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kissagii · 1 year

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Yo! I have a doozy of a request >:)

Okay mha, aizawa, with an adult son/daughter (idk the gender neutral term. Child?? I think it's child?) Who is a hero overseas and one day DIES.

Aizawa hears it some how, goes into grieving, and then...

Reader just shows up... in his house... raiding his fridge (but make it funny)

It turns out reader had to fake their death to go undercover to kick some villans butt and they needed to lay low for a while so they came back home.

Comfort angst-turned Crack!

got it! i loved this concept, it's so amazing <3 <3 <3

i don't think i went crazy enough with the comedy because for some reason i felt like a more wholesome route would work better

safe and sound

aizawa x child!reader ; wc. 0.9k

cw: cursing, reader is presumed dead, it's a lil graphic, not proofread

There were times when Aizawa Shota regretted becoming a father. This was one of them. He knew that his profession put his child in danger of losing a parent at any moment, but he promised himself every day that he would return home safely for their sake. It was what kept him going. But what he had never expected was that he would be the one to lose someone so dear to his heart in a hero mission.

Aizawa was in the middle of a nap when Kaminari shouted the news. “OH MY GOD, THE X-TEAM VANISHED!”

Aizawa knew that team all too well: it was your team.

“Give me that,” He muttered, taking Kaminari’s phone from his hand and skimming through the article.

X-Team… heroes sent abroad… villain ambush… notorious killers… location unknown… heroes vanished… presumed dead. He reread those last few words. “All heroes presumed dead.” It couldn’t be - it just couldn’t. You had to be alive… you had to.

In that moment, as he sobbed on the floor of his classroom, Aizawa Shota wished he had never encouraged you to be a hero, never let you join the agency known for taking on the most brutal internatonal missions, never taken in a child with such immense potential only for that potential to be cut short in such a terrible accident.

Weeks of searching were to no avail. Try as they might, international heroes could find nothing regarding the X-Team’s location, not a piece of clothing, or a message, or a villain that might spill. Until they found the bodies. Three of them, young adults, disfigured beyond identifiability. But one of them lined up with you - same height, build, gender, age… and clearly the victim of the villains you were chasing. For all Aizawa knew, it was you.

Aizawa Shota is a tired man. He always has been. But weeks of sleepless nights, long days of worrying, and the nightmares… it took a toll on him. He was barely functioning as a teacher and as a hero. Only pure exhaustion would make him sleep, and what little rest he got would never last. So it was no surprise when he, having not slept in days, hallucinated a person in his house.

Illuminated only by the light of the fridge (which, he noticed, had been largely emptied of its contents), the imaginary person turned to him and waved, mouth full of food.

“‘Ello!” They said, grinning. Aizawa knew that voice. That was your voice.

“Oh god… I’m losing it,” He muttered to himself, “I’m fucking hallucinating.”

“But you’re not though? Waittt are there two of me? Or a shadow demon in the corner? HI SHADOW DEMON!!”

Perhaps it really was you - his child, the little creature he raised from nothing, his reason for living and the most amazing person in his life.

“Ah, shit, you probably think I’m dead, don’t you? Long story short it was a whole scheme, our cover got blown so we had to hide for a while, the villains wanted to make it look like they killed us, we got in undercover with some reinforcements and they took forever to get to us, then all of a sudden we get out of our hidey hole and everyone thinks we’re dead? I dunno, it was pretty wild though. Sorry for spookin’ you… but we got the job done so it’s fine, right?”

Your father collapsed into your arms. Your very solid, very real, very alive arms. For weeks it had seemed hopeless, like he’d truly lost you. But all that time… all that time you were working diligently, making the best of your situation, the dedicated child he loved so much. Home at last, safe.

“Dad? Daaaaad. There’s really no need to cry, I’m fine! Yeah it was messy, but hey, it all turned out fine! It always does, doesn’t it?” Though you complained, you missed your father. Two months away from home, one of which was spent cut off from most of the world, took a toll on you too.

“Kiddo… you can’t just scare me like that,” Whatever strength he had left was put entirely into the rib-cracking embrace he gave you, tears soaking into your shirt, “I thought you were dead. I thought I lost you.”

“Hey dad, do you remember what you told me when I was little?” He nodded. “How I wasn’t allowed to worry about you when you went on missions because you’d always find a way back to me? Well, now that I’ve gone pro, I think it’s time that bargain went both ways. Because our silly little family - Auntie Kamaya, Uncle Yamada, those other kids you adopted from UA, you, and me - we’ll stick together.”

Aizawa let go of you, placing his hands firmly on your shoulders and looking into your eyes, “Yeah… I’ll try not to worry. Now I’m going to sleep… and you’d better have the fridge reorganized by the time I wake up.”

“Reorganized, restocked, and breakfast on the table. For all the stress I caused you,” You promised as he trudged to his room. Now, there was only one issue between you and seet, sweet sleep - how the hell were you going to get groceries to make breakfast if the whole country thought you were dead???

©king-of-dreamers 2022

#imagine ⋆｡°✩#aizawa x reader #aizawa x child reader #aizawa #shota aizawa #shota aizawa x reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha aizawa #bnha aizawa

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airyravenmaid · 1 month

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SAGAU: My Style

Back at it again with sharing my personal ideas with the Self-Aware Genshin AU. I don't see myself writing a full-on fanfic about it because I do NOT trust myself with characterizing everybody properly, and some of the ideas I have in mind wouldn't make for a good universal experience for all, if that makes sense. So, instead, I'll just stick to pitching like I'm at a silly ol' business meeting and providing a simply layout. Now, keep in mind, this is going to focus more on my rendition of an Imposter AU specifically, which means I'm also going to do a little nitpicking of some common tropes in it that I find could be done better or even differently. It won't be me saying that anybody who writes them in the traditional sense is bad or doing a bad job, just what I'd do differently. So, without further ado, check out my mish-mushed ideas below the cut:

It all starts with the Creator Themsleves, aka, us. Or, rather, us before we became us. Not making sense? That's fine, but lemme delve into that a little better. Game lore-wise for this AU, there actually was a fully existing, fully breathing Creator that's been around since even before the Archons (but not by too much; Zhongli's still no spring chicken in spite of this). Yes, they did create Teyvat and all that's good in it like the flora, the fauna, and the creatures, and they had a close bond with said Archons not just as people serving, advising, and worshipping their God/ruler, but also in a legitimate friendship (so, no, they're not 100% subservient or gutless ass-kissers-- it's more of an equal dynamic). Maybe one Archon of your choice (within reason) being close enough to the point of being (secret) lovers, if you'd like. Such explains the Archons' deep attachment to the Creator, and their eagerness to see them again after tragedy-- like, say, the Cataclysm that razed Khaenri'ah-- renders them comatose and not to awaken again until present day. Until then, the Creator's body lies safely in sleep like Princess Aurora within their main temple/palace, occasionally visited by their old companions (minus Ei, who's in her hidey-hole until the Inazuma AQ's, but that goes without saying).

But, just before they do wake up, here comes a little (presumably Celestia-sent) POS known as the Imposter, who worms their way into the temple where the Creator lies, steals their garbs and replaces them with normal, less divine attire before sending their body far away apparently never to be seen again and lying on that resting spot acting as the Creator on the verge of waking up. And since no one knows what really happened, it looks like the promised day has come without issues, and the Imposter is welcomed by nearly all back to a throne that never actually belonged to them. As for the actual Creator... they're in good hands, because Teyvat would never mistake another for the All-Parent that breathed life into it and acts to protect their body hidden amidst nature in whatever region they landed in (your choice) until they really do wake up.

And when our in-game body does wake up, our real-life consciousness is transferred into it and overwrites our old, godly memories with our normal ones. Since I can't stand isekais that require us dying an early death IRL (like, at all, actually), we're either magically transported to Teyvat the old-fashioned magic way, or part of our consciousness goes into our in-universe body and leaves our physical forms in reality alone, thereby creating two versions of us going around two separate worlds. For better wording, that is, but that's the gist of it. Either way, we're the real deal Creator, but one without our old memories (apart from short visions we get of our old divine life that come up every now and again) as far as everyone else in Teyvat is concerned. They're not totally wrong, anyway. I was thinking this could be justified to everyone by our "past self" saying pre-slumber that they will reawaken without the knowledge of this world (aka, the Genshin one), but it will still very much be them/us.

By the way, when we stumble into the main town or city of whatever region we wound up in, the locals don't just immediately attack us for looking like the Imposter. While sometimes, I do enjoy kicking back and enjoying pure angst, I otherwise found that aspect of Villain/Imposter!SAGAU to be, comment dit-on... absurd, especially with nobody in Mondstadt (outside of that one nun not buying it and simply scolding him) giving two honks about Venti despite him looking like (being) Barbatos, and nobody in Liyue even noticing the resemblance between Zhongli and Rex Lapis/Morax. And given how much those nations revere their god, the argument of us being a higher deity cannot be made. So, instead, at absolute worst, people are just really unnerved by the uncanny resemblance we have to the Creator, but otherwise don't get alarmed... until the Imposter catches wind of us and changes that. The reason people start attacking us at all is because the Imposter weaves a forewarning of the Creator's antithesis equal to them in power known as the "Destroyer" will descend on Teyvat, attempt to steal the throne using the Creator's face, and do worse to the world than the Abyss Order ever could try to if not stopped. And, this may sound like something they just made up to get us killed, but in a way... it's true, only issue is that the acolytes + citizens have the wrong idea of who's who, of course. Plus, the actual, all-powerful Creator, if pushed too far by say... an incredibly lengthy and traumatic manhunt after being mistaken for the Destroyer, is capable of tearing the world limb from limb, because those who create can as easily destroy, but those who destroy can never create.

