#this story is hop hop hopping around XD
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Melded Memories
Just a Valenfield fanfic that has been sitting in my drafts for probably close to a year. I thought I'd share.
There was something cathartic about watching the flames envelop and scorch the pictures. It was slowly becoming easier to let go. He wasn't sure if it was the campfire smoke or the memories that stung at his eyes more, but he knew that either way, he was thankful the darkness of night and the campfire smoke obscured him from everything - like he only existed in this small bubble of light radiating from the logs - that now helped him erase and ease the pang in his heart.
He plucked another photo from the top of the opened box and paused to glance at it, the flames in his periphery trying to lick it out of his hand.
A small smile curled his lip as he gazed at their faces, the picture emanating pride and happiness from a moment in the past. But that's what photographs are - a frozen memory, a momentary clip of time that can never be reclaimed or changed. Only destroyed, so that memory might fade into the folds of obscurity, becoming harder to resurface in your mind the farther in time it travels. Isn't that what he was seeking? Didn't he want to forget it all? So why did he hesitate?
His thumb grazed over the photo, it was a rare relic before Raccoon City's destruction. He just so happened to have it developed before he left for Europe. And he's kept it ever since. But it was time to let go, time to let her go. He allowed himself to steal one final glance, to retreat into those memories just once more. They were both so young and had won the Skeet Shooting Competition as a team, together, just like they had always done. It had been her first time demonstrating all she had learned after their multiple lessons together at the shooting range.
He was initially doubtful if he could really teach her anything, as something like improved marksmanship usually came with practice. But he would have been a fool to turn down the opportunity to spend time with a pretty woman who was interested in something that he was good at. Great at, really. So when she mentioned that she was frustrated with her poor aim, the words just fell out of his mouth to invite her to the shooting range. He half said it because he never thought she would actually listen to his silly suggestion. But she accepted, was even eager and excited, which made him beam like an idiot. Those smiles seemed so mockingly optimistic now.
An intense guilt gnawed at his stomach; regret and deep sadness followed. He was naive to think they could walk away unscathed from this job. And stupid to believe he could protect her from it.
"Jill, stop!"
The awful reality replayed over and over again, like it was stuck on repeat. The pressure of her kick against his chest was fresh in his mind, like he could feel it ripple through him, clattering his insides around.
"I'm not going to hurt you!"
But that didn't mean she would do the same. With her weight against him, pinning him to the ground, and hands firmly clasped against his throat, he locked eyes with her. Eyes that were spilling over with emotion.
It was too much. For a brief moment he wanted to let her win, he wanted her to be able to rid herself of that tormented echo. Let her falling tears stab him like knives so that she didn't have to suffer anymore. But as he looked at her face, her twisted and crying face, he couldn't let this strip away another piece of her. He managed to break her grip, quickly flipped her off of him, and rushed for the door as it slammed shut between them. He could hear her thrashing around on the other side, that echo still driving her into a frenzy.
"I'm afraid there's nothing more we can do, Chris. Jill is not the same after everything she's been through. I - I think it best if you two... didn't see each other anymore."
"Where is Chris? Where is he? Is he okay? I want to see him! Please!"
"Jill, I want you to take some deep breaths. We just have to get the i.v. back in." The nurse tried to calm her with a firm but warm voice.
She saw the thick trail of blood running down the length of her arm, her palm tainted with the red blotchy stain. Her fingers felt sickly wet and uncomfortably sticky. Not again. She looked to the floor and saw the red drops leading to marks on the ground, that were smears of an indicated struggle. Please not again.
Her mind felt like it was on fire, in a daze and thick with a burning smoke. Her head was so heavy she barely had the energy to raise it. Her eyes felt like they wanted to retreat back into her head to try and find relief from the ache all over her body, but there was no relief. More tears fell out of her eyes as the needle pierced her skin.
"I'm not just going to give up on her like that!"
"No one is suggesting that she is a lost cause. Just... just that she needs -- distance. Your presence seems to be a catalyst to her worst symptoms. There has been an obvious pattern. We feel it would be best for the safety of yourself, Jill and all staff, if you refrained from seeing her until we can come to a better solution."
Those words were perhaps what he needed to hear, no matter how difficult. He would do anything to help Jill in whatever way he could. Like travel half way across the globe to fight through countless abominations to find her, with the scars to prove it, just as he had done in Africa. Scars. Just like he had done when pulled that torturous device off her chest. He would do anything, right? Even if it meant... Were the doctors words the truth? Was he the catalyst?
