend’s little brother, crashing on your couch for a few weeks. That’s it. How did this happen?

A/N: All San wants for Christmas is Noona 🥰 I hope you all have a wonderful holiday season if you celebrate and if you don't then I hope you have a lovely day ❄️

Taglist is open! Reblog, comment, or send me an ask to be added! You can also send me any ideas/thoughts you might have for a future scenario - who knows, it might end up in a drabble! 💕

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It's late on Christmas Eve when the last of your family finally leaves, and you can excuse yourself from your parents and lock yourself in your bedroom. It's late, so late that you consider for a moment not calling, but you're pretty sure San's still up. He'd made you promise him several times that you would call him today. But you've been too busy dealing with nosy aunts and loud cousins at the family party to do it any earlier.

It's late, but it doesn't matter. He's as happy to see you as you are him, his dark eyes crinkling in delight, and then his smile turns shy, like he's embarrassed at how much just the sight of you lights him up inside.

There's no reason for him to be embarrassed. Your glow mirrors his.

You don't want to hang up long enough to wash your face, so he joins you at the sink. You glance at the screen while drying your face to see him delicately scrubbing his skin with sudsy fingertips, and he sees you and pulls a face, making you giggle. It almost feels like a normal night, hanging out together. Almost. You sigh.

"I miss you."

San surprises you by looking surprised at your admission.

"What? Is that news to you?" It shouldn't be. The two of you haven't stopped texting since you'd left the apartment three days ago to head home for Christmas. San and his sister had left as well to have a quiet holiday with their parents. Since then, you've had to invent a million excuses to slip away from your family and disappear into your phone. The device has barely left your hand, every alert making your heart jump, knowing San is thinking about you as much as you're thinking about him.

"No," San scoffs, face relaxing into a pleased expression, a soft half-smile that fully melts your heart. "Of course you miss me. I'm amazing."

"Nah, I changed my mind, I don't miss you," you say, pretending to frown, and San plays along, pouting dramatically, and you can't help but sigh again. "Okay, fine, I do."

"You always give in to me so easy, Noona," he informs you, that spark back in his eye, the one that makes your stomach flip. "I think I’m your weakness."

He's joking, except maybe he's not, and you both know it. You settle in your bed, burrowing under the layers of covers, shivering because your personal heater is several hundred miles away. San does the same, lying on his side as he gazes into the phone, humming lightly. If you close your eyes, it’s like he’s lying right beside you.

The two of you chat a little about your days. His was spent watching holiday movies with Hanuel while his parents prepared a big dinner together for the four of them. You talk a little about your extended family and the chaos they brought to your house today. 

This is the happiest you’ve felt all day. Even when having fun with your family earlier, you’d felt a little off, like something was missing. Making San laugh now, watching those delicate lines around his eyes crinkle with joy, fills you with such a strong contentment that you can’t stop smiling. 

San’s laughter turns to amused hums the longer you talk, and he nestles lower and lower into his pillow until his eyes are struggling to stay open. You don’t even bother to finish your story, too busy adoring the sight of him. 

"Go to sleep, San. Or Santa won't bring you what you wanted."

“Mmm,” he yawns, pressing one hand over his mouth, “but Noona, all I want is you.”

“I knew you were going to say that,” you roll your eyes, giggling.

“It’s true,” he protests, quickly growing serious, “it’s true, though. I wish you were here right now.” 

You sigh. “Stop making me miss you so much.”

Both of you fall silent, watching each other through the phone. There’s a tension now, and it makes you nervous for some reason, and there’s only one thing you can think to say to clear the air. You’re not sure if it’s the right thing to say, but it’s the truth and you really want to share it all of a sudden.

“You already have me, you know.” 

You’ve known for weeks now. Weeks full of longing glances, lingering touches, and hurried kisses -  and sometimes more, in the rare moments the two of you had the apartment to yourselves. It’s time to admit it.

San takes your confession with a long silence of his own. Just when you think you’re about to have a cardiac event waiting for his response, he speaks. “I do?”

You nod. “If you want me. I’m all yours.” Can he hear your heart pounding through the phone?

