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starglitterz · 9 months

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♡ NIGHT DANCER.

❝ nothing changed, please don't change… let's blend together, one more time. ❞ / after spending the night with you, how do the genshin men treat you in the morning after?

✧ feat ; albedo, cyno, kaedehara kazuha, scaramouche, shikanoin heizou, xiao x gn!reader ✧ warning(s) ; suggestive (esp scara and heizou) ✧ a/n ; HIII everybody make some noise for quill’s shocking once a year post!!! hope you guys like this and if it doesn’t show up in tags i will delete my account (/nsrs) anyways idk why i’ve been so obsessed w the idea of waking up next to someone (can you tell i’m critically lonely? 💀) and so this piece was born. pretend u don't notice how scara & xiao’s might seem kinda similar it’s bc i view them thru the same lens LOL ok hope you enjoy! (also ignore the scara favouritism im kinda obsessed w this idea for him KJASKJD)

please reblog + leave comments ! it helps a lot w motivation <3

✦ ALBEDO. [ kreideprinz ]

you’re awoken by the feeling of a cold breeze caressing your skin, and as you grasp for his familiar figure, you realise albedo’s not beside you anymore. but before you can freak out, his soft voice calls to you from behind you, “good morning, dove. don’t move, i’m almost finished.” “finished with what?” you query, deciding to obey him and stay still. he doesn’t answer at first, but you can hear a faint scratching sound which almost sounds like charcoal against parchment. “and… done.” you shift in the bed, turning around to face him. albedo looks almost ethereal in the early morning light, especially when he smiles at you like you hung the stars in the sky. “i do hope you don’t find this peculiar, but i wanted to draw you while you were asleep. you looked so peaceful, and i wanted to immortalise this moment.” he hands you the paper, strands of wheat-coloured hair spilling over his shoulders, let loose from his usual half ponytail. you’re the only one who gets to see him like this, messy and imperfect instead of the flawless scientist he portrays to the rest of mondstadt. you gaze at the drawing, absorbing every detail as you try not to faint from what a sweet gesture this is, “albedo, this is amazing! you made me look so pretty.” he tilts his head quizzically, raising an eyebrow, “what do you mean? i just drew you exactly how i see you – you’re always beautiful to me.”

✦ CYNO. [ judicator of secrets ]

cyno's skin looks almost golden in the sunlight filtering through the translucent curtains. you're lying on your side, gazing at him and just admiring his features when his red eyes flutter open and he murmurs, “i might have to charge you for looking so much.” his voice is rougher than normal, deepened by sleep and it makes heat rush to your cheeks. “morning, babe-ah!” you can barely get out your greeting before he's pulling you back into his embrace, strong arms wrapping around you as he nuzzles into your neck. “cyno!” you laugh, turning around to face him, “stop it, i'm hungry! i wanna go get breakfast-” “hi hungry, i'm cyno,” your boyfriend looks at you with the most deadpan expression, and you're momentarily stunned. then you groan and throw a pillow at his head, “you're so lame!�� “i'm not so lame, i just told you i'm cyno- okay, okay, i'll stop!” you collapse into a fit of giggles right as you're about to pummel his chest, “lamest ever.” “mmm,” cyno mumbles, eyes already fluttering shut again as he feels your plush warmth against him, “i'll make you breakfast, i swear, but can we just stay like this for a little longer?”

✦ KAEDEHARA KAZUHA. [ scarlet leaves pursue wild waves ]

the first thing you see when you wake up are kazuha's crimson irises laser-focused on you. the way his eyes scan your features, it’s almost like he’s tracing every detail to commit to memory, as if every morning that he wakes up next to you could be his last. “kazu? what's-” you're interrupted by a yawn, and your boyfriend's gaze softens as he looks at you. as you brush his red-streaked hair out of his face, he leans into your touch, almost cat-like in the motion, “what is it, 'zuha?” “i was just thinking... you make me glad to be a poet,” a gentle smile graces his features. “what? why?” despite the fact that kazuha is always letting praise fall from his lips like jewels, you didn't even remotely expect his answer. “because it means i'm lucky enough to be able to properly convey how you make me feel, and how gorgeous you are,” kazuha presses a sweet kiss on your forehead, then his brow furrows slightly, “but i don't think there's enough words in the world for me to speak about what you mean to me.”

✦ SCARAMOUCHE. [ kunikuzushi ]

when scaramouche wakes up, his first thought is; why does my entire body hurt? eyes still half-lidded and drowsy, he looks down and he's met with the sight of your back pressed against his torso, his arm thrown carelessly over your waist. he scrambles backwards, eyes widening with shock, and his sudden frantic movement wakes you up too. “what are you doing in my bed?!” “what the hell, scara?” you mumble, rubbing away the sleep from your eyes, “it’s too early for you to be this loud.” scaramouche’s heart is beating a million times a minute, and it’s only exacerbated by how cute you look when you’re this sleepy, not that he’d admit it to you for the world. but as you yawn and sit up, he thinks that he’s going to go into cardiac arrest. “you didn’t answer my question!” you give him a weird look, “we slept together. again. duh.” the blanket wrapped around your figure slides off a little as you reply, revealing your bare shoulder and giving him the faintest glimpse of your chest, and scaramouche’s face turns so red you genuinely think he might explode. “c-cover yourself up!” he scolds, clambering closer to drape the fabric over you again as his mind works through the haze of sleep, letting the memories of last night flood back.

realising how flustered he is, you take this as the perfect opportunity to tease him, “it’s nothing you haven’t seen before.” “shut up.” he replies curtly, but he hesitates as his fingers skim over the bite mark on your collarbone. his eyes darken slightly as he recalls last night, the messy kisses that were more tongue than anything else, his teeth nipping at your neck and finally sinking into your skin, all to mark you as his. you’ve both never officially decided what the two of you are, but you both know that he’s yours and you’re his, and scaramouche doesn’t like sharing. a playful smirk curves your lips, “remember giving this to me?” “don’t test me,” he mumbles, eyes roving over your exposed skin. his gaze dips to the still slipping blanket, hands ceasing their rapid motion to try and rescue your modesty, “i might give you more.” your arms loop around his neck, pulling him back down to the bed as you smile teasingly, “so do it.” “you’re a bad influence,” scaramouche groans, hands already moving to grip your hips, and you laugh, “that’s why you love me~”

✦ SHIKANOIN HEIZOU. [ analytical harmony ]

“good morning~” heizou's lilting voice is the first thing you hear when you wake up, and his trademark smile is already on his idiotically kissable lips as the two of you lie next to each other in his bed. “you do this with all the criminals you catch?” you drawl, trying to ignore how your heart skips a beat as you see the way his green eyes twinkle in the light. “just the ones i think look best in a different type of handcuffs,” he replies smoothly without missing a beat, smirk deepening as he notices he's left you speechless. “plus,” his hand trails across your cheek, thumb stroking your skin for a split second before his smile turns devilish, “it'd be pretty hard for me to get them to the police station if i left them all unable to walk.” “ugh, heizou!” you swat his shoulder, and bury your face in the pillow as he bursts into laughter. “but seriously,” heizou taps your shoulder gently, almost hesitantly, and you peek up from the pillow to look at him. a soft pink blush dusts his cheeks, and his eyes flicker away from yours in a manner that seems almost shy, “you're the only person i'd do this with, criminal or not.”

✦ XIAO. [ vigilant yaksha ]

waking up next to you is like a little slice of heaven for xiao. he can barely believe that he, the corrupted conqueror of demons, is able to share a bed with a mortal who borders on angelic. you shift in xiao's embrace, tucking your head under his chin almost instinctively as your eyes open slowly, “good morning, xiao. did you sleep well?” he still gets embarrassed by your proximity, so his voice is a little curt as he responds with a pink blush darkening his cheeks, “adepti do not require sleep.” “ah…” you roll your eyes, but pounce on the opportunity to fluster him, “guess that's why you always want to go all night, hm?” “i-!” xiao's face turns an almost delightful shade of crimson and he looks away, “no respect for the adepti.” “not true!” you gasp with mock offense. cuddling up against him, you stick your tongue out, “i respect alllll the adepti. but my boyfriend? maybe not so much.” “you'll be the death of me,” xiao sighs, pulling you impossibly closer. “then i hope you'll die a happy man,” you giggle, threading your fingers through his jade hair. xiao's eyes slide shut from the feeling of you playing with his hair, and he murmurs a response that leaves you speechless, “after a life with you? certainly.”

i love them this is so soft when is it my turn // general masterlist

#albedo x reader #cyno x reader #kazuha x reader #kaedehara kazuha x reader #scaramouche x reader #wanderer x reader #kunikuzushi x reader #heizou x reader #shikanoin heizou x reader #xiao x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #✏️ — quill writes !

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brittle-doughie · 2 months

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I’ve noticed that there’s a severe lack of Wind Archer Cookie content on this blog, so here’s my pitch.

Y/N Cookie in the ‘Hidden Truth of the City’ story, trying to deal with Night Raven trying to kill Churro and The Cookiemals and trying to take them to Sugar Swan knows where-

“Y/N Cookie blocked the arrow!”

That was TOO close of a call. You had drew your blade at the nick of time to deflect a shadowed arrow aimed the Cookiemals, looking over at the culprit…

Wind Archer Cookie, or what you had now decidedly to call him in your head, the Night Raven..

“Darkness shall rule all…even to the most pure…”

Was it…so your suspicions were true then. You told the Cookiemals and Churro Cookie to go, you’ll hold off Wind Archer Cookie.

“No! Y/N Cookie, get behind me. My gauntlet will ward off all evil!”

“We’re not going leave you, Y/N Cookie!”

You had to tell them that you weren’t in any immediate danger, Wind Archer Cookie was here to bring darkness to this place, but he was also here for you.

“Join the Darkness, pure one…please do not deny the Darkness…”

“They will not go to you!”

The Night Raven shot many arrows, you and Churro doing your best to avoid or deflect them all.

It was getting too dangerous for you to handle when an arrow managed to hit the weapon out of your hand, winding you a bit.

“Embrace the Darkness with me…”

You yelled out for him to let you go when he suddenly flew right at you, hugging you tight and trying to fly off with you!

He retreated back when both the Cookiemals and Churro Cookie came to your rescue! You gave them your thanks…

“Right?! We’re awesome!”

Hehe, yeah. They were pretty awesome.

“Give me strength, Great Tree…”

“The scarlet poison gives me strength!”

Churro Cookie brought you right back to the direness of the situation, you tried looking around to give you an idea. Something!

He said scarlet poison…wait a minute, the throne! The pomegranate seeds! You called out the seeds on the throne to Churro Cookie! Wind Archer and those seeds might be connected!

“Come to me, pure one…”

“Great Wind…what has transpired with you? If the Sacred One is not responsible for spreading the pomegranate, that means you too are innocent…”

“I will cleanse the Darkness from within you!”

“The throne! Darkness must be purged from these grounds!”

Churro Cookie and his gauntlets started to glow once more, Wind Archer drew his bow and got to close range with Churro. You rushed in to help after getting your weapon, and the Cookiemals seemed to have had the same idea!

“Great Tree, hear my prayer…May your Millennial light shine within me!”

“The pomegranate seeds are melting away!”

Buttershell Fox was right, and the shadows were even going away from Wind Archer too!

Wind Archer got on his hands and knees, the darkness leaving him as he returned to normal…

“Wind Archer Cookie! Are you okay?”

“You…? The Cookiemals?”

“Your memory is back! We missed you!”

Wind Archer Cookie…

Wind Archer tensed up at hearing you calling his name, an expression of shock when he spots you there with the Cookiemals.

“Y-Y/N Cookie! I…ugh!”

You hurried to Wind Archer as he tried to go to you, but winced in pain at making a sudden move! You told him to take it easy!

“Y/N Cookie…please forgive me. The influence of the Darkness, it was too strong…”

Wind Archer Cookie…

He faced you as you say his name again, before you gave him a playful look.

He was such a silly cookie, hehe!

He was completely taken aback by your lighthearted answer, but..he couldn’t help but softly laugh himself. Then the Cookiemals joined in on the laughing.

Churro Cookie looked on at the display, unable to stop the slight smile on his face. You still carried your chipper attitude even after having to fight the Great Wind just a minute ago…

He’s starting to see what the Great Wind and the Great Tree were talking about you…

Your soul…may very well be the brightest he’s ever seen…

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“Pffft! Ha! I told you so. I’d knew you’d fail!”

“Fail? My plan to lure and corrupt Wind Archer Cookie succeeded”

“But wasn’t there another plan you had? Hm?”

“Those meddling Cookiemals and Churro Cookie, were it not for them…”

“Face it! I’m going to be the one to get Y/N Cookie first! I have my Licorice Servants to help me carry out MY plan!”

“I will not allow those foolish ragdolls anywhere near them..”

“H-Hey! They’re not rag toys?! I’m just waiting for the perfect moment to make Y/N Cookie mine! Dark Enchantress Cookie will be over the moon and I’ll get first dibs!”

“Hmph! Matters with Y/N Cookie are assigned to me anyway. You’re welcome to try. The next phase of the plan is imminen, we must inform the Master at once!”

“Not if I inform her first!”

Pomegranate Cookie only looked on in annoyance as Licorice Cookie hurried away.

She looked behind her through the trees, seeing you laughing, enjoying yourself as you hung out with the cookies in the village.

She sighed…longingly as she pulled out her mirror and reflected it towards you, a faint glow emanating all around you.