"Chris! Don't --!"
He loved the sound of her laugh.
I can’t--! Don’t say another word!"
He watched as her head went back in amusement. She tightly gripped his arm, which she only did when he said something to really make her lose herself. They always created a symphony of joy together - something that was needed every now and again to balance the stress of what they were doing - much to the annoyance of some co-workers. Their laughs used to even have Wesker threaten to move their desks. They were always a great source of relief for each other.
Could he go back to those long days of not hearing her voice? Or those restless nights with her whisper in the wind? He closed his eyes tight and rubbed them, his grip firmly stopping at the bridge of his nose. At least this time he knows that she is alive. Or is she?
Her pale skin and lackluster eyes tried so hard to show how resilient she was, tried in vain to put up a strong front. But Chris knew. She couldn't hide that from him, despite her best efforts. He could see that what she had endured had worn her down, taken pieces of her that she would never get back. There was a deep ache in his heart. And it burned Chris alive. It burned in his stomach. And it burned the back of his throat when he thought about it long enough. Knowing there was little to nothing he could do to help ease her struggle. Swallowing hard knowing he was the reason for it.
Chris gripped the armrest of the chair, turning his face toward the window, not able to make eye contact with the doctor who was so patiently waiting for a response. The sound of strained wood snapped in his ears.
"For her."
He watched as their faces bubbled and morphed, melting into monstrous tortured expressions, until the flames only left a gaping hole of nothingness. Something he felt was closer to the truth. How cruel fate can be. How much this job had taken from them. They would never be their plucky, rambunctious, adventurous, and wide eyed selves again.
The big crackles of the fire reminded him of the sound of gunfire.
"I can see their faces, Chris."
The phone startled him from his sleep - something he was thankful he finally slipped into. He glanced at the clock, the neon numbers reading back 1:12am. A sigh escaped his throat. 2 hours. He was finally able to sleep for 2 hours. He reached over and picked up the receiver, covering his eyes with his other hand. Was Forest drunk again?
Chris caught himself as he responded with a hello. It couldn't have been Forest. He was lost that awful, awful night. A night that stole the rest of Chris' nights away.
"Are you alright?" He shot up in bed, even he could hear his immense concern.
"Yeah, yeah, of course. I'll be right over." He fumbled to grab an over shirt and his keys, "keep the light on, it helps. I should be there in 10 minutes."
He quickly gave himself a once over in the mirror, attempting to fix the hair that decided to stand at attention in his sleep. He quickly tied up his sneakers and headed out the door.
He practically ran to her apartment, wanting to shorten the, at the time, unbearable separation. What a fool he was to think those 10 minutes felt like the longest he had ever experienced in his life.
"I'm so sorry. I know - I know it's already so late --" She started as soon as she opened her door. Her eyes looked red and puffy, like she had been crying.
As he walked in, every single light was turned on in her small apartment. The bathroom light with the fan whirred in the background, the fluorescent buzzed overhead, and even the TV was turned on but muted.
He placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, "hey, hey. It's okay. I was already awake."
"I didn't know who else to call..."
Chris' voice was soft, "don't worry. Here, sit down." He pulled one of her kitchen chairs out.
"I - I..." she sighed as she tried to piece herself together, "I just couldn't. I can't anymore. You know what I mean?"
He took the seat next to her, "well, yeah, as soon as you tell me."
That got a smile out of her as she dipped her head down. A hand coming up to her forehead.
"I know, I must sound so jumbled right now, I'm sorry."
He glanced at her shaking hand and reached out to rest his own on her arm,
"it's okay. Take your time."
Jill's big blue eyes shined with gratitude, as if a giant weight was lifted from her shoulders, "thank you. Thank you for coming." Her voice was a little shaky.
He gently squeezed her arm with a smile then looked around, "I see you took my advice. Though the electric bill will kill ya."
"Oh yeah?" she smiled and then sighed with relief, "but you're right. It does help."
"Yeah." He didn't mean for his response to sound so resounding in it's understanding, but maybe that would comfort her more. To know that she wasn't the only one who was afraid of the shadows and the haunting darkness of night.
His eyes weren't fixed on anything in particular but the images in his own mind, "sometimes the rain makes it worse..."