San exhales quickly. “Mine.”

It’s an agreement. A declaration. 

He traces his finger down his screen, pretending he’s stroking your cheek, and your skin buzzes from the mere suggestion. A warmth like you've never felt before spreads over you, soft and tender, so like the man gazing at you through the phone. 

Tiredness begins to tug at you. Only one more sleep ‘til Christmas, then one more ‘til you’re back home.

And back in San’s arms. 

"Merry Christmas, San," you whisper.

"Merry Christmas," he echoes softly. "Sweet dreams, Noona."

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Taglist: @sweetnspicy-noona @krystal-a @jennylychee @hiefisch

© 2023-24 by minisugakoobies. Crossposted to AO3. Please do not copy or repost. I do not allow translations of my work.

[newtonsheffield]

Every single chapter of Surprise Neddy AU is literally balm for my soul. Whenever I think it cannot get any cuter, you prove me wrong. There are so many touching moments in every chapter that I cannot possibly choose a favourite one.

Thank you for this wonderful story! 💖

I just think the level of comfort Neddy and Anthony both deserve is Neddy being able to sit on his Dad’s lap and run his toy cars along Anthony’s arms and legs like he’s a racetrack. And in fact; Kate deserves to watch her son have that amount of joy from quality time with his Dad. Because that’s special for all three of them. Sometimes it’s not exciting trips out and going to the cinema or to an amusement park. Sometimes a relationship is built on moments just like that. Just Anthony getting to hold his son, and Neddy getting to feel the closeness and Kate watching them love and be loved. Those moments are special as well.

Neddy is already a favourite amongst the Bridgertons. He’s such a little sweetie in his light up dinosaur shoes telling everybody about him and Anthony and Kate having dinner this week and how Anthony does the best walrus face with the breadsticks. Kate’s a favourite as well honestly. None of them had really given much thought to what Neddy’s Mum would be like and Violet’s a bit ashamed to say she’d been almost too scared to think about it. But Kate’s obviously… kind of excellent. She’s sharp enough to keep Anthony on his toes and she’s obviously beautiful and smart and kind and everything else and it’s clear Anthony’s interested in more than just co-parenting with Kate.

But really, what Anthony’s family finds truly the most heartwarming is the way Anthony’s slipped right into the role of being a Dad. Sure he’s had practice with Gregory and Hyacinth but this feels different again. He’s there holding a tissue for Neddy to help him blow his nose. And he looks absolutely delighted to do it. He’s got Ben pondering his own life.

“Do I want to be a Dad?”

“Not right now you don’t.” Daphne rolled her eyes. “Neddy’s just cute enough he’s tricked you.”

“I do like being able to give him back.” Ben agreed. “That’s super convenient.”

“You also like competing with Kate’s sister.”

“It’s not a fair competition!” Benedict hissed, “Edwina wears torn jeans so effortlessly and she’s had ages to work on her act with him! They make my knees look weird! She’s in a band! All I can do is draw a comic about Newton!”

“Sounds like you’ve already lost”

[ilikepptandotherstuffs]

Here's something to possibly make y'all cry

Ok so imagine mommy long legs crying out for miss Claire for weeks on end and never getting an answer and always banging on her cage that she thought she would be in there forever and after being torchured for so long she turns angry and violent just like many before her she thinks there are no nice humans left and that no one will come to save her and accepts that this is what she will be stuck with for the rest of her life

Imagine catnap believing that the prototype will save them because the prototype gave him the tiniest glimmer of hope only to be met with what seems to be a cruel joke he probably thought of many ways to escape but never tried due to how cruel playtime co is he probably thought that the prototype was their only chance at freedom

Imagine dogday just staring at the wall giving up because he thinks that they all will be stuck in this hell forever that there was no hope the only bliss that they would get is that if there line of toys had no hope of selling or stopped selling for a long time they would be discontinued and they would be put down I bet all those nights in the cages he imagined of cuddling with his parents just once more