“One day…you will join the Darkness, Y/N Cookie. When you do, I will be the first to welcome you with my embrace…”

#brittle answers #cookie run x you #cookie run x reader #cr x reader #cookie run #cookie run ovenbreak #crob x you #crob x reader #wind archer cookie x reader #churro cookie x reader #cookiemals #pomegranate cookie x reader #licorice cookie x reader

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crystal-moon-101 · 1 month

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A while ago I had made up a Zak for each day of the week to match Zak Saturday and Monday for fun, and because I wanted to give Zak some more AU similar to how Ben gets a lot of them. So not only do they all have different last names, but each have their own backstories and colour theming! So I hope you enjoy my little AU concepts.

-Zak Saturday-

Classic original Zak. I decided to draw them all when they're 11, start of the series vibes. So that's why he doesn't look like the ways I normally draw him currently, since those are when he's 14. Nothing different with his design here, beyond still giving him those vivid orange eyes.

-Zak Sunday-

Also known as Zak Argost, having been taken in by the man after he had a certain encounter with Zak's parents, resulting in their deaths. When Argost found the young toddler, seeing the start of Zak's power, he was happy enough to take the child with him and use his powers to his benefit. Due to being taken when he was very young, Zak doesn't remember his parents at all, fully believing in anything Argost tells him, the only family he has. So he happily helps his guardian in keeping cryptids tamed during Weird World shows, or during trips to learn about them, even if Argost puts Zak in more danger than he should. Due to his appearances on Weird World, Zak is a celebrity of sorts, even if he doesn't get to go out often. Argost also gives him a lot of gifts, keeping the child in a positive mood to keep him under his thumb. So Zak truly believes that Argost cares about him.

Though things start to turn when Argost finally decides it's time to hunt down Kur and take his powers, hiring Van Rook and Doyle on the mission. This leads to Zak and Doyle getting to know each other, with Doyle feeling protective over this random kid for some reason. Eventually this leads to him taking Zak away when this whole Kur business gets out of hand. While Doyle can't seem to convince Zak that Argost doesn't care about him, the pair do at least agree to try and find Kur first, Zak worried that even Argost shouldn't handle such powers. However, only time will tell if the pair discover the truth behind their unknown family history.

-Zak Monday-

The good old twisted gremlin of a child, Zak Monday and his family were a result of the smoke mirror. They come from a world that twists the very nature of people, a poor reflection of their negative aspects. If you're naive, then your mirror self is incredible dumb. If you're a bit of a perfectionist, then your mirror self is a control freak. And Zak Monday represents the twisted doubts of Zak feeling like a monster, so why have any doubts when you can be the monster?

I decided to change Zak Monday a bit to have the green eyes and green shirt with his own logo, cause I liked the idea that after his first appearance, they switch back to what they're suppose to look like. But other than that I kept the concept of him looking just like Zak, minus the inverted hair colour.

-Zak Tuesday-

The young naga is the son of Rani Nagi. Born solely to have Kur's soul enter and be a host, but whoops! Looks like Kur's memories aren't there, but that wasn't going to stop Rani Nagi, who thinks if she keeps at her plans, eventually her son will become the old cryptid king she once knew. Even going as far as to solely call her child Kur, who secretly calls himself Zak due to him often watching humans in the shadow, curious about them and wanting a name for himself. Zak Tuesday has a lot of identity issues, not helped by his mother's teachings towards him, ignoring all his dreams and personal thoughts. Eventually he just got really good at lying rather than convincing Rani Nagi.

However, the young cryptid prince is suddenly kidnapped by Argost one day, as he figured out where Kur's soul was currently living. Zak knew he would have died that day if not for Drew and Doc recusing him, having been chasing Argost over this Kur situation. Though they're a little surprise that upon meeting the new Kur, they find it's just a young naga who really doesn't know who he is. At first Doc and Drew didn't know what to do with him, but Zak begged them to not send him back home, and let him stay at their place until he could figure things out. He wasn't foolish, he knew the nagas were planning a war, and he wasn't keen on being the face of it all. So now the Tuesdays just have a snake living around the house, but they can't exactly complain as he is a well mannered guest at least. And perhaps the house doesn't feel so lonely with him around either.

-Zak Wednesday-

Some of you might recognize this one, but this Zak is from my old Zur AU, where Kur was reborn via the Kur Stone due to it being an egg, and Zak is a dragon that shapes between human form and dragon form. I decided to update him, making him Zak Wednesday now, with a pink theme! I also decided that instead of Kur being reborn, I wanted to shake things up a bit and have it that Zak was directly Kur's son. His mother is unknown, and as Kur saw how the world was at the time, he put Zak's egg into a stasis situation until it was discovered again. After saving it from Argost, the egg hatched among the secret scientist, leading to them chasing the child of Kur. But upon using his shapeshifting abilities to look like a child of Drew and Doc, they just couldn't help but adopt him on the spot, siting there was no sense in blaming Kur's son over what happened years ago.

The growing dragon is very playful with a cheeky personality. He exhibits a lot of draconic behaviors, with a wild and free spirit. He is aware of his family history, but he doesn't like to think about it, unsure in how to view his father based on the stories he's heard. Besides, Doc and Drew are his parents, and that's all that matter to him. Though perhaps this sudden appearance by Argost, claiming he was going to far Zak's father, has been a bit rattling to deal with.

-Zak Thursday-

When Kur knew he was going to die, and also knew his soul wasn't able to live the mortal realm, he made plans to make it so his reborn self would both be born in hopefully a better time, and be without his memories. It was better that way, so that his new self could live a lovely life without the sins from his past. But that didn't exactly pan out properly, as Kur was reborn and sadly remembers everything. It took him a while to understand this growing up, his young human mind not processing it until he was roughly 7-8, and even then he needed time to think about it. And now he's a depressed 11 year old who now has to be stuck with the fact his plan didn't work, unable to run away from the person he once was. Doc and Drew found out the truth when Zak tried running away one day, their son sitting them down and telling them the truth in hopes they'd just leave him, it would be better that way. But to his surprise they disagreed, as he was still their son, Kur or Zak, and it would be too dangerous to leave him alone.

So now Zak lives with his parents? Are they really his parents? The family keeping this dark secret to themself, even from the other scientists. Doc and Drew still reach out to their son, doing their best to connect with him, but he can't help but push them away. He doesn't deserve this, and they deserve better. However, their secret might come out after Argost stole the Kur Stone and now hunts for Kur, not realizing the truth right in front of him. So now the family tries to get the stones back, wanting to protecting Zak/Kur from others finding out. Doesn't help that he has to go through being a child again with such dark memories lingering in his head, feeling tired and overwhelmed with the world. Hasn't he suffered enough?

-Zak Friday -

In a world where Kur and cryptids successfully wiped out humans, the king ruled the lands for a while after, before one day he mysteriously vanished. Many concluded that he had died somehow, the details unknown, but this lead to a prophecy that one day their king would return, leading to many claiming to be him, or praying that they will be him for the power and wealth. In this universe, Zak and his family are all cryptids, with Zak being a a Chuvash Dragon, Drew and Doyle are Epimeliads, and Doc is a Gargoyle (Other characters are also cryptids in this timeline). Zak is a serpent like dragon that breathes fire, as a very twistable body, and can freely shapeshift. He's heard about the legend of Kur returning, but frankly he thinks they don't need him, even if the cryptid world has been shattered without a king for years now.

But when a yeti named Argost claims that Kur is back, being backed up by the Nagas, everyone starts to gossip and run around trying to figure out who the new Kur is. So maybe it's best that Zak doesn't tell the whole world about his sudden new powers to control and communicate any fellow cryptid is walks by.

#The Secret Saturdays #TSS #Secret Saturdays #The Secret Saturdays AU #AU #Zak Saturday #Character Design #Creature Design #My Art

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creedslove · 10 months

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HEARTLESS 💔 - PART FIVE

Agent Whiskey (Jack Daniels) x f!reader

Summary: Jack regrets treating you so bad lately after he learned you cried because of him, but he doesn't know how to handle the situation at all

(This is the fifth part of the HEARTLESS 💔 series)

• PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE |

PART FOUR

Warnings: angst, hurt, fluff (because Wyatt is the cutest child in the whole world), asshole! jack, mom!reader

A/N: I don't know what to think... Jack is overall a dick, but he wasn't that bad in this one, i really don't know what you will all think of this chapter besties ❤️

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Friday night came without warning and with that, it just dragged your heart around. You still hadn't wrapped your head around the fact Jack had managed to blackmail you into going to the ranch after pulling the extremely cowardly card of bringing lawyers into the games.

You knew the court wouldn't side with Jack, not in a normal situation at least, but the expenses of having to hire a lawyer to defend your cause, plus the drama Wyatt would be brought into would be too traumatic for him. He was so little and so innocent, he didn't deserve to find out his dad had left him, and then suddenly decided to come back and now he was going to try to take him away from his mommy.

And because he wasn't just a regular man with a regular job, he was an agent. He worked for one of the biggest agencies in the world, and you didn't know until what extent that went, but you figured it would be very easy for him to influence a judge for instance. There were too many possibilities and you were not willing to risk your son in a situation like that. He was your everything, the little one you loved the most in your life, you felt a kind of love you thought wasn't even possible to feel. Before your son was born, you thought the love you felt for Jack was the most intense feeling you'd ever experienced, which was, it was a romantic feeling, it swept you off your feet and you knew that even if you found love again, it wouldn't compare to what you felt for that asshole of a cowboy. But the love you felt for your son was almost blinding, you couldn't even imagine yourself losing the right to see him every day, it hurt you to even consider such a possibility, and that was why you would have to submit to Jack's will at least for the moment.

You finished packing your bag for the weekend and placed it right next to your son's, which had been done with his help, two days earlier, because your boy couldn't control his excitement. As much as you were tense and scared of what would happen on the ranch, you were also glad to see your son's happiness. You were both incredibly happy and also broken to see he was indeed a little cowboy at heart, just like his dad.

You sighed and began putting the things you didn't pack away, stopping as you found your memory box inside of your wardrobe, knowing exactly what it was inside of it. Your heart raced and it wasn't a good idea to take a look at it, but you couldn't fight your feelings any longer, so you dragged it over your bed and opened it.

There were so many pictures in it, pictures of you as a kid, your family, your life and pictures of the ranch and the cowboy you loved once so much. Technically Jack should avoid being caught on cameras, as this could be harmful to his job as a secret agent, not that it mattered, you never really understood how he could work as an agent, there was nothing discreet about him, he was a cowboy for god's sake, he drew everyone's attention in the room, but still, rules were meant to be obeyed. However, Jack never said no to you, and that included pictures. He never resisted your cute polaroids, you just loved clinging to him and snapping your pics together.

You had pictures of the ranch, the little animals and of course pictures of you Jack. You had a sad smile as you watched them, one by one, being taken by so many memories, so much happiness you had felt at those moments.

You only realized you were crying when your sight got blurry and one tear fell onto the picture, you quickly wiped it, not wanting it to be ruined and when Wyatt walked into your bedroom for the third time that night. He just couldn't help himself and he was so excited he had to snuggle you. He quietly walked to your bed, his curious eyes scanning you, tilting his head "why awe you cwying, mommy?" He asked innocently and you sniffed, drying your tears and shaking your head. You lifted your son up, helping him in bed, next to you, and showed him the picture. He smiled sweetly as he saw you, his tiny finger stroking your image in the picture with affection. Wyatt loved his mommy with all his heart.

But then something caught his attention, the man that stood next to you in the frame, even if he had the stetson and the sunglasses on, the little boy was able to recognize him anywhere

"Cowboy, mama!!!" He said with a giggled and then frowned "whewe's Wyatt?" He pouted and you bit your lips "you were just a tiny little bean in mama's womb when I was friends with the cowboy" you said and saw as your son nodded. You didn't know if he was able to put the information together, but he didn't say anything at all, he just smiled "cowboy my fwiend too!" He giggled and you snuggled him closer.

You felt you couldn't hold back the emotion in you and let out your tears, just as Wyatt got distracted with the other pictures of the ranch. He loved seeing the animals, and the flowers and it just made him happier and happier to know he was going to visit his cowboy friend.

When he looked up at you, he saw your tears and widened his big brown eyes "don't cwy mommy, pwease" he said sweetly and snuggled into you.

You held him closer and you didn't even notice when he fell asleep, you were too far deep in your memories, knowing you would never be as happy as you were one day, because you would never have Jack with you. Not the Jack you loved at least, because the one you were going to meet in a few hours could never be the same man that stole your heart.

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Jack paced his kitchen nervously, he was anxious and eager to see his son. A part of him still doubted you would show up with Wyatt, as much as he persuaded you to come by not playing fair, he still worried in his heart that he wouldn't see his son. And he'd been looking forward to it the whole week, it was just so hard not to stop by your apartment every single day to see him, be welcomed by his sweet face, his adorable voice and giggles and his expressive eyes that would never deceive Jack's paternity.

Helen sighed "Jack, I'm trying to finish these cupcakes for your boy and you are getting in the way, soon enough Y/N will be here and I can't wait to see my little boy" she said excitedly and earned herself a frown

"Your boy?"

"Yeah, you know damn well he is like a grandson to me, just as you are like a son to me, when you aren't being unbearable" the older woman said. She'd been working for Jack as his housekeeper on the ranch ever since he bought it, being at least a good twenty years older than him, she immediately took a liking to him in a maternal way. After she learned about his loss, she made sure to dedicate him her time just as she would to her own kids, as if his own kids had done something horrible, she felt so disappointed when he kicked you out while pregnant and never went after his son. Helen didn't know what had changed, and if she had to guess, she thought Jack himself probably didn't know what had changed, but she was happy, because she was going to see you again and meet your little boy.