"Yeah..." He could see a chill run up her spine. "I can see their faces, Chris."
"Me too." He scooted his chair over next to hers as he wrapped his arms around her, "I see them, too. You're not alone, Jill." There was a slight break in his voice.
"Don't be upset, Chris."
She had passed out on their weekly run together. She had insisted on going, even though Chris had his doubts that morning. She looked pale, even paler than normal if that were possible. He tried to assure her and persuade her to do their exercises another day, but she could not be deterred. So he tried to adjust his pace, and she was able to maintain that for a while, but he started to notice her breathing becoming really labored, so he suggested going into the park to do some squats. She was barely able to get out her feigned 'I'm fine', before Chris could see what was about to happen. He was thankful he was standing right next to her to catch her fall.
"How long was I out?"
"About half an hour."
Jill somewhat rolled her eyes as she turned her head away with a heavy sigh, the hospital grade pillow under her head made a noise as the crisp linen rubbed against itself. She was clearly struggling with her new limitations and it frustrated her to no end.
"It's getting longer..." she softly added with a sad voice.
"What do you mean?" Chris crossed his arms over his chest while tilting his head to intently listen.
Jill continued to stare up at the ceiling, there was a depression to her voice, "the time. How long I'm out. It's getting longer."
"You've passed out multiple times?" Chris thought he sounded more like a father scolding his rebellious teenager.
She didn't respond. Just continued to presumably stare at nothing, or maybe it was because she didn't want to meet his eye. But her brows were knitted in what looked to be annoyance.
"Jill, why didn't you tell me?" His hands returned to the arms of the chair as he leaned in. He didn't think he did a good job of masking the anger in his voice. It hurt him that she didn't share that with him. And her response was sharp.
"I didn't think it mattered!" She sat up to finally meet his gaze.
"Didn't matter --?"
"I didn't want to be back here! I didn't want to be stuck in a stupid lab like I had been for years!" Her voice was raw, like admitting that broke a piece of her.
Chris fell silent. All words escaped his mind as none would be sufficient enough to ease that truth. He stared at her for a moment before casting his eyes to the floor.
"It should be me laying there. This never should have been placed on you..." His gaze became fuzzy as he continued to look down.
That's all I have - just a hodgepodge of slop. Just a bunch of fanficiton Valenfield love. I had a vague idea of what I wanted to write but then I always get side-tracked and/or forget what my original intention was, haha. Sorry - hopefully you can enjoy this scatterbrained mess!
#this story is hop hop hopping around XD#still love these two#just forever partners supporting each other <3#thought I'd add some art too!#fanfiction
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Alright I gotta represent for us in the Rogal Dorn Simp Nation, Misty! This idea fell directly on my head from my old history nerd childhood, we’ve got stories of queens holding down the fort and being badass while the king is away so why not let the lady of the House of Dorn and the Imperial Fists kick some ass??? Dorn’s off doing y’know crusade shit etc etc and gets a frantic vox hail from Inwit (or whatever fortress world she was on) that they’re under attack. Luckily he’s done with whatever his assignment was or has somebody he can trust and leave it to so he can flip Phalanx in reverse and hop back to make sure nothing goes wrong. Only to find his beloved commanding the standing force of guardsmen and marines, not just holding it down but WINNING. On the outside he’s his usual stoic self like “psh yes of course I wasn’t worried, I never worry, this is something I expect her to be able to handle. I am proud tho” but internally he’s like “oh no this is hot” XD. Indomitable warrior queen decked out in armor he probably commissioned for her (always gotta be prepared) making battle plans and laying the verbal smack down on any captains or commissars who are questioning the competency of somebody ROGAL GODDAMN DORN chose to be with. Yeah I think that’d do a whole lot for him 😂
Having soft moments of reflection on his humanity matched against his beloved’s is delicious of course but so is meeting him where HE’S at, seeing how loving him and learning about him would change somebody. And getting to commit some grand old grimdark 40k VIOLENCE is always fun lol
[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 | 𝕬𝖔3 ]
Author's Note: We are on the front lines for Wall Husband I will go down with this ship. Boring this bland that fuck everyone else we're right I'm stacking bricks around them
Summary: Stuck in a violent snowstorm on an Imperial Fist controlled planet being sieged, you take command for the first time while waiting for Dorn.