Speaking of "all-powerful"... why are we always completely powerless in these SAGAU works apart from crying and/or getting really angry (which ARE realistic and valid reactions to the shit we're going through, but it's not mutually exclusive to getting cool abilities)? Because we're not actually from Teyvat? Even Aether and Lumine have the power to wield the elements despite coming from somewhere else, and for us to not get that same honor is frankly dull as dishwater. That's a lot of missed potential to dip into the fantasy aspect of a fantasy game like Genshin Impact. It's here I'd like to take some inspiration from a show I've enjoyed for years known as none other than "Avatar: The Last Airbender". Not to mention, the term "avatar" generally refers to a "divine incarnation in human form", hello??? Ahem! In other words, instead of being completely incapable of defending ourselves, we-- being the almighty Creator-- are able to wield all seven elements at once, but we have to gradually learn how to effectively use and master them. We do start with one element (any of your choice), then work our way up in order of the loading screen. IE: say your element is Cryo, you'd have to go Geo -> Pyro -> Hydro -> Anemo -> Electro -> Dendro. Such was the same in our past life, but we had the Archons to teach us and help us master those abilities through time.

Which means now, we need other people to help us do it again in our new "incarnation", and that's in the form of 5-star Vision holders since they fit the bill of "master" a bit better, being the rarer, stronger characters and junk. Of course, this is likely with discretion, because some might not be wise to learn from (such as Klee, funny as that'd be). I'm also discounting learning from the Archons because not only has our time with them from the previous life passed, but I don't find it fair to learn from a powerful god of that element, even if we're a god ourselves. It's more balanced learning from someone beneath that level (so, yes, an adeptus would still qualify). Also, important note here: not every single playable character is going to try and kill us for the Creator-Destroyer thing. NPCs are one thing because, let's be real, they're sheep, but it isn't realistic or in-character for everybody playable to want us dead. While a fair chunk would probably be on board for the sake of not letting the world blow to smithereens (and not because, you know, Same Face Syndrome, because that's completely insane), some might not outright believe the alleged prophecy for one reason or another, such as not being fond/trusting enough of the apparent "Creator" to just listen to them right off the bat, or getting to already find out who the real Creator is and knowing we're not the enemy. Whatever the reason is, we're going to have allies, including ones that join us in our quest to defeat the Imposter and take back the throne to restore balance to Teyvat. This can also include those who initially sided with the Imposter, but for one reason or another such as seeing our gold blood, they have a change of heart and tag along for the ride. For us to just go about Teyvat on the lam with nobody having our back is just... depressing, and not even in the fun way, either. I understand this faction of SAGAU tends to be purely angst-based, but come on, it doesn't have to all be a total bummer all the time. There's no rule that says we can't go through the angsty, heartwrenching stuff with traveling companions to call our own there for us through it all.

Now, of course, whoever those traveling companions are is really up to you because not all of us are gonna wanna tag up with and learn from the same bitches as the next guy. So, it's anybody's game with anybody's reasoning and circumstances (such as which region we wake up in, who our first companion(s) would be there, then which region we move onto, and even what element we have to learn next). Also, fitting the max. number of characters you can have on one team, it'd just be four actively traveling alongside us through Teyvat with other allies remaining where they are, whether they helped us master an element or not. But, no matter anybody's personal tastes and choices, I really wish there was more of a thrilling "fantastical group adventure" kind of element to this genre of SAGAU, because the potential is there, just-- seldom reached, from what I've seen, personally. I'd be more than happy adding onto this with anything I might have missed, but that's basically the gist of my view of this AU.

#Genshin Impact #SAGAU #Imposter AU #SAGAU Cult AU #Genshin Impact SAGAU #(Meant to make this post when a certain someone finally came home in Genshin; but that was 4 months ago lmfao)#This is kind of a huge mess but it's open to tweaking and revisiting; if necessary #But I still mean it when I say I wish more works had Creator!Reader have more fun or do cool shit amidst the angst and drama #Adventuring with newfound friends on a quest to reclaim your yoinked throne in a fantasy setting is cool; yo; go nuts with it

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flowersandbigteeth · 1 year

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Hi! I recently read everything you have on Hugo and I adore both him and your writing style so much! All the characters in your writing feel so vivid!

You mentioned in a headcanon post that when they were younger Hugo thought the reader was annoying since he couldn’t drink or hit on girls when they’re around

Since it discovered this information my brain keeps making me think about the reader overhearing Hugo complaining to his friends about them so I just wanted your opinion on what you think would happen to calm my brain down because I seriously cannot get my head to stop making up many many angsty scenarios about this!!! Especially when I’m about to go to sleep!

Thank you so much for all the hard work you put into your stories and sorry for the long ask, have a great day/night!

I hope this helps you get some sleep, lol!

You were walking around Hugo’s house to the backyard and you overheard him talking to some of his friends, you stop just around the corner when you hear your name mentioned

They were complaining that he never hangs out with them anymore and when he does it’s always with you, a dumb kid, in their words, so they can’t have any fun

Hugo wanting to fit in complains that you are impossible to shake off, just a dumb kid that won’t leave him alone

Of course, you are devastated and run back home, rushing past your parents to your bedroom to collapse into tears

A few days go by and you still don’t feel better. Food doesn’t taste good, you don’t want to watch cartoons, or play with your dolls. You feel like a dumb baby and wish you could be more grown up

At first Hugo enjoys spending a day with his friends without you, he feels like he can be a real teenager, but after a few days he starts to worry where you’ve been.

He knows your parents aren’t the best (sometimes they forget to feed you and often leave you home alone, even though you are too young to be without a babysitter) and worries you’ve gotten into trouble or something has happened to you. When he goes out with his friends all he can think about is you and what might be wrong

Finally, he can’t hold down his worry and heads over to your house to check on you

Your parents are very anti-were people so they send him away, telling him to leave you alone, which only makes him worry even more

He ends up seeing you at the little park down the street, you’re swinging on a swing set, but just kind of drifting back and forth, not really enthusiastic about it

When you first see him approaching you immediately jump off the swing and run to hide in the play set, curling up in one of the little hidey-holes

Hugo is confused because normally you are thrilled to see him, so he wonders what’s changed and a bolt of dread shoots down his spine, thinking you’ve grown out of him and don’t like him anymore

He follows you over and peeks in, but you turn your back to him, which only makes him feel more worried

He asks you if you are trying to play hide and seek with him and when you just shake your head and start crying a bit, he knows something is wrong, so he reaches in and fishes you out, sitting you on his lap

He tries to bribe you with ice cream, but you aren’t having it and just continue to cry on his lap, so not sure what else to do he hugs you really tight and pats your head

He ends up begging you to tell him what’s wrong, asking you if it was something your parents did or someone bullying you at school

You are so embarrassed and overcome with sadness you don’t know what to say and instead snap at him that he’s a big meanie and you’re not friends anymore before dissolving back into tears

Of course he’s very upset by this, because he can’t imagine what he could have done to make you angry with him

He promises you if you just tell him what’s wrong he’ll fix it for you and with a lot of coaxing he manages to get out of you that you think he thinks you’re a baby and you wish you were grown up (in your mind teenager is very grown up) so he will want to play with you

He’s not sure where this is all coming from, but he tries to assure you that he likes playing with you and he missed you when you were avoiding him

You argue back that that’s not what he told his grown up friends and suddenly he realizes that you overheard him talking with them and feels horrible

He’s not sure how to fix it, but to make you feel better, and because it is mostly true, he promises you that you are his best friend and he was stupid for saying those things. He tells you sometimes grown ups say things they don’t mean and don’t really believe when they are trying to fit in.

You’re still skeptical, but you stop crying at least and ask him if he wishes you were grown up

He tells you he likes that you are little because he can do this…he stands up and tosses you up in the air and catches you again, before spinning you around in circles by your arms, until you can’t hold in your giggles any longer and he’s put a big smile on your face.

When he puts you down again he wipes the tears and snot off of your face with his shirt and tells you the two of you can hang out together all day, with no one else, and do whatever you want to do to make up for it

You decide to extort him for ice cream and make him chase down the ice cream truck and buy you whatever you want. You end up eating ice creams together on the curb, while you tell him about things that would be important to a little kid (stuff you learned at school, what’s happening with your favorite cartoon, etc.) until it gets dark and you get full and sleepy.

Since your parents aren’t home (they usually spend their evenings at bars and you’ve come over to his house many times, hungry when they neglected you) he lets you fall asleep in his arms and he carries you home and tucks you into bed (He knows where your parents hide the spare key under a potted plant).

After that he never lets his friends talk bad about you again and comes to the realization that he cares more about what you think of him than what they think of him.

#werebear x reader #monster headcanons #headcanon

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fandomsnstuff · 7 months

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I was thinking about my youtube au and blupjeans at work today so :3c @taznovembercelebration

Day 13: hide/tradition

"“The Birdhouse” is a colloquial name for a group of seven YouTube personalities who, after years of friendship, decided to move into a large house together. While all their channels are independent of each other, they often cameo or guest in videos and livestreams."

- via The Birdhouse wiki

Read it on AO3

“Every year we've had to add a new rule, so I'm going to go over them one more time,” Lucretia says to the six of them. They're standing in the kitchen of the house they rented for the weekend, and everybody has their own small cameras on hand. “The rules for The Birdhouse's fifth annual hide and seek game. One, no bodily harm to yourself by consequence of your hiding space.” She looks pointedly at Magnus, who somehow managed to squeeze himself into a cupboard year one and ended up needing to see a chiropractor for six months. “Two, no giving yourself away by jumping out of your hiding spot to startle the seeker,” she looks at Magnus again, who jumpscared Merle so bad in year two, he broke a lamp. “Three, during the hiding phase, the seeker must be blindfolded, wearing noise canceling headphones, and be sitting facing a corner of the group's choosing. No peeking.”

“It was a good strategy!” Taako defends.

“Four,” Lucretia continues, “you must hide on the property and stay on the property until you're found or the game ends.” She looks to Davenport this time, who just got in the van and drove away until they texted him telling him he won last year. “And, as always, the winner of this year's game will gain free food and drink for the rest of the weekend, bragging rights for one full year, and the obligation to be next year's seeker. Understood?” Everyone makes some sort of agreeing sound, so she snaps her notebook shut. “Great. Dav, you know where to go.”

He salutes, and takes his blindfold and headphones to a corner of the living room. Once he's situated, Lucretia says, “alright everyone, five minutes on the clock.” She starts a timer on someone's phone that'll go off in Davenport's headphones when it's up. “Go!”