Imagine yarnaby being confused but knowing that being in a new body wasn't good Imagine his confusion when sawyer only came to vist him Imagine him missing those that cared even the tiniest (sawyer does change for the better on my au) Imagine him dreaming of seeing his parents the only source of comfort he thought he would ever get imagine him trying to yell out for someone he trusts yet his voice does not sound the same words are not coming out

Imagine huggy and kissy being so confused and scared and they have trouble picking things up and playtime co punishes them cruelly anyway imagine them huddling against each other for comfort knowing that they would be punished soon no longer being able to speak they have to find other ways to communicate

Imagine doey in his cage trying to keep his other poeple in his body quiet imagine the guilt he must of felt when he killed his parents imagine the confusion and how scared he would of been during the hour of joy imagine him trying to leave but understanding that their are smaller ones who are at more risk and are more scared then him he looks after them all while still wanting to desperately leave

Imagine miss delight missing her sisters but knowing it is to late to change there fate because they are already dead

An my au some toys grow up while some don't fir example the smiling critters mommy long legs and miss delight they are adults kissy missy and bunzo are children

Imagine bunzo just wanting to leave but never getting it and having to let the others try there best to look after it

Imagine pj just being confused on why it is being hurt

Anyway imagine how confused they are when angel doesn't hurt them or screams at them "why isn't the employee hurting us" or "no you worked for playtime co you are supposed to be cruel" imagine the toys being so afraid of touch to the point they roar or hiss and be violent because they are scared imagine the confusion when angel doesn't hurt them and Is gentle with them most would probably think it was a cruel joke imagine them slowly trusting angel and accepting that fate might not be so cruel after all

Me after thinking this (picture not mine)

[days-until-burnout]

Day 109 -

Characters - Gem + Pearl, brief Gem & Joel Words - 909 Time - 60 mins Content - Modern AU

“Hey, Joel?” Gem calls out as she tosses a dirty towel onto the bench, keeping an ear out for any sound. She hears little, just the sweeping and closing doors. “Need me for anything? If not, I'll head out now!”

“What? Oh, no. Go away. You're devaluing the shop!” 

She rolls her eyes, but smiles. “See you tomorrow!” 

“See ya!”

With that, Gem ties her jacket around her waist before grabbing her helmet, pushing the door open with her shoulder. She spins the keys into her hand then locks the door, sighing after a long day of work. 

As she makes her way to her bike, she thinks about the cars waiting for repairs. She reads through her messages and skims through her emails, hoping there is any news about the parts even though she just ordered them a couple hours ago. She knows Joel is doing the same, both of them the same flavor of impatience. 

Still, nothing can be done and the sky is getting dark, so she slides her helmet onto her head and herself onto her bike. She starts it then kicks the kickstand, reveling in the rumble of the engine and slow warming of her machine. 

Only a couple minutes too long, she is revving her engine to let Joel know she is finally leaving, and shortly after, she is turning out of the lot onto the streets. 

The wind welcomes her naked arms, slipping into her shirt and drying her skin, offering an instant relief to a long day of work. Her jeans freeze and heat up, the fabric worn to her shape. And she scolds herself for not loosening her hair first. 

At this time of day, the streets are filled with cars. She hmphs, knowing everyone has the same goal. 

Get home. 

Still, she sighs at a red light, weaving through some openings to get ahead. There are a couple waves, and even some engine revving to make kids and frat boys erupt in cheers. Though they cannot see it, she smiles at their joy.

She is a simple woman, that is all. 

With another turn, she joins the thrill of the highway.

Speed courses through her veins even if she just follows the usual path. Cars overtaking her, her overtaking them, her reflection on their windows. The pebbles and rubble, the grit of her soles, and delightful heat and cold embracing her body. 

She sweats again, but she only smiles wider. 

Until something catches her eyes, something in the shape of someone pulled to the side, standing behind their car on the phone. 

Gem switches lanes and slows down until she comes to a stop behind the car. The person has long, cinnamon hair. And after Gem takes her helmet off, the person turns to face her, relief on her face. 

Gem pushes her bike closer as the stranger meets her halfway, a tired smile on their lips. 

“Something wrong?” Gem asks. 