Relationships: Rogal Dorn/Fem!Reader
Warnings: Dorn is your future husband and Alexis Polux is your battle husband it's like a work husband but much more violent, Mentions of battle and death, Typical 40kness, I think I blacked out while writing this I'm sorry
Word Count: 2566
You had known from the very beginning of your courtship that Dorn had wished for you to be a link in his chain of command.
What you hadn't expected, was for your first time in leadership to be completely alone, surrounded by no less than fifty Astartes waiting for orders, and five hundred or more Guardsmen half frozen due to the horrid weather; With a multitude of tech priests working on the various machinery and equipment.
This sun up makes it a week since the siege had began, the distant sounds of bolter fire constant. Sometimes the ground shakes from explosions, pulling dust off the cracks in the brick walls.
Walking down the east hall, you step into the large room that has been made into a sort of 'central command' to coordinate the current forces, stuffed tight with a massive holotable and various tech priests scattered around it. Some are working on fixing any malfunctioning machinery, such as the vox equipment that has had trouble maintaining a signal even on-planet through the storm.
You look around to see if anything drastic has changed in your absence. In the moment, you notice a familiar face; A commissar from the beginning of this week. He has the most command over the Guardsmen under you, having been their only superior before the invasion. Any captains or other commissars had been made to report to him, up until now. His closest in rank subordinate had been killed in an explosion on the first day, and in a morose thought, you wonder if they had been any more palatable than he is.
"Any progress hailing the Phalanx?"
He gives you a curt shake of his head, looking over the shoulder of the tech priest operating the vox equipment. Another harsh whip of wind batters against the walls, howling and shaking the glass windows. It rattles them almost just as bad as the distant explosions do.
"Nothing more than a few seconds at a time. But it should be enough of a message for them to understand the planet is under siege." The Commissar speaks short and stiff, face frozen in a neutral, stoic gaze underneath his uniform and few day old facial scruff. You cross your arms.
He's on his best behavior now, considering his disrespect shortly after you'd taken command had nearly gotten his head rent from his shoulders. He hadn't realized he was speaking to the Lady of the Imperial Fists, but the Astartes that had been in your company to deliver the news of your ascension in duty hadn't given him the leeway he might've thought he deserved. He acquiesced command of his guardsmen to you quite quickly, after that. There has been nary a squeal from him since, nor any of his fellow commissars or guard captains.
"Good. Then we will hopefully have aid soon. For now we need to push them back from the storage buildings before my men run out of bolter ammo."
Not that they can't work with just their chainswords, but long range options remain vital considering the hostile terrain you're all working with.
You hear the sound of heavy footsteps approaching.
Alexis Polux, a veritable giant of a man, is nearly unable to get through even a doorway meant for fellow Astartes; Though not of his size. His armor is packed with snow at the seams, pauldrons slick with snow melted into a sheet of ice. His thin, blonde hair is quickly becoming wet at the tips, from where snowflakes are melting in the slight heat of the room. Anywhere he walks, he leaves chunks of melting sleet right behind. It has to be almost packed a meter high at this point out there, judging where the worst of it ends on his leg armor.
"Welcome back, Captain Polux." You smile in spite of the situation. It's something that Dorn had said he found- in his own words- 'curious' about you.
He holds his helm in his hands, walking closer to you. He brushes past the Commissar with not even the slightest tilt of acknowledgement. Unsurprising. He'd been there when the man had questioned your acting in Dorn's proxy. Polux is a man of a surprisingly amount of humility and softspokenness, but he is rarely forgiving.
"The storm is getting worse."
You hear another bout of wind howl through the brick and stone, as it continues to dump more snow onto the ground. While the Astartes can traverse it without much issue, it's becoming one for the Guardsmen. They've slowed their advance significantly as the snow reaches their knees.
"Even if we do get aid, they're going to be hard pressed to get anything more than small gunship planet-side; Though it goes both ways. We're all stuck out here in this mess." You open your mouth to continue, but Polux cuts you off.
"They are not built for the cold like we are."
You look up to the massive marine who's been serving as your second in command. Perhaps it wasn't an officially given title, but he's taken it well, and you could think of no better man for it. Especially given that the other Astartes respect him- which makes your orders have less of a weight to them, given they still have a degree of unfamiliarity with you. Your hands rest on the rim of the holotable.