He checked the table Helen had set for you and Wyatt and bit his lip, she could see he was tense and walked to him, placing her hand on his shoulder "they're gonna be here soon, don't worry about it" Helen reassured him and smiled as the two of them could hear the sound of a car approaching.

"Told you" she said excitedly and went outside.

Wyatt was too excited and couldn't even control how his little heart raced as he was still trapped by the safety belt.

"Huwy mommy!!! I wanna pway!" He whined and as soon as you helped him off, he ran to Jack, squealing excitedly and opening his arms to him. Jack's excitement was also visible, he lowered himself to welcome his boy, but Helen was faster, being so eager to meet him. She wrapped her arms around him and lifted him up, making your own heart flutter to see how much she cared about your son.

Wyatt was a little confused at first, but he giggled and looked at the woman

"Hi, I Wyatt!" He said sweetly and looked at her, but Jack was faster and picked him up

"Let me talk to my beautiful boy!" He tickled his tummy as his son wrapped his arm around his neck

"Hi cowboy!" He giggled adorably and stared at him with the same eyes Jack saw every day in the mirror.

Helen immediately wrapped her arms around you, excited to see you after the years and showering in compliments, you felt your heart warming, seeing her made you feel so glad, but then Jack walked to the two of you, only nodding his head at you.

When everyone was back in the kitchen, Jack placed Wyatt comfortably on his lap, as he showed him all the food they could have for breakfast. The man cleared his throat and looked at you

"Join us Y/N, you must be hungry too" he said coldly and you nodded, Helen could see the tension between the two of you was thick enough she could cut with it a knife, but Wyatt was innocent, he smiled big at you and pointed at the beautiful cake "chocolate cake, mommy! Can I have it pwease?" He gave you the puppy eyes and you nodded at him, Jack looked at the little boy and smiled "do you like this one, little man? It's my favorite too!" He tickled his tummy once more, loving his beautiful sweet little laugh.

You only sipped your orange juice but didn't feel like eating anything at all, as being back at that house was causing you a big wave of emotion; it'd been your home once, you'd wake up everyday and have breakfast there with your boyfriend, or late at nights when you would have a quickie with him, pressing against the kitchen counter.

You blushed softly as you thought of that and saw Jack was staring at you, he had asked you a question but you hadn't heard it as you were too deep in thought

"I told you you can take the guest room down the hallway upstairs, you know where it is" he instructed and you nodded, excusing yourself as you didn't feel hungry at all, and thankfully, Jack gave you the perfect excuse to stay away from him. How convenient, you thought to yourself.

You thanked Helen for the amazing breakfast though you hadn't eaten anything, but you could tell by the way your son chewed his food enthusiastically he was enjoying it for the both of you.

You quickly observed Jack handling Wyatt's food and thought it was quite interesting he wasn't so clueless about taking care of a child, maybe he was making an effort after all.

You told your son you would organize the bedroom and he nodded, turning his attention back at the man.

Jack made sure to pay attention to him, answer his silly questions and show Wyatt he was having a great time with him, until his son sipped his juice so he would wash down the food and place his small hand on his big one.

"Mommy was cwying last night" he said innocently, not understanding that maybe he shouldn't talk about personal things like those. Jack raised his eyebrow curiously at Wyatt and wanting to know more about it.

"Was she? And why was that?"

"Because of cowboy" he shrugged simply "cowboy and mommy wewe fwiends" he added and in his childish way told Jack about the pictures his mommy kept, about the animals he'd seen in them and how mommy had told him she used to be friends with the cowboy but they weren't anymore.

Jack took a deep breath, he tried to seem unbothered by it, but he felt a pit of guilt in his stomach, he had no idea you'd keep your pictures together, he'd figure you would've erased every single trace of him from your life, but apparently you hadn't. Jack sighed as he thought that maybe he shouldn't have been so harsh on you, maybe he should have been loving, sweeter, he should have fallen to your feet and begged you for forgiveness, that would've been better than calling you a bitch.

"Helen, can you stay with Wyatt and make sure he gets another slice of cake? I gotta check on Y/N really quick.." he asked the woman, who was more than happy to spend time with the adorable little boy.

Jack assured him he'd be back soon and ran upstairs as fast as he could, walking through the hallway and finding you inside of the guest room.

You were unpacking Wyatt's bag and placing his clothes inside the drawers, Jack wanted to tell you to stop, as he had prepared a surprise for you and Wyatt, Jack had turned one of the empty rooms into a beautiful bedroom for his son. He'd picked the decoration himself, everything full of farm animals and other things he thought his son might like it and he would keep it a surprise until it was bedtime, so he'd let his son decide if he wanted to sleep with his mom or by himself in his bedroom, like a baby boy, even if he wasn't sure Wyatt would sleep alone in a different house.

But he stopped himself and only watched you.

You looked so beautiful while doing something so simple such as folding some clothes, Jack felt his cold stone heart yearning for something he forced himself to pretend he didn't want anymore.

He took off his hat and held it in his hand and walked inside

"Y/N?" He asked in a low voice, even if it wasn't his intention, he startled you and you jumped a little, turning to him and feeling anxious. You were mentally preparing yourself to spend the whole weekend next to the man that broke your heart, you knew eventually you'd have problems, you just didn't want it to be less than an hour after you arrived.

"What do you need, Jack?" You asked him, as you saw him approaching you. His eyes scanned you shamelessly, he looked at your face, down your body and saw you hadn't aged a day, though you still managed to look more beautiful than before. Your body was looking gorgeous as ever and at that moment no matter how much he'd lied to himself over the years, he would give up everything to run his hands down your curves. He was at a loss of words at that moment, placing his hat on the bed and taking a step closer

"I'm sorry… about how I treated you, sugar, I really regret it" he said and looked into your eyes, but it wasn't enough, you needed to know what he meant and how much he meant it, so Jack's hand got on hips quickly, pulling you to him and before you could react to anything, his lips met yours in a needy kiss.

He was finally kissing those beautiful lips years later after making you go away, it felt to him he had returned home, at the same time it also felt not a day had passed after your last kiss. He was so glad in to be kissing you he barely noticed your hands pushing him away at the same time you managed to break the kiss.

You wiped your mouth as he took a step back and the next thing he felt was your hand on his cheek, a slap strong enough its sound echoed through the room.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing, Jack?" You raised your voice, furious to have been kissed by him, as he held the part of his face you'd slapped him as hard as you could, finally placing his hand down, you could see the redness and your handprint on his skin.

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A/N: idk besties, he deserved the slap, but the kiss 💋🔥🔥🔥🔥

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raainberry · 9 months

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Record and Rewind

« Photographic film is a chemically reactive material that records a fixed or still image when the film is exposed to light. »

fem!idol x gn!reader

Fluff

synopsis - while on one of your many solo adventures, your signature scent unexpectedly draws in the love of your life to you

word count - 1.5K words

A/N - I got inspired after seeing a picture of Sana and her friends in the snow on Pinterest so I wrote this with her in mind. I don’t use her name though, so feel free to imagine whoever you want. Also if anyone’s actually reading this, this is only part 1 of 2, I’m new here and I thought I would test the waters with it. All feedbacks are welcome, if you’d like the second part, let me know!

“Could you take a few pictures of me and my friends?”

The voice brought your attention from the cloudy sky down to the face it belonged to. Or at least half of it, seeing as they were wearing a mask like everyone else.

It was a woman about as tall as your shoulders, handing you what looked like a film camera. The device hung there for a few seconds as you processed the request. She had pulled you out of a pretty deep trance, but you grabbed it nonetheless, nodding.

Not a sound came out from behind your own mask, not finding any reason for it. You only focused on fulfilling the duty you suddenly got entrusted with.

The woman excitedly ran up to three other women, who you only assumed were her friends, and as she did so, you looked down at the camera in your hand.

You were surprised to see your own reflection in the objective pointing directly to your face. A small chuckle escaped your lips at the sight, and an idea was quick to appear in that creative brain of yours, as it was always the case when confronted to such opportunities.

While a lot of those have lead you to what could be considered as odd situations, this one was part of the softer, more normal and innocent ones.

So you quickly executed it.

“Is everything okay?”

A different voice startled you, catching your attention. Surely one of the woman’s friends, you just couldn’t tell which one though, as you tore your eyes away from the lense and found all of them looking at you with the same questioning look.

“Yes, sorry.” You spoke up, voice cracking softly enough for it to go unnoticed. A product of this solo trip on which you obviously rarely spoke.

You lifted the camera up to your eye, perfectly framing the group of girls who offered a collection of poses, all concording with one another. Some chemistry they had, one that could only be birthed through a long time friendship.

It was somewhat nice to witness such complicity. It reminded you of your own friends, and you suddenly felt a bit sentimental as a memory flashed in the back of your mind. It felt like a lifetime ago you had gotten all together and captured moments like you were doing for those girls.

Hopefully you would get to meet again soon.

“Okay, I think that’s enough.” The black haired one of them laughed.

You nodded in agreement, although the words weren’t directed at you, and met them all halfway to give them back the camera.

The group of friends thoroughly thanked you and released you from duty soon after, to your delight.

Not that it was the worst time of your life—far from that, you loved to help. You simply happened to want to tend to other activities on this short break from this snowmobile trip.

So, glad you could help, you parted ways in good fashion, bowing respectfully before grabbing the notebook from your back pocket.

You found a seat on a bed of snow, undoubtedly covering a small patch of dirt in the middle of these woods, and looked up to find the clouds again.

Your gaze traveled back and forth from the sky to the paper in your lap, hand gliding across it as you drew the sights that caught your attention.

The photographer duty was long gone from your mind in just a few strokes of your pencil, just as was the world around you.

Completely immersed in this hobby of yours, you became oblivious to the most obvious happenings around you.

The small family having a snowball fight not too far away from you, that group of friends joking around a little farther, the guide restarting his snowmobile…

None of those so much as ticked off your mind.

Not even her.

The one your heart would be longing for to the point you’d feel your mind drifting.

The woman you’d just taken a picture of.

Granted, it was a group setting, but it was only a matter of time until you asked yourself how you couldn’t have noticed her.

But boy had she noticed you.

She couldn’t help but feel her eyes drawn to you ever since you parted from her small group.

Your scent had her hypnotized as soon as it had reached her brain.

That sweet, sweet perfume. It hung in the air, surrounding her when you stood near them earlier.

Saying she loved it would be coming short of whatever it was she felt. It had quite the effect on her, so much so it took a beat to realise where it emaned from.

When she did though, it was only natural for her to want to comment on it. To point out how she loved the sweetness of it. That the vanilla her nose picked up on was heavenly.

That one was undoubtedly a strong ingredient in the confection, yet it was so soft in the air. Surely tamed by the blurry floral notes she could make out.

It all blended and landed so well, it felt as though everything was so perfectly dosed and thought out.

She had never smelled anything like it.

There was so much she had to say, but there’s only so much you could tell a stranger. Even though she usually experienced no difficulty in engaging with those, this time was different.

Time was limited on this break, and truth be told… You did not seem open to such a conversation.

So she decided she’d simply let you know she liked it.

However you were gone before her brain even settled, unknowingly leaving her with questions on the tip of her tongue.

So now there she was, stealing glances at you as if it would bring her the answers that had been ripped away from her.

Irrational thinking, sure, but it was the least of her worries. Especially when her friends noticed her behavior and decided not to let this pass under any circumstance.

The afternoon dragged out, the sun only setting after the woman had experienced an unseen before number of playful elbows to the back and teasing jokes.

That trip had turned into quite the teasing fest. It would have been fun if she weren’t the sole target.

Yet as much as she despised it at the time, she could never be more thankful for her friends and what they pushed her to do that night.

While everyone enjoyed the barbecue provided by the trip, all engrossed in conversations neatly guarded by the thick structure of none other than igloos, you made your way out of the one you’d been assigned to.

You’d shared the meal with three other people, a small group of friends who’d come all the way from Canada. They were nice, you had spent a good time, but you weren’t there to make friends.

So when you finished your meal, you excused yourself before stepping out to do what you were there for : appreciate the weather.

Winter, the cold air and winds, the snow… It was a tough season to love, but growing up in a region like Hokkaido sure made it easy for you. Having spent the better half of your childhood in a place like the south of Spain only sealed the deal.

One thing you were never going to get used to though, was stepping out in that weather.

Might as well step into a freezer, it would be the exact same, you thought, the temperature difference between the hot barbecue smoke and cold breeze hitting the sensitive skin of your cheeks.

But boy did it feel good.

You took a deep breath in, feeling the cold air slowly relieve your stuffed lungs before letting out a sigh. The steam spread in the air near your lips before vanishing, and you pulled a piece of paper out from the warmth of your pocket.

You resumed the origami you’d started a few minutes ago, another hobby of yours that made the sound of utensils clacking inside the few igloos around you fade out after a while, only to be replaced by the sound of… steps?

Your eyes shifted up towards the familiar sound of powdery snow being crushed beneath the feet.

The decorative string lights surrounding the iced out restaurant offered a dim and ambient lighting.

Quite the setting for a first meet.

The woman stopped to stand beside you, all cozy looking with her face practically burried in her scarf, her body lazily wrapped in one of those trendy black puffer jackets.

You didn’t think the sight could get any cuter until you noticed the warm smile hiding behind the fabric, and you froze.

Your eyes met.

Knees became weak as hearts went on a marathon.

Not a good mix if either of you were counting on winning that one.

Finally close enough again, your scent engulfed her lungs as she breathed it in, all while her eyes took you in.