“I, I don't know? It's a rental, so it should be fine, you'd think it'd be.”

Oh, stranger has a nice voice and funny accent.

“I'm a mechanic.”

Stranger beams, “Oh! That's great. Could, could you take a look? I just arrived in this city so I don't know which number to call.”

“That so?” Gem entertains and she slides off her bike, assuming Stranger's lingering eyes are because of movement. She tries to not think about it as they walk over to the car, it being silent. 

“I was calling my cousin. But I told him I'd give him a call if you couldn't sort it out.”

Gem giggles, “So you assumed I would help?” 

“You look like you would help!” Stranger laughs, and Gem smiles. Absentmindedly, she finds herself tucking a curl behind her ear, tracing the curve of Stranger's lips. “My name is Pearl, and I am thankful for being right!” 

Gem rolls her eyes, smiling. Fond, almost. Pearl reminds her of Joel a tad. “Alright, let's see what we're dealing with. Oh, and I'm Gem.”

As Gem pops the hood and begins examining the engine, Pearl scoots beside her, looking over her shoulder curiously. And softly, Pearl speaks. 

“Thank you, Gem.”

After a couple minutes, Gem sighs, crossing her arms on the edge of the hood. Pearl makes a worried sound beside her, but there is no point sugar coating it. 

“Aside from running out of oil,” Gem starts, getting on her tiptoes to close the hood. Her shirt rises slightly, the breeze touching her lower stomach and back. “You've got some transmission problems. Looks like whoever serviced the car last didn't do a, uh, let's say careful job.”

“Not something I'm liable for, right?”

When Gem looks over, Pearl is smiling with mischief. 

“Not if we can prove it. If you let me make a call, I can get someone here.”

“Oh thank you! I promise to pay you as soon as my cousin is done with work.”

“No problem.”

One call later, the pair is seating on the hood of Pearl's car, chit-chatting about Pearl's flight and Gem's mechanic job. Conversation comes as easy as the cooling day, and Gem finds herself sliding into her jacket. 

Gem looks down at her hand, the side of it dirty. She fixates on it for a bit, before the feeling of eyes heavy on her person. When she looks up, Pearl looks away, casually tucking a strand of hair back. 

Pearl looks pretty, Gem thinks.

_____

would you still love me if I was a worm. or if I was unoriginal in characters/pairs 👉👈

also, i wrote this on the way to the airport. and then got a headache and finished it on the airport. i am commitment. also, i might post again tonight. am i compensating? yes. do i want to out of my own free will? partial yes.

[click for a random day]

[dark-lord-of-awesomeness]

hi! borrower!anon here

just wanted to say that your answers to my questions keep haunting my mind to the point where i feel like i'll end up making a fic about it

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Fiddleford sighed, fingers still pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Okay,” he repeated. “And you have been living with us since we moved here?”

“No,” the borrower answered.

“Oh thank—”

“I’ve been living with you since you arrived at Backupsmore.”

Silence.

“You have WHAT?”

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there's something about fiddleford that makes me want to bully him

i was already planning on adding magic to it, which is why aroace's magic system got me delighted!! i love seeing the different headcanons for magic that people have

i'm probably overcomplicating my plot as it includes ecological niches and magical evolution (as in, how magic evolves with the pass of time within magical creatures to fill ecosystem functions) but it's the first time in years i've felt motivated to write, so thank you! your cat stan au (and the other budding aus) has that something that inspires people to create

Write that fic! Write that fic! Write that fic!

Fiddleford is so easy to bully. There's just something about young Fiddleford that makes him so bullyable. Old Fiddleford is too sad and also crazy, but younger one still has that veneer of wanting to be normal that's so fun to shatter.

I also love magic. It's so fun to explore and figure out the how's and why's. And you should always strive to have as much fun as possible, so there's nothing too complicated as long as you're having a good time!

I'm am beyond happy to hear I've inspired you to stretch your creative wings. That's the entire reason I write at all, and it fills me with joy everytime I succeed.

If you do end up writing it and posting it please send it my way! I'd love to give it a read!!