"Finished my sentence for me." He hums as an odd sort of apology, the humor of your response going right over his head. When you let out a soft chuff of a laugh a few guardsmen curiously look at you for a moment.
"It was a compliment, Polux." He stares, eyes flicking across your face as he loudly thinks.
He really is a Son of Dorn.
You resist the urge to smile again, and look down at the holotable. It's been quite the week, but what was once another language has now become nothing but second nature. Putting theory to practice has proved quicker and less frightening that you'd thought, a week ago.
Though you still hope Dorn returns to you soon, turning away from the holotable to receive an update from a guardsmen holding a dataslate.
If anyone had ever asked, Rogal Dorn has remained no different than the stalwart nature he's always had. Though his captains and commanders can hear tenseness in his voice. No matter how phenomally well the Primarch can mask it.
It's been there since they'd first gotten the first of multiple emergency vox hails, only a few seconds long with a barely stable connection. But the few words that had gotten through had made it obvious that the planet was being sieged.
One of their bases was being sieged, a spit in the face of the Imperial Fists.
Even worse, Dorn has no idea as to your welfare.
He'd thought you safe there, the safest you could be other than with him or on Inwit, and now you stand on a world being laid waste with no way to contact anyone off world. He wonders deep in a part of his mind if it was an error on his part.
They're less than a day out now, watching the warp tear by. Dorn stands at the ship's bridge- unmovable. He'll see the planet any moment now when they leave Warp travel, and then can he prepare for what all is ahead of him.
He has the utmost faith in his men and you. However that doesn't mean that a small, human part of him doesn't worry at the idea of you being stuck mid-siege in an unknown location.
He taught you well. He taught you well. A mantra in his head no one else can hear. It is up to yourself to survive without him.
The siege isn't visible from orbit when they arrive, given the massive storm blocking large swaths of the land in a white blanket. It will making landing difficult, but the storm is clearing- at least according to the tech priest currently in charge. Not long after orders are given to begin battering the enemy's battleships as they strike back, shields taking a sizable hit. Nothing the Eternal Crusader and it's crew cannot handle.
But it doesn't feel as if the ice storm is clearing with the way the gunships struggle to remain stable, even with the most competent of pilot. Though they still manage to land on solid footing in one piece, the wind whipping their armor like a flog. Sheets of snow blow across snow already heavily packed onto the ground, covering up the large footprints of Astartes that had been here moments before them. The stone of the steps is barely visible through it all.
Dorn strides forward, the snow sticking to his boots as he trudges through it. He can hear bolter fire in the distance, as well as what seems like the highpowered cannon of multiple Baneblades. A small team of five Astartes follow behind him, two on each side and one directly behind. They have their bolters raised, ever vigilant even well in the safely of their own area of control. Wind rips through his cropped hair and howls in his ears, and for a split second, he perhaps regrets not wearing his helm. Even for a man of Inwit, this cold stings; He can hear the ice and snow crunching in the seams of his armor.
Stepping inside the cathedral, the first thing he notes is the myriad of supplies stacked inside in the aisles, safe from the elements. Guardsmen are looking after them, divvying them out amongst themselves, or delivering them to the Astartes in need of them. Of which there are a few- Imperial Fist guards from before the siege began. Most seem in decent condition; Dorn notes a lack of injuries amongst the Guardsmen and Astartes alike, and how there seems to be an established system amongst them.
He keeps walking through the nave, passing Guardsmen and Astartes who all give him a drop of the head when he passes.
"Primarch Dorn!"
An Imperial Fist Lieutenant calls to him, helmet in his hand. He has blood on his lips from where his skin has split, the cold having whipped his skin dry. Going down the few steps of the ambulatory, he gives a curt nod.
"Lady Dorn and Captain Polux are in the east hall. Central command has been established there."
He affirms to the warrior and turns, walking through the transept and down the hall. The one who'd spoken to him seems to have other duties, and stays behind on the ambulatory.
He can hear chatter in the large, arched hall- it increases until he reaches the door it's bleeding from, and he opens it and ducks to come through. It's just too short for him, but the ceiling inside can thankfully handle someone of his height. It's a thought that is always in the back of his mind.
When Dorn enters the room, the first thing his eyes focus on is you; Leaning over a massive holotable with Captain Alexis Polux standing firmly at your side. He stands like an unmoving guardian, a hand on the pommel of his chainsword. He's the closest to you out of anyone in the room- either out of his own will, or the gargantuan Astartes has incidentally created a personal area of clearance around you both with his presence alone.