Everyone scatters, heading for spots they scouted out in the two days since they've arrived. Barry beelines for Magnus's room. The shelving at the back of his walk-in closet isn't flush against the wall. For some god forsaken reason, there's at least three feet of space behind it. When he found it scoping out the rooms upon arrival, it was initially storing a spare mattress and some sheets. He pulled the mattress out and leaned it up against the back wall of the closet. It blocked the entrance to the hidey hole, and just standing in the door of the closet, nothing looks out of the ordinary, it's just as if a landlord needed to store a mattress.

And he knows Davenport didn't get up to the second floor until after Barry moved it.

He also fucked up the nicely folded sheets. That way, he can cover himself with them, and even if Davenport found the spot ahead of time, the lump of sheets was already there.

He's just maneuvering his way into the space when the closet door opens.

He freezes, but it's just Magnus, who whisper-shouts, “I was gonna hide there!”

“I got here first,” Barry whisper-shouts back.

“It's my room!”

“Exactly! I'm not going to hide in my own room, that's too obvious. I would've had too much time to plan a spot, since I sleep there.”

“Oh shit, that's smart.” He looks over his shoulder, then back at Barry. “See ya!”

He shakes his head and squeezes past the mattress. He goes straight to the back of the little space, in the corner of the closet. He picks up the pile of sheets, sits himself down with his knees drawn to his chest, and covers himself with the sheets, attempting to make himself look as pile-like as possible.

“Okay,” he whispers to the camera, “I think we're in a pretty good spot, and we've still got,” he checks his watch, “three minutes until Dav's on the move.” He shifts a little. “I might be a little stiff after, but I'm confident. This might be our year.”

“Barry?” Lup's voice comes from outside the sheets. He reveals his head, and she's standing at the open end of the space. She glances over her shoulder, then back. “You got room in there for one more? My top spots got fucking stolen, and time's ticking down.”

“Uh, maybe? You can absolutely try.” He could never say no to her. This was his only planned spot and he's fully ready to start from scratch for her if he has to, he'll just edit out the part about it being his year.

She comes in further and holds out her camera. “Hold this.” He takes it, and she starts pulling away the sheets until he's been excavated from the pile. “Extend your legs a bit.” He complies, and she sits down between them and covers the two of them with the sheets. She leans back against his chest and takes her camera, holding it out slightly to get both of them in the shot. “There, perfectly hidden.” She cranes her neck to look at him. “I'm proud of you, Bear. You actually found a good spot this year.”

His free arm wraps around her waist, the other still propped up with the camera. “My spots aren't that bad.”

“And yet you've never been seeker.”

“I was only found first in year one, and that's only because I didn't have any time to look around before the game started.”

“Still,” she taps his nose, “they haven't been winners.” He just laughs and shakes his head. “But hey, you found one of my top spots, so maybe we'll both win this year. There's no rule about two people in one spot yet. Maybe there'll be Blupjeans double seekers next year.”

He laughs softly. “Don't use the fucking ship name in the video, you'll just encourage them.”

She lowers the camera and slides her free hand over his arm to link their fingers together. “But they're not wrong.”

“No,” she kisses his jaw softly, and he turns his head down, brushing their noses together as he leans in, “but they don't know that yet.”

His eyes have shut, but he feels her smile. “Yet,” she murmurs just before he kisses her.

They've only officially been an item for about six months, but they've come to find out what the internet's seemed to know for years: they've been in love and de facto dating more or less since they met.

He sets his camera on the floor and cups her jaw, tilting her head and deepening the kiss. She sighs, and he draws her closer with the arm around her waist. He could kiss her forever. He could get carried away and do things he really shouldn't do to her with two rolling cameras around, even if he's the one who edits the footage.

They're drawn from it when they hear Davenport's voice echoing faintly through the silent house, “ready or not, here I come!”

“Focus up, Bluejeans,” Lup whispers, “we've got a game to win.”

“You're right,” he says, picking up his camera, “I think it's too soon for a sex tape anyway.”

He has to clamp his hand over Lup's mouth so her laugh doesn't give them away.

#taz fic #blupjeans #blupjeans fic #barry bluejeans #lup #i said it in the notes on ao3 but ill say it here too #there's definitely a dirty version of this where they get handsy in the closet #but im not gonna be the one that writes it #or if i DO #it'll live in shame in my notes app or smth id be way too sheepish and embarrassed to actually post it

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gascansposts · 1 month

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Okay okay okay so new ocs / characters / whatever really

Puppeeteerie, fishkabob, then a butterfly character called “Marionette” who goes by Mary, and an insane cat called Krazy Kat who I think I want to be the villain of the story?? Or at least one of them because I think it would be funny haha. read more about Mary under the cut ;)

So I decided to make eerie a trap door spider! Or well a trap door spider person?? Anyways, they are only carnivorous so they drag or trap or literally anything to get anything with a good amount of meat on their bones in their trap! This is also includes “human” beings (hint hint wink wink) and how they do that is by trying to invite them into their little hidey hole! They happen upon Mary, the child of a rather influential man and try the same song and dance but Mary eventually leaves without going anywhere near the trap (bummer). Mary tells her father about this weird child and the guy is like “oh shit people eater who tried to eat my daughter” so he sends guards to go and burn down and destroy the hidey hole, trapping Eerie in their own trap and making them lose their arm in the fire (the arm that they eventually replace with Drake the Dragon!)

Mary turns out to not be entirely human (her father *got around* in his early 20s okay?) and she’s so,e sort of butterfly fae or whatever haven’t decided yet. She ends up blaming Eerie, who is completely unrelated to her “monster” awakening, and only to kill and dissolve her insides to eat. Perfectly normal behavior. Anyways Mary gets this whole “main character” phase where she goes out and kills all the “monsters” she can so no one else “has to go through what happened to her” until she happens upon Eerie and Fishkabob! Mary tries to kill Eerie without provocation, only focusing on Eerie and mostly ignoring Bob (or Fish if you’re Eerie.) eventually Eerie is on the ground and Mary has this whole hero speech planned out until Eerie literally just does not remember her. Mary is all like “I bet you didn’t think I’d come back! Isn’t that right Eerie?” And Eerie is all like “…who the fuck are you???” And Mary gets to be like. “I’m… Mary? Y’know the girl you turned into one of your kind?” And Eerie is like “hmm…. Marie? No…. Mari?? No no I just… no I don’t remember you I talked to a lot of people like you over the years”

And then Mary gets all huffy like “we were children? You were letting me talk about how annoying my dad was and then I left? And then that night I turned into this.. this monster” which makes eerie confused because Eerie’s bites don’t do that? They just melt your insides until the being is a glorified milkshake. And then they snap thier fingers or something and they’re like “OOOOOHHHHH you’re the girl that got away! Haha yeah I was trying to literally kill and eat you but then you somehow got out of my trap! I thought I set everything up just perfectly but then you fluttered away and then got my home burned down! I remember now! And I remember that I hate you! Isn’t that nice? I hate you too my beloathed :)” and Mary’s sitting there gobsmacked like. Shit. They’re horrible for an entirely different reason! I must now have a break down about my entire philosophy and shit so they do and Eerie and Fishkabob run! Eerie got almost marked so they’re on Fishkabob’s shoulders as they walk away and leave her to do. Whatever really and I’m just imagining this scene apologies for my horrid writing skills:

Eerie sit upon Fish’s mechanized shoulders, being lulled to sleep by the gentle swaying of the mech. Their none existent arm burns like the night hey lost as they think over the conversation between them and Marionette over and over. Eventually they break the silence that had fallen over the friends.

“Do you think I was too blunt?” Eerie asks the fish “man”. He is silent for a moment thinking of how to reply.

“Not at all friend. But I always did appreciate how blunt ya are friend. Makes it easier to talk to ya,” says Bob. Eerie just hums finally falling asleep to the sound of a ticking heart surrounding them.

Anyways I really can’t fucking think of how Mary should look like. At all. So time to look up cool butterflies maybe :)

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rjavenuru · 4 months

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„You wanted to know where I was from,“ Klere said with a voice so ice cold Sjogren whimpered. „I’ll tell you where I’m from. I come from the place where children go when their hearts are broken, in the dark where the shadows are your only friends. I come from the land of loneliness and hatred, and the spirits of everything that ever goes wrong. My home is a corner in the animal pen and my prayer is a curse. I wish for sleep and fear sleep, I hope for friendship and my heart is full of loathing for everything human.“ Klere rose from his seat. „And you know this place, warlock. You come from this same place and you know what it does to your mind. And you can’t kill me and I can’t kill you but I promise you, warlock, when I am done with you and your petty little hidey-hole that you call this forest you will beg to die and the whole world will twist with me to torture you! So stop trying to threaten the child to get out of this because you don’t know what to do. I’m not leaving without something and he’s not leaving without something. And after you can go back to wallowing in your righteousness, you despicable trickster!“

#The Sniffer #Heromin Klere #Louis Sjogren #righteous anger #the fury of loneliness

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ghooostbaby · 1 year

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i think hua cheng should call he xuan "little ghost". he started it when he first found he xuan as a junior ghost hunting malicious water ghouls on a river.

actually i have like a full fan fiction of a day dream of when youngish hua cheng has been establishing his ghost city/market, and has been building a reputation as one who protects defenseless ghosts, so a bunch of panicked ghosts come to him for help with an evil river ghost who is devouring other ghosts and ate a friend of theirs

so hua cheng goes to check things out and finds he xuan hazily floating belly-up in the river shallows (he ate too much) and the ghosts are all like that's the one! and hua cheng is like, hmm. this ghost doesn't look like much ... he pokes this ghost awake and inquires if he's been eating other ghosts. he xuan responds, yeah. a few terse and escalating back and forths he xuan adds, any ghost i see drowning mortals. so hua cheng calls back at the ghosts, hey, did your friend drown people? and they are all like, well, uh, yeah. so? and hua cheng gets very irritated and yells at them to scram.

hua cheng turns back to he xuan, rolling his eyes, as a kind of arrogant apology and saunters off. but hua cheng takes a liking to he xuan, and keeps showing up to his river hidey hole because he finally found someone decent to talk to. (someone who knows when to shut up.) (which is most of the time.) (so hua cheng can finally tell someone non stop about dianxia.) (he xuan hasn't consented to any of this.)