[vitanithepure]

There is a lot of positivity flying around recently and...well, I wanna throw in something from myself. To start let me say sorry for not being around much recently, I will be back to all my RT nonsense once The Flu™ leaves me alone.

With that out of the way, let me first say I feel deep and immense gratitude to all the people in the RT fandom. Everyone, both active, more casual or on hold for now, here or on discord - I appreciate you all.

The creativity, the ideas, the amount of private time and effort shared between us all is amazing.

Now, in no particular order:

@cawyden-gaming - your introspective and informative lore posts and code-surfing are always so interesting, showing what we missed, what was perhaps cut or bugged out - you are here to bring this all together 💜

@lordcaptains - I always love seeing your gifs, catching the details and beauty hidden by the isometric camera. Your insights into different aspects of our resident biomancer are always a delight to read. Thank you for so many good things 💜

@nananarc - your beautiful art is truly extraordinary, and truth be told - it was your work that really got me intrigued by the concept of Abelard/RT ship. Get that old man ^^💜

@gingerfan24 - Ana! Everything about Ana you share is pure gold. It's funny, it's interesting and your posts never fail to make me smile 💜

@misscoet - What can I say - your atmospheric and sometimes wildly nsfw art is always the highlight of my dash. Diana is etherally beautiful! 💜

@ronavorona16 - we started our talks recently, but I grew to immensely enjoy your company. Your selflessness in making art of my little menace Imogene is a source of my joy. Beulah is THE queen of queens and I really like to imagine all the shenanigans her and Imogene would get into 💜

@roorenart - can't possibly not mention you :) Seeing your (one of the first tumblr art I actually found!) Heinrix made me fall in love in both him and your style. Later, your take on Imogene made me cherish her even more, you made her real for me 💜

@iamaweretoad - Mago! My ratty, criminal son. The adventures of Mago and Imogene are always alive in my head, I hope we will get to write much, much more of them at some point 💜

@holylustration - My Aurelia So Daring 🥰 Do I need to say more? You created an amazing AU story that inspired so many people (me included!) to experiment with the idea of Knight pilot Heinrix. And your darling Aurelia, a fierce woman of so many talents 💜

@redbatchedcumbermayned - I said it many times and I will never stop repeating it - you are the source of my personal inspiration. Your work on your longfic (absolutely doesn't give justice to something that already is the lenght of a book!), your beloved OC Isha, your encouragement and presence in the fandom are very precious to me 💜

@thatzombiecat - Nyomos! This was absolutely the greatest gift you gave to the fandom along with your stunning art and the duo of unforgettable OCs - Elayne and Vincent 💜

@cadencespark - I am not sure you are still around to read this, but know I will always remember our talks about Annie and Imogene. Annie is the true princess of grimdark and I still often return to the pieces of art of Imogene you gifted me 💜

There are so many more people I could write about and probably some that slipped through the cracks in my memory, for which I am sorry, but like I said - I have a reason to cherish each and every one of you and very much appreciate you being part of this fandom - both in the past and present.

[unknowngaytoaster]

sorry for radio silence, but iwas cooking

Nightmare is always seen writing. He is always perfect and in pristine control. Nothing seems to ever come out of it, as despite him going through stacks and stacks of paper, bottles of ink, and many, many quills. (He refuses to write with a pen.)

What is he writing? Apologies to dream. Raging anger and annoyances. His emotions. All of them, catolouged in neat lines.

Where do the papers go? Tinder. For fires.

I wonder what would happen if one of his subordinates found one of these papers?

Right back at ya for the radio silence, I was finishing up some life stuff. Buuuuuut I should be good now to go through the rest of your delightful asks!(Again thank you so much for sending them, they fuel meeeeee)

It's certainly an interesting idea! That writing letters would be an emotional out for him.

These letters have a large range in terms of conscious thought, from quietly written declarations of future plans of attack to rage-filled cursive fueled by the failure of another mission gone awry. 

In those moments of rage where rational thought flies through the window, Nightmare releases all his accusations and hatred for his brother. A deep need for vengeance of ruining is well constructed plans before seeping into something more personal and ingrained in Nightmare's being. Accusations of all of Dreams wrongdoings, his neglect of him as a brother and his bias towards the villagers. 