"Dorn!"
You say, an audible pep in your voice. The Primarch walks closer and examines the scene in front of him. You appear uninjured, apart from your skin being slightly pallid from the cold.
The Primarch notices how everyone operates around you with a level of assiduity and efficiency, having been giving clear cut duties. There is no arguing, no fighting, everyone both in this room and all around the cathedral operate smoothly. You have a perimeter established, and you’ve been careful to push the advance but not stretch yourself too thin.
You've done well. That much is clear. A part of him wonders if you'd be able to clean this all up on your own, had he decided to simply give you the reinforcements and leave.
Dorn watches as you momentarily turn away from him to speak to an approaching commissar, and he finds himself listening to your confident and assured tone of voice. A thought crosses his mind.
You look beautiful.
All of your inquiries, curious questions and shaking confidence in your ability to lead have all mixed together, and while you might have made different choices than him, he cannot deny your effectiveness.
Dorn decides to speak before he distracts himself within his own mind further. A hold of your hand or to take a kiss of yours are things reserved for private, not here. As much as he might wish to.
"You appear to have done well for yourselves."
You look up at him and give a wry smile, while he glances at the holotable in-between you both.
"It could be worse. I have a squad of Astartes stuck behind enemy lines, but we've pushed the enemy back from the supply warehouses."
This planet has large city buildings that the wind rips around through, unlike the shorter ones of Inwit. The Astartes are fine in their sealed suits and higher body temperature, but the Guardsmen are all struggling. You more than likely are as well, despite holding strong. He can see the chill on your skin, the cracked skin of your lips.
Dorn's reinforcements will provide valuable support to yours, and with their might together, this planet with be rid of the siege.
You turn to order that the men currently in the battlefield get notice that Primarch Dorn has arrived, and that reinforcements are coming. Besides the soon coming tactical advantage, it will provide a well needed boost to moral. With the intense weather, it has surely been lowering. Though your smile and optimistic look in your eyes prove to be a valuable motivator.
No matter how good the orders, often times the way they're said and the person giving them are what matter most.
The Primarch looks to Captain Polux, and gives him a curt nod. The Astartes politely returns a dip of his head in thanks to the silent compliment of his duty. Dorn then looks back to you.
"You and any men injured will return to the Eternal Crusader." You let out a laugh and shake your head. He can hear the rattle of the bolter on your hip.
"Well now that I've started this, I'm kind of keen on seeing it finished before I leave."
Dorn's eyebrows raise ever so slightly, amused by you. He taught you well, he repeats again. Your command over a such a less than optimal situation has proven as such.
The Lady of the Imperial Fists has proven herself not only to be smart, beautiful, and full of humility, but to be stalwart and confident as well.
"Very well."
He'll stay at your side, and judging by his solid stance, Polux will as well.
Dorn very rarely has doubts, but your confidence and ability to adapt have solidified his thoughts that he had made the right choice in you. His 'sons' taking well to your command makes it far easier.
They will have to when you officially become his wife, after all. You have already accepted the title of Lady Dorn, he has no reason to not seal your bond. There hasn't been much else in his life he has been more sure of.
Ignoring any of his more personal desires in the back of his mind, Primarch Rogal Dorn abides by your request, eyes focused more on your lips as you smile at him.
#gee i wonder if my favorite astartes are obvious if you read my stuff#just wait until i write for Konrad and 90% of the fic is actually just Sevatar because I love him uwu#rogal dorn x reader#Rogal Dorn/Reader#primarch x reader#warhammer 40k x reader#reader insert#reader#mywriting
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spuffy fic rec
figured all the time i spend scouring EF and ao3 might be useful to someone!
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Buffy catches up with Riley's helicopter, solving one problem and introducing a host of others. How is she supposed to rebuild their crumbling relationship in the face of an angry hellgod out for blood, an emotional teenage sister who spent millennia as a glowing ball of energy, and a weirdly helpful vampire? Season 5 rewrite from "Into the Woods" on.
GTFO by Girlytek [54k]
Spike doesn’t take the extra hundred bucks to be the decoy. Ethan doesn’t hang around to gloat. With the Initiative on their tail (just a little one), and Ethan needing a good being killed, Spike and Fyarl-Giles get out of town. There’s nothing like a road trip to put your demons in perspective.