*this is just one of several young-huaxuan-meeting head canons i have sprouting in my mind like weeds

#huaxuan #he xuan #hua cheng #tgcf #ghost kings

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goineedsleep · 2 years

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Hey y’all

I thing a wrote

I’m sleep deprived for this soooooo you better be thankful lol jk

Anyhow: AU WHERE PEOPLE TURN INTO HUMANS AFTER FALLING IN LOVE

I’m sorry

- [ ] A young porcupine trots around the forest

- [ ] He glances around a small clearing, jade eyes filled with suspicion. He bolts at the sight of a gardener snake

- [ ] He gathers berries and nuts in a small satchel he stole from some pesky humans, then makes his way over to a small burrow in the woods

- [ ] Other small animals make way for him in the streets. They all hate him, he knows, though he doesn’t really care

- [ ] He’s damn near made it home when a dog enters the burrow!!!

- [ ] Our porcupine friend hides in an abandoned woodpecker’s den, watching the dog calmly trot around and give those near him doggy kisses

- [ ] His eyes narrow, and his quills twitch. Not some slobbery little brat off to ruin my lunch!!!

- [ ] The dog walks in with the porcupine, and takes a nap on top of the snack bag

- [ ] Porcupine makes a hissing noise. Dog wakes up, still wagging his tail, as Porcupine points his nose under him. Dog moves upward, and Porcupine retrieves his snack bag

- [ ] Dog points at another oddly shaped satchel, and gestured for Porcupine to give it to him. He rolls his eyes, agitated as ever, and brings it over to the creature. He licks a solid balm and then numerous nasty injuries

- [ ] They both sleep at opposite sides of the burrow. Problem is, Dog likes cuddles, so Porcupine has to play trapeze artist the whole evening

- [ ] It wasn’t fun

- [ ] When the sun rose, Dog still wouldn’t move, though his wounds showed significant improvement… Porcupine figured that if he found some meat for the small hound, he’d find a better spot to hang at, so he went on a hunt for two different kinds of food

- [ ] He went to the humans colony, taking a slab of steak there. The butcher looked at him weirdly but shrugged and moved on

- [ ] Dog shot up in excitement, bouncing all over the small cavern. He ate like a vacuum, while Porcupine looked at his protruding ribs in dismay

- [ ] He went back to the human colony and grabbed a couple more steaks for Dog, who inhaled both of them just as quickly

- [ ] His eyes lowered, and a loud snore came after. Porcupine slept on the opposite side of the cave

- [ ] The next morning, he woke up to a wet tongue on his bristles followed by a small whine

- [ ] Porcupine got the spine out of his tongue, which surprised even him. He doesn’t care about this disruption to nature!!! He just wants him to go away

- [ ] Dog trots out of the cave, and stares at him. He won’t stop staring, so Porcupine rolls his eyes and follows him. Maybe then he’ll get out of his sight!

- [ ] Among curvy branches and whistling trees, Dog leaps and bounds. Porcupine follows him, right behind his haunches, and carries his satchel on his back

- [ ] Dog leaps down the branches of an oak, and trots into a large grotto

- [ ] A large rocky cliff with small waterfalls cascades into a lazy river. Grass covers the area, trees running alongside the rivers edge. Flowers run through the cliffside, and Porcupine feels a desperate urge to not reveal any emotion

- [ ] A few birds roll their eyes and fly off. They tweet to Dog, who moves his head to the side before showing Porcupine an unused hidey hole

- [ ] It’s spacey and without decoration, though Porcupine doesn’t mind. Before he knows what he’s doing, he does the same motion Dog did to bring him here. Dog goes down on his haunches, tail wagging like a helicopter, and Porcupine scoffs while doing the motion again

- [ ] Dog trots in, stars in his eyes as he curls up into a ball. Porcupine does the same in the opposite direction.

- [ ] One evening, Porcupine shudders and squeaks. Dog wakes up to his unusual condition, and falls asleep next to him.

- [ ] The next, Dog attempts to fish for glowy thingies in the lake. He bites one, yet it stops glowing once it’s left the water. He huffs and trots off to pull whatever other shenanigans he’s thought of.

- [ ] Porcupine gathers nuts and seeds for hours. He trots home, and he drops his satchel in shock.

- [ ] Dog managed to grab two tufts of wool: one for each of them!!!

- [ ] The bigger one smelled of herbs and spices, though the smaller one smelled of flowers

- [ ] Porcupine chatters his teeth for a moment. He closes mouth upon the realization: he’s happy.

- [ ] He lunges for his little cotton bed. As he begins to drift off, he feels soft fur against his face.

- [ ] Every day, Dog brings him something. Whether it be an acorn, some flowers, or a claw-made sketch, Porcupine has received it all from his roommate. He’s dedicated himself to the health and safety of Dog, and it hasn’t been fruitless.

- [ ] Dog no longer has visible ribs. He’s strong: an incredible example of a recovery. Porcupine likes to nuzzle into him: he knows he isn’t nearly dead of starvation anymore.

- [ ] They go out together for food. Dog receives all the cuddles in the world while Porcupine snatches their snacks for the week.

- [ ] Dog insists on cleaning Porcupine wherever there isn’t a prickly spot. The first few moons he wouldn’t dare suggest it, yet when Porcupine began sleeping on top of him he knew he had to attempt asking.

- [ ] Once Dog grew larger than their nest, Porcupine knew it was time to say goodbye. He knew Dog would be happier out there, wandering the forests and examining every last piece of branch. And yet… he felt empty, thinking of having such a large space to live in and no Dog to share it with.

- [ ] With each passing day, Porcupine felt emptier and emptier. He dragged himself along his usual paths of travel. Every night, he’d dream of his fluffy Dog, and wake up cold and lonely.

- [ ] Porcupine stared at a large starfall one evening, thinking of Dog. They all fall tonight… Alfyn. Please come back: I need you.

- [ ] I need you to bother me with your presence. I need your cheeriness, your annoying fluff… I need my favorite piece of ground to lay on. Alfyn… please come back, my wayward Dog.

- [ ] Porcupine started holing up in the lair. It’s the only place that reminds him of Alfyn, and Alfyn is the only person he’s grown to tolerate. Without Alfyn, he can’t escape groups of gossipy birds unscathed!

- [ ] For a week, he saw an odd human in his dreams. He had long dirty blonde hair, hazel eyes, and an enigmatic smile. He begged him to meet with him in the middle of Iluvyuh Forest: there was something he needed to say, whether he could be understood or not.

- [ ] Porcupine was nearing the last of his food supplies: this was his last journey. Alfyn’s long gone now, so this is in his honor. …He loved the woods.

- [ ] Throughout winding pathways and plenty of leaves, Porcupine smelled hints of basil and cinnamon. Reminded of Alfyn, he dashed towards it

- [ ] He froze at the back of a tree, eye gaped wide in terror

- [ ] A red haired man chained Alfyn to a tree, and is barking orders at him!!!

- [ ] Porcupine damn near screamed in fury, though he held his tongue.

- [ ] He untied the chain, and watched as red-haired man tried to chase after a golden retriever at full speed

- [ ] A large shadow appeared behind him. He was scooped up by that same man.

“O course it’s you. …My dear childhood friend, betrayin’ me for some stupid mutt?”

Porcupine glared at him, biting his palm and snarling. Redhead cackles.

“Unlike most of ye goddamn fools, I was able to name myself. I don’t need to wait for some knight in shining armor to come and save me in my hour of need!”

Redhead-with-a-name got a murderous look in his eye. “…Unfortunately for you, little tea leave… there’s no way your knight can rescue you before you’re dead on this floor.”

A dagger with a blood ruby in the middle was aimed right at his throat. His wrist tightened… the weapon was pulled back.

Porcupine closed his eyes. At least Alfyn is safe. He’s running off with his friends, having a good time-

KACHING!!!

Porcupine entered a free fall. A blur of golden fur caught Named Redhead’s dagger, throwing it in the lake. He growled, teeth bared, and launched himself onto his leg. He yelped, blood rushing out of the tooth wound. Alfyn didn’t even give him anything to stop the bleeding! This is serious, for him.

While Alfyn fought Named Redhead, Porcupine thought of another with red quills. They were fast friends due to their unique colorings, and they stuck together for many moons. Porcupine thought himself so lucky to have a friend he cared for so deeply, yet when they walked together nearby a mountain, the first thing his friend did was gouge out his eye; the second, admire the blood on the eye like a mother would her young child; the last thing he did was throw him off a cliff. As Porcupine clinged desperately a couple feet under his friend’s view, he saw him grow to an astronomical size. …He’s human?!

He laughed. “I am Darius, blood’s mistress! I am the God of you pitiful little creatures.”

For a God, he sure didn’t have any commanding power at his disposal… Porcupine was dying either way! Porcupine held on as tight as possible, desperately clinging for survival. Darius stayed for half an hour. He admired the deep red fluid on the ground until Porcupine’s hands tremored.

Alfyn had the upper hand on Darius: when he deployed a bow and arrow, Porcupine snapped out of his thoughts. Alfyn moved in figure eights. Darius had trouble shooting Alfyn at first, though after figuring out the pattern, Porcupine gagged.

A thwack noise was followed by crunchy noises, blood and high-pitched screams.

“SQUEAKKKKKKK!!!” Porcupine yelled. Tears welled around his beady eyes… he dashed towards his favorite persons bleeding body.

Alfyn had a different look in his eyes. He touched his wet nose to Porcupine’s, and whined in a long high pitch. He licked Porcupine, whom embraced the action before retaliated with licks of his own.

Darius had an arrow drawn out between the two. Porcupine placed himself on top of Alfyn’s head, consequences be damned, and muttered three small, quiet squeaks he meant with all of his heart.

A flash of light broke Darius’s concentration, and porcupine turned to man. Long white hair covering his injured eye flowed around him, while his jade eye stared at him with sheer hatred and disgust. Tanned skin grasps the ground, straightening his posture.

Darius cackled. “Awww, look at the little baby man!!! You must’ve really liked having someone around to cry on.”

“Ah, shut up. Everyone needs to cry sometimes!!!” A pale man wearing an apothecaries jacket exclaimed. He did a little bit of stretching, a mischievous grin on his face. “Like you when we’re done with ya!!!!!!”

Darius froze. One acrobatic man with a sense of justice is bad, but that COMBINED with a man the size of a bear, also possessing a sense of justice???? Yeah, nah. He skidaddle skidoodled like his dick was now noodled.

Alfyn fell to the ground with a pained grunt, while his companion checked him for wounds. “Are you hurt?!”

“Naw, I’m fine.” Alfyn places a callloused hand on his cheek. “I can’t believe I got so lucky.”

He snorts. “What, with my stunning good looks? Thanks, comes from my family.”

“It’s so much more than that…”he held his hand. “You’ve always been.”

“Then why did it take you so long to visit?”

“..You don’t want to know how long I’ve been on this collar.”

Therion shook his fists. “I’m not gonna be satisfied until I see that man’s bleeding head rolling on his carpet.”

“Can I touch you? …like, to cuddle?”

He softened a bit. “Of course, Alfyn. I’d trust you with my corpse.”

“…”

“…Alfyn?”

“Uh, sorry! This is the first time someone’s given me a name like that, so I’ve gotta come up with a cool one.”

“Just shut up and take a nap with me.”

Alfyn’s nose touches his partner’s, before they slumbered off.

Alfyn wakes up to white hair up his nose. Arms squeeze tightly around his torso, and legs are curled around his waist. He smiles gently at the sight, and kisses the man’s forehead. He rubs his back, then Alfyn closes his eyes. He whispers gently. “…I love you. I’m so sorry I couldn’t be there for you sooner.”

Therion nuzzles closer into Alfyn’s chest.

He opens his green eye, warmth surrounding his skin. Alfyn’s pinned down by his odd sleeping position. He could feel his hair being combed through by warm, gentle fingers, while Alfyn whispers things only meant for him to hear. Therion smiles for the first time since losing an eye. “I wish we could’ve done stuff like this sooner.”

“I love you, Therion. You don’t have to respond if you don’t want to, I just… I needed to say that.” If his voice weren’t muffled by his hair, Therion would’ve kissed him on the spot.

“I love you too.”

Alfyn squeezed the scrawny man, and grinned from ear to ear. “…Ya really mean that?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

Therion moved his head upwards, his eyes meeting with compassionate hazel. He moves his head closer to his until their noses interlace. They make out until the sun shines brightly across the forest.

Therion sits up to catch his breath, hair frazzled and lips red. “We should eat.”

All Alfyn can do is nod, his heart flying out of his chest.

- [ ] They search for things to eat, though they’re all too small for them now! Therion tries nomming on raw meat like Alfyn does, before he hears footsteps behind him.

“I wouldn’t advise you do that any longer, dear friends.”

Therion turns around. He stands in front of Alfyn, crossing his arms as he leans into him. “And why should you tell us what to do?”

“Apologies for my interruption. I am Cyrus Eisenberg, and I have been in a similar predicament to your own. I simply do not wish you to learn not to the same way my husband and I did.”

“How do I know we can trust you?”

“There is no way I can 100% assure you that I am a reliable individual. I simply wish to warn you that you must cook raw meat before you ingest it, lest you become sick.”

Therion glares, before Alfyn puts his head in the crook of Therion’s shoulder. “How’d you find out about that?”

Cyrus giggles. “Oh, my husband and I were eating raw fish at the pier when I became ill!!! I could not eat nor sleep for plenty of time, before I burnt a fish in my sleep. I ate it, thinking it’s the normal stuff, and it cured my ailments immediately! We are no longer meant to be the same creatures we once were.

If you wish to accompany me to our small settlement, I can tell you everything you need to know on the way.”

Alfyn looked at Therion, a pleading look in his eyes. He groaned. “If he turns out to be dangerous, I’ll tell you I was right in the afterlife.”

They follow him. Alfyn raises an eyebrow in curiosity. “How did he and I end up like this?”

“Our lands were cursed by Draefendi, goddess of nature, aeons ago. Humans wreaked havoc upon the natural world, and nearly tore the planet to shreds. As punishment, the Goddess cursed humans to appear as animals do. They keep their intelligence, though they lost their ability to communicate with each other.

Sealticge, however, gave humans one way out: to find love with one another despite these setbacks. Once two humans have fallen in love, the curse is broken on those 2 creatures.

Some fall in love with human creations so madly that they can transform. Things like human blood, money and fame can deactivate the curse. I’ve always wondered how humans haven’t intermixed with animals at this point-“

“CYRUS!” A man dashed towards him. Large, muscular arms curled around his lanky frame. “Gods, I was so worried! Are you alright? Did you get hurt?!”

Cyrus chuckled. “That’s nonsense, my love! You know as well as I do that I can handle myself out there. I met a couple of newly transformed fools, and I do believe they need some dire assistance. The tall one seems like he gets enough to eat, though the smaller one is all skin and bones.”

“Then I suppose we have no choice but to lend a hand. You’re not off the hook for running off to look for more bird species ALONE again, though! At least bring me along.” He stares softly at his partner, smile on his face, before turning towards Alfyn and Therion. “I am Olberic Eisenberg. I’ve spent many moons in this body, and I am considered the master of humaning in the village. Allow me to show you how you may eat and drink water. Any other questions are OK, except one.

I am NOT showing you how to make love with your partner. That is something you should figure out on your own terms.”

- [ ] Alfyn and Therion figure out how eating works, and they receive a small clay abode.

- [ ] A striped rug lay underneath a large oak desk. Small couches surround the desk, and a fireplace lay in the corner. A bed was situated in a separate room, decorated with plain sheets and comfy knit pillows. Alfyn and Therion looked among one another, mischievous grins on their faces

- [ ] They dyed the sheets a tie-dye between green and purple. They made the pottery a deep blue color, and the lanterns are styled after the same one Alfyn tried to light as a dog.

- [ ] They are happy, though one day Therion started talking less. He started leaving the house more often, and there were reports of a man wearing a green cloak stabbing people and leaving them to die. There were plenty more of dead animals. Each of them bore a tree marking, and once Cyrus saw one of them, his eyes dulled in terror.

“That’s… a human.” He clenched his fists. “You can tell by Draefendi’s mark… who would do this?! What sick monster is praying on them like this???”

Cyrus sobbed in his husband’s arms for the rest of that night.

- [ ] The killer began sending out calling cards. If a card was in your doorframe, you’d pray it was a roommate rather than you.

“Dear?” Therion asked. He put his arms around his shoulders; Alfyn moved his head upwards, and Therion planted a kiss on his lips. “You mind if I show you something real quick? It’s been a long time since we were there last, though I can’t wait for you to see it.”

“I’d love to!!! I’ve missed you so much.”

They went through winding forestry and blowing leaves. Alfyn loves it when the leaves turn red and blow all around: it reminds him of when he first met his angry little porcupine.

They stop at a large rocky cliff with small waterfalls cascades into a lazy river. Grass covers the area, trees running alongside the rivers edge. Flowers run through the cliffside, and Alfyn is grinning ear to ear. “Aw, shucks, Therion… ya were looking for this?!”

Therion looks behind him, his glance changing from gentle and kind to terrified. “Not exactly, though I’m lucky to have found it in the process. Darius, if you’d be so kind as to step out of the bushes, I’d dearly appreciate it. That sword you’ve got at my boyfriend’s back gives ya away far too easy.”

Cackling came from just where Therion said it would. The figure stood up, and the man who tried killing Alfyn once before stood there. He wore a green cloak and numerous small claw markings etched into his skin. The most glaring difference: Darius’s left eye was replaced by the markings of alligator teeth. “Good to see ya, mate. I’ve been busy while you were gone.”

“I’ve heard all about it.” Therion whipped two twin daggers out of the lower parts of a shawl Cyrus gave him the other day. “Killing people who haven’t even experienced what you have? Only to keep your own visage up for longer?!

…You’re just as cruel as I remember.”

Darius giggles in glee. “That’s a little rude now, ain’t it? Why don’t I show you just how easy it is to get what you want?! The person I’m stealing from won’t even have to say ‘yes!’”

“To be fair, you don’t even give them the option.”

That insane glare once again bores itself into Alfyn’s skull. “Ain’t that the best part?!”

Darius begins preparing the same sword strikes he’d used once before, and Alfyn ain’t a dumbass. He steps away from Darius’s murder sticks. Alfyn feels nothing but a cold fury in the pit of his chest as he moves backwards. “Cool off!” He yells. “Can’t ya leave a guy be?!”

Darius howls in pain. Icicles prick his back, arms, and ankles. Therion’s mouth is left wide open. “Alfyn… I love you.”

Therion rushes over to deal the final blow, yet Darius breaks free of his icy prison. He stabs forward as Therion hops over to the other side and slashes at his thigh. He grits his teeth, slants towards Therion, and brings both of his swords towards the nape of his neck. Therion’s twin daggers hold him off long enough for him to backflip away.

Darius wears a leering glare. “Haven’t you had enough of this? You’re trying so hard… and for what? Some pretty friend?!”

“I’m not letting you kill anyone else for your amusement. I’m not gonna let you. You’re threatening humankind, not to mention my future with Alfyn. I’m done playing your twisted games.” A bird whistle appeared in Therion’s left hand. He looks at Alfyn desperately. He nods: the cool, calm fury from before returned in spades.

“Did you hear me the last time, ya peeper sweeper?! I said COOL… OFF!!!!!” Instead of the misorganized spikes from last time, one large one lifted Darius high off the ground. “Ya don’t hurt Therion and get away with it… not on my watch.”

Therion holds a knife up to Darius’s neck. “Seems your tricks are done and over with. Reinforcements are on their way, and they’re a lot more stab happy than I am. Every last one of those people you stabbed are gonna stab you back.”

He grunts. “Y’know what turned me into this? Blood. Feeling your blood on my hands made me the person I am now. Are you faultless for this?!

I can’t stay as a person unless I kill, Therion! I have no choice!!!”

Therion makes a small scrape against Darius’s throat. “Then you should’ve just stayed by yourself.”

Cyrus and Olberic rush over. Cyrus melts the ice holding Darius captive before Therion gags, blinds and cuffs him. Cyrus furrows his brows. “So this is what’s caused so much pain and suffering.”

Therion nods. “He took my eye, and damn near killed me in the process.”

“I must applaud your thinking, Therion. You assumed that the killer would assault the two of you based on a prior encounter, and went to me to organize a plan so you two could travel together. Why, I’ve ought to show you how I can fend for myself in the forest sometime! It’s not any kind of physical work, though it is intellectually stimulating.”

“I wouldn’t mind that. I’ve been itching for some way to get my hands busy, anyhow. Alfyn, you mind?”

Alfyn shakes his head. “I was gonna ask you if I could start learning how to be an apothecary! A position opened up with an elderly man whose son is still out in the woods all by himself.”

“Maybe it’s the little mouse with the tree on his butt you won’t stop talking to?”

“He is Alberto and I will DIE for him.”

Therion chuckles. “Of course you will. …You mind if I ask you something, once the Doofus Parade leaves?”

“Not at all, darlin.” What is he thinking, Alfyn wonders? Could they go out for lunch, have a beer at the tavern?! Gods be damned, he needs to know!

Therion looked around carefully, before fishing a maple box out of his shawl. He kneels down, and starts speaking. “Alfyn, you have changed my life. You’ve taught me to have faith in the people around me, stop being so scared… and most importantly, what is my biggest priority.” He props one knee up, and opens the box. “Alfyn… I want to spend the rest of my days at your side. Will you marry me?”

Alfyn beams from ear to ear. Tears flowed down his face, his voice cracking. “What makes you think I’d say no?”

#octopath traveler #alfion #alfyn greengrass #therion octopath #hints of silentmysteriousguy’s face ship #*fave ship #srry I thpoed real bad there #I CAN SLEEP NOW LMAOO

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mamashenanigans · 2 years

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Yog and Ember First Meet In a Nutshell-Original Work

Taking on a popular human form for the time, Yog appears to Ember, an Ancient he’s never seen before, on the streets of a city at dusk. His eyes glow red and his whole being reeks of power and hunger. She turns to him and notices the multiple humans walking around. Before he can react, she grabs him by the scruff of his black dress shirt and throws his massive body into the wall of a neighboring alley.

“WHAT are you thinking?! There are humans all around! You can’t just be out with your glowy little eyes and-“

She stops as she starts to sense his power and what that may mean while Yog stands there in complete bewilderment. This Ancient doesn’t know who he is?

“You’re an Ancient? Of, what, Shadow?”

Yog lies, “Yes? And you?”

“Duh! I’m the Ancient of The Blessed Realm,” she snaps and lets go of his shirt before twirling around and walking down the alley. “It makes sense you’d do something that stupid! The Ancients love to lock themselves away in their little hidey-hole pocket Realms and judge everyone else then when they DO come out, they have to be all flashy and ‘Behold my power’. That kind of bullshit.”

Yog slowly follows her, his interest sufficiently piqued. “The Blessed Realm?” Ember turns on her heel and stomps back up to him, throwing her finger in his face. “Don’t play dumb now! Ugh! I’ve only ever met a handful of the others and you are ALL alike!”

She throws her hands in the air and turns back around, a door shaped portal appearing ahead of her. “So how about you get your fat ass mobster looking Masked form out of this Realm and go back to the one you crawled out of!”

Before she reaches the portal, she hears, “I don’t know what most of those words mean.”

She stops on a dime and slowly turns her head around to peer at him. “You…don’t know what words?”

“Fat, ass, mobster…?” He answers while tilting his head, confusion written all over his face.

“Really?” A devilish smile takes up most of her face and she turns entirely to him while slowly walking backwards towards the portal. “Well, I guess, if we ever meet again, Mr. Ancient of Shadow, I’ll have to take the time to teach you what it means,” she slyly answers, “How else am I going to be able to insult you properly?”

Before he can ask her more, she disappears through the portal and the alleyway goes dark as it vanishes. He blinks and grins deeply, the corners of his mouth stretching and contorting strangely as his human form starts to disipate, his power to remain in this Realm running out for the time being.

“We will meet again, Ancient of The Blessed Realm.”

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Ah, yes. A romance that starts with one of the people desperately wanting to insult the other properly.

#Oc #original work #original character #yog #ember #Y&Y

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yuckydraws · 2 years

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Tummyhurty 😵‍💫

#I KEEP TELLING MYSELF ONLY BAD BITCHES HAVE TUMMY HURTY 💅 BUT THAT ONLY GOES SO FAR #anyways #🧍‍♀️#I’ll go back to my little hidey hole now 💀💀#yucky yaks #yucky being annoying

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random-fandoms-fanfics · 2 years

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Can you do a short story of young bruno (like in his twenties) meeting fem! Reader. They become friends and as the years goes on it becomes more. When he disappears she sad and cant come near casita. When he comes back, he goes and sees her and they have a happy ending. Please❤️

Hope you enjoy, even with how much there is.

You wondered around the village looking at the cracks and hidey holes hidden all over the village, all the while ignoring the yells of your father, making it to the town square you sat down on the fountain ledge, watching the people around you going along with their day, going from person to person your eyes landed on two green eyes, smiling you waved your fingers at him, him shyly waving back. A girl dressed in yellow walked up to the man, pushing him towards you and gesturing for him to keep going, the young man marched over to you with his hood over his head, he sat next to you, sitting their slightly until he turned to you, “hello I’m Hernan-Bruno, I’m Bruno,” you watched as he jerked his head back, tossing his hood off his head,

“My name’s is (Y/N), it’s a pleasure to meet you,” holding your hand out Bruno grabbed it, shaking it with vigour, “who was that girl, the one who pushed you?” looking back over to where the girl stood you saw her whispering to another girl who was handing out food to injured people, “my sister Pepa, she’s always trying to help me make friends,”

“So kind, I wish my sister was like that, she’s overly protective,”

“Why? did something happen?”

“Well I was born early and very weak, I’m still affected by it,”

“Well I could see if you last to old age,” looking up at him you cocked your eyebrow, you looked away from him for a second, seeing if someone heard him, “pardon?”

“Well I can use my gift to look into the future to see if your birth defect will majorly affect your life,” you only became more confused, scooting away from the man,

“are you saying you can predict the future?”

“Well yeah, do you not know who I am?”

“I know you’re Bruno but I just learned that, am I supposed to know more?”

“Well yeah I’m a Madrigal,”

“A what?” the two of you stared at each other, Bruno becoming confused before smiling, sitting up straighter and closer to you “oh, oh well then let’s not talk about my family and just talk about something else, do you like plays?”

Busy at your desk you heard a squeaking next to you, looking beside you, you saw a little brown rat sitting up on its hind legs, “hello sweetheart, what are you doing here?” scratching her chin the little rat enjoyed your touch before showing you the note attached to her back. Grabbed it you read the small note, ‘let’s meet up at the boulder stack this evening, I stole some treats from my sister and I got a bottle of my mother’s wine’ laughing at his note you grabbed a small piece of paper, answering him and attaching the note onto Cariño’s back, after handing her a corn kernel, “such a good girl, now run back to Bruno and don’t get lost,”

Jogging up the hill you made it to the stack of boulders, “Bruno, are you already up?” with a smile Bruno’s head popped over the side, waving to you before lowering his hand down to you, taking a few steps back you ran at the pile, grabbing Bruno’s hand as you ran up the side of the boulder with him pulling you up. Reaching the edge of the top boulder you were flung you up on top of Bruno, the two of you crashing against the rough surface, looking up you crossed your arms on his chest, resting your chin on your arms, “hey,”

“Hello,” laying in silence you smiled down at Bruno as he gazed back up at you, your moment interrupted by one of Bruno’s rats crawling out from his hair and ‘kissing’ your cheek, “oh hello baby, where were you hiding?” as you nuzzled the white rat Bruno gleamed up at you.

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With stained cheeks you sat on top of the boulder pile watching the sun set with a big fat black rat in your lap boggling as you pet his head, out of the corner of your eye you saw Bruno sit besides you, looking away from you and fiddling with a little gold chain necklace, “hey (Y/N),”

“Hi,” the two of you sat there in silence for what felt like hours, you refusing to look at him with Bruno unable to look at you, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to blow up,” humming in response he turned to you, “I don’t even know why I said it, I was just,” Bruno slammed his hands down against the large rock, trying to dig his fingers into the solid surface, “I’m sorry,” as you leaned your head against Bruno’s his shaking breath got sucked into his throat, hesitantly leaning back against you and grabbing your hand, “did you mean what you said?” he emitted a negative noise with his head slightly shaking, “then why did you say,”

“....cause how could someone like you love me back,”

“Because you’re funny, incredibly sweet, I just love being around you, I also love your creativity like how you do those little things with your rats, how could I not love you,” turning to Bruno you smiled down at him, seeing that he had turned to you, peering up at you with big teary eyes, “you love me?”

“Of course,”

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Pulling your eyes open you looked around the room you were in, you could barely make out the brick walls and the furniture strewn about, yawning you pushed yourself up onto your elbows getting ready to leave but you were stopped as you felt the bed move, looking down you saw a man beneath you, his curly black hair strung against the red pillow and his stubble moving with the man’s gentle breathing, cupping his face you gently caressed his cheek and watched as he subconsciously nuzzled into your hand, “oh gatita,” Bruno’s eyes slowly opened with his brows furrowed, his face relaxing when his eyes landed on you, “morning,”

“Good morning dear, was your sleep ok?” Bruno shrugged and rolled onto his side, burying his face into his pillow, laying back down you spooned him from behind, your head buried into his neck, “just for a few more minutes ok, we can’t stay here forever,”

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Waking up hot and sweaty you looked around your room, seeing Bruno resting his chin on a crib with a massive smile on his face, “gatito,” his head snapped over to you, quickly jumping over and engulfing you in a hug, “mi amor my sweet angel, you did incredible, mi cariño,”

Humming Bruno looked down in the crib, his fingers wiggling before reaching down into the crib, pulling out a small bundle wrapped in a lime green cloth, reaching for it Bruno placed the bundle into your arms, watching you mutter sweet nothings to the babe, you were expecting Bruno to come over and enjoy the moment but he went back over to the crib, pulling out another bundle wrapped in green, but it was much darker, “Bruno?” He placed the second babe into your arms, looking down you saw a copy of your first baby there, but unlike your first it was staring up at you with brilliantly green yet unfocused eyes, “Honey did the baby get their gift early, there’s tw- oh there’s three,” Bruno had another baby in his arms, this one wrapped in a maroon cloth and one of their arms free, waving all over the place, their tiny fist almost hitting Bruno, “no? you birthed all three of them remember,”

“All I remember is a lot of continuous pain,”

“Well they were really close and you did pass out right after, um surprise we have three baby boys,”

“Boys, three boys, we have three boys to raise at once,” sinking into the two boys in your arms you heavily sighed, “fuck,”

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You sat on Bruno’s bed, fiddling with one of his spear ruanas and staring at the small family photo that sat across from you, “Mama,” looking down you saw your oldest, Desmond, dressed in maroon he smiled up at you, your face didn’t change and you simply turned back to the picture, he grabbed onto your sleeve, pulling himself up besides you and hugging your side, wrapping your arm around the small boy you held him close to you as you focused on the picture of the smiling man who once held you.

“There is no reason to leave, what if the boys’ gifts are effect,”

“I don’t care, I can’t stand being in this house and neither can the boys, we’re leaving,” standing above the old woman she shrunk away from you, “please,”

“I can’t, it feels wrong being here, I wake up sick, I live parinoided, I can’t sleep, I just can’t,” the old woman grabbed your hand, pulling you closer to her and rubbing your back, “I just don’t want the family to split,”

“The boys will still come over, I can’t stop them but I, I just can’t be here anymore,” looking up at her you kissed her cheek, pulling away from her and leaving Casita with bags in hand, standing just outside the front doors you watched your boys, them hugging their cousins, tias, tios and their Abuela goodbye before following after you with their own bags, them waving to the family as the four of you left Casita, the house shaking with each step you took away from the house.

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“Mama!” groaning you turned away from the cupboard, looking down at your youngest boy he fiddled with his shirt, “I can’t find Mrs Revuelve,”

“Where did you lose her?”

“I don’t know, I can’t find her,” Chico began tearing up, his voice cracking, hushing you brought him into your arms, “it’s ok, can you please think about where you left her,”

“I don’t, maybe in the nursery,”

“Are you sure you didn’t leave her somewhere else, did you take her on a hike,” he shook his head, wiping the tears in his eyes, “do you really need her tonight?” he nodded, grabbing onto your shirt and yanking it, “ok, mama will be back, just stay with your brothers,” removing his hands from your shirt you pushed him towards his room and left the house, your legs immediately going weak as you stood outside your door, taking a deep breath you forced yourself forwards, stumbling towards the magical house on the hill.

Pressing your hand against the door you steadied your breath, “hola Castia, um, can search for my boy’s toy, he thinks it might be in the nursery,” you waited there, watching the unmoving house before it cracked one of the doors open, “thank you,” sliding through you crept through the house, your breath went back to an uneven mess as your eyes darted around the house. Making your way up the stairs you walked towards the nursery door, stopping and jolting as a loud creaking came from behind you, staring at where the noise came from you stood there few a good minute or two, looking to your sides you rushed over to the door knocking on it, jittering as you waited for a response but when you got nothing you entered the room, finding it incredibly messy with toys and clothes strewn about, craft items like paint, brushes, paper and glitter where in the centre of the room like Camilo and Mirable had to leave it in a rush.

Scrambling around the room you searched through the toys and under the clothing that littered the room, peering under Mirable’s bed you saw a familiar lumpy shape under it, reaching for it you grabbed it’s soft body and pulled it into your chest, there was the capybara toy, her makeshift face smiling up at you, “come on ms, let’s get home,” cracking the door open you peered out, waiting for a few seconds before crawling through the gap, sighing you turned around and saw Pepa standing there, confused, “(Y/N)?”

“Hey Pepa, Chico left Mrs Revuelve here and he really wanted her back,” Pepa walked up to you, wrapping her arm over your shoulders, “you know you don’t have to explain yourself, you know you can come over whenever,” she held up close to her as she led you down the stairs, about to drag you over to the dining room but stopped herself looking to you, “do you want to grab some dessert or go right home?”

“Home please,” leading you to the doors Pepa began gossiping to you, whispering you all of the things you knew Dolores told her over the week, you became engrossed in Pepa, telling her your own gossip and random stories about your boys.

Before you knew it you were in your house, drinking tea and eating biscuits with Pepa as you continued your conversation, “Mama?” turning you saw Pedro standing at the bottom of the stairs with a blankly, “oh sweetheart you scared me, you ok?”

“You woke me up,”

“I’m sorry, let’s get you back to bed,” grabbing the boy’s hand you led him back to his shared room and helping him back into his bed, “Ma did you get Mrs Revuelve?” looking to Chico you nodded and pulled the stuffed animal out of your bag, “please make sure you always have him if you take him somewhere,” he snatched the toy from you and held it to his chest, rapidly nodding, “that’s my good boy,” you gave each boy a kiss on the head you before you rejoined Pepa with a hushed voice.

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Rubbing Julieta’s arm you sat her down, holding her against you as she lightly shook, “they’re going to find her, Mirable couldn’t have gotten that far,” Julieta looked up at you, going to say something but was cut off by the neighing of a horse, Julieta ran out of your lap calling out for Mirable, you ran right after her, watching as the two embraced in front of the destroyed house.

You held onto Pepa she led all of you inside the rubble as she followed Mirable, you were calmed by by her singing, turning to the old woman you watched as Alam came through the door, singing her part of the song and gesturing behind her, looking over to where she was pointed all of the air exited your lungs, the scrawny man dressed in green walking closer to the family and waving to his sisters who ran at him with two of your boys, them lifting Bruno up into the hug. As you struggled to keep your breath calm Desmond came up next to you, holding you against his chest, “mama?”

“I’m going home,” yanking yourself out of his grip you left the crumbled house, Bruno watching you as you walked away, growling at his father Desmond marched right after you.

Bruno excused himself from the family song, running after you with Chico and Pedro behind him, “(Y/N)!” looking behind you, you saw Bruno running towards you with a smile on his face, frowning at him you quickened your pace, as you sped walked away Desmond turned around, going for Bruno but was stopped by his brothers restraining him, running past the three Bruno was catching up to you, “(Y/N)!” you kept trying to run away from him, ignoring him until he grabbed ahold of your forearm, stopping you from moving, “(Y/N), mi… amor,” you turned to him, frowning down at his crumbled form, “Bruno, you’re looking terrible,” he shyly smiled up at you, his shoulders still hunched together, “well yeah, what you get after living in the walls for ten years,”

“You what?”

“Lived in Casita’s walls for ten years,”

“You disappeared for ten years, making me think you were dead and all this time you were hiding in Caista,”

“Yes?”

“You bastard, you left me and you were right there in that house and you didn’t tell me,”

“Yeah! I know you, you would’ve wanted to come along and you didn’t deserve a day in those walls plus you shouldn’t have to deal with my problems,”

“You didn’t deserve to live in there either gatito, and don’t think I wouldn’t have helped you with anything,” grabbing his face you pulled him closer to you, your forehead resting against his, “my dear Bruno, a man as sweet as you only deserves love,” he wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his face into your shoulder, “please forgive me,”

“As long as you don’t leave me again, do it and you’re dead,” pulling back from Bruno you caressed his cheeks, “understandable,” smiling at him your eyes drifted over Bruno’s shoulder, seeing your boys awkwardly standing a few feet away, reaching for them, they ran over to you, almost sending the two of you to the ground as they wrapped you and Bruno in a hug.

#encanto x reader #encanto bruno #encanto #bruno x reader #bruno madrigal

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divine-mistake · 3 years

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“I Knew I Loved You”

"I Knew I Loved You” by Savage Garden for @misssugarlips

Characters: Bucky/Reader

Warnings: 18+ (no smut), language, female reader, nightmares, fluff

Wordcount: 820

A/N: Thanks for 250 followers!!! Drabble requests are closed!

Bucky lost his chance at a soulmate a long time ago. The whole soulmate thing, it’s just a rumor really, but if there was any depth to a fairytale like that then Bucky surely can’t count on a miracle to happen to him.

Some people say that if you have a soulmate, they come to you in your dreams, burned into the backs of your eyes, seared into your mind, hardwired into your brain.

Bucky knows his brain is no better than a bowl of jell-o. He wishes the sentiment would make him laugh, but it doesn’t. Bucky doesn’t want a brain that’s been stabbed and beaten and blended and hardwired again—and again—and again—and fucking again—until sometimes he wakes up and he doesn’t even know his name anymore.

Bucky wants to dream of something good, anything good, for once.

At some point, through all of this (after he’s supposed to be “fixed”) he starts to wonder if his soulmate lives in nightmares. Or maybe his soulmate is his nightmares. What irony, if he was meant to relive the hellish scenes of his Winter Soldier days for the rest of his life.

And then Bucky meets you, and he thinks he’s in a dream.

He doesn’t listen when Tony introduces you—doesn’t even hear your name. He’s too busy taking in the curve of your smile, cupid’s bow like a sinking ship he wants to go down on. How your eyes literally sparkle, like glass and crystals and beautiful things and he wants to see if he could read his fortune if he stares long enough. He breathes in the scent of your perfume, light and a little spicy, and wonders how you make a plain black pantsuit look so damn good.

It’s embarrassing, really. He reaches out and touches you because he doesn’t think you’re real and a spark comes off your skin like a bolt of lightning looking for its home and Bucky thinks maybe he can be your home. He wants to be your home. He wants to come home to you.

“Okay Elsa,” Tony grabs him, waking Bucky from his stupor. “Why don’t you stop assaulting my new assistant and go crawl back in your hidey-hole.”

“Wait—” He panics as Tony starts to push him away because he swears he’s dreaming and you’re it. You’re the dream. You’re his dream.

“It’s okay, Mr. Stark,” you chirp, walking toward him now, and Bucky swallows hard. “Hello, it’s good to meet you, Sergeant Barnes.”

Bucky takes your hand, so small and delicate, in his own. And for whatever fucking reason, whatever animalistic instinct inside of him, he pulls it to his lips and kisses the soft skin of your knuckles.

“It’s nice to meet you too, doll.” He grins at you.

Tony groans. You giggle and he feels drunk on the sound. Maybe that’s what empowers him to press forward, to keep going into uncharted territory, to make moves he hasn’t even thought about making in seventy-something years because his brain is basically baby food and what kind of woman wants a one-hundred-four-year-old grandpa whose past employment record is all assassinations?

“Can I take you out some time?” he asks, and your pretty lips part in surprise.

Immediately, your eyes dart back and forth between Bucky and Stark, because why wouldn’t they, shit, he just asked out a new employee for god’s sake, Stark’s new assistant. He’s fucked it up now, he knows. He’s lost his chance.

Bucky knew—he knew—he didn’t have a soulmate, no matter if they’re real or fake or just stories to tell in the dark when your heart is broken. And right now, he feels kind of shattered. Bucky’s never been in love before, but damn if he isn’t head over heels for you at first sight.

Tony waves a hand, walking away. “I’m gonna just pretend I didn’t hear that and leave you two kids to it. No pressure, newbie, but if you say yes I’ll give you a raise. Elsa hasn’t seen sunlight in a century.”

Bucky glares at Stark’s back as he swaggers away but you giggle into your hand, your eyes bright when you look at him. His heart stops, he thinks, finally. The neverending noise in his brain finally goes silent and Bucky wonders still if he’s asleep and this is all just a dream.

“Yes,” you say, a coy smile on your lips. “I’d love for you to take me out, Sergeant.”

“Bucky,” he says, voice a little shaky. “It’s just Bucky.”

“Bucky,” you repeat and it sounds like heaven on your lips. “I’m free on Thursday night.”

Dreams, nightmares, soulmates, miracles—they’re all the same. Not real, anyway. Just fragments of truths. But you, in the here and now, where he struggles to breathe because his heart is pounding so hard he’s afraid you might hear it, that’s real. You’re real.

Bucky doesn’t need to dream when he’s got you.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #drabble #thank you for 250 followers!

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lillian-nator · 3 years

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please do more backyard au hcs this sounds lovely

PEOPLE AND AGES - Tommy (5) Kindergarten - Techno (11) 6th grade - wilbur (18) Senior - Tubbo (4) Kindergarten - Schlatt (19) Just Graduated, goes to Community college - SapNap (7) First grade - Punz (13) 7th grade - Dream (12) 8th grade - Gogy (15) Sophomore - Ranboo (6) Kindergarten - Fundy (15) Freshman - Niki (16) junior - Puffy (17) Senior - Purpled (5) Kindergarten - Big Q (14) 8th grade - Karl (13) 7th grade ----------------------- SPECIES AND RELATIONSHIPS (put into friend groups) - Tubbo (Ram, Schlatt's son) - Tommy (Racoon) - Ranboo (enderman, kind of a street kid) - Purpled (Purple Sheep, Dream and Puffy's younger brother) - SapNap (Demon, Bad's son, Punz's baby brother)

- Techno (Piglin) - Dream (Ram, Puffy's younger brother) - Punz (demon) - Gogy (Mooshroom) - Big Q (Duck) - Karl (Parrot hybrid)

- Wilbur (Blue Jay) - Schlatt (Ram) - Puffy (sheep - Schlatt's cousin) - Niki (fish? mermaid?) - Fundy (Fox) ----------------------- I think that Philza minecraft just slowly keeps finding kids in his backyard, and he slowly grows very attached to all of them Just like every afternoon his backyard is FLOODED with kids And he doesn’t understand why he’s the house everyone goes to, but he’ll feed them He just slowly finds himself being really endeared by each of them ------------------- And before he knows it, Phil’s warning SapNap and Ranboo away from the water, and balancing Purpled and Tommy on his hips And he knows all their allergies And all their favorite foods And he’s keeping track of the high schoolers grades, bringing Dream, punz, and techno to their games ----------------- CARPOOL SOCCER MOM Mr. Philza Minecraft --------------------- Dream: Basketball Punz: Football Techno: Baseball Puffy: Softball Small children: Baby Soccer -------------------------- - Phil keeps track of all of boys' games and practices. Because goddamn it, these kids deserve some sort of parental guidance - Dream, purpled, and Puffy don’t have present parents - Puffy had to step up to the plate - Ranboo’s a street kid - No one really knows if he has anyone - Bad just chilling in hell ---------------------------- Schlatt is really working himself thin, but he tries hard, he really does And everyone can see how much he loves Tubbo Sometimes Phil will wake up and see schlatt passed out on their couch. He got off at midnight But as soon as he gets home from work, Tubbo is immediately in his Dad’s arms Schlatt animatedly talking to the boy But you can just see how much love he has for his boy He’s just a bit too young to bare the burden alone ------------------------------ And the thing is, is that all of these kids are so like, independent Like Phil just needs to feed them And tend to the youngest ones every so often ------------------------------- I think it’s like musical chairs To see who’s sleeping at Phil’s house in the morning Like - who’s on the couch? An air mattress? Guest bed? Sharing a room with one of his kids? All of the small children like to pile around SapNap, who is also a small child, cause he’s warm Punz also always has children flocking him ------------------------------- Punz is also that teen who throws the kids in the pool he cant go into the water himself, prefering to lay on the grass and in the sun, but he does love just chucking kids in ------------------------------- Phil drives a beat up mini van. It’s baby blue It's always filled to the brim with passengers very dirty many crumbs has balls just thrown in it all the time Footballs, basketballs, baseballs, soccer balls it fucking smells, we all know it does Phil owns like 4 of those kid car seats despite only having one kid in that age group ---------------------------- Also if you couldn't tell Niki basically lives in the pool she's a fish hybrid so its a salt water pool instead of chlorine because its better for Niki --------------------------- Tommy, Tubbo, purpled, Ranboo, and SapNap play baby soccer its the best part of this au It’s so adorable, and Tommy picks at flowers the entire time Sometimes. Ranboo will come and entertain him for a little. Try and get him back in the game. He gives up when Tommy sits down tho Ranboo will more often then not join Tommy cause mmmm grass Tubbo is insanely competitive as a little kid we been knew though When he gets older Tommy gets really into it But as a baby He just chases bugs Plus he’s a raccoon hybrid, so shiny ------------------------ HE HOARDS SHIT UNDER HIS BED IS A MESS he as in fucking baby racoon Tommy whats the word for baby racoon small baby kit Phil 1000% calls him kit BABY RAMS ARE CALLED BUCKS FUCKING EVERYONE CALLS TUBBO "BUCK" THATS SO CUTE IM LOSING MY SHIT Things go lost? Go check tommys room Bermuda Triangle of a bedroom Very much like - Phil has to have a talk with him about it And he’s like “ I know you feel like you have to take them Kit, but they’re not yours” “If you want it, just ask me and I’m

sure we can figure something out.” Tommy also loses interest as soon as he gains it tho Tommy chitters at them They nod liek they understand and go “Uh huh, sounds mighty interesting Kit,” And then they pick him and let him climb around them -------------------------------- So much rough housing like SO much they're hybrids man Tommy also teethes ok. Chews on shit when his canines grow in so does Techno, and SapNap, and Punz (Punz and Techno's canines already grew in though, but they still chew on shit) The rams Rub their heads against stuff Head Itchy ------------------------------- A lot of Phil’s days off are just spent by the babies, just who are growing in hybrid traits He scratches Tubbo, sapnaps, and Puroled heads They’re all growing in horns Gives Tommy things to chew on Purpled. Never gets full horns. They are always little stubs just barely sticking out of his hair. His ears looks more human than ram too. Just for some reason never really grew into his hybrid traits And purple eyes He gets so upset about it too, when Tubbos horns outgrow his, because he’s older He’s a bit different. But it’s like being brunette in a family of blondes. It’s not unheard of He just is tearing up and Phil is just like “oh Bud, come ‘ere” They're like 8 And Tommy just gives Purpled the biggest hug, because Tommy is a sweetheart as a kid ------------------- I think that even the older kids wrestle Like obviously Dream, Techno and the rest of the middle school gang do Because they’re so fucking competitive Dream is so quick to just. Grab someone and wrestle them to the floor No warning But like, you’ll catch Wilbur and Schlatt jumping at each other Or Wilbur throwing Fundy over his shoulder Or anyone just man handling gogy ------------------- Phil gets to a point where he calls them all his kids And asks where they are when they aren’t At his house ------------------------ Puffy bringing them (Dream and Purpled) over after school. They go outside and play. Puffy sighs and collapses at the dining table. Phil silently hands her a coffee. “I’ll keep em busy” he says “you get some homework done” She looks up, and puts her head in her hand, “Dream has basketball practice in an hour” Phil just pats her on the back. “I got it.” ----------------- Also let’s talk about how much food Phil needs to buy Like even if it’s just lunch That’s like 15 growing boys He can afford it, He just has to watch out for allergies He buys so many fucking snacks man Whole damn store He goes through like crates of those little chip variety packs Tubbo only likes the crunchy Cheetos Tommy likes barbecue Niki likes salt and vinegar Punz likes Doritos He knows which ones they all like I’m just imagining Phil calling out for the kids And they’re like lining out of the kitchen Oldest to youngest so that Phil can help the little ones They can eat anywhere in the yard, but Ohil has the little ones eat at the picnic table They’re all dripping wet from coming out of the pool, and he needs to make sure they eat their fruit and popsicles, they have tons of popsicles. ------------------ Phil totally takes Dad tax Like a chip from every plate And a tatertot from each breakfast very dad of him to do ------------------- Not not Phil kissing each of their foreheads goodbye And “drive safe” And “have a good day" ------------------ He’ll still pick up Texhno And Dream and Punz, right by the armpits And tucks them into bed ----------------- Tommy when he gets wet He loves swimming but the poor baby: his fur It’s hard to get him in the water but once he’s in it’s hard to get him out Because he feels all heavy and sticky afterwards ------------------ Adventures in the woods TOMMY IN HID NATURAL HABITAT Small boy makes hidey hole You may be asking Does. Does Tommy crunch on the leaves He does Like on ever y single one Carefully -------------------- All of the little kids And even technos group Just bonk heads Because of the goats They all just do it Sometimes softly Sometimes roughly Techno always does it roughly tho Rough houser Dream doesn’t mind Makes it feel like he has a

herd Feeds a primal instinct for ram playmates Feeds a primal instinct for ram playmates - Small boy And puffy has outgrown it But a young piglin brute? Perfect playmate. ------------------------- AND THATS THE AU YOU'RE WELCOME

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