She had seen your face from afar about an hour prior, when her friends pulled her attention to you as everyone started up their dinner. She had never been so thankful for contact lenses in her life.

All she had seen so far were your eyes, and while these mask wearing times made way for a few disappointing reveals, yours turned out to only be a teaser of what was hiding behind that cloth.

Needless to say, she found you beautiful.

Amazing perfume, pretty face, seemed to be the artsy type… As much as she wanted to respect your obvious yet unspoken want to be alone, she was but just a girl.

Her friends agreed, she had no choice but to talk to you. At the very least she had to try.

“Hi.” She spoke up, breaking the unofficial staring contest.

That voice, you recalled…

“Is everything okay?”

So it was her.

“Hi...?” You answered, your tone letting her know you wondered about her sudden presence. “Are you looking for something?”

The woman let out a soft chuckle.

“Yes. Your perfume."

#twice x reader #sana x reader #kpop x reader #sana imagines #twice sana

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crescentfool · 8 months

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I noticed you're a Ryomina!!! How did you get into it? And do you have any good fanfics/doujinshi you can advice me to read? ANYTHING on Ryomina actually? I'm dying for anything about them!!! Thanks!!

yes!!! it's me!!! i'm ryomina fan (one of many)!!! thank you for visiting my askbox, i'll do my best to answer all of the questions because it always makes me happy to see that ryomina sparks joy for people! :D

...this got really long because i like linking to things, so i'm putting it under a read more (IM VERY NORMAL ABOUT THEM)

how did i get into it? i got into persona 3 around august 2021 through the movies- at the time my only experience with the persona series was with P5R / P5S / P5D. p3 was the one that interested me the most (i thought minato was very pretty + i caught wind that the themes of the game were very resonant with people). i picked the movies over the game because i'm a guy who plays games at a snails pace, haha.

admittedly, i did latch onto ryomina because of the scenes in the third and fourth movie (i have mentioned in the tags of this art i drew how much i felt like i was exploding and blasting off to the moon watching it).

but what really dug me into the ryomina hole (and what has kept me there) was thinking about how much ryoji encapsulates the themes of p3- and how interconnected his fate is with minato. i wrote some musings about their dynamic here, if you're interested!

tl;dr: what if we were both boys and we were mirror images of each other and i inherited your kindness and looks but god doomed our narrative even though we're soulmates

on ryomina fanworks recommendations:

regarding fics: i'm going to assume that you've probably read the fics that have the highest kudo ratings on them, so i won't really be listing those.

a personal favorite fic that i always hold close to my heart is Eurydice's Vow by crescentmoontea, which explores the idea of ryomina in p5r's third semester. this was the first fic i read about ryomina and it made me tear up lots...

i also think a lot about I Alone Await You by Nail_gun, literally scrumptious writing that captures the ryomina dynamic so so well. actually check out Nail_gun's other ryomina fics while you're at it too!

other fun fic i'm fond of: can't get my mind out of those memories (what were they?) by foxmulder_whereartthou. ryoji being homeless lives rent free in my head and it's all because of this fic. there's a bunch of other fun ryominas from the same author too (i still need to read them)

BkZa555 also has some fun AU scenarios if you're into that too, notably with Zagreus (P5-Setting, Ryoji focus) and The Definition of Insanity (TIME LOOP fuckery!), but they're currently ongoing.

these were some ones that came to my mind first- as i have the strongest recollection reading them. admittedly i haven't really been reading fic this year, so i don't have many recommendations from fic that came out this year. but if you're so inclined to let ryomina consume your soul, i definitely recommend giving the newer works in the ryomina tag a look-see and see if it strikes your fancy!

as a side note, i do have a few ryomina fics that i've bookmarked on my ao3 here, though i have to say that i'm not sure how well they hold up in terms of like... what i would seek out of a fic these days. but they made past me happy so i bookmarked them, LOL. it's kind of outdated (my collection of fic recs has my old username *disintegrates*).

regarding doujinshi: i have not read all the ryomina doujinshi available, but as a starting point, please take a look at this list from pandora-scans from livejournal!

notably, this is where you can find the strawberry-chan say good bye doujin- which features a small and cute comic from shuji sogabe (the p3/p4 manga artist), as well as other artists. the existence of this doujinshi is the funniest thing to me because it's like "HEY if you're wondering what the volume 8 cover is really gay it's because sogabe contributed to a ryomina doujin." this fact makes my head spin (positive). it explains a lot about the manga.

regarding persona side material:

i know you didn't ask for these but i thought that i mine as well list these too, since i feel that the side materials have some fun expansions on ryoji and minato's interactions. i haven't... watched/read all of these but, hey, i like to share these things!

for comic anthologies for the persona series (some of which have ryoji!). if you're interested in reading them, here's a scanlation index from maboroshi-no on tumblr. i don't think this is a comprehensive list, but i think it will be a great starting point!

for some translations of the persona 3 drama cds, check out imaginary-numbers on dreamwidth! ryoji and minato interactions can specifically be found in the persona 3 character drama cd vol. 1, and for the audio + english subs, you can watch this video on youtube:

youtube

and ohh the musical. ryoji singing and dancing gives me so much joy. i haven't watched the musical in it's entirety (only fragments), but here are some links that may be of interest to you:

Ao no Kakusei (The Blue Awakening), Sakuya version - playlist for the first p3 musical, translated by Phoenix Maiika.

Ao no Kakusei (The Blue Awakening), Kotone version - playlist for the femc version!! also translated by Phoenix Maiika on YouTube.

Persona 3: The Weird Masquerade (English Subtitles) - playlist by rumio!

P3 Weird Musical DVD & Soundtrack Booklet Scans by rumio_k - twitter thread that links to these funsies, if you don't have twitter, here's the publicly shared drive link.

god. these sure are a lot of links, huh? i hope you enjoy them- pick and choose whatever sounds most appealing! (if this overwhelmed you im sorry GKLHLDH i just like being very comprehensive in my answers about things so i got carried away).

and as a reminder, you (and anyone else reading) are always welcome to browse my tags/archive and reblog things from there anytime! i have... nearly 300 ryomina posts which, while mostly consists of art, has a few fics, meta, hcs, gifs, memes, and whatnot scattered about.

or browse the minato and ryoji tags too! there's.. nearly 1k minato. and 500 ish ryoji. and they're going to keep on growing because i can't stop being obsessed with archiving these things. god help me i am so deep in this hole called ryomina hell and now you're here too. welcome aboard!

there's always going to be a lot of fun ways to enjoy rotating ryomina around in one's brain, i think- they're a pairing with such fun symbolic imagery that is So Deep (to me) but ALSO they're immensely hilarious and weird guys (affectionate). so i love to share these things in hopes that it gives you joy too! they are the most couple ever (to me) (i'm biased)

thank you again for the ask! i hope it can satiate your need for more ryomina, and be a nice aide in exploring the p3 fanspace :)

#ohhh do i even main tag this #fuck it we ball i'll tag it #lizzy askbox #persona 3 #ryomina #ryoji mochizuki #minato arisato #i'm in a bit of a hiatus in terms of like.. looking at new ryomina stuff outside of fan art so i haven't seen Everything #but i would like to get back to it when i can be more cognizant and present to appreciate them #the grind to being a ryomina encyclopedia never stops!#my files and links are all messy i can hardly keep track of all the ryomina things... maybe i just need to make a neocities-#like cat's souyo archive (cat is an inspiration to me)#but FUCK man ryomina is so good. thank you for the follow and sending me this ask #i'm very sorry about the excessive length i can't help myself i'm very dedicated to wanting to know lots of things about them #i had a lot of fun answering this!#times like this make me want to return to like. my fic recommendation collection.. i gotta rehaul that stuff tbh #maybe after i've seen all the ryomina stuff i can make a ryomina iceberg based on what i've seen peple talk about (or not talk about)#it'll be a long while though. i feel like i've hardly scratched the surface even though i wouldn't call myself a casual enjoyer #ANYWAY BYE. no one ever apologize to me about being excessive because I AM very excessive and repetitive. LOL. have a good morning? evening

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Core Memories- Mason Mount 🤍

As a Disney girl, I had this wild idea to do a series based on inside out where I do 5 different core memories that are based on the 5 emotions- Joy, Sadness, Anger, Fear & Disgust. Hope you all enjoy them & please let me know who you would like one for next 🤍

Also ‘joy’ might be one of my favourites that I have written in awhile! It’s literally my dream!!!

Summary- The 5 emotions of your and Mason's relationship... (disclaimer these don’t run in order of events..)

SADNESS

“Honey I’m home..” Mason sang through your shared house, expecting you to run in his open arms like you normally did. But as his arms were left empty and not a sound could be heard he knew something was wrong.

“(Y/n)” he called, dropping his stuff instantly as he entered the living room to find you. His heart stopped as you weren’t were you normally were, your mug wasn’t on the coffee table and your laptop was closed shut something that was barely seen in all your years of dating “baby? Where are you?”

Running up the stairs, his heart shattered as he entered your bedroom finding you curled up on the bed, eyes red and puffy as silent sobs escaped your mouth “omg darling what’s happened?” Making his way to the other side of the bed, he wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you into a comforting spoon. A muffled response came from your lips as he drew patterns down your arms in hopes to calm your overwhelmed body down “what was that baby?”

“They let me go…” you whispered, voice cracking as you turned around his arms. Your wet eyes being met with his concerned ones as you broke down completely “they actually did it… they let me go..”

Mason pulled you closer to his chest, as your tears soaked his training top. It was speculated for months now that your dream job you had bagged just under a year ago was having a shuffle round & the newer employers would be the most vulnerable. For the last 2 months you had worked your arse off to keep the position, doing every extra shift you could, working over time every night.. even sacrificing your nights off with Mason to do it. But your efforts weren’t good enough…

“Shhh.. shhhh it’s okay…” Mason hushed you, rubbing your back up and down as your cries and heavy breathing could only be heard “your going to be okay baby…”

“I worked so hard mase…” you mumbled into his chest “I put everything into that job and they sacked me… I failed them… I failed you… I’m so stupid!”

“Hey, stop that… you didn’t fail anyone especially me!” he whispered, his own tears threatening to escape as he watched you fall apart for the first time in front of him “you are the most talented, hardworking, driven woman I have ever met! You deserve the world baby girl! A job that will appreciate you for who you are & respect you for everything you do for them! That shit place didn’t deserve you… I love you so much okay, so fucking much… your going to be okay”

Feeling a tear drop on your temple, you looked up to find a crying Mason causing your heart to break even more “why are you crying?” You mumbled, not trusting your voice to speak loudly as the tears continued to fall down your boyfriends cheek “I just hate seeing you this way sweetheart… putting your self down because they didn’t treat you right. It’s not fair… you don’t deserve this”

Wrapping your leg round his waist, you moved to straddle him, allowing your head to fall in the crook of his neck as he continued to massage your back “I don’t know what I’m going to do Mason… I need to work, I can’t be 22 and unemployed my family will be so disappointed in me once they find out..”

Moving your chin to look at him, he placed his lips to yours, your tears mixing together as you kissed the sadness in your bodies away “listen to me…” he mumbled, pulling away from you as he kept his head to yours “you are not an embarrassment okay? You’ll never be one! & I don’t worry about a job.. we’ll find you one that’ll treat you fair, but until then your going to rest and let your body relax, your overworked darling… but there is a positive in this your not thinking of…”

“Is there?” You mumbled

“Yes..” he smiled, pecking your nose “until you find one we get to spend more time together… no overtime or extra shifts, just me and you!”

For the first time that night, your lips pulled up into a grin “I love you so much Mason… I don’t know what I’d ever do without you…”

“You’ll never find out baby..” he whispered “because unlike your shit job I’m not going anywhere… I’m never letting you go..” What started out as one of the worst days of your life, turned into one of the most learning…

The day you figured out your worth and value all in the arms of the love of your life… a learning you’d never forget!

FEAR

"How longs left?..." You muttered nervously to Jaz, not having the nerve to look at the huge screen in front of you displaying the time as your eyes remained fixated on your team in front of you. "About 5 minutes" She replied, throwing her arm around your shoulder. Your eyes kept flicking between the field of different colors of blue and the bench where your boyfriend sat anxiously bouncing his knee. The ball continued to be passed around the pitch for what felt like the longest 5 minutes of your life, most of which was spent with your hands covering your face or your head nuzzled in Lewis's neck. Your head was spinning so much you didn't even realize the full-time whistle had been blown until you saw the crowd of royal blue erupts and your feet being swept off the ground as his brother bounced up and down with you. Screams of 'he's done it' and 'Let's fucking go!' filled the section but your mouth remained closed... letting the moment sink in that your boyfriend, your best friend, the love of your life has just achieved something that you had both dreamed of since you were little kids. Having plenty of pillow talks of over the last couple of years about your dreams and aspirations... and now one of his has come true & you couldn't of been prouder!

"Are you coming down?" Debbie smiled, her own eyes teary as she gathered her stuff ready to head down to see her little boy, but you shook your head "I think I'll stay up here.." You mumbled, anxiety bubbling you as you thought about standing in the middle of the pitch in front of thousands of fans and cameras. Even after years of dating Mase, you still hadn't gotten used to it all, something about being under the spotlight always freaked you out, some people still thought he was single due to the lack of your appearance in public. Mason never pushed you to be so tho, and although he wished you would join him for seasonal celebrations or to show you off in public he knew you weren't comfortable. "You sure?" Lewis sighed, wrapping his arm around you "I think he would love to have you down there with him & besides nothing going to happen love, we will all be there for you."

Taking one last look down to the pitch, finding Mason dancing and messing around with Chilly and Reece. But with the insecurity still being there you shook your head "I'm sure" You smiled "I'll stay in the VIP box until it cools down a little, then I might come down... can you let Mase know that I am proud of him tho? & give him a kiss from me!"

"Of course, we can! but maybe not the kiss!" Lewis chuckled, as Debbie hit his chest "We will see you in a bit sweetheart!" Debbie beamed, waving you goodbye as you both went in different directions, them heading down while you went to hide in the booths.

The second he saw his family he knew something was missing "Where's (y/n)?" Mason asked as he finished hugging his mum, still looking over her shoulder in hopes to find you stood there. "Oh, she's up there..." Lewis sighed, pointing over to the VIP booth, leaning down to whisper into his brother's ear "She was feeling a bit anxious mate, so she said she's going to wait for it all to cool down & then she might pop down" Mason's heart sunk at his brother's words, not liking the idea of you being all alone there when your feeling uncomfortable "She is okay tho right?" Mason asked voice full of worry. "Bro she is fine, I promise I wouldn't of left her if she wasn't" He felt a little better after hearing that but still he didn't feel right.

"She wanted you to know that she is so proud of you!" His mother smiled, as his heart burst. "She also wanted us to give you a kiss but I ain't doing that" Lewis joked, causing Mason to throw his head back laughing.

The next 15 minutes were spent taking pictures and chatting to the other family members, and although he tried to keep preoccupied and not be distracted by you not being there, he couldn't handle it any longer. "Mase!" Lewis called as he spotted him walking away "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to be with my girl!" Mason smiled, looking up to the almost empty box, only having you in it but it was about to gain one more person as he sprinted down the tunnel.

While that was going on, you watched the celebrations with nothing but tears in your eyes. A mixture of pride and disappointment. Although you were ecstatic for the team, a part of you couldn't help but feel angry and disappointed, for letting your anxiety and insecurity yet again ruin it for not only you but Mason. Watching all the other players being congratulated by their partners, kissing and hugging as the confetti falls down on them, broke your heart. Despite Mase telling you many times that it didn't matter & that your celebrations in private means much more to him, you knew he was lying! He wanted that moment just as much as you did... but you just wasn't ready for it.

Sighing you turned away from the pitch view window, not being able to handle it any longer. Sitting down at the table perched in the middle of the room, you sighed allowing the tears to fall freely down your face. You were so caught up in your own pity party, that you didn't realize your boyfriend leaning against the wall as he watched you with a broken heart.

"I hope those are happy tears..." He chuckled half-heartedly making your head shoot up in shock "Cause if not I always suspected that you are a city fan!"

Giggling you shook your head, meeting him halfway as you threw yourself in his arms "What are you doing up here Mase?" You sighed, looking up to him as he wiped away your falling tears "It didn't feel right celebrating down there without my favorite girl" He smiled "So if she isn't ready to come down there to me... I'll go up to her!"

Your heart melted at his kind gesture as you gave him a sympathetic smile, all of a sudden feeling guilty for making him miss out on celebrating with his team "I'm so sorry Mase.." You sighed, leaning further into his touch as you placed your head on his chest "I've ruined it for you again... you should be down there with your team & your family, the people who have helped you on this journey every step of the way. Not your over-anxious girlfriend who can't even make it down on a field without breaking down-"

Cutting your words short', Mason places his lips to yours taking any remaining stress and anxiety from your body as he felt you relax against his touch. His hands held you close as he broke away slightly, whispering between the small gap of your lips "If I remember correctly sweetheart... you were the one who has been with me every step of the way..." You hated to admit it but he was correct, throughout the whole season you were by his side. Celebrating every win, consoling him after every loss. There wasn't a single match that you didn't watch or support him in

"But-"

"No 'buts' baby..." Mason chuckled as he took off the medal around his neck, instead letting it fall around yours. Picking up the metal, he placed it on his lips "We have done this, together..." Meeting him in the middle with tears in your eyes, you place your lips on the other side "Together..."

Smiling at your words, Mason grabbed two champagne flutes off the table, filling them both up before handing you one "To Chelsea, To our Love, To each other... I love you (y/n) more than any celebration... cheers to us!"

"I love you too Mase... more than anything in the world, cheers"

Wrapping his arms around your waist, You and mason continued to watch the rest of the celebrations continue from the comfort of the private box. It was that moment where it really sunk in what he had achieved, and he didn't want to celebrate it any other way! The next 30 minutes were spent the same, small chit-chat about what had just happened, quick kisses, and confessions of love as the champagne made its way through your bloodstream. and although it started badly for you & things seemed uncertain... at the end of the night things became pretty memorable...

a core memory for sure!

DISGUST

“Please tell me you didn’t just put tomato sauce on that egg” you mumbled, covering your eyes in despair and utter disgust. Mason looked at you with a confused look, placing the bottle down slowly “no…” he replied, voice not sounding that convincing at all!

Peeking through the cracks of your fingers, you groaned as you noticed the red splodge of sauce on his plate “Mase! That’s gross, how can you even eat that…”

“Have you ever tried it?” He smirked, holding some of the dipped egg in near distance of you. “No I haven’t…” you groaned, taking one look at the fork in front as you gagged “& I ain’t going to so please get that away from me!”

“Your so dramatic..” Mason laughed, placing it in his mouth instead as you rolled your eyes “see delicious, your missing out baby..” he hummed, before continuing to shovel the vile food in his mouth.

“I’m not missing out on anything darling” you replied, gathering your plate of barely untouched food. Furrowing his eyebrows, Mason gave you a puzzling look “Where are you going?”

“Away from you & that disgusting concoction on your plate..” you smiled, patting him on the shoulder before going into the kitchen, getting comfy on one of the barstools set up on the counter.

Mason couldn’t help but laugh at how overdramatic you were being. Complementing to go with you or not, he decided that it was best to leave you be, just in case his food did gross you out to much. Once he was finished, he skipped to the kitchen with his empty plate still finding you perched up on the barstool with your phone in your hand.

Tiptoeing behind you, he placed his arms around your waist causing you to flinch a little as he whispered in your ear “did you miss me darling?”

Spinning around on the seat, you gave him a glare “I missed you… not your dinner tho!” Chuckling he wrapped his arms tighter around you, leaning down to give you a warming kiss one that you both craved ever since you had began your journey together…

But it didn’t last as long as it normally did as another gag fell from your lips.

“What’s wrong now!?!” Mason laughed as you pulled away from his touch, running to the sink to rinse your mouth “I can taste it!” You mumbled gargling as much water as your mouth could hold.

Mason watched you in amusement “your crazy..” he laughed shaking his head as you spat the water out, lifting your hand up to flip him off.

Although the experience was different for the two of you, you knew that neither of you would forget this moment for a long time… maybe forever!

ANGER

7pm… it was now 7pm & there was still no sign of Mason coming through the door. Sighing for the tenth time that hour, you reached for your phone hoping there was some sign that he had remembered the important dinner you had both planned for months. But as you were met with a empty notification tab you knew that he’d forgotten.

You wanted to remain hopeful, that he was planning some big grand gesture to celebrate your 3 years of love so. So you stayed put on landing stairs, the royal blue dress you had specifically picked for this occasion hugging your body & your mascara hanging on your eyelashes like a thread as tears began to threaten your eyes.

Your phone finally vibrated against your knee 40 minutes later, but your heart didn’t skip like it normally did when you saw his name, instead it deflated as you answered it instantly hearing the background noise of the busy club he clearly went to instead.

“Hi baby..” He spoke through the loud crowd, smile adamant in his voice.

“What do you want Mason?” You snapped, getting up from the stairs not even bothering to stop the tears anymore. He knew something was wrong as you spoke his full name. You never called him Mason unless there was something wrong!

Shuffling through the crowd he made his way outside “hey…hey. What’s happened darling?” He cluelessly replied not having any clue for sharpness.

“What happened!” You hissed, making your way up the stairs to get out of your outfit “Mason are you fucking serious right now!”

“(Y/N)… I don’t know what your talking abou-“

“YOU FUCKING FORGOT MASON!” You yelled, not even caring any more as your emotions sprung out of you. Silence filled the other side of the phone as Mason tried his best to figure out what exactly he had missed.

“See you don’t even know…” you snapped, ready to hang up the phone before he spoke up finally putting all the pieces together “(y/n), I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to okay… I’ve been busy with work and the start of the season & I know it’s not a excuse-“

“No mase it’s not!” You scoffed.

“Please just listen to me baby..” he pleaded wanting you to hear it out “I will come back now okay and we’ll spend the rest of the night together… I’ll make it up to you I promise”

“3 years mase..” you sighed, not having the energy to shout anymore “it was our 3 year anniversary… I’ve been waiting for you on our landing for 4 hours while you’ve been out parting with your ‘lads’ for the tenth time this week…” masons heart burst as he heard you pause, a muffled sob echoing through the speaker as you cried “I wanted tonight to be our night… to celebrate us & everything we’ve been through. But you had to chose them once again didn’t you… like you always do”

Your dig punched him right in the heart as he began to feel frustrated “I haven’t chose them over you!” He groaned “I’ve never chose them over you so stop being so needy!”

“Your unbelievable!” You cried, body freezing as his words sunk under your skin leaving a permanent mark “if you don’t chose them where are you now eh? Where are you now on one of the most important dates in our relationship?!?”

“(Y/n)…”

“Don’t (y/n) me Mason!” You growled causing goosbumps to rise on his skin at the unfamiliar tone “if I’m so needy and demanding how about you just call it quits! End it now so you can have all the freedom you want!”

“Please stop it … I love you! I didn’t mean it that way-“

“Don’t bother coming home!” You interrupted, voice shaking “I’m going to bed…”

“Please wait..” Mason pleaded, wanting to make it up with you but it was too late!

“Happy anniversary mase…” you sighed “have a nice night out with the lads… the sofa will be ready for you when you get home!” & with that you hung up, throwing your phone to the side as you broke down on the bedroom floor… this wasn’t the way you’d expected tonight to go.

You didn’t know how it was going to go after this, if you’d kiss and make up or leave it rotting for days until it couldn’t be fixed… but either way it was safe to say that neither of you would be forgetting it any time soon!

JOY

“Are you going to eat all that?” You giggled as Mason piled his plate up with all the croissants and pain au chocolat’s he could fit on his plate. “It’s not everyday we’re in Paris baby…” he laughed, giving you a playful stare “and anyway TT told me to enjoy myself and to eat as many pastries as I want so I’m making the most of it!”

Giggling, you shook your head, grabbing one of the many croissants on his plate giving it a nibble “well if the boss said, who am I to stop you!”

Glancing out the window your heart stopped slightly at the surroundings around you. You still couldn’t believe that you were in Paris, sat in front of the love of your life eating pastries and sipping red wine in the most famous city of love. When Mason told you that you were spending your 5 year anniversary here you didn’t believe him… one because of it being so last minute and two because it was in the middle of the season & Tom might not of given him the time off… but lucky for you the big boss hisself was more than happy to allow Mason to go a way for a couple of days, making him promise however that’ll hell put 100% effort into all games and trainings for the rest of the season!

“So what should we do tonight?” You smiled, sipping your red wine as Mason flashed you one of his signature smirks “leave that with me baby girl… I’ve got something up my sleeve for you tonight…” your eyes grew wide, as your mind instantly went to the dirtier side of his comment causing him to kick you gently under the table “you naughty girl! I meant I’m taking you out to dinner… why are you always thinking of sex am I piece of meat to you..” he playfully teased, causing you to giggle “of course not! But after last night how am I not supposed to think of the most vulgar… you were rough!”

Getting up from the table, Mason removed your plates, giving you a cheeky kiss before taking them to the other side of the room. “Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it” he smirked “I think the whole floor now knows my name!”

“Oh shush..” you chuckled, walking over to him to wrap your arms around his waist “what should I wear tonight anyway… you can’t just throw a surprise date at me and not tell me what to wear..”

Pulling away from your hug, Mason made his way over to his case pulling out a Givenchy gift bag and Louboutin heels making your eyes go wide. Just as you were about to comment Mason cut you off with a smile “before you start commenting on the price… I wanted to spoil you okay? Make you feel as special as you make me…”

Handing you the bag first, your hands trembled as you pulled out the most gorgeous royal blue split dress you had ever seen instantly making your eyes tear up “oh my god mase…”

“Wait till you see the shoes…” he smirked handing you the small ruffle bag containing a stunning pair of glittery red bottom heels.

“These must of cost you so much mase, I don’t deserve-“ putting his finger across your lips to shut you up, Mason whispered “you deserve the world… & I want to be the one to give it you…”

“Mase..” you sighed, feeling the tears fill up your eyes, causing Mason to chuckle instantly wiping away the fallen tear “don’t cry baby, your going to set me off and the day has barely started… now go put on the stunning dress, our reservations is in 2 hours”

Not waiting another minute to try it on you slipped off to the bathroom, feeling like a Disney princess as you slipped the perfect gown on. Once all your makeup was set and your hair was placed in a tidy high top pony tail you left the side room to find a suited and booted Mason looking as handsome as ever.

His eyes went wide as he took in your frame… you always looked beautiful to him, there wasn’t a day that you didn’t. But right now, you looked like perfection… there’s was nothing on this planet, or even the universe that could compare to you in this moment…

“Wow..” he sighed, allowing a tear to fall down his cheek “you look-… wow!”

Giggling, you pulled him closer to you “don’t cry baby… the nights barely started yet” you teased repeating the words he spoke to you earlier. Giving his lips a gentle peck, you smiled “but thank you handsome… you look unreal too!”

Taking your hand in his, he kissed it softly “thank you my darling… how about we get going yeah? So i can show the whole of Paris how stunning my girlfriend is…”

“Let’s go…”

———-

The rest of the evening was spent with nothing but tipsy kisses and glasses of wine, as you and mase celebrated your love in the only way that was fitting for you both! After the meal and Delicious desert, Mason insisted on you both taking a walk to the Eiffel Tower & who were you to miss out on the opportunity to see the landmark on the most special day of your life!

“Wow…” you breathed out as you took in the scene in front of you “it’s beautiful…”

“I know..” Mason sighed. As you turned to look at him you discovered he wasn’t looking at the glistening tower in front of you… he was looking at you.

“I love you so much…” he mumbled as he wrapped his around you from behind “more than anything in the world!”

“I love you too mase…” you whispered not wanting to ruin the moment “thank you for the best night of my life”

“It’s not over yet baby..” he smiled, kissing your neck as he grabbed your head “let’s head back to the hotel, it’s getting a bit cold for you to stand out here..”

Nodding your head, you squeezed his hand indicating him that you were good to go back. But as you began walking home, you noticed his behaviour shift, his hands were shaking like crazy and his mind looked like it was constantly on the run. But Every time you tried to figure out what was going on, he would politely dismiss you stating he was just cold.

Once you got back to the room, Mason pulled out the card key swiping it in the lock before taking a step back causing you to raise your brow in confusion “ladies first…” he smirked, causing you to giggle as you pulled open the door finding it filled with complete darkness.

“Mase..” you questioned, as he flipped on the light, closing the door behind you both as you took in the sight in front of you…

Rose petals covered the floor and bed, as balloons lifted in the ceiling each attached to a photograph of you both through the years… your hands trembled as they traced each one, eyes tearing up at the memories around you. “Mason..” you whispered, turning back round to face where he was still stood at near the door “how did you do th-“

Your body froze as you released he was no longer stood, instead kneeled on one knee! “Oh my god Mason..” you breathed, covering your mouth as tears leaked from both of your eyes..

“My (y/n)..” Mason started, a tear running down his cheek “I can’t imagine my life without you, I don’t want to even think of it. You are my light, my world, my soulmate… you make me the happiest man in the world by supporting me and showing me nothing but love & I want nothing more to have that for the rest of my life… so (y:n), my darling will you do me the honour in marrying me?”

Without thinking you lept in his arms, causing you both to topple over with tears and giggles surrounding you! “Yes..” you whispered, kissing his lips repeatedly “I’ll marry you…”

What began as the most memorable morning ended with it being the most memorable day! With a little help from the hotel staff, Tom & of course the love of your life!!!

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rubykgrant · 1 year

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Because of REASONS, I remembered my Scooby-Doo character designs from a few years ago. I decided to touch-up the picture a bit and fix a few things. So, here they are again! If I were to totally make my own “dream version” of Scooby-Doo, this isn’t exactly the “style” I’d prefer them in (something a little closer to the classic), this is just a cute and simple style I use when I want to get an idea for basic body-types, hair, and outfits. As for the story, I’d toss together all my favorite things from every previous version, but the basic plot would go like this; the kids all originally met when they were very little, trick-or-treating on Halloween, and solving the mystery of some mean older kids who were stealing candy. During middle school, they wound up moving away from each other for various reasons... but all reunited in high school! They had a fairly normal time, solving mundane mysteries and such. After graduation, they decide to take a road trip together, and THAT is when they truly become Mystery Inc. A mixture of the old-school plots, some new adventures, and yes- sometimes the spooky things ARE real! I’d honestly aim for it to be PG-13, it doesn’t need to be turbo-edgey and grim-dark, but they can say swears. There would one F-bomb in the whole show, and Freddy gets to say it~

(some character notes below)

I drew Velma first because I’ve always wanted to update her outfit as sort of a sleeveless sweater-dress kind of thing. I gave her red shorts instead of a skirt, and I think it somehow made her look more sporty but still cute. Some orange high-tops sort of bring it together. I wanted her hair to have something like a flapper-girl style, and I kept classic style square glasses because she works them (and still can’t see without them). Velma is easily the most adorable. She’s still the “smart one”, but she doesn’t know EVERYTHING about EVERYTHING; history, science and chemistry, literature, and math are what she excels at. She also has a near photographic memory, and although she understands a lot about technology (in terms of software/programming/coding), she isn’t too great with machines. Some background for her; Velma is mixed Japanese/Mexican and Jewish. She’s also trans and a lesbian~

I knew I wanted Daphne to look really fashionable, but also in something simple and comfortable. I gave her a purple halter top/skirt with a leg-cut on one side, and loose lavender jeans. She almost never has pants in her main outfit, but I think it gives her a fun nostalgic look of the 60s and 70s. I moved her green scarf up to her hair, and gave her matching green earrings. I like the idea that because she’s a little clumsy (Danger-Prone-Daphne) she’s taken lots of athletic lessons to try and make up for it; she’s done ballet, gymnastics, Karate, boxing, archery, played different sports like soccer/basketball/baseball/tennis, swimming lessons, and equestrian classes. Basically, when she’s in “alert-mode”, she could probably handle just about anything… but when she’s not paying attention she tends to trip (though, she’s kinda of backwards-lucky by stumbling into clues this way). Daphne can speak several languages fluently, she’s got perfect pitch, is super sensitive to textures so she can recognize any material, and has a gift for being very charming and intuitive. Some background for her; her dad is Iranian, and her mom is Scottish. She’s also bi~

I always wanted to give Fred a blue jacket. I just think it suits him. He’s also got light-blue jeans, and a white long-sleeve shirt (with a red collar to replace the ascot haha). He’s got a little bit of a farm-boy vibe (hence the belt and work boots). He’s all about cars and other machines, a real Mr. Fix-It, and he loves taking stuff apart to see how it works. As a result he’s pretty good at his other hobby besides mechanics… TRAPS. Fred also practices being an escape artist, so if he ever gets caught he’ll be able to get out of almost anything. Although he’s certainly not “stupid”, he has a tendency to be a bit oblivious and a little too headstrong. He’s got a heart if gold though, and everybody who knows him would agree that he’s endlessly kind. Some background for him; Fred’s parents went missing around when he younger, and so he’s had a few different foster families. He doesn’t get reunited with his folks until much later (learning more about his family, he finds out he’s mixed Italian/Norwegian). He’s also bi~

Shaggy doesn’t need much changing (if I altered too much, he just wouldn’t look like Shaggy anymore). I have him a white long-sleeved shirt under his classic green one, changed his brown pants into cargoes (all loose fitting, Shaggy likes it baggy), and gave him some black sneakers. He’s naturally still got long hair and a scruffy chin (plus some sideburns). Even though he’s a well known scardey-cat, Shaggy has a deep love for horror movies and fictional spooky stuff doesn’t seem to bother him. His various fears and phobias have actually made him a safety expert; not only does he usually carry a back-pack with a fully stocked first aid kit, he knows how rescue somebody who is drowning, all the safety procedures for different vehicles/aircraft, CPR, and survival tactics (he actually knows more medical facts than Velma). Despite being so thin and lanky, he is almost always eating, sometimes thinking with his stomach rather than his head. He’s always happy to share though, and he even cooks great meals for his friends (mindful of allergies and what-not). Some background for him; he’s Canadian First Nations and Jewish on his mother’s side. He’s also trans, bi and ace~

Scooby was maybe the most difficult to draw… he’s so iconic, and I wasn’t sure how to draw him in this style but still make him look like Scooby. I’m not sure if I succeeded, but I think the result isn’t too bad. Shaggy found Scoob as a pup, and they have been best friends ever since. Like Shaggy, Scooby loves to eat and hates to be afraid, but he’s only a coward when something threatens him; if a monster or villain is going to hurt one of his friends, Scooby always comes to their defense. People forget that he’s actually a very big strong dog because he’s usually so gentle and silly. Scoob knows all sorts of trick from the typical “sit/roll-over/shake” to more impressive stunts. Although he loves attention and praise, the best way to get him to do anything is to bribe him with a Scooby Snack! He’s a very smart animal, and the fact that he can communicate when he smells or hears something suspicious that people might miss is a real asset for solving mysteries. Like any good dog, Scooby is loyal and lovable~

#scooby-doo

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hi again 👋👋👋 anyway i would LOVE to hear any thoughts you might have about fake pep and his interactions with other characters if you're amenable to that! i love him and there is So Much going on there and you always have stellar hcs so id love to hear them!!

Ive been shying away from drawing/writing anything with fake peppino bc frankly ur right; there IS so much going on with him 😭 so much so that it almost feels impossible to settle on something concrete 😭 This is also bc I link Fake Peppi and Pizzahead together, which means I also have to work on characterizing that punk 😭😭😭 But I will still try to get my thoughts out

(OKAY THIS IS REM FROM THE FUTURE OR PAST OR SOMETHING AND IM HERE TO SAY THAT I RAMBLED SO FUCKING LONG THAT I DIDNT EVEN GET TO THE ACTUAL ASK OF THIS FUCKING ASK!!! I JUST TALKED ABOUT FAKE PEPPI AND DIDNT WRITE A SINGLE INTERACTION. SO UM. THIS ASK IS NOW ABOUT FAKE PEPPI AND ONLY FAKE PEPPI IM SO SORRY 😭😭😭😭😭 ILL GO MORE IN DEPTH W DYNAMICS N SUCH SOME DAY BUT NOT TODAY)

Fake Peppino is Not the first clone; hes one of the Last ones Pizzahead worked on. The ones you see in the war level are the closest, appearance wise, to Peppino, but they arent the brightest and will often behave like [insert test subject] but with Peppinos face on it. The emphasis on appearance first resulted in some physically identical, but otherwise, dull witted clones.

Fake Peppi was the first attempt at replicating Peppinos actual personality over appearance and it works moderately well, its just that. Hes a little funky lookin. Which is okay! Its the first attempt !! He’ll get more time to try again! They give Fake Peppi a little run down shop to manage (that he almost immediately converts into a pizzeria) while they work on perfecting the clones. But then Peppino actually storms the tower after being threatened w the Pizzeria Begone Beam, and hes tearing through portals so quickly that Pizzahead literally has No Time to try and work on these new clones. Fake Peppi is the First of this new experimental line of clones, and hes one of the Last. (Said bc i do intend on making my own little peppi clone someday heehee)

Fake Peppi passes as a pretty Normal creature. Hes a bit Tall but not absurdly above average. I drew him pretty goopy and lanky on my first (and only ) attempt at drawing him, but the more i think about it, the more I want him to just be a taller, slightly offputting Peppino. I like the idea someone had of Fake Peppi mimicking the stylized, cartoonish logo design of the pizzeria, so hes got a bit of a doofy lookin face. Its very round, with soft looking eyes and permanent blush on his cheeks. When hes trying to look Less Scary (bc he is a bit aware now that hes a little Off), you can see his mouth on his face like a Normal person. When hes relaxed and/or unfocused, it kind of just. Disappears. It makes his face look kind of like a little butt or a peach heehee

Fake Peppi acts pretty similarly to Real Peppino. Hes quick to anger, and quick to frighten. Hes a bit of a goof and he likes to entertain (which completely threw pizzahead off; hes like thats. Not right? Is it??). He has more or less the same mental capacity as Peppino, shares similar skills and hobbies, and enjoys the same kinds of food that Peppino does (with mild variation). Hes very relaxed and easygoing with a tendency to act a fool and be a little playful, which leads Pizzahead to believe that despite what hes personally seen (from stalking this poor man), Peppino is Also inherently a bit of a fool and a little playful and also capable of being relaxed and easygoing.

Fake Peppi is prone to the same kind of anxiety and panic attacks that Peppino has, only he does not have decades of experience with them to know how to manage it. So the time he spends with Pizzahead is Not the smoothest. The combination of Just Being Created and having Crippling Panic Attacks leaves him with an almost Blank Slate, memory wise, by the time hes left with the pizzeria. When Pizzahead visits Fake Peppi again to give him the lift key; hes basically a stranger to him :0

(Peppino tries to help with some grounding techniques for panic attacks, but since they Both default to self soothing stims, hes not that much help 😭)

Conversations are as smooth as they can be with his garbled speech; he can understand what hes being told, and he will write down what he Wants to say with pen and paper. Eventually, he ‘upgrades’ to a phone with proper text to speech, so he uses that quite often. I know the backwards speech is canon (or at the very least extremely popular) but its very hard for me to read and parse in my head, so i am deciding against that 😭

Hes hard to understand bc despite having a similar vocal pitch to Peppino (a bit high), it rubberbands in a way that makes it sound incredibly croakey and scratchy. The more excitable he is, the more incoherent he becomes. With (immense) effort, he can speak clearly, but its almost as difficult as someone trying to suppress their stutter; hes much more comfortable using his phone to talk. I can see him learning sign language at some point; Peppino does Not know sign language but he IS capable of learning, which means Fake Peppi is Also capable of learning.

Overall Fake Peppi is Peppino with enough variance to give him his own personality. Some of the things he does shines a bit of a light on Peppinos personality; its like, if Peppino DIDNT have to struggle with a failing business and crippling debt and being drafted into a fucking war, what kind of Peppino would you get? And as a surprise to Pizzahead, its a relatively sweet and goofy guy!! And if he took the time to interact with the Real Peppino instead of an idealized version of him (like pepperman and vigilante have started doing) then he would see that. Oh well.

#answered #chattin #fake peppino #long post #it was SO fucking long #i literally scrapped like 4 paragraphs this was so gargantuan #also #tibli i am so fucking sorry #i was like ‘interactions; got it!’#‘i guess i should share my thoughts on him so that the interactions make sense’#and then i wrote a fucking essay #and i would STILL have to write the interactions 😭😭😭#so i think i will just talk about him more to make up for it #i want to draw some stuff w them but im doing soooo much comm work to afford an upcoming trip #im going to see my sister :)! i already paid for the ticket but i wanna get these people their sketches #anyway it means i have no time to doodle #so these asks are really the only way i get to still engage w this silly game #so there will be a lot more chattin on this blog again heehee

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ingo-in-places-he-shouldnt-be · 1 year

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Happy 2000-- er... 2400 followers! I suppose this is what I get for overestimating how long it would take me to do two full bodies and 14 busts which I wound up cropping anyway lol.

Bonus commentary under the cut!

Link to the version with no commentary (x)

So first off, this was a considerable challenge for me since I don't normally draw in an anime style, and I think that shows. There were a lot of wonky proportions that I ended up having to go back and sort of fix in post. Irida, Rei, and Akari were especially bad-- my own sister told me that Rei looked like "a cross between a Victorian orphan and a frog". I decided to redraw all three of them, but since I drew them on a smaller canvas, I think it messed with the resolution a little when I shrank them down. I'm not sure anyone would notice if they weren't looking for it, but I've been staring at this for so long that I can't unsee it.

Next was the brilliant decision to put Emmet, Elesa, and Drayden on a light background. They initially faded right in, so I went back over some of the outlines to make them more readable; I had also tried putting the whole Unova set on a darker background, but found that it drew too much attention and unbalanced the piece.

On to the good things!

I adore how Melli and Zisu turned out. I don't know what it was, but my art game was on point that day.

I also had a lot of fun trying out different motifs. I knew from the outset that I wanted to play around with the duality of black/white, the duality of past/future, and the idea of making the whole disk resemble a PokéBall. The center design had me stumped for a while; I had initially used screenshots of the Highlands and Gear Station as placeholders during my planning stage, but around halfway through I decided that would be too busy and changed it to a simple railway track design instead. Then I decided I didn't like that either, and at the last minute I went back to a simplified version of my original concept. I think the stylized Coronet mountain range and subway train work nicely.

Other trivia:

During my planning phase, I used everyone's official art as placeholders-- except for Zisu, who for some reason I couldn't find any for. I used a screenshot for her placeholder, and referenced her TCG card for the final drawing.

Emmet being the only character drawn from a head on angle was deliberate. I wanted to subtly highlight his importance while still being able to place a key Pokémon in the center of both groups.

I drew all of my initial sketches on paper, lined and colored in Clip Studio, and compiled/edited everything in GIMP. I am a chaos gremlin and I will not apologize.

The reason I settled on a Station of Awakening as a follower celebration is threefold: The first is that I was hanging out with some good friends, and we wound up playing Melody of Memory. I forget exactly how it came up, but it was definitely a joke at the time as I do recall saying that it would take me forever... which it did, lol. The second reason is that I later realized that my first post on the blog (after the original "Ingo shouldn't be in old timey Hisui" (x) post) was Kingdom Hearts themed (x). The circle of stupidity is complete! And finally, I'm old enough to remember when making one of these for your blorbo was The Big Fandom Thing ™ that everyone did, and I wanted to indulge in a bit of nostalgia.

#my art #I'll keep this version out of the main tags so I'm not spamming #I'll add links to the other version of either post in a sec

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indigo-ghost-girl · 2 years

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Assimilated Sonic

Everyone else is doing it so I couldn’t help it.

I wanted it to give a very marionette vibe.

His personality would just be “another part of the system” simple and mostly to the point. This wouldn’t be permanent, there would be cracks, his cocky nature flares up sometimes. This can be comforting and creepy. Sometimes his cocky nature will manifest like a flamboyant silly snake like personality. Slow moving like a predator sneaking up on prey. Like speed can go from 1mph to 200mph in a second and it almost looks like he’s teleporting.

Whats creepier is he can go from calm and controlled to snakelike with no warning at all so you can never predict his movements.

Scary to fight, he will own you if it comes down to fist fighting. Ruthless when fighting.

His eyes look permanently wide open, and he does blink, he just does it so fast a normal eye can’t really see it unless they get lucky.

He can also hover like sage can. Just because he can doesn’t mean he does, he likes walking around on the ground, it makes him happy because of his love of running shining through.

The form on the first few images is a stable contained form, hence the glitching is only on his eyes hands shoes and those tear tracks. If he were to fight back against it enough/ his memories flare up it would start to spread again until he is “neutralized” once more. Sonic is always subconsciously fighting the system even if it doesn’t seem like it.

Assimilated Sonic has near full access to the machines and stuff on the island. Not all of it because Sage is playing it safe. The chaos emeralds would be very memory triggering to Sonic, so Sage keeps Sonic away from them.

I imagine his battle theme being a really slowed down techno cover of his world, like how Undertale took “your best friend” and slowed it to make “but nobody came”

Like this: https://youtu.be/dhj9K6Si4lk but slow it down to 0.5x speed, and you’ll get a good idea of what I mean. It would be familiar but distorted and wrong, but you would still hear the original positive notes of the song to show a kind of hope.

Also, an emotional moment would follow the same logic, a song like my dear friend might be played.

I was going to make the irises of his eyes red, but I found it was difficult to see amongst the glitch effect so that’s why they’re white. The same was briefly considered for the buckles but it drew attention away from the eyes so that was a no no. Believe it or not the tear tracks thing was not inspired by Sonic.exe but Error!Sans. Most of the original concept idea was directly inspired by everyone else’s (@smallpwbbles , @weirdozjunkary, @doodlebless, @misscloudiedays) designs too so I have to give credit. This isn’t my idea after all.

Edit: Now that Sonic frontiers is out i just want to say this was made based on the very little and vague information we had before the game came out. Most of which is now wildly outdated.

So is my comic:

I will be redesigning my assimilated Sonic to fit in more with the games rules:

Redesign:

#Assimilated Sonic #sonic fronteirs #This took me three days lol #Angst

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demdifferentstories-29 · 10 months

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Fear (Doctor Who (2005) fanfiction)

Story Summary

After the Empire of the Wolf, the Doctor confides to Rose about the fears her disappearance inspired.

1/1 chapters. For the Tentoo x Rose Microfic Challenge; @tentoorosemicrofics

Prompts: Worry; memories.

Rating: Teen

Pairing: Metacrisis Tenth Doctor/Rose Tyler

Word Count: 1086

Chapter Content/Tags: Scars/past injuries; hurt/comfort; angst.

Link (AO3), or read below!

Story

A few hours after Rose disappeared and then came back home in a great flash of light, her husband was holding her in their bed. His fingers traced her bare spine and skin as he gazed over her in the pale moonlight, a soft smile on his lips as he thought her beautiful. Even after all these years, with a child born, wrinkles just starting to appear around her eyes and mouth to echo her gorgeous smile, the cellulitis and stretch marks lingering, and her form maturing, his Rose was still as breath-taking and enchanting as she had been when he first encountered her nineteen-year-old-self. The gradual entrance into being a middle-aged woman had not diminished his Rose’s exquisiteness. No — it had enhanced it, like fine wine.

Rose was also stroking her husband, feeling where all the tension was still settled in his body with the gentle prodding of her fingertips. It was a surprise, really. When Mia set off to stay the night at a girlfriend’s place after dinner, the Doctor had practically dragged her into their bedroom and made love to her repeatedly until they were where they are now — collapsed and exhausted in a cuddle. Usually, an orgasm from his wife had been the quick solution to any tension he experienced in the over ten years they’d been together on Pete’s World, but not tonight, it seemed.

“What’s the matter?” she murmured in the silent darkness, now brushing her fingers around his hairline on his forehead, admiring his own light wrinkles that were apparent. She could also see a grey hair or two and fancied the idea of having a silver fox of a husband, knowing he’d suit the salt and pepper look so well.

“Hm?” he hummed back to her, quirking a brow. She licked her lips, shifting beneath the sheets a little and drawing them further up her shoulders to shield herself from the cold as the sweat layered on her body grew uncomfortable with her temperature now back to normal. He noticed this and drew her closer into his embrace, wanting to keep his wife warm and happy.

“You’re still tense,” she pointed out, searching within his eyes for the answer. He still had that ancient look, but the walls had weakened and eventually lowered in this universe and you could see feeling more clearly in them now as well. He didn’t hold his cards so close to his chest anymore and allowed people to sense and see his emotions, especially Rose. He had made a point of saying that in his vows. But sometimes, like now, he brought those defences right back up in an act of protection and self-preservation. It didn’t offend her and never would — it was a mechanism that had been drilled into him for hundreds of years and it would take a very long time for him to be fully free of that. “And… well, when you insisted we head to the bedroom, I knew something was up,” she teased lightly, grinning at the sight of his ‘you got me’ smirk. Passionate, frequent shagging wasn’t uncommon for them, but the way he looked at her and the desperation filled in his touches and movements were silent confessions.

The Doctor sucked in a breath, the smile leaving his lips as he took a moment to cohere all his thoughts and… blimey, gather the confidence to be so vulnerable with Rose about this. Of course he knew he could be so with her, but it was still scary to admit such personal struggles and fears after all this time.

“Uh, today was a bit too close to home for my liking,” he explained in a rather awkward, embarrassed tone, scratching the back of his neck. “Made me think of… Torchwood and…” he trailed off, his voice growing tight and the ability to talk crashing fast as the need to cry quickly sprung up on him. Rose didn’t need any elaboration — she knew exactly what he was referring to.

“Oh, love, I’m so sorry,” she whispered, drawing him into a tight hug, stroking his hair and just holding him. “I didn’t mean to. Oh, love.”

That day, and their time apart, was something the couple never really moved on from. Almost losing Rose to the Void, and then dealing with the fact that they were separated for, what they knew at the time was, eternity had killed the both of them on the inside. It was a pain and a hurt that didn’t start to heal until their reunion, but even then, the fleetingness of their human life was a quiet reminder that they could so easily lose each other again.

“Just… just watching you disappear like that was horrifying,” he choked out, his tears spilling onto her shoulder and trickling down her skin. Her heart broke at the sensation as she cradled his trembling form, cooing to him softly.

When the Doctor saw Rose vanish in that bright light, it was a very distinct and uncanny reminder of the image of Pete catching her before whisking her away to their current world. It was a sick, cruel play on their trauma and it made him want to crumble away. But he knew he couldn’t, so he put all of his energy into distracting himself and pushing down the pure desire to just fall apart. The last time he’d let himself do that, in front of Donna with the Racnoss children, it was a dark feeling that felt so good because it numbed his agony. He did it because he was alone and had no consequence.

This time, he knew his wife would return and that he had his daughter to take care of too, so he packed it all away.

And now, in the safety of his wife’s arms, he let all of that emotion pour out.

“I know, I know,” she soothed, pressing a kiss to his hair and rubbing small circles into his skin. “But I came back, yeah? You didn’t lose me again — I just had to do something,” she reminded him. And like that, he stilled and calmed in her presence with her words of authority. He was a man devoted and entranced, taking her wisdom as the Holy Grail; his personal Bible.

He lifted up his head and gazed at her with wet eyes, smoothing away a few of her own that started to race down her cheeks.

“That’s right, Rose Tyler,” he whispered with a trembling smile. “I didn’t lose you.”

#doctor who fanfiction #ao3fic #ao3 works #read on ao3 #doctorrose #cross posted on ao3 #ao3 link #timepetals #ao3 author #metacrisisdoctorrose #tenrose #tentoo x rose microfic challenge

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purble-gaymer · 11 months

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alright @turtleplushi here’s some evil flavored meta knight

so for starters, this au is based on the simple premise of nightmare cursing galaxia before the gsa gets to it. it came to mind sometime back in october (so some style choices are pretty out of date). that was it for a few days, but the reason i mention i'll throw my emotions away is because i started listening to RIProducer about the same time and this song gave me a million more ideas to work with.

it starts pretty much the same as my normal interpretation of early mk and galaxia, being he hates it. he can't stand looking at it, let alone using it, knowing its retrieval resulted in the death of his friend. he drops it on the floor and kicks it under his cot, where it stays for the next month or so. things proceed as normal until he decides to pull it out one day. he picks it up and strangely finds the ruby a lot more enchanting than it used to be.

from that point on, he starts bringing it everywhere. it doesn't talk much at first, slowly building up mk's trust, and eventually during training it drops this:

now, naturally, he doesn't tell anyone about this. everyone thinks he's doing just fine--except jecra, anyway. he can tell something's wrong, and he's starting to think it's not just grief. if he asks mk about anything, the knight's response is a bit more hostile than it used to be. not always, but enough to notice it. surely he's just in the anger stage, right?

a lot of slow corruption and escalation happens in the middle chunk here, and along the way mk's perception and memories start to change. he thinks--no, he's certain the other members of the gsa don't care about him; they never did. they don't care that this war is putting so many people in danger, they don't care to help, they don't care meta knight lost one of his best friends, one of the greatest star warriors they had. what's stopping them from letting him die, from letting jecra die? he can't bear to lose anyone else. after months of spite and rage building up, he abandons his badge and swears to take revenge the gsa.

and, unfortunately, this eventually culminates in him trying to assassinate arthur. it doesn't go as planned. someone was there waiting for him.

after this, he runs and finds jecra, who was already looking for him. aforementioned blood question, meta knight is acting weirdly calm but also weirdly aggressive about this whole thing? jecra draws his sword and breaks the other's mask, and oops! mk has red eyes. super possessed. they have a big fight that ends with jecra disarming mk and shattering the ruby, breaking the curse.

there's some fallout that i never really got around to thinking about very much. dragato's fine, he's not too angry about the being stabbed thing since mk wasn't really in control. arthur's a fair bit more upset, even if his anger is sort of directionless now that the curse is gone and mk's back to normal. meta knight feels awful about the whole thing for a while. galaxia goes back to sitting stationary under his bed where he can't see it.

after a while, they get the ruby replaced, and to meta knight's horror the thing can still talk. it doesn't seem to be evil anymore, but it'll be a while before he's willing to trust it again.

i drew some things related to this, not too much but here's a couple. it was during a time when i was really unhappy with all my finished pieces, so i never posted anything, but i thought they'd be cool to share.

so that's that. i've got an adjacent 'meta knight doesn't escape from nme until way later' au but that one's just for fun cause evil mk is just a fun guy to write/draw (admittedly he is also deeply traumatized but that's a story for another time)

#long post #cw blood #do i put tags on this #kirby au #rhyn's art

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patorosa · 1 year

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Uh, so yeah,

I think this one is longer than the other sorry xd

These are the (not definitive) redesigns that I made for my fnafhs remake. Why these guys and not the main five? I like them more, and I have a better idea of what I want to change specifically as a band and for the individual characters, I'm just gonna talk about what their Dela was in the og series, my personal issues with each character and what I want to change about them.

The band

This is just about what their role was in the story when the band "The toys" (I will call them TT) were introduced.

As I mentioned before, the characters were introduced to attract fans to the series, when TT were presented, they were initially introduced to be rivals of the main cast (mc), they were implied to be more skilled, confident and to be friends since they were young, a pretty good way to show what the mc needed to work on to win the competition. Though, after that their role changed a bit, and the story stopped focusing on them as a group, since the main competition was often left behind, and showed different aspects of their personalities.

In my version they will also be rivals to the mc. They are, however, friend because of casualty, they never expected to be together as a group, but we're not complaining. Think of the study group from Community.

Meg (or mangle)

Apparently her full name is meglody tf

The bad bitch, the emo, the icon. After her song released you could see tons and tons of recolor of her sprites online. She is the lider of TT, the vocalist, in the first image you can see her og design with the character chart, her s2 design and my redesign on bottom left.

She is one of the characters with most development, since she was shown to have various relationships with other people outside her band (though she hated most people) but she isn't shown to have any kind of development, a real shame.

For her redesign, she has crutches, not as a Tragic Backstory ™ but because I think that the series doesn't really explore that eye thing that she has (is she blind, is it a glass eye, is it a normal eye? Who knows ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯), and also this was kinda inspired on the animatronic. Can someone help me to portray disability correctly?

Personality wise, she is someone likes it when she is control of her things, though, she tends to go to the bossy side. She is prideful on who she is, and won't let anyone hurt her or her friends, who are precious to her. Her strong personality may not be of everyones taste, but she doesn't want to appear to everyone. She's been under a lot of stress lately, and that has resulted in burst of anger towards anyone who crosses her when she is not in her best mood, lest just hope this doesn't affect her closer relationships.

When she and her friends heard about the band competition they decided that they would participate, she is the main singer bc the others say she has the prettiest voice of them (their words).

Bon (toy Bonnie)

Not to be confused with Usagi bon who was also inspired by toy Bonnie

My personal favorite, he is the character with most development in my opinion, and part of the most (in)famous yaoi shota ai ships in the series, guitarist in his band and apparently a confident personality. Again in the image is his 1s and 2s looks, plus my redesign. In my design he looks darker bcs I drew him from memory.

Ever since his introduction, the fandom has shipped him with Bonnie, leading to the shota ai story, that is mostly based on bon crushing hard on Bonnie and going on his journey from "wtf dude I'm not gay" to "well I might be gay" that never actually ends in them being a couple but rather a lot of baiting from the creators and like two or three subplots that go nowhere (the fiancee, the homophobic dad, bullying the nerd). Anyway, even with all that he does show some growth on standing up for what he cares about and whatever, also, the ship got like two unrelated miniseries of 6 chapters each.

If you look closely (pls don't), it's clear that my design is closer to the 1s version, just with a sweater instead of that weird sleeve thing. I don't really like the 2s design bcs of a bigger problem with his character. I kept him a guitarist bcs is one of his main characteristic besides the homosexuality.

Now, my main focus on the rewrite of this character is around the treatment that he got with the ship material, since his only purpose was to make a romantic subplot, his original confident personality is changed to "UwU I'm not gay UnU" which I hate btw. So in my version he is going to be over the top confident, especially with his guitar skills, which makes him insufferable to other people to be around at times. In the yaoi department he is still going to be interested in Bonnie, so don't worry bout that.

He was the first to try and convince his friends to join the band competition, as a way to show off his skills beyond his performances at the park that he goes everyday after school. Huh, I wonder why he always gets home so late...

Joy (toy chica)

I forgot about her for a minute :P, there's no yellow font to match her :(

You know how in animes shen there's a rival team there's always a cute waifu who is just for fanservice? Well she's that waifu, and the fanservice goes around her being shippable, instead of the other kind of fanfiction. She's the pure, cute girl who is kind to everyone, no matter what (thinking of it, I don't remember her being angry). She also sings in the band (I think) and is constantly supporting other characters in their personal growth, while showing almost nothing herself. Uhh, what else? She sings kpop. The images are in the same order as the other two.

As you may have noticed, Joy has almost no role or personality in the story, she could've been replaced with a sign most of the time, and has little relationships with other characters (we barely know her role in the band).

I tried to add some ruffles and fancy accessories to her school outfit, more in the cutesy side, she would dress in lolita style, and adapt her style to the school regulations. Since she doesn't have much going on in her og designs.

I tried giving her a twist to her personality, so that she appears all kind and cute when you first meet her, but starts acting condescending at times, and other times straight up insulting you with her little :3 face. Though she claims that it's out of her control and tries to stop doing it, people around her are very careful in her presence, maybe to the point of straight up excluding her. Not her friends of course, since they may be the only ones that invite her to do things together.

A band competition sounded like a lot of work to joy, especially when she didn't know how to play an instrument of her own, but her friends insisted that they could teach her to play the bass, she just needed to get the hang of it

Toddy (toy Freddy)

Hated for crimes she didn't do 😔

For some weird reason she wasn't introduced with the rest of TT, making an appearance later in the series as (I'm not joking) Bon's fiancee, since then she was hated and put aside by everyone. Due to her brief appearances, she only has been used to make silly little jokes, forgetting the whole engagement, she plays the triangle for a joke, and also doesn't have character development. The world has been so unfair to her 😞✊.

Isn't it weird that the purposefully hateable character is dark skinned? Anyway, she is shown to be vain, arrogant, and in need for constant attention, with almost no positive qualities whatsoever. She's also shipped with a random character, no that you need to care because is part of the joke :).

I had always thought that dark skin characters in fnafhs had an ashy look to them, that's why I made her skin more vibrant, it may look redish, but that's bcs I used the orange background and it doesn't look as intense in there. Her outfit is accompanied with a lot of accessories, just to show off and shine. She is fancy and she will let you know it.

Her personality would be more down to earth than the others, she is more open about other people and tries to reason if conflict arrives, but if she considers it necessary, she will not doubt to completely cut ties with anyone, though it often leaves the confused.

Lately she haven't been hanging around the others as much as before, and refuses to participate in the competition, or to explain why.

#:*3 #fnafhs #im tired of so much text #x.x #<= me rn

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sheltershock · 11 months

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So I wanted to think up what parts of Sasha and Milla would appear if they had the archetype ability! Which was in the back of my head for about a week now. I limited myself to four, since that’s how many Cassies there are, and each one is fairly extreme to push a certain part of their character. I also considered how often each archetype would be immediately recognized(y’know “the person you are with X”?) and how the Milla’s archetypes would react to Sasha and vice versa. Because they are very special to each other, and would have special responses.

I’ve also included one archetype to be the “most likely to be evil.” Since I think a good use of this power is to demonstrate that anyone could become a villain given the circumstances. So like how the Librarian Cassie became the Die-Brarian, Sasha and Milla have their own specific archetypes where, pushed too far, would eventually make them villains.

Also I didn’t draw the archetypes because I’m a slow drawer and then this post would never be made, so I made sure to include some descriptions. Also keep in mind that I believe archetypes are based on the person’s artstyle! So Raz’s would look totally different to Sasha’s since it would look like he drew it. So try to visualize their aesthetics, okay?

Okay!

Scientist(Sasha): The side that most people at Headquarters are familiar with. Scientific curiosity embodied, all the way from childlike to morbid. Will find the answer to a question or request made to him, the ethics of the question or the process are ignored. Has no sense of morality. Would turn evil given the chance and go full evil mad scientist. He looks like normal lab wear Sasha, but angles are a bit more sharp and has a medical mask over his face. Is terrified of Milla, regardless where on the morality scale he currently is.

Agent/Mentor(Sasha): The side that Raz is most familiar with. Dressed in his standard PN1 outfit. Extremely organized and knows exactly where everything is. Can explain complex psychological and psychic concepts to children. Is just a super cool and capable agent. However he falls into the same pitfalls the Scientist Archetype does, hyperfocuses on finishing the mission, and disregards ethics or morals. Except this archetype uses the “means justifies the end” for saving others, instead of satisfying curiosity. Relaxes a bit when his partner, Milla Vodello is around. Sometimes pauses to admire Milla’s work.

Craftsman(Sasha): The side Milla is the most giddy to see. Everything creative, crafty or hands-on is attributed to this archetype. Wears the most colors out of all the archetypes, along with overalls/craftsperson attire. Seems the most aware that he’s made of “paper.” Is the most expressive, and most likely to reveal anything about his feelings, by which I mean you will be directed to an emotional creation which the initial emotion can be assumed. The most outwardly expressive he is is when Milla is nearby. And that expression is excited, very very excited, and loving/romantic.

Inner Child(Sasha): (I’m stealing this idea from an inner child Raz archetype idea.) The side Sasha himself is the most familiar with. Rarely shows up at all. Very anxious and skittish, to the point that staring too long might make him disappear. Is silent most of the time, but when he does speak only says one or two word sentences. Looks like the child version of Sasha from his second memory vault, but…sketchier and scratchier. Can blend in with Figments as long as they’re black or green in color. Sole holder of the Moral Compass, and hoards it like it’s an extra organ. Would help/assist you if you were in danger, but only in specific circumstances. He has strict rules and regulations with the Compass, but does not communicate what those rules and regulations are. Is willing to stick around slightly longer when Milla is there, but keeps his distance. He likes when she brings snacks.

Mother(Milla): The side every child is not aware they’re familiar with. Kind and comforting to every soul, even to adults. She’s always there to make a meal, tend a wound, or lend an ear to someone in need. Dressed in the orphanage uniform. Unfortunately, the edges of her paper cutout are charred… Recognizes every child she’s ever interacted with as her “queridinho!” and gives them a warm embrace. Recognizes Sasha, but finds it hard to speak as fluently as she normally does around him. She was shocked when he instantly recognized her though.

Agent(Milla): The side readers of True Psychic Tales are most familiar with. Her outfit is hard to see, since she’s always twisting, blending and floating like a sheet of paper, but she’s wearing her outfit during the Casino Mission in PN2! Extremely capable and can’t manage to keep herself on the ground for longer than five seconds. She’s every girl spy character ever. Has the ability to boost herself in the air, when she does, her entire body flashes colorfully as she takes off/glides. And for a few seconds her spy outfit switches to her classic PN1 outfit to match the colors! When her boost runs out though she’s back to her normal spy wear. Gets a boost of confidence around Sasha.

Party Girl(Milla): The side her friends are most familiar with. Rambunctious, risky and risqué, she’s ready to take on the night! Dressed like her noble disguise during Milla’s Adventures! with high heels, a low cut dress, and a messy, but elegant bun. She’s very sparkly. Everytime she appears, oddly enough a strong soundtrack follows? Cassie didn’t teach Agent Vodello that, what- Tracks and follows every relationship tree in her proximity, she’s the one you go to for gossip. Actively flirts with every guy and girl around her. This side is the most likely to turn evil, into a powerful and dangerous femme fatale. Truly worthy of the title of “Mental Minx.” Has a difficult time recognizing Sasha, and if she does she’d immediately pull him aside and ask why he’s at one of her parties. She’s used to giving him an invitation, but knows he wouldn’t show up without a good reason.

The Aftermath(Milla): The side Sasha is most familiar with. The part she tries to hide away from everyone. The heartbreak that comes after losing a child. The low point after you come down off of adrenaline. The nausea that comes the morning after a full night of drinking. When there’s no more energy left in the day for motherhood, or missions, or partying, this is that side. The side that makes you want to curl up in bed and watch TV from under the covers with takeout. The suppressed undesirable feelings that come with the day. The Depression. But slowing down can be comfortable. Wears a nice pink bathrobe, worn down slippers and long, unstyled hair. Carries a pillow. Could offhandedly make you question your place in the universe. Smiles when she sees Sasha, is extremely loving and chill.

#psychonauts #psychonauts 2 #milla vodello #sasha nein #headcanons #archetype headcanons #so I said “evil milla” would be the “mental minx” so how about “evil Sasha being the “mad slice-intist?”#im sorry that was too corny #but if for some reason you want to draw this you can #I think seeing aftermath and craftsman hanging out would be cute #also little thing I didn’t put in there: I think scientist and inner child would hate each other #for no particular reason #I think the millas would for the most part though #anyway good night everyone

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