Care by Sigyn [72k]
While under her Will Be Done spell, Willow just happened to say “I don’t care about anything,” and as a result, wanders blithely off as a vengeance demon. Spike and Buffy are left to protect a threatened Xander and a blind Giles while under the effect of a powerful love charm. But all is not happy in paradise – they’re still constantly fighting, and Angel is determined to end the spell they’re under. In a desperate attempt to collect the tattered remains of all their lives, ex-watcher Wesley Windham-Pryce is called in to try and play marriage counselor between the vampire and the slayer.
The Soul Lies Down by the_moonmoth [73k]
"As a child, I used to dream of a man in black and white, spinning in the desert like a dervish, sword flashing in the moonlight as he danced with death." Dawn travels back in time to save the vampire who saved her life. It's not purely out of sentiment, though -- the fate of the world is at stake (again) and somehow Spike is at the center of events. If only he can stay on the right side of Buffy. A sequel to Angearia's "Fin Amour".
Summer’s Lease by Iamblichus [86k]
Buffy thought it would be just another night of slaying lame-ass campus vampires, but one green demon, some unexpected help from Spike, and a spurt of fluorescent blood later, she finds that her world has acquired a novel complication.
Indigo Overture by Rikki_oko [119k]
Spike's just a drummer, content to live in lead singer Angel's shadow. But when a certain blonde strolls in on Angel's arm, will Spike be content to take the backseat forever? Loosely based on the eighties song, Jesse's Girl.
#there’s a bit of everything in there#obviously catered to my taste but hopefully some people agree!#i’m gonna try and include more lesser known writers in the next one#spuffy#spike x buffy#buffy x spike#spuffy fic#spuffy fic rec#spuffy fic recs#spuffy ficrec#spuffy ficrecs#mine
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Smiling Daycare AU
OKAY SMILING DAYCARE AU DETES SO YOU THE PEOPLE CAN ALSO USE IT!!! Idc what ages y’all make them but I’m making them around the same ish age for now because I am uncreative and the fandom wiki doesn’t wanna give me their ages and my internet is being dumb so I hope this posts. So they all work in a daycare and it’s fluffy and full of shenanigans. Personally I’m probably gonna write about them teaching but going off to their passions. Yes other poppy playtime characters are in this au like baby long legs and poppy going to the daycare, kissy and huggy adopting poppy, and others. I really just want the smiling critters to be happy. Yes Ik bubba isn’t drawn yet I’m sorry
More about the au under the cut!
Do not steal my art and please credit me if you use my au (or feel free to tell me about other aus like this one!!) I also do not like mob entertainment as an entity i just like the story of poppy playtime and the actual game.
So Doug has a cane bc of the game and I really wanted them to be diverse and show off a bunch of stuff people should love about themselves. I am open and willing to hear ideas to make it better but also also LET HIM LET THE KIDS PUT STICKERS ON HIS CANE!! Of course where he says they can.
Dogday = Doug Day
Catnap = Caton Nap
Craftycorn = Cadence Corne
Pickypiggy = Peggy Picky
Kickinchicken = Kevin Kickin
BobbyBearhug = Bobby Bears
Hoppyhopscotch= Hoppy skotch
Bubbabubaphant = Berry Bluphant
Caton and Doug are both assistants then actual teachers (idk what a daycare worker is called so) because they’re the youngest two. Crafty teaches the 6 year olds, and loves it. Bobby takes care of the infants, and Hoppy is just as energetic as her band of 2-3 year olds. The 4 year olds are taken care of by Peggy, who lets them have any snack they want. Kevin usually wears a partial track suit but my little sister wants him to be a cop lmao idk where to put him XD. Berry is so smart I think he’d be the oldest and he is the principal? Idk what to call who’s in charge also I’m sorry.
For now the ages are
Caton: 20
Doug: 21
Kevin: 24
Hoppy: 24
(No kev and hops arent twins just the same year b days)
Cadence: 25
Bobby: 26
Peggy: 27
Berry: 30
THERES MORE TO COME I JUST HAVENT MADE MORE YET!!!
#my art#my post#my artz#my art stuff#my artwork#fanart#gay#dogday#picky piggy#bobby bearhug#hoppy hopscotch#poppys playtime#poppy playtime#catnap#sleepyday#human au#Smiling Daycare Au#my au#Peggy picky#Doug day#Caton Nap#Hoppy scotch#Berry bluphant#Bobby Bears#Kevin kickin#Cadence corne#catnap x dogday#dogday x catnap#au made for ships#kicken chicken
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(Not sure if these slimes will become the sentient goo being I mentioned in my rambles, but this was a cute short story and it brought me a lot of joy to write xD )
You had to admit, you had a soft spot for slimes. The bobbling rounded dewdrop creatures struck you as cute. As a young adventurer they had been daunting creatures, but as you traveled and became seasoned the less of a threat they became. However you recall even when first starting out, the jelly-like beings didn't make you feel as nervous as other more formidable creatures you knew you were going to come across along the road.
You could never really take them seriously, they wibbled and wobbled, shuffled, rolled and bounced around. Now as their attacks felt merely like burning bee stings, the antics were mostly viewed as endearing.
On the outskirts of a quaint village, right beside a sprinkling of trees that melded into a dense forest. You open up your satchel, flipping it upside down and shaking the bag until a blue jiggling mass falls out and bounces into the grass. You stoop to a crouch next to the small translucent creature, watching it ripple and undulate with the last vibrations from its fall. It's wobbling, slowing down until it rests benignly on the earth. Your hands resting on your knees.
"There you go lil buddy, back to where you belong. I still don't know how you managed to sneak into town to begin with, but I am glad you didn't end up getting trampled."
The little blue creature doesn't make any signs that it acknowledges your words, nor does it move to attack you. Simply laying by your feet, not showing any signs of stirring. You smile, thrusting a hand into your inner coat pocket and pulling out a cloth package. Slowly peeling back the fabric layers to expose a pastry you had been saving to eat later that evening. You pinch the sweet between your thumb and forefinger, careful not to touch the gooey thin film of the slime's surface, you place the treat on the top of its domed body.
"There you go. A snack for your trip."
You watch with curiosity as its skin around the pastry begins to soften, a little sucking popping sound as the treat is pulled into its nucleus and engulfed. You stand at the sound, your eyes lingering on the little creature a moment more before you turn your heels back towards the tiny town with soft yellow lights just beginning to flicker in dark windows.
The tiny slime sits, feeling your presence ebb away. A tiny gush of noise as it slurps at the pastry in its round body. It begins to ripple, then, with a determined bounce, it hops after you. Traveling a safe enough distance behind you that it remains unnoticed.
You find yourself running into this situation more and more. Once they started cropping up, they were everywhere.
"What am I, a slime whisperer?" You mumbled grumpily before raising your voice. "Hey– HEY, that's my boot!" You grapple with a peachy pink blob, pulling at your leather shoe until it dislodges with a mighty blorp! You fall backwards, grabbing a towel and trying to dab at the sticky liquids before it starts to seep into the leather and begin to digest the material.
"Comeon now, really?"
You blink as you feel another one of the blobbular beings snuggle up to you, and you freeze. Looking down at the mint green undulating mass. You hesitantly watch it, looking for signs of it trying to eat your coat before you carefully pat it with your hand. Giving the surface membrane a light smacking that makes the creature wobble like jelly on a tray. A happy sound between a chirp and a schlurp coming from it.
You realized as more started to follow you around and pester you, that the little dew drops had conscious control between how their skin acted between eating and resting. A thin clear membrane, stretching over the body of the creature was malleable enough to let foods in and stop foreign objects from getting inside them, or corroding away in water. Which was a good thing, or else you would have gained more burns than you would have liked from dealing with your new persistent entourage.
"I'm never going to be let into a respectable town again," You let yourself moan, putting on a spare pair of shoes, and then, remembering you recently wrestled a boot away from one of the blobs, you stand up and put them into a high crook of a tree, so they can dry without running the risk of being absorbed.
"Let's see," You turn around, pointing at the little creatures. "One, two. . . oh boy, where did Blue go?" The mint slime nudges at your heels from attention while the pink trundles up to the tree.
"Don't even think about it, you don't even have eyes and I know what you're looking at."
The pink one boggles at you, in response you crease your face into a comical frown and shake your head at them disapprovingly. Yes try as you might, they learned the pink one is a glutton compared to the other two, like a curious teething puppy. Well, if