'My life would have been better without you', ' My life would have been better if you weren't my brother'. 

Behind that deep need for vengeance lay sorrow, especially on those days where Nightmare would notice just a split second of hesitation from Dream, and narrowly missing an arrow. Written pages upon pages, some notes being directly to Dream, bargaining, some even pleading. Days like that spilled the voice from the back of his mind, providing hopes and dreams of things impossible.

'He still loves us', 'We were both just children'..

'He Can Forgive Us'

Yet the darkness in the back of his head spoke just as loud, if not more so.

"Not After You Killed Mother"

And off the letter went to the fire.

Though the letters usually came and went not long after being written, there were times where Nightmare simply did not have the time nor the patience to set the fire and so some letters were granted time before they would once again return to ash.

On a day where Nightmare had other worldly errands to do, the trio was assigned some minor tasks to accomplish while their leader was away. Mainly diplomatic in nature the three required Nightmare's handy dandy notes on their ever growing array of worlds that was in agreement with them. 

With a lousy yet firm kick to Nightmare's office Killer yelled out to the others.

"Yeah, yeah! I hear ya. Just give me a goddamn second to get these stupid fuckin papers. Lord knows I don't wanna another Au get pissy with us for forgetting whatever the hell we agreed upon last time."

The skeleton started rummaging through drawers, searching half-haphazardly for the info. Before he stumbled upon a usually empty drawer with a small neat stack of handwritten papers. 

"Jackpot." Killer grinned.

His eyes skimmed the first page for him to be certain of the contents.

'The day you die will be the first day I feel genuine joy in the past 500 years.'

Definitely not AU trading information, but information on the boss, and clearly this was something personal. Killer instinctively knew he shouldn't read further, rules had never stopped him and they certainly wouldn't now. Additionally, learning something new about the boss was rare, and any information usually gained wasn't anything important and could just be deduced by living in his manor. But feelings, personal, true, handwritten feelings, now that was something juicy. Say curiosity killed the cat but Killer's self-preservation instinct had never been his greatest quality.

Onward went Killer's eyes drifting through pages upon pages of letters, most written in Nightmare's prim and proper handwriting.

'You've ruined me', ' You've forsaken me for the last time', 'Why did things have to change?', 'Can't things go back to how they used to be?'

'I'm Sorry.'

Killer's fingers flicked through the pages, a knowing grin widening on his face.

What do y'know, the boss has feelings too.

Each one of their group had their fair own share of regrets, things they wished they could have changed. Reminiscing caused its own fair share of realizations, the idea that Nightmare had his own regrets brought...a sort of comfort, a warm relief. The letters certainly kicked Nightmare down a peg, but at the same time brought everyone down to the same level. The same level of failure and uncertainty.

Killer neatly organized the letters and placed them back into the drawer, lest he be found out for snooping, even if it was accidentally. He rummaged through Nightmare's main desk and found the needed documents. With quick steps towards the exit, Killer gently closed the door. 

All of them had their own fair share of goods, however unlike the rest of them Nightmare's regrets could be possibly mended. Many regrets can never be taken back, so if Nightmare made the choice to do so, Killer won't hesitate to assist him on his conquest.

[halfhoursonearth-writes]

Can you recommend fanfiction that you personally really like?

Yes! Love this ask. I’ve never made a Zutara fic rec list partially because I’ve read so many wonderful stories over time that I find the prospect daunting! 

But there are absolutely certain stories that I have a personal soft spot for, that I return to again and again. And that’s my criteria for what’s included below. This is a sampling of fics that I find myself coming back to, in no particular order. I may come back and add more, because this list is so far from exhaustive. A mix of ratings (marked), so keep that in mind.

Wish I Was the Moon by Like a Dove (T), post-canon: There’s so much that I love about the way this one-shot explores Katara’s character and what she faces post-canon, how she frees herself, strikes out in the world and finds her way home. Her feelings for Zuko, and her inner-conflict around them, are rendered tangibly, both through scene and subtext. A really good example of how an author can show a character’s lack of/journey to self-knowledge without breaking voice.

Refraction by caroes3725 (E), post-canon: When I started reading Zutara fanfic (for me this was in 2020), this was the fic I was looking for—a deep, realistic-to-canon, in-character exploration of how Zutara could unfold after the events of ATLA in a way that gives Katara in particular the arc she deserves. Really well-done development of the Fire Nation court world, well-developed characters, shining dialogue. An amazingly well-worth-it slow burn.

Wildfire by rainstormdragon (E), post-canon: To me this story is kind of a steamy Zutara thesis. The characters are so spot on and alive, their flaws are on full display in a way that feels realistic, and their chemistry is powered by their compatibility—matched in passion and stubbornness, and also in what they want from life. And I think it really gets Aang, too, which is something that can be hard to find in ZK fic. Also really hot, but that's only part of what makes it really shine.

Partners in Learning by evergreenonthehorizon (T), Modern AU: One of the things I love in modern AUs is watching an author weave that invisible string between these characters. Sometimes, it’s by writing narrative arcs that parallel the series, and sometimes it’s by drawing out the personality traits that make the characters both lovable to readers and such a compelling match and watching that spark bloom into flame. This beautifully written story does that so, so well in a really compelling Modern AU setting. Zuko and Katara here are so wonderfully lovable, and it’s a joy to watch them fall for one another, too.

Journeys by Smediterranea (E), Modern AU: In real life, I want to see my friends in relationships with people who can recognize why they’re so particularly amazing. That potential, I think, part of the appeal of ZK as a ship, and that’s part of the special magic of this fic. Watching these two characters get to know one another—really see one another—and fall in love deliciously sweeps the reader up. Plus, really fun, in character cameos from the rest of the Gaang along the way.

Spark, set fire by marijayne (T), Modern AU: literary fanfic, and I mean that in the best way. This story is beautiful and bittersweet, the latter is not often something I seek out in fanfic (where I hide from life), but here it’s gorgeous and worth it. The world building here is really cool—allows the author to explore some of a set of cultural issues/interactions that both echo the ATLA world and ours. The characters are so tenderly drawn (dadko especially)—and the connection between them builds beautifully and tangibly—and the longing is…chef’s kiss. 

Wrong when it's right by nire (T), Book 1 Canon Divergence: Before I read this, I couldn't imagine wanting to read a Book 1 Zutara. After, I wanted more. Bickering, bed-roll sharing, shared heat, tenderness and common ground. A delight from start to finish.

Anyway, thanks for asking and happy reading! <3 And if you want more recs, let me know.

[smilesatdawnmain]

ETERNAL LMK AU (Part 9) (Interactive Story)

Forgiveness. A beautiful thing...

Blind forgiveness? ....We'll see where that goes.

The rules are simple.: I will give the written passage, and then at the bottom there will be a vote on how the characters act next!

Story: Eternal Au

Ships: Shadow Peach

The air around them shimmered, and for a heartbeat, a flicker of light danced between their souls, pulsing with fierce recognition. Macaque's instincts wrestled within him.

The look in Wukong's eyes—a cocktail of guilt and yearning—brought memories flooding back. Memories of laughter shared under the stars, heated arguments turned into playful banter, and soft touches that felt like home. Each recollection twisted his insides until he felt as if he might shatter, caught between two worlds he could never fully inhabit.

"Moon," Wukong pleaded, his hands held out in the air, knowing he couldn’t touch, but so desperately wanting to. “You’re really here, right?” A vulnerability Macaque had never seen before—a raw ache that mirrored his own wounds.

A twisted sense of loyalty forced itself upon Macaque once again, despite his better judgment. Years of enduring Wukong's endless apologies and empty promises- a cycle that had woven itself into his very being. Each time, Wukong's actions grew more destructive until they ultimately resulted in Macaque's untimely demise. But even in death, Macaque's heart couldn't fully release the grasp of forgiveness on his treacherous Mate. His everything. To deny forgiveness was to deny Wukong. He didn't want to deny his Sun....

The shadows could not exist without the light.

Macaque's breath, or what felt like breathing in this half-life, hitched in his throat. The darkness that clung to him shimmered, almost invitingly, yet he remained tethered by that unbreakable bond. For a moment, he fought against the encroaching urge to rush into Wukong’s embrace, to bask in the warmth he'd lost.

His instincts screamed at him: "Run!" But here was Wukong—with open arms and a quivering lower lip—and Macaque felt himself weak to it. Always so weak. Always so desperate for Wukong. For Wukong to be desperate for him. To want him- fight for him- choose him!

Even with his anger and fear, his adoration and love just wanted to keep the man in his life. whether that be through clawing to keep Wukong close or offering forgiveness at the cost of himself.

With a trembling resolve, Macaque took a cautious step forward, the chasm of his existence shrinking between them. “I’m here, Wukong,” he confirmed.

Wukong's eyes widened, shimmering gold pools glistening with unshed tears, every flicker of emotion radiating the sheer force of his longing. He smiled in relieved joy when Macaque acknowledged him. That smile was an undoing. He seemed to sense that Macaque was not approaching him with anger.

His Moon was willing to forgive. That got him eager, stepping closer with a weak exhale and airy sound of joy. "Moon," he cooed in delight. It cracked something deep within Macaque, a fissure that widened as he took another step, despite the sharp bite of his past clawing at him like a pack of wolves.

"Don't," Macaque's voice trembled, fragile like glass yet full of unyielding force. "Don't smile like that, Wukong. You don’t get to smile after- don’t look at me like that…." Each word sliced through the tension like a blade, carrying hurt and betrayal.

Wukong's ears flattened, understanding he was moving too quickly. Smart enough to backtrack just a tad, yet still close enough to keep Macaque in his sights, “I-I know. I’m so sorry…” His hand quivered midair, reaching towards the ephemeral outline of his mate. It was an invitation wrapped in desperation- pleading for him to go easy on him. To forgive and forget. To stay with him.

Sometimes Macaque wondered if Wukong was even aware of what he was doing. If he maliciously knew what kind of power he had over the Moon, or if this was just a habit he too had unknowingly learned. That Macaque had allowed blind forgiveness for so long, that Wukong thought it natural. It was just their way. An expectation. Not an ill one, but just how things were between them.

Still- Wukong seemed earnest and desperate, so that was a change. A little one. Like a siren's call drawing him back to a place he thought he had escaped.

Wukong took another tentative step forward, unwavering in his hope yet visibly trembling at Macaque’s words. “Tell me! Tell me what I need to do to make it right.” His urgency dripped from every syllable. “I’ll never let you go again. I’ll never hurt you again…!” how often had Macaque heard such apologies? How often had the situation been swept away by handsome smiles and seemingly heartfelt assurances that were never planned out?

Bold promises. Empty promises. What could Wukong do to him now that he was a spirit? Of course, he could never physically hurt him again…

And yet foolishly, Macaque still believed such honeyed lies. A shadow who bent over backward just for praise of the Sun.

What could Macaque even ask right now with his body like this??

“I-I don’t-” he shakes his head, “Wukong look at me,” he gestured to himself, broken and upset. “I’m not even here. I’m intended to be dragged down into the Diyu.” he covered his eyes, shaking. "My soul is meant to be punished...."

Wukong's eyes ignite with a fiery rage, his body coiled like a spring ready to strike. He hisses through gritted teeth, each word dripping with venom, "The Diyu?!" The mere mention of the underworld, the Ten Kings, sent a shiver down his spine. How dare they even consider approaching his mate! Touching him with their vile hands! Taking what was his!? "Have they approached you?!" His voice echoes with a primal ferocity that sends shivers down even the bravest of spines.

Macaque's body tenses, his wide eyes darting around frantically as he stammers out a response. "I..." At that moment, he considers spilling the truth to Wukong. The existence of that invisible golden thread that binds them together, never allowing them to stray too far from each other. A curse and a blessing all at once. Yet, he paused. Should he tell Wukong that?

Should he reveal they were soul mates?

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