#i should draw dust more often hes fun
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dust belongs to ask-dusttale
#tw eyestrain#eyestrain tw#i like when people use funky colors#i made his hood a bunch of colors take that liberals /j#i should draw dust more often hes fun#even if dusttale is soooooo ooc#whatevs#dust sans#dusttale#undertale#utmv#undertale multiverse#sans#sans undertale#error art
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*Gasp* Can we get 1870! Cowboy Au Valeria??? What would she be??? How would she meet her partner??? Is it slow burn or do they move fast??? Does she try to kill her partner, like enemies to lovers or maybe it's lovers to enemies to lovers?!?!
I don't know what this is, I just want more Valeria....
Can I please have more of her ಥ╭╮ಥ
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Actually yeah you can because I have ideas for her and Los Vaqueros in the 1870 au, I'll do Alejandro and Rudy later, here's Valeria:
El Sin Nombre is an outlaw that no one has managed to come even close to capturing. Their gang is feared and loved in equal measure, both for the safety they provide and the money they take for providing it. It's a large bounty on El Sin Nombre's head, large enough to draw the most desperate of gunslingers, or the stupidest. A bounty that big is basically a warning. You're not one to get involved in squabbles like that. You think in another life being a gunslinger might be fun, but in this one you're a stable hand. A horse trainer on a good day, a muck shoveler on a bad one.
On the best days you get to see Valeria. She's not in town often, only when she's looking to break in a new horse or collect a shipment of some kind, but when she is it's like the whole world holds its breath. You hold your breath, until she tells you to relax. She always looks over your horses with a critical eye, asks you questions about their health, their speed, whether they spook easy, if they've ever been out in the dust. You don't know what sort of work she does, but you know it wears her horse down fast.
The poor creature is always in need of something when she rides into town. It's a lovely chestnut stallion, that you think might be the proudest horse you've ever had the misfortune of trying to care for. You've been nipped by it more times than you can count. Really you should stop accepting its reins, but every time Valeria holds them out to you, you have to take them. You can't ignore an animal in need anyway. Especially when she thanks you every time you hand him back.
"He's just as good as new," she compliments, petting the horse's neck. The animal preens at her touch.
"I called the ferrier and got him new shoes, gave him a bath, he had a small abscess in his mouth but a little salt water'll clear that up quick," you pat the horse's flank and try not to flinch away from the stamp of its foot.
"Play nice, I like this one," Valeria coos to it in Spanish. You don't think she knows you speak her mother tongue, you're never sure how to bring that up.
"Did your, uh, business go well?" You ask, trying to make conversation. Valeria signals for one of the men she's with to pay you and hooks her foot in her stirrup to swing onto the horse's back.
"What do you think, did it go well?" She asks her group, the Spanish lilts off her tongue in a way that drives you half mad. One of the men laughs.
"As well as a bullet through the brain, and more money in our pockets."
Valeria hums, you pretend you didn't hear or understand that. It makes your blood run cold to think about. You do this a lot around Valeria, pretending you don't have suspicions about her work, fearing and loving her in equal measure. She really looks beautiful from the ground, the sun shining behind her head and casting dark shadows over her face.
"Things always go well for me," she tells you in english, and you believe her. You think the earth would quit spinning if she asked it to. All the stars in the sky would line up perfectly straight if she commanded.
"That's good," you nod, taking the money offered to you by her subordinate graciously. It's always smart to be gracious when dealing with people you suspect.
"Do you like working here, this-" She grimaces, "-shithole?"
"I like it better when you're here," you tell her honestly, it's good to be honest with people you suspect as well. You never want to be caught in a lie that could cost your life. Better to be honest, especially when it's complimentary.
Valeria laughs, throws her head back and laughs. You think that's a good sign. When she finishes, she pulls her hat from her head and leans to settle it on yours. "You should be careful with your sweet talk," she tips the hat low over your eyes, "next time I might steal you too."
You push her hat back as she snaps her reins to take off down the street. The sun might be getting to you with how warm you feel. You think something might've just happened, you hope it was something good. Because you're starting to think the man with no name might be a woman, and that is a much more dangerous line of thinking.
#1870s!cowboy#outlaw!Valeria#valeria garza#valeria x reader#valeria cod#valeria x you#idk if the hat rule was a thing in the 1870s but damn if valeria isnt coming back for you#ma'am you can steal me any time#🐇 anon#i think we r gonna do marshal ale and ranger rudy#those fit the best#i think its kinda slow burn because reader is trying to not get killed#but valeria knows what she wants and takes it
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Mayday Hayday Gift Exchange
I had the absolute pleasure of participating in this years' Ikeseries gift exchange hosted by @olivermorningstar and @lorei-writes, and I got the wonderful @tulipsaisle for my giftee. She has a wonderful OC that was fun to write about and I hope I did her justice. Thank you all for the opportunity to join in on this amazing experience!
Fox Fashion
Shiloh scratched the tabby cat’s back, taking a break from running her stall at the day’s slow peak. It was so heartwarming for her attention to be rewarded with purring delight and affectionate head bumps.
Paying attention to the cat also had the added benefit of Shiloh being able to ignore Nokto Klein.
“Shi-loooooh,” Nokto sing-songed as though he’d not been yapping for the past five minutes about his latest conquest at some ball he just attended. Couldn’t he have picked a more interesting topic? It’s not like Nokto wasn’t a great storyteller: the way he could draw in a crowd as he utilized his honey-smooth voice and descriptive embellishments was near unparalleled, but he so often wasted his talents by telling tales no one wanted to hear, least of all Shiloh.
“Did you hear something, Minou?” Shiloh cooed at the cat, “All I heard was the wind. If only it would blow its hot air somewhere else, huh?”
“Come now, I’m sure there are better ways for me to put my mouth to use than just blowing air, hmmm?” Nokto purred. Shiloh clucked her tongue and turned her face away so he couldn’t see her red cheeks. She always struggled to think up a good comeback when he toed the line of vulgarity like that.
“Be honest, dear,” Nokto said, angling his body to try and catch a peek of her face, “is a cat you see every day really more interesting than a prince specifically stopping by to visit you?”
“Oh, of course not,” Shiloh waved Nokto off. She took a small toy mouse out of the pocket of her dress (it was worth making friends with the best seamstress in town) and tossed it on the ground for Minou to play with. “If Licht were to stop by, I’d be happy to sit him down for some tea and snacks.”
“Just Licht?” Nokto prompted.
“Well, there’s also Leon, Jin, Yves,” Shiloh counted on her fingers as she listed everyone aside from Nokto, “I heard Prince Keith is a good conversationalist and knows a lot about flowers, I wouldn’t mind picking his brain about them, and there’s-”
“I think I get it,” Nokto said dryly, “so foxes rank pretty low under cats with you.” He reached out to boop Minou’s nose, causing the cat to scrunch her face adorably. “What am I going to have to do to make you change your mind?”
Shiloh raised an eyebrow at him in disbelief. “Do you really think you can compare with Minou’s gentle sweetness? Her precious curled feetsies?”
“I don’t think any human can compare to that,” Nokto admitted. That was suspicious. Usually he didn’t give up so-
“But I can show you a different kind of pleasure that’s just as delightful.”
-soon. “Unless you’re talking about the pleasure of silence, I’m not interested,” Shiloh said, dusting her dress as she stood up, ready to refocus on her shop.
Nokto laughed and said, “I’ll get you to admit my charms one day, Miss Hayes.”
* * *
“Ugh!” Shiloh groaned as she fanned herself with her hand, “Why can’t spring last longer?” Maybe she should upgrade from an outdoor stall to a shopfront-then she’d have more than just shade to protect herself.
At least she wasn’t suffering alone. Nokto had shown up minutes ago, having heard the same thing from Celine, the seamstress, about a surprise showing up around now. And Nokto wasn’t any better in the heat than she was. “I can easily say this isn’t my preferred method of working up a sweat,” he agreed, asking for the second time, “Are you sure you don’t want to close up and go to a cafe? I’d never imply you were anything other than a delight to look at, but you’re turning a shade of red that even I normally can’t get out of you.”
“No thanks,” Shiloh stood her ground, though there was a part of her that couldn’t deny being tempted, “but if you can’t handle it, I won’t think less of you for needing to escape to safety.”
“Such a kind offer. But I’m not callous enough to leave you out here all by yourself. Why, what if you were to feel faint under the-” Nokto sputtered a bit when Shiloh frantically shushed at him to be quiet, flapping her hands in his face. She’d just spotted Celine’s surprise trot around the corner.
“Oh. My. God!!!” she shrieked, taking in the sight of Minou in the most adorable little getup Shiloh had ever seen. Never in a million years would Shiloh ever imagine she’d see Minou in a dress, but here she was, watching the tabby proudly prance over to her, wearing a tiny, flowery-there were roses! And junipers!-green sundress, perfectly sized and aimed at making Shiloh lose her mind with cuteness overload.
“Well, that’s certainly something,” Nokto observed over Shiloh’s gushing, “That must have been a struggle, to wrangle a cat into that outfit.”
“It’s worth it,” Shiloh declared in awe, “she’s the most precious thing I’ve ever seen. And such a good idea! How many people would jump on the idea of outfits for their pets? Celine could start a whole line of clothing for pets-the fabric and labour costs would be much lower, too. Oh, she’s brilliant!”
Nokto watched on as Shiloh began muttering about the process of the fashion industry and how it can accommodate Celine’s project. “This is what gets you going, is it?” he chuckled in amusement, “Regular clothes just aren’t enough for you anymore so now you need a tiny version to get excited over?”
Shiloh cut off her rambling, a hand on her hip as she addressed Nokto, “When a new line drops, I’ll be all too happy to talk your ear off about it. Don’t for one second think I’ve given up one of my big loves in life. But come on!” she gestured toward Minou, who was in the middle of grooming herself, “I challenge you to find anything cuter than a cat in a dress.”
“Sounds like a tough challenge,” Nokto said, a sudden gleam in his eyes, “what do I get if I win?”
That didn’t sound good at all. Shiloh eyed Nokto warily, wondering what the tricky fox was up to. But it wasn’t like she could take it back-withdrawing now would just make it look like she thought Nokto could actually do it. She would have to face this head on. “If you can succeed, I’ll take you up on one of your non-sexual! invitations.”
Nokto’s grin made her immediately regret her words. “Sounds like a deal. I hope you keep to your word.”
Ah, great. Shiloh blamed her poor decision on the awful heat.
* * *
Well, today was the day. Nokto had messaged Shiloh to let her know he was ready to show her something cuter, and Shiloh could only hope that he came up with something perverted; it would be a pain to deal with, but at least she lose and be dragged along on whatever plan he had up his sleeves. All Shiloh could do was count down the minutes until the time Nokto promised to arrive, her eyes boring holes at the street corner he should come down.
She’d wracked her brain, trying to think of every possibility available, but when Nokto finally rounded that corner, she realized nothing could prepare her. Shiloh slapped her palm over her mouth to stop herself from bursting out laughing at the sight before her.
“Well?” Nokto twirled for her, the hem of the dress he wore flaring out with the motion, “What do you think?”
“Wh-why?” Shiloh wheezed behind her hand, still struggling not to laugh despite the realization that the dress actually looked good on Nokto. He’d gotten it tailored to his measurements and picked a colour that went well with his skin tone, so he was clearly taking it seriously . . . kinda. Nokto hadn’t passed up the opportunity to be as, well, slutty as possible: the dress was a slinky little number, the neckline was cut as low as physically possible, and there was a slit along his right thigh nearly to the waist, revealing pantyhose of all things! Why was he like this?!
Nokto struck a couple of unnecessarily sexy poses, “Because it’s clear that the only thing cuter than a cat in a dress is a fox in a dress, wouldn’t you say?”
Shiloh had a lot she wanted to say, such as “but you’re not an actual fox” and “then why didn’t you wear a cute dress?”, but none of that mattered more than telling him, “There’s no way this counts.” Nokto just smirked, like he was prepared to debate this all day if he had to, and Shiloh knew, with a dawning sort of horror, that she’d sealed her fate the moment she set up that condition.
Maybe she could still get something out of it if she convinced Nokto to wear a dress to whatever party he wanted to drag her to-at least that would give her something positive to look forward to in the face of her crushing defeat.
#ikepri#ocexchange2024#mayday heyday#my fics#first time i've written something for someone else#i didn't expect it to be this exciting and nervewracking#nokto klein
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Sultan's Shore (Kalim x GN!Reader)
Kalim’s sparkling white smile was almost blinding. His ruby eyes twinkled with happiness, his sun-kissed skin speckled with seawater. The young man was having the time of his life. He turned to you as he filled his bucket with yet another pound of wet sand. “[Y/n]! How’s the moat coming along?”
“It’s going great!” You continued to pat down sand with your little shovel as Kalim trotted over. “I just need a bit more wet sand to pack in the walls around the moment, and then it’ll be finished!”
“Awesome!” Kalim knelt next to you and set his bucket of soppy sand between you. “I think this should be enough for that.”
You nodded in agreement. You dug your shovel into the bucket and fished out some of the makeshift cement and brought it to the moat. You put a clump at its edge before you patted it down, securing it in place. You glanced up at the rest of you and Kalim’s sandcastle. It wasn’t the most glamorous, but it was coming along quite nicely. You honestly never expected Kalim to be so good at making sandcastles, but the man had some surprises in him yet. You chuckled as you eyed the little seashell Kalim had placed atop the tallest tower of the structure: the crown jewel of the palace.
“I love making sandcastles,” Kalim said as he began constructing yet another small tower. “My siblings and I love going down to the beach; we often have contests on who can make the best sandcastle.” His eyes suddenly lit up - you could practically see the lightbulb atop his head. “We should have one here! Tomorrow!”
You smiled at his enthusiasm. “That sounds like fun! I know many would enjoy it - but it might be best if we separated people into teams. There’d be more space that way, and it’d allow for us to make even bigger sandcastles.”
“Yeah!” Kalim’s grin was as bright as the sun. “That’s such a good idea. You’re amazing, [Y/n]!”
You let out a chuckle, your cheeks now dusted a bit pink. “Well, it’s not the most unique idea. I just thought it’d be fun.” To try and save yourself from further flustering, you moved the conversation along. “Should we separate teams by dorm or by randomly chosen groups?”
“I think random groups would be cool.” Kalim gave a small pout as his small tower grumbled soon after he lifted the bucket. “How do we do that though?”
“We could have people draw straws,” you suggested. You helped Kalim reconstruct his failed tower as you continued. “Or we could draw colored strips from a hat. Either way, the ones with the same things drawn would be on the same team.”
Kalim’s smile quickly returned - both by your ideas and by how this tower did not grumble. “I’ll get it set up then! I hope Jamil and I will be on the same team…wait, I should try to aim to be on an opposite team.”
“Why?”
“So I don’t rely on him as much.” Kalim began to decorate the sandy structure with more shells. “He does so much for me already, and we’re almost always on the same team since we’re both in Scarabia. I need to show Jamil I can be independent; he needs to see that he can do other things without having to worry about me.”
Your heart softened in that instant. You knew why Kalim felt that way; even if it was months ago, Jamil’s overblot was still on his mind. When he realized just how little Jamil had gotten to live because of him, Kalim felt genuine remorse. He still wished to be friends with Jamil - but, above all else, he cared for his well-being and feelings. There were many people at the college who didn’t have the same heart as Kalim…he really was a kind, sweet man. Your smile softened as you patted Kalim’s hand.
“I’m sure Jamil would appreciate that, Kalim.” Then, for a moment, you exchanged your smile for a frown. “But will you be okay? I know how much you love to spend time with Jamil.”
“Yeah, I’ll be fine.” Kalim reassured you with another bright smile, eyes shining with determination. “Besides, I have other friends I can be on a team with. There’s Cater, Lilia, Silver; I’d really love to be on a team with you, too, [Y/n]!”
You let out a small laugh. “I’m not very good at making sandcastles, Kalim. I’m surprised this moat turned out as well as it did. I don’t know how much helped I’d be.”
“It doesn’t matter to me whether or not you’re good.” Kalim scoot a little closer to you, eyes fixated on yours. Your foreheads almost touched…you felt your heart flutter. “All that matters is if you’re there having fun with me.”
Had Kalim always been this pretty? You knew he was sweet, he always was, but…something about the look in his eyes, the way he spoke to you now, was different. Before you could discern it further, a voice from across the beach caught both of your attentions.
“Kaliiiimm!” You both turned your heads to see Lilia further up the beach. One hand held his parasol, while the other held two glasses of…something. Likely some tropical drink - non-alcoholic, of course. If it weren’t for the thin stems at the bottom of the glasses, you’d wonder how Lilia could carry them in one hand. “You have to try this drink - it’s delectable!” As the third year drew near, he tucked the parasol under his chin and offered the glasses to the two of you.
“Oh, thanks Lilia!” Kalim stretched out his hand and took one of the glasses. He glanced over his shoulder at you as he sat back on his heels, “Here, [Y/n], I’ll share it with you.”
“Actually,” Lilia offered the other glass to you, parasol back in his other hand, “this is for you, [Y/n]. I couldn’t leave you without a refreshment.” The fae’s eyes narrowed, a mischievous glint in his red orbs as he smirked. “As cute as it would be for the two of you to share, I can’t have you exchanging saliva just yet.”
Neither of you said a word as Lilia walked away - as if he hadn’t left you two red in the face. After a moment of stunned, embarrassed silence, you and Kalim finally met each other’s eye. He gave you an awkward smile and laugh as he raised his glass. “W-Well, let’s drink! If Lilia says they’re good, they must be!”
You returned his awkward smile, though yours was a tad shy. “Y-Yeah…”
So, the two of you sipped your drinks and continued to build your sandcastle. Lilia was right, they were good…but his words haunted your mind. They lingered too much, apparently. You could have sworn Kalim kept glancing in your direction when you weren’t looking. You two ended up naming your sandcastle ‘Sultan’s Shore’ - and Kalim did not hesitate to make clear he would always love to share that shore with you.
#Twisted Wonderland: Beach Episode Mini Series#twisted wonderland#my work#twst#twst kalim x reader#kalim al asim#kalim al asim x reader#lilia vanrouge#twst lilia#gender neutral reader#sandcastles
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How about a Steve blurb where the reader tells him he looks great in the yellow sweater?
Oh man that outfit is one of my favorites on him. I might have to control myself from getting too dirty in this one lol but I’ll make it sweet too! But this outfit ugh 😍
Steve knew you were staring at him, that much you knew. You kept seeing him glance at you, a quizzical look on your face.
Although it was going to be a busy day of driving the kids around, working out the latest supernatural mystery of Hawkins and the mundane chores like grocery shopping, your boyfriend had gone for comfort in today’s outfit.
He wore loose fitting gray pants and a yellow sweater, which not only looked great on him, but was super soft. The only way you’d known that was because you’d made the excuse of hugging him or touching him, a few random times, just so you could feel the fabric. It was as soft as you imagined.
You didn’t remember this sweater. If it wasn’t new, you were wondering why he didn’t wear it more often. In fact, you were tempted to beg him to buy it in every color. Something about it just kept drawing your attention to him—even more so than usual.
“Alright, out with it. Why do you keep staring at me? Do I have dried toothpaste on my face or something?” Steve chuckled, putting his hands on his hips.
“Steve, what material is your sweater made out of?” you questioned, eyeing the bright yellow garment.
“Uh, I don’t know. Why?”
“It’s definitely boyfriend material,” you nodded your head definitively.
He groaned at your joke, even though you were partially serious. You weren’t sure which should come with a warning label more—Steve or the sweater because Steve in this sweater was doing things to you.
“Is that why you’ve been staring at me all day?” he asked, brow cocked.
“You just look really, really good in that sweater.”
Even though you genuinely meant it as a compliment, you couldn’t help but bite your lip.
He flushed the tiniest bit, just a hint of pink dusting his cheeks and it made you smile. It wasn’t every day you could render Steve Harrington speechless.
“Although you look really great without it on too,” you smirked, causing his eyes to widen before glancing around, panicked.
“Shh! There’s kids around!”
You chuckled, peering around the forest to see the kids far enough either ahead or behind you to not pick up on the conversation. Currently, you were making your way to Skull Rock on a hunch of Dustin’s. Dustin, claiming he was right had headed the opposite direction with half the group and the other half had stuck with you and Steve going—which Steve claimed adamantly—the right way.
“I’m just being honest,” you grinned innocently, “You look good in and out of that sweater. But since I can’t have you naked right now, I’m more than happy to settle for that sweater.”
You hugged his side quickly, placing a kiss to the side of his neck.
“Although I may have to borrow it because it’s really cozy. And wear nothing under it. You know, just for fun.”
You winked at him as one of the kids called for you.
“Coming!” you shouted back.
He stared at you slack jawed as you jogged ahead before turning towards him real quick.
“Love you!” Your smile smile towards him was sweet as you walked backwards, telling him one last thing before you ran to join the group ahead.
“Yellow is definitely your color, Steve.”
#steve harrington#steve harrington fluff#steve harrington blurb#steve harrington fic#steve harrington x you#steve harrington x fem!reader#steve harrington x reader#stranger things#stranger things blurb
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Spyroll (Redo)
(Cometling)
Sorry for the lack of activity, been really caught up with stuff lately. It is the holidays after all. I plan to do the last main character before the year ends.
"Oh jeez, i-is this really necessary? Can I skip this introduction thing? I'm not sure people would care to kno-"
Here is this shooting star guy, Spyroll! He is-
"Aaa! you don't have to say it so loud!"
Ahem, he is shy, reserved but very inquisitive. He gets scared very easily, embarrasses himself often, probably wets the bed but if he gets pushed too far, he can-
"What?! No I don't do that. I am not a coward!"
Spyroll is a Cometling, strange beings made of energy. Despite this, he is cold to the touch. They can use their energy to help with their daily tasks or in Spyroll's case, as a weapon! He shoots blast projectiles of his own energy to attack enemies. This makes him great for ranged combat. Some of his special attacks include him blasting off his entire arm to use as a missile. Don't worry it grows back instantly.
Unfortunately, I never got around to programming any of the other 2 protagonists so I don't have anything to show regarding their combat abilities. He would've focused on projectile attacks and somewhat ranged combat. More so than the others.
Cometlings are notable for having a "core" in the center of their bodies. This artifact serves as their soul and is the source of their powers. In fact, it has the energy that keeps them alive for their entire lifespan, technically making them immortal beings that don't require sustenance. However, once this core runs out of energy, the individual fizzles out in a bang and dies for good. They are not invincible but can live for a long, long time.
Spyroll's core/soul
Cometlings are proficient with electrical mechanisms and anything related to them. This is due to the fabric of energy that encompasses their bodies. A quality that enabled them to communicate through energy charges. An instant language only they can understand. Without needing to convey expressions, their faces were rendered obsolete and time got rid of them eventually.
Cometlings. I should mention that I occasionally draw Spyroll with a face just for fun. Perhaps this is what his face would look like if Cometlings still had one.
Spyroll gets nervous quite easily. Despite this, he is rather optimistic and sees life in the best way possible trying to find hope in the direst of situations. Cometlings have a dust tail that is often treated as a sort of hair. Spyroll keeps his wavy and long.
Random works of him
Backstory
Spyroll lives in a futuristic society. Cometling innovations have progressed so much over time due to their semi-immortality that their cities have become monolithic mazes of houses, factories, and shipyards. This much progress has caused a mass disconnect among people though.
Spyroll is a solitary guy with little to no acquaintances. He enjoys repairing and creating contraptions in his spare time. Sharing his latest works through the Cometling equivalent of the internet. He is quite well known but nobody truly knows him or cares for his true self. This has made him a very isolated and introverted dude.
He only finds comfort in his hobby. One he is incredibly talented at.
With so much time to live but nobody to share it with, what even is his purpose?
If only someone took the time to check on him. Maybe things will change on one eventful day...
Inspiration
As his species' name suggests, Cometlings are anthropomorphic comets. His body is the Gas tail while his "hair" is the Dust tail. His head is the Nucleus.
Just like Cometlings, comets eventually fizzle out after thousands of years. It is a natural part of their existence.
As for his design, he was inspired by George Méliès' The Eclipse, in which his wife is seen playing a "Wandering Star". You can see the references pretty clearly lol. I designed Spyroll years ago and this design really stuck with me. He originally even had a dress too but changed it to shorts cause it would be easier to animate.
Very self-explanatory lol
I'll be honest, I treat him quite poorly for being a main character. I barely have art of him or his backstory that figured out. I do plan to make more for him eventually.
His very first design. Excuse the bad camera.
Huh...
Addendum
Once again, I completely forgot about his current design outfit lol. It was inspired by Mamoru from Mamorukun Curse. I thought he looked cool and I love the music from the game. Haven't played it though but I wanna.
Spyroll if he was anime
#3d modeling#blender#original character#digital art#art#original oc#gamedev#space#soul trail#ambystoman#lowpoly#comet#shooting star#george melies
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hello there :D
I’ve never done an ask before so here it goes.
to my favorite creator on tumblr!
I have always had this theory that Dust and Horror are very fidgety and often need to do something with their hands, I have always thought that sometimes Horror, Dust and Error (I know Error isn’t in this story but he is in mine) would just sit by the fire and do their own fidgety crafts, Dust does origami since it is delicate and takes time distracting him from his thoughts, Horror likes to cross stitch, and Error knits. I was just wondering if they do anything like that, maybe a fidgety craft like that could help Dust with his nerves and baby depression (it helps me :D).
Lastly, I saw someone mention the boys coming out to Nightmare, what are your head cannons on their sexualities?
I love your work and can’t wait to read more, take your time and have fun. And here, a sketch, Gooptales and Sky children of the light
Hello!
It's okay, I honestly get nervous sending in asks myself. Welcome to my ask box, and feel free to send in anything anytime. I try to answer most of them I recieve.
And what an honor to have such a title! Thank you!
I love your idea! It is nice for the boys to have hobbies to occupy their minds and hands other than mischief! Really, what you shared is a pleasant scene I could see playing out.
For HNBD, though, it would be mostly Killer with his whittling once he takes up that hobby. Dust just likes reading, and is good at sitting still and letting his mind drift off into space adventures in his book. Maybe one day, he will try writing one. But right now, he just would rather read. Horror, with his hunting that he will start, likes leather working as not being wasteful extends to more than food to him. To him, using 100% of an animal he kills is how he honors and respects the creatures that sustain him. Cross likes training, gaming, and occasionally sketching and journaling. As for the Growing Up
GoopTales offshoot, well, the boys do join clubs which will kind of answer that. Cross joins track and field as he stays fairly active. Horror doesn't join on at the school, Nightmare helps him find a hunters club, and he also decides to be a boy scout. He's an outdoors kind of guy. Killer ends up joining the drama club and taking such classes. He finds a love for Shakespeare, and it makes Nightmare so happy to hear him in his room practicing his lines. Plays are perfect for him, but he can't read them while sitting. Reading has been difficult for him since his soul was mutated, but since lines are split up, and it is meant to be read aloud, with voices, he can focus on it. As for Dust, he didn't want to join any at first, but Killer kept dragging him along. Eventually, he slips away one day and finds the chess club... he also finds out about the creative writing club and joins both since they meet on different days.
I honestly don't feel like discussing that, sorry. Just know, my main ship is Soriel, and if I see a Sans, I want to give them a Toriel, and if I see a Toriel, they should have a Sans. That's the way my brain is programmed. I do actually have a Toriel picked out for Dream. But trying to not spill all my Soriel headcanons all over the UTMV too quickly. XD (After all, there is FuzzyNight, then my fics I am slowly writing when in romance moods: The HouseKeeper for Killer and Soul Fire Blues for Dust. I think that's enough for now)
What an adorable drawing! Thank you so much for sharing this! I will have to add it to my collection of art! I love seeing them following Nightmare like little ducklings. It warms my heart. And love the cape you gave Nightmare!
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can i ask some stuff aboutyour ocs you mightve already said/shown at some point on the askblog . thank you in advance either wayyy
how does NS even "know" to blame NWB for his suffering? how well does he remember the conflux fuckening?
it seems like FTA has seen NS at their happiest post-trauma, which is. sad. why does he hate them?
does Wayback intentionally self-isolate from the rest of his group, cuz it seems like at very least WT would try and humor him, and CD wouldn't care about his productivity.
WAIT IS CD IN THAT ONE ARTIST COMIC WITH NS PRE-VIRUS CD? REAL? actually do their groupmates feel like.. upset about the change in *her*? ok sorry i know this is so many asks are not the best way to do this but i am runnin g away
hi ! totally fine. probably have revealed some of this stuff already but i have the memory of a dust particle so idgaf we Will talk about this once more
1. i think sep remembers that it was wayback’s ‘fault’ because well, that’s Licherally how it all started. like the reason they went through all of this at all was cuz they had to take wayback’s workload as well. i think waves would often talk about how sep needs to be Better than that useless green bitch. but mainly i think that everytime sep would be forced to overwork themself they would also see wayback just doing nothing and having fun and whatever and they’d be Reminded. re: how well does sep remember the conflux fuckening … i will be honest it’s tricky to explain and i feel like anytime i do it 1. completely changes 2. doesn’t make 100% total sense. but also i think that’s ok ^_^ i don’t need it to make total sense i just need u guys to get the gist of it. because like … well memory problems and/or loss in Human brains already kind of works weirdly. and with sep he is both biological and mechanical and literally One Big Superbrain; so basically i’ve always imagined that while his memories and files can just be erased with no consequences like how it would usually happen to a normal computer, i think the biological part of him would always Know to some degree and be aware. i think the best way i’ve ever explained it is that it’s like walking into a mall in the middle of a weekend and seeing it empty. it just feels off, like something is missing, like there should be People there, because it’s 2pm on sunday and everyone fucking loves malls. but there’s no one. you can Tell something is wrong and something is missing but you can never fully Understand, just follow your deja vu and gut feelings. i hope that mostly makes sense!!
2. first of all, fates is just a really reserved and negative person and a Professional Hater, so she can find reasons to hate almost anyone for almost anything. it comes naturally to her. the surface reasons for hating sep would be that he is generally annoying and can be condescending even while helping fates. she just doesn’t really like him as a person, she thinks he Sucks. but the deeper reasons … well. let’s just say maybe fates and wayback have more parallels than u might think (said by a guy who barely draws attention to these parallels (I’M SORRY WE JUST HAVENT GOTTEN TO THAT PART YET !!! UEAHGHH) (completely unrelated. Hi skiddles hi steven)))
3. nope, wayback only self-isolates when he’s Going Thru Shit, which i understand is like 100% of the time but you know what i mean — the thing with his local group is that he’s an Enigma to them. they do not understand him and like a good half of them think he’s just annoying (ris, fta, sep(???)). also to be fair wayback is just not super interested in all the iterator business so he barely checks the local group (even if he dislikes being lonely). and while wt does try to humor him most of the time they are also Quite Old and do not really get what the fuck he is on about 80% of the time. also they honestly just have bigger things to worry about. now with cd it’s a different deal because she and wayback would make amazing buddies, it’s just that she’s actually a really big fan of his weirdass music and therefore is way too shy to ever actually talk to him. also she thinks if she does become friends with him then the whole group will hate her because they all seem to dislike wayback to some degree. she whines to weaving about this often and they just go No one would dislike u man … but she doesn’t believe them. she’s quite peculiar if i do say so
4. yesss cd used to be sep’s artist buddy! and uhmm. to be honest i don’t think most of the group knew cd that well before (ris and soar are not huge fans of interacting and son isn’t either) and/or just don’t really gaf about what happened (fta and ris once more). so yeah don’t even worry about it. i mean i’m sure Someone is upset about it . don’t know really. Who said that. must’ve been the wind
#cramswering#4th question could be revealed animatic style but also i dont know if i have it in me for a 3 or even 2 minute thing . who knows#but i mean let’s just say that one of her groupmates was Literally There. forced to witness how the ancients refused to help her#and forced to witness her suffer and break down while unable to help. unable to save anyone. I’m sure they’re normal about this tho
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GAME: GUN COWBOY
This is just the first day of playing on GUN COWBOY by CHE on itchio (: It was actually the first solo ttrpg that I tried out!
This game is going to take longer than one sitting to play through and it's really fun, so I definitely encourage y'all to check it out!
description: "GUN COWBOY is a tragedy, and will end in your unhappy fate. It is a game about the inevitable result of a life of violence, the return-on-investment of the violence which continues to define the united states."
unedited playthrough under the read more as always (:
FIRST DRAW:
THE PAST: 9 of Diamonds
THE PRESENT: 9 of Spades
THE PROBLEM: King of Hearts
ATTRIBUTES:
GOOD: 3
QUICK: 3
UGLY: 3
GUN: 0
THE PAST — THE WONDERS OF MODERNITY
A triumph of science and a wonder of engineering. The new world is here on display. Look at it! It dazzles.
THE PRESENT — THE BATTERY
Boom, boom, boom! That mighty sound like thunder. There is artillery firing, but on what?
THE PROBLEM — THE HERMIT
He is a steward of the land. He walked down the same road as you, once, but turned away.
This town was always supposed to be the cradle of ingenuity — if there were anything new coming to anywhere else in the West, it was started here along the great screaming metal and men who knew only how to fight with their tongue than anything else effective.
Words fail, however. And they fail often.
No matter how gilded these men’s tongues were, they were blinded by their own insatiable greed. Perhaps there ain’t much difference between an old outlaw and these new snake-oil men. Big difference only in that at least outlaws are honest about the blood oil-slick against our hands, and have proper dust inside our lungs from our choices.
Nothing like these stuffed-to-burst men in suiting fabric ill-fit to the landscape. They just as soon throw a child to their machine as they would drink water after a hard ride if it meant they was able to get one more dollar inside their heavy pockets.
Yet ingenuity is still what they call it. Gilded shit is still shit.
If these so-called innovators were so above the rest of the town, why’d they not anticipated their so-called ‘lessers’ would have no qualms with piercing them with the same metal and rust that they fed them and their children into? Stupid bastards.
There’s a distant pop of revolvers even before riding into the town limits. The sounds of violence punctuated with the whizzbang of bullets shooting crooked. Ingenuity abandoned for familiar violence. No need to be any good at aiming when your targets are many. Damn those who could get in the way. This was for the people, not the pigs.
I wasn’t even a quarter mile from the first right proper building on the skirts of town when an old man waved his dirty hat in dirtier hands at me and Fern, trying to get me to stop. Fern, always a stubborn horse, refused to move further once she saw the waving. Fine.
“What d’you want, Hermit?” There was no courtesy in my voice, the gunpowder grit had worn sympathy out of my tongue. “Can’t you see I got business elsewhere.”
His ruddy face looked grim even as he smiled. If he were a handsome man when he was younger, he certainly wasn’t anymore. A glint of silver or tin showed in his teeth. “You keep going this way an’ you ain’t gonna have none more business, boy.”
“Why should I care what a sack of ol’ bones like you says?”
A sharp, barking laugh. “I almost turned out like you, boy, but I left that life when I were still young enough to have anything else to live with.”
My mouth twitched. Wiry, greying facial hair stabbed into my cheeks from the grim expression. He’d gotten out. He’d gotten out of what I stayed in. The lifestyle — or whatever they fucking sold it as now. The old West way of living that chews you up and spits you out alone and broken. Leaves you to limp into the darkest part you can find yourself to die without dignity or legacy. “You’re assuming a lot about a stranger you ain’t talked to more than a few words, Hermit. You ain’t know a think about me.”
“You all turn out the same way.” He put his disgusting hat back over his white hair. “You all die alone an’ overflowing with regret.”
Another flurry of shots echoed from the town. Rhythmic. An execution.
My shoulder ached with an old injury. “What are you even trying to accomplish, old man?” There was motion in the doorway and the shadows in the windows of the hermit’s home moved as well. “Guess not much a hermit.”
There ain’t no way to describe his smile as anything but malicious, fat and excited that he was able to possess something I would never get. “I said I got out while I had something else to live with, boy.”
White-hot anger flared in me. In ways I ain’t felt in a near-decade. “Y’know I started down this path all ‘cause my daddy just couldn’t keep his damn mouth shut either, old man.” In a smooth, terrible, well-practised movement, I drew my pistol and shot him. “Got shot dead right in front’a his family too.”
The bullet flew more crooked than expected. I’d aimed for one of his wrinkled eyes to get through the yolk of it into his brain and kill him fast. But why should violence go the way you want it to? It hit him clear in his neck. The blood spurted out with force every time his heart pumped. His wife screamed from the porch, their children and grandchildren running hard out of the house. The ground bloomed more and more with blood.
Dark, angry eyes rimmed with red charged toward me. “Don’t turn into your granddaddy, boy, or you’ll die like him too,” I said before I jammed my spurs into Fern.
Whizzbangs from barely taught marksmen flew around me and Fern, and her pained whinge when one grazed her thigh was the only shot they managed to land.
I don’t need anything from ingenuity. That old man needed to die.
I’d rather sleep in a ditch than get soft like a whore’s bed.
END FIRST DRAW
ATTRIBUTE USED: GUN
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Ok, aboud band AU, just to be sure. Killer is vocal, Cross and Horror have guitars, Nightmare have percusion and Dust keyboard...? I can't really tell which one is Dust and which one is Nightmare ;-;
That's right! <3
They both wear hoods, but Murder's one is light (like his canon) while Nightmare's one is dark (and he barely takes it off).
That's it (úwù)☆ Looks like there were no scandals between them since Killer didn't expect Error leaving the band, but Error did tell Nightmare the reason why he couldn't work with Killer anymore. As for Nightmare, he's actually that type who's mostly silent, even indifferent, and doesn't enter into disputes... until a certain point.
Murder & Horror are actually really close! (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) The brain & the arm of the band, so to speak; Killer often turns to Murder for advice. As for hot-tempered Killer, he's like the spirit of their team, a fire that ignites them all and at the same time burns everything in its path, so he needs to be directed and even slowed down. Murder's words wouldn't help here, and he's not strong enough, that's why Horror had to stop Killer by force.
You're absolutely right (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)★ I'd call Cross that missing heart of the band: thought he doesn't know much, he feels everyone and tries to fix everything, even while being mute. Cross realizes that Nightmare's departure would be literally a loss of pulse, and he tried to stop him so that they could voice their problems and solve them together.
It's hard to say if Nightmare will "listen" to Cross, yet he was surprised by such a move :0 Hopefully Killer won't ruin everything completely...
A story for the next time ;)
True! Σ੧(❛□❛ ) This could happen to him at least once since he practices screaming in singing for sure x)
They should have a backing track in case of force majeure, but I'm more than sure that Killer is against this cause it's, decently quoting him, "cheating", and he'd more likely take a break (maybe to refresh his guitar skills? <3)
P. S. Bonus points is Killer stays silent for treatment so he's not much different from Cross >:D
Thank you so much, anon! (〃ω〃)♡
Oh this is not bad. This is awesome!! \(//∇//)\★
Please share them! Draw them! Make them perform or rest, have fun or fight, let them live! And don't bother about the canon storyline, I'm so hyped for the headcanons! (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)♪
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Daily Routine (Fanfic)
New chapter from my main series 🩷
Pinocchio woke up in the morning and got ready for his day, he changed clothes and made his bed, he went to eat breakfast, Pinocchio only ate some fruit because his father was still fixing the kitchen, making small talk with his father before he left for work, telling him to be a good boy while he was gone.
Pinocchio was grounded but at least he wasn’t too upset about it anymore. He decided to start the day by writing a letter to Alice, he had received one from her yesterday, describing her daily life and her other adventures, Pinocchio wrote her back telling her about his daily life, how Gemini can walk around now and how he got a pony. He would have to wait for his father to deliver the letter later, as his father mailed all of it alongside the letters he wrote for Alexander.
Then he decided to draw a little, he thought it would be fun to use Gemini as his model again, putting on a small suit he bought at the store, Gemini was all fancy looking now as Pinocchio began to draw him. Gemini is really happy, he loves it when Pinocchio uses him as a model, it makes him feel pretty, and half of Pinocchio’s sketchbook is him in different poses. Although Pinocchio draws so many different things, drawings of nature, animals like cats or dogs, drawings of houses he sees while outside, sometimes even if it feels a little childish he likes drawing himself and his father together in a simpler style, or drawing himself with his mother or his other loved ones.
After that Pinocchio decides to practice playing the violin, he doesn’t just practice with his mother and he loves playing it even if he isn’t with her, although he can’t practice the piano here since he doesn’t have one at home. This time Gemini decides to join him as well, both playing music together, it’s simple but beautiful, and they should play together more often.
It’s already a little past noon, so he decides to eat something, it has to be something that doesn’t need to be cooked so he decides to make himself a salad, Pinocchio now realizes that the only true thing that he doesn’t know how to do when it comes to making food is how to use a stove or an oven.
Then Pinocchio decides to do his favorite thing, he has accumulated a good amount of books, and his bookshelf is almost full, currently, he doesn’t have any new books to read but he still likes re-reading the ones he already has, specially his fairy tales collection, after all the incredible things Pinocchio has seen, he wonders if all these stories are really just works of fantasy, oh well, real or not they are so fun to read, Gemini now reads them alongside him while he sits on his shoulder.
He puts the book he is reading down, it’s time for him to do his chores, he cleans his room and then goes around the house cleaning, dusting, sweeping, and mopping the floors.
It’s not long before his father comes back home so Pinocchio decides to play a board game with Gemini, now that Gemini can walk around they decide to play a card game, as the cards are something light enough that Gemini can hold in his hand.
“Gemini you can’t add +4 and +2 in the same turn!”
“Oh now you follow the rules of the games we play, what happened to the “those are just suggestions”?”
Pinocchio grabbed Gemini and put him inside his cage, then he started shaking it.
“You brat, This is cricket abuse!”
“Ugh let's play another game”
“You are such a sore loser,” Gemini said as he got out of his cage, feeling dizzy. “We could play chess, we have never played together”
Pinocchio liked that idea, he grabbed the board and settled the pieces, and he went first making his move. Then Gemini made his move, pushing his piece with his body.
“Looks like you are having a lot of fun moving around” Pinocchio was happy that Gemini was happy, as he said that Pinocchio made his next move.
“I am” Gemini had a smug grin on his face, “Check”
Pinocchio looked at the board, seeing that Gemini’s queen was directly against his King, he had no other way to defend it.
Pinocchio tried grabbing Gemini but this time the cricket was faster and started jumping and running to avoid him.
—-
“Son, what are you doing?” Geppetto asked as Pinocchio was kneeling looking behind the couch.
“Nothing” Pinocchio lied, pulling an innocent smile, “Me and Gemini are just playing hide and seek”
Geppetto smiled, “It’s getting late, maybe you should take a bath, you and Gemini can play later”
Pinocchio nodded, a bath was a good idea instead of just a shower. He filled the bathtub with water and soaked in it, he also made a few bubbles with the liquid soap.
“Hi buddy” Gemini jumped to the side of the tub, then jumped to a soap holder that was inside, Gemini using it as a small boat so as to not get inside the water, he is waterproof but he doesn’t want to get wet; he is liking floating in the water like this, maybe he should see about getting a mini boat, it could match with his new tiny tram.
“So you were hiding here”
“This is the last place you were going to look for me”
Pinocchio gave out a sigh he always loses when he plays board games with Gemini.
“Can’t you let me win at least once?”
“Nope, I like seeing you getting mad and turning into a brat”
“I’m NOT a brat!”
“Sure, whatever you say”
They both laughed, even if Pinocchio always loses they had a good time together.
—-
Pinocchio ate dinner and started to watch his father assemble the new stove and oven, he asked him why he doesn’t just read the instructions manual but that was the wrong thing to say because his father went on a rant about how he is a great engineer and assembling a little stove is nothing for him. Pinocchio just nodded at what his father was saying, but he and Gemini looked at each other and rolled their eyes.
It was getting late so Pinocchio got ready for bed, he wrote a few things in his diary about what he had done during the day and about what he had been feeling lately.
After that he went to bed and so did Gemini, both tugging themselves into their respective beds, saying goodnight to each other.
#lies of p#lop#liesofp#lies of p game#lies of p fanfic#ao3 link#this is in ao3 too#lies of p pinocchio#lies of p geppetto#lies of p gemini
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GAME OF 20 QUESTIONS THAT END WITH "CAN I KISS YOU" W/ ASHES MOON AND Y/N i love ur drawing of him sm
(Not sure this can count as The Ashes Guardian fic spoiler because I haven’t planned this far ahead yet but damn this is so perfect and cute I have to)
When possible, you tried to do the repairs down in Parts and Services, as Sun had referred to, it was creepy as hell and reminded you of a modern Dr. Frankenstein laboratory, but you had all the tools you could ever need plus extra parts.
Unfortunately, more often than not, the Endos would flood the underground hallways and force you to stay out of there, unless you fancied a crowded robo party, which you did not. Not that you minded staying out of the tunnels, the Tower Room in the Daycare was way more comfortable now than the first time you found it, with dust free cushions, a couple fairy lights and a place to recharge your flashlight, you had even made yourself a comfy nook to spend the nights if you wished to. Plus you had the feeling Moon and Sun enjoyed it too, even if they never admitted it outloud.
“Ok my turn, is there a movie you would like to watch?”
You pop open one of the flaps on Moon's arm and aim your head light towards the inside. Until now the night had consisted of you trying to take out all the random trash that had gotten stuck inside their endo, along with taking note of any damaged wires or missing screws.
The celestial animatronic hums, free hand pulling the loose strings of your hoodie, you were used by now to both of them constantly being in contact with you or your stuff, fidgeting, obviously not used to being still, which made sense if you think they were made to take care of kids, who rarely stood still.
“No, bring a game next time, it’s more fun.”
“Isn’t there like a whole big ass arcade? There’s probably a way to connect them to the generators if you want to play games.”
Moon makes an ecstatic grunt noise, replacing the stray strings for tracing random patterns with his claws on top of your leg, minding not to tickle while you fish out of his arm a particularly stubborn piece of trash.
“The Arcade games suck.”
He states bluntly. You chuckle, to be fair, he is probably right, the arcade probably had only Fazco games of which you had seen a couple at work and they were far from the best, most based on the popular “Five Nights at Freddy’s” games, while others looked to sell more products of their brand.
“Alright, gotcha, I’ll see what I can do about it.”
Satisfied with your cleaning, you carefully close the arm panel.
You peek up towards his chest, the faint glow of the star shaped night light. Apparently by being stuck inside their chest, it had been self recharging without the need of cranking the lever. When they had allowed you to get your hand inside their workings, you had offered to take it out, but were met with a strong refusal and threat of losing your hand if you dared take it out. You don't know why they got so attached to it, but you had to admit it looked nice, a glowing star heart.
“Alrighty, last question Boogeyman, hit it.”
You stretch your arms above your head, hearing a couple cracks from being still for so long. It was getting late, so you should pack up for the night and go back home, you don’t have work tomorrow but you wanted to get a couple things before your next visit.
“Can I kiss you?”
The hoarse voice cuts the silence and you stiff, confused as if you heard right. Moon is looking at you, head crooked to the side.
“A? What kind of question is that???”
You blurt, not very good at keeping the surprise and slight panic from your voice, staring back at the animatronic, wondering if he is playing a joke on you, a very weird one.
Moon slowly cracks his head to the other side, gears clicking, red pupil fixed in you, analyzing your every reaction.
“Answer. Yes or no."
He replies, which is not what you asked, but it’s not like Moon did constantly whatever the hell he wanted anyway.
You force a cof, clearing your throat, unable to keep his intense, unmoving gaze, finding the stars on his pants more interesting.
“Hypothetically speaking, if I say yes, how the heck are you going to do it dude?”
A low growl of exasperation resounds inside his chest.
“Yes. or. No?”
A claw finger slides below your chin and forces you to look up and face the animatronic. You have to fight off the chill, from his cold metal surface of course, what else, totally not from the contact itself, or how intimate it felt.
He is persistent. I mean, you can’t deny you are a tiny bit curious… ok it is more than a bit, kind of a lot, you are mega intrigued. You shrug, do your best to be nonchalant about it, this is not a big deal. He again squeezes softly your cheeks, just give him an answer already and be done.
“Sure, why not I guess, ok yes.”
It’s not like I like you or anything.
You scoff to yourself, God you are such a fucking Tsundere.
The moon animatronic towers over you even while sitting down. You gulp, you are not nervous of course not.
He leans forward and you hold your breath, sharp teeth barely inches away from your lips and… moves up and presses his carved mouth on your forehead.
“What? Were you expecting a kiss in a different place Nightlight?~”
Oh you can hear the smugness in his voice box, your face is so warm, which you are sure he is aware of, smile growing wider if that was even possible.
“Shutupyoufuckingscrapjester.”
No amount of muttered curses will be enough to save you from the embarrassment, pulling your hoodie hood up your head and down your face as you stand up to gather your things, all as you ignore the jester giggles and piercing gaze following your every move.
#FNAF#FNAF Moon#fnaf the ashes guardian#fnaf moon x reader#five nights at freddys#writing prompt list make me imagine#slow but writing#anon#ask box#dream writing
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*slides in with sunglasses on* 😎 Well hello there.
I hope you can share some time with me. *wiggles eyebrows* You know that a 'professional', 'fandom approaved' matchmaker needed to be matched with somebody too. XD
Alright, I'll stop with the tomfoolery. Maybe.
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✨ I changed my name to Erlando no, it's still Polly. I am 21 years old. *looks down* I think I am still a girl.
✨ My hobbies include: writing things that will never happen to me, drawing people that will never be real, listening to music in order to travel to a paralel world, watching videos that rot my brain and playing the game that lets me control other people (aka. Genshin Impact).
✨ My personality... Oh, boy. Alright. Time to expose myself. XD
I'm actually very strict in real life. When I am with my little sister, people often think that I am her mother because of how nurturing I am. It doesn't mean that I don't like to goof around, I actually enjoy it a lot! I am not very good at joking and I prefer to laugh at people's jokes rather than make my own (because they are Cyno level bad).
I have my own principles and I follow them. There are times I am very skeptical of everything and it shows on my face. Some people get scared of it, hence they run away before I can say a judging speech.
But this happens very rarely. If I am surrounded by good people (and there are a lot of them where I live), then there's no need for me to be skeptical.
I act calm if the person prefers to have calm conversations, and I can be silly if it's what my interlocutor is more comfortable with. Although, I get very loud when I make myself a fool.
✨I want to marry and have children, so, obviously, I want a man who values his family and wants to start one too. He has to be good with money (because I am bad at it) and he has to be very initiative to keep my attention on my goals instead of doing something else. He has to have a kind heart too!
✨I dislike it when people are indecisive. I hate this trait in myself, so I can't tolerate it in other people. I don't like it when people don't make sense and are greedy, money-grabbing. I prefer it if people are more humble. I like people who are very creative and think outside of the box. I like people who purposefully break stereotypes. I get along with shy people and I love them.
✨ My favorite romance tropes would be 'shy person x confident, sly person', 'huge man x little girl', and I love it when two characters are slowly falling in love while doing something together. And I ADORE it when a man acts like hopeless romantic while the woman is oblivious to his sincere affections and obvious pining — this trope is GOLD!
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I hope this helps, Dust. :D If your requests are closed by the time send it in, oh well, that's alright! I will still have fun reading your matchups!
Hehe! ~ Hiii, let's see what one matchmaker has in store for another matchmaker... well then:
Your Perfect Match is...
Diluc Ragnvindr
The first time you stumbled into you was at the town square in Mondstadt, you were taking care of your sister who had been pushed on the cobblestone by Timmie and was now crying.
He went over to you and inquired if you needed help with anything, which you at first declined but eventually asked him if it would be a bother if he could go fetch some ice for your sister's knee.
He gladly obliged and was quick to bring you some ice. That was where your first interaction ended and you didn't see him for a good amount of time until your paths crossed again a few weeks later.
You wanted to thank him for helping you with your sister's injury back then and thought about how you could repay him for it so you offered to buy him a drink. He agreed to it.
The longer you talked over your drinks the more you realized there was some chemistry between you two, which he too noticed. As the evening ended you both agreed that you should meet up again. Which you did.
He was the one to make the first move eventually, telling you that he has started to develop feelings for you and would like to pursure something more serious with you if you're willing (of course you agreed!).
You two would be perfect for each other not only because your horrible jokes actually crack him up (let's be real, Cyno level bad means that they're so bad they're funny again. An artform in itsself, so to speak).
He loves both your silly and your calm and serious side - you're basically the whole package and everyday feels like an adventure with you.
Like you he would like to have a family one day and would love to marry and have children.
Good with money? I mean, yeah. He's leading an entire wine empire, of course he is good with money.
He would be very supportive of you and your goals as well and would definitely make sure you don't get sidetracked.
Bonus points for you: he is very easy to fluster, you just love seeing him all blushy and shy (don't push it too much though, give him a break sometimes, hehe ~).
"Polly, I've really enjoyed our time together in the last couple of months and have been meaning to ask for a while if you can imagine something more serious between us?"
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[ 💛 || boys night in hell - FL au ]
[ Mark placed down their small mattress, blankets and pillows on the floor. Others brings snacks and drinks and small deadly harmful traditional mini games. ]
[ they're allowed to have a great slack tonight. Tho it would be cool if Mark and Cap'n ever invited Sunny and K_K to try this out and hang with them. Of course not yet. They all can't stay longer. Maybe another time. ]
[ usually the three don't have casual clothes other than their formal ones. But they wouldn't mind. Mark had his maroon coat off while Sweet and Cap'n removed their suit and only their black polos and pants. ]
[ they all get a well deserved break and to actually have their real fun together. it would be more fun if they wanted to do actual crimes outside the mansion like setting a building on fire or something like that but they already done that before. So maybe they wanna do a classic boys night this evening ]
" I'm not gonna spray it on the wall! What if someone saw and knew it was us and will tell the boss?! " [ Cap'n looked at the two. Smiling at him and giggling. They're all at the corner side of the mansion. Mostly like a dumpster place ]
" Cap. Cmon.. I'm the one who even sprayed this fucker and no one even knew i did this every now and then. " [ Mark pointed a sprayed art of poorly drawn Witch riding a unicorn with a machine gun at a very corner of the wall. yeh it's pretty cursed and some even tried to scrap and clean it off ]
" cmon Cap! I know you wanna do it! " [ Sweet encouraged him. Cap'n shook its head. Still denying it ]
" alright fine let me do it. " [ Sweet showed up their hand and Cap'n gave the spray paint bottle ]
[ They both moved aside. Sweet shook the spray bottle and started painting ]
[ the three started chuckling. As Sweet sprayed a very fat deer with like those autistic eyes. Smashing a car ]
[ the three couldn't handle holding back their laughters ]
[ They heard and saw a backdoor opening. The three immediately run and flew away. a swatchling saw a dropped rolling spray paint bottle and looked at the drawing and threw away the trash bag in frustrations ] " AGAIN?!?!? "
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[ the two landed back to their rooms. They couldn't stop laughing how they saw the swatchling all pissed off and how Sweet sprayed a fat deer on a wall. Well.. Cap'n should've done that if he did wanted to at least try the fun ]
" HOLY SHIT!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!! WE SHOULD AT LEAST DO THAT MORE OFTEN!! " [ Mark screamed out of joy and mischievous even Sweet ]
" SHSHSHHSHS!!! Someone could hear us and find out we did it!!! " [ Cap'n shook the two to calm down ]
[ the two devil speakers slowing down their laughs. And taking their breaths ]
" alright alright... we should be a little careful for this.. " [ Sweet dusting off their attire. and stood up. stretching ] " alright. What should we do next? "
[ Mark shrugged. Right now all he think about is what to eat. he looked at the other direction looking at the snacks and drinks placed on the floor near their blankets and pillows ]
" how bout you guys watch me mix and drink "
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[ Mark had been flipping pages to pages of any spells to show for his partners then his eyes suddenly targerted on something interesting ]
" Heightswap? " [ Mark narrowed his eyes. And then looked at his partners. It looks like a spell to change height of someone either taller or shorter ]
[ Sweet looked back at Mark. Confused ] " what? "
" stand up. Sweetheart. I wanna try something. "
[ Sweet shook its head. ] " no way. You're not gonna try another test spell like the last time you accidentally turned me into fairy or something. "
[ Mark smiled genuinely ] " nah. This one is easy and different. Cap help me out. " " HUH?! Cap- NO!! "
[ Cap'n suddenly grabbed Sweet by the scruff and forced them to stand up and let go. Mark then gestures his hand sign and using his magic while Sweet with a panic in its eye ]
[ then a poof ]
[ the two cough and fanning away the fog. Blinking their eyes open to check what happened to Sweet ]
" . . . "
" . . . "
" . . . "
[ they looked down at the floor. Seeing Sweet. Miraculously short. Like the size of mini Cakes ]
" PFFT- HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA!!! " [ Mark and Cap'n burst out of laughter ]
" WHAT HAPPENED?!?! WHY IS EVERYTHING SO BIG!?!?! WHAT DID YOU DO?!?! "
[ Sweet looking up so angry ]
" AHAHAHAH WHY ARE YOU SO SMALL?!?! " [ Cap'n and Mark bent down. while Sweet looking up like its about to break a tear from the insults ]
" TURN ME BACK THE WAY I AM OR SO HELP ME GOD I WILL FUCKING BREAK UP WITH YOU!! " [ Sweet yelled up and stomping and stepping on Mark's foot angrily ]
[ Mark held Sweet up like a cat ] " alright alright. Can we at least give this a moment to appreciate of how cute and small you are~? Then I'll actually turn you back to your normal size. "
[ Sweet huffed and crossed their arms ] " fine. Just a few minutes. "
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[ they're waiting by the door. taking a small peek. Waiting. A small flying flapping books on the loose. flying around the hall ]
[ Mark kept doing magic of flying books and leaving it all by the hall. Pretending all these books were alive on its own from the library ]
[ the same Swatchling from earlier saw the flying books above. Dropped down its broom ] " ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?!?! "
[ all these books are different genres are so much harder to place it all back at different shelves to shelves ]
[ the three had been giggling. As the Swatchling walking away trying to find a butterfly net thing to catch the flying books one by one ]
[ but then. Mark suddenly mumbled an incantation and gesturing his hands. Turning the flying books into like angry rapid dogs and started chasing the swatchling. They screamed and ran ]
[ the three mischievous devils had been laughing and laughing ]
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[ the two had been lying down in the floor staring at the ceiling. Silent. Thinking ]
" do you think that boss will be pissed if it actually knew this mess we're making? Like... all improper mannered? " [ Cap'n mumbled above. mostly. What else to think of? Of course they all work for him. ]
[ Mark shook his head. an arm around his forehead and other hand to his chest ] " what's the worse thing he could possibly do? all people make a mess. And it's normal. Why did he even gave us a whole day off and let us have fun anyway? "
" well.. We're literally living at this mansion.. Isn't it like.. Excessive.? "
[ Mark shrugged. They'll clean off the mess in the next day. What's more important is that they all had fun ]
[ Mark had been through worse times. he can handle things now. Their boss had been out to a differ location from a meeting with the other higher role demons only for few days. It leave mark and the others to do their usual things to do ]
" why did he picked you as a best higher role demon again? " [ Cap looked at Mark. all blanked like...doesn't remember why. doesn't even remember how he even got to this mansion nor his old life before. it's like. he already existed in this place and nothing else ]
" he probably sees something in me he hadn't told me about. maybe that's why it picked me as a higher manager. " [ Mark replied. Mark is like. In the in-between role nature. Either high or low. He doesn't even look like an absolute darker sinner ]
" have you wrote a new song yet? " [ Sweet questioned. Cap'n shrugged ] " no. Couldn't think of anything of it. "
[ Mark started humming a harmony. Sounds like... very..calming.. the other two listened and letting that soft voice give in through their mind ]
[ not until it was bothered by their pal crow, Shin. Accidentally slammed at the window. thought it was an entrance ]
[ the three sat up and saw Shin fell down and flew back up to the actual entrance of the balcony. And landed on Sweet's shoulders ]
" heya. What's up? " [ Sweet asked. While the other. Whiskers. Mark's pet pal. Enters and sat down purring into Mark's lap. Rubbing and petting it ]
[ the trio had it all night. they sprayed. they played. they ate. they pulled some pranks at the mansion. and they talked about the above ]
[ maybe they had it all at one night. now maybe it's time for them to rest ]
[ Cap'n leaned against to Mark's arms. Tired. Mark caressed him and smiled. Sweet fixing the pillows and blankets and mattress behind them and placed Cap'n down gently to rest ]
[ Mark took out a small tube with bright glowing liquids. pulls up the cap and starts drinking it and puts the tube aside ]
[ the others yawned. They all lied down next to each other. While whiskers sleeping on the actual large bed and Shin at its perch stand ]
[ all the mess sat aside. They'll clean all the mess in the next day. All they wanted to do was... to actually have fun. Together.. ]
[ Mark held Cap'n closely to his arms. And Sweet pulling the blanket up. Saying their goodnights and their kisses. And fell asleep ]
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So bc there was a 3-way tie I'm gonna tiebreak and talk about the triplets
Putting a readmore bc 1) long, 2) it's fallout new Vegas so cw for violence, mentions of slavery
So the triplets are from somewhere in the southwest. They were born in a canyon but other than that it’s unclear where. They are of predominantly Latine heritage, and their main feature are grey eyes inherited from their mom.
They’re the kids of an escaped decanus and a slave of Caesar’s Legion, who teamed up to free a not-insignificant number of other soldiers and slaves who then headed west for NCR territory. They became a wandering tribe (I genuinely cannot think of a better term) called the Dust Devils, who often raid the edges of Legion territory to free more people.
They are genetic psykers on their mom’s side, and it manifests as them getting vibes and information they really should not have, as well as people being more willing to answer deeply personal questions randomly.
All three of them are trans, Marshal and Regina are binary trans while Luis is a non binary man. They came out at the same time to their parents, who helped pick new names for them.
Marshal Hector Cigarra, formerly known as Hector, Domitia, and Courier Six, is an outgoing and strong-willed man. He’s got a magnetic personality that attracts those in need and pisses off those in charge in equal measure.
His main goal after finding his family is to unite the Mojave against both the Legion and the NCR, as he’s a little anarcho-communist who’s making it the brass’ problem.
Regina Cigarra is distrustful of strangers in contrast to Marshal and Luis’ willingness to interact with them, and she holds others at a distance, though she wants to let people in.
Luis Cigarra is a more easy-going person, like Marshal he talks to people and has an open way of communicating that draws folk in. He acts as a balance between his siblings, and often mediates conflicts in his tribe as a whole.
The three have an inherent chaos to them, they’re often loud and picking fights with each other, as well as using explosives in combat. They’ve got the adhd/autism combo which means when they get focused it’s laser precise and kind of scary when the focus is on a person.
They also have this fun trick where on first glance they’re often mistaken for each other, and can imitate each others voices uncannily.
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No thoughts just the idea of being captured from your hometown and then forced to become the slave to the royal family of an invading kingdom. Made to work day and night until the eldest prince comes back from war and decides that you’re his personal comfort item. Forced to sooth his nightmares and calm him from his fits of anger while you can do nothing but accept your fate.
tw - unhealthy relationships, codependence, implied pt/sd, emotional abuse, slight victim-blaming.
I think it'd be more fun if your current occupation was at least somewhat voluntary, even if the lines are a little blurred, even if you're too far from home and being paid far too much to ever refuse when the head-maid asks you to walk to the other side of the capital city to pick up yet another piece of jewelry for the Queen's ever-growing collection, or spend the night on your knees scrubbing the floor a feast the King decided to announce the day before he planned to hold it, or take time aside from all your daily chores to organize and clean the chambers of the crown-heir, the crown-heir who's been at war for as long as anyone can remember, the crown-heir who probably doesn't even know you've been ordered dust every book on all seven (you've counted) bookshelves of their personal library individually, much less care about the hours you've spent among their childhood memorabilia. You could leave, if you wanted to, but you never would. The work is grueling, but you need the money. More than you need your pride, at least.
You could leave, if you wanted to. They remind you of that, whenever they force their hand into yours, or rest their head against your chest, or cling to you so tightly - it's hard not to think that one day, they'll manage to break something the castle's medical staff can't fix. They like to use it as proof of your affection for them, evidence that you're doing this out of your own volition, even if you still can't stop yourself from crying whenever their hands dip lower than they should. Sometimes, you feed into it, agree with them, tell them that it doesn't hurt when they dig their nails into your waist, that you don't mind having to stay by their side, having to ignore and draw yourself away from all the other servants, all the people you'd just started to get to know, and other times, most times, you don't say anything at all, just let them ramble on about how much easier it is, when they have you, how difficult it used to be to sleep through the night. They tell you about the fits of anger that used to come over them when they were on the frontlines, and they like to linger on the dirtier aspects of it, the gore, the bloodshed, how quickly good men can be driven to violence. They've never been violent with you, but the way they talk about death, how often they openly muse on what would happen if they wrapped their hands around your neck and squeezed - you almost wish they would. At least then, you wouldn't have to feel so bad about flinching every time they raise their voice.
You think they see you as a comfort item, of sorts, something to hold and dote on. They like to have you nearby, if not as close as you can possibly be, by their side as they listen to the woes of their court, stalling in their peripheral as they attend to their sparse responsibilities, perched on the edge of their lap whenever the two of you are alone, whenever they don't have to worry about looking like a petulant child clinging to their favorite toy in front of anyone they actually respect. And, whenever they hold on too tightly, whenever their dependence leaves you bruised and exhausted and sobbing in their suffocating embrace, they go back to your willingness, to the months you spent looking after each and every one of their belongings with painstaking love, to the fact that you still haven't tried to get away. If you hated this, if you hated them, you'd leave, resign from your role, get as far away as you possibly could, despite your lack of funds, despite their influence, despite how angry they get whenever you so much as leave their line of sight. It's easier just to pretend that they're right, to nod along and try to soothe their volatile temper. It's easier to kiss their cheek, to apologize, to pretend that's nothing wrong and that there's nowhere you'd rather be than on the receiving end of their desperate affection.
It's easier, not to see how quickly they'd break their favorite toy if it happened to find its way out of their arms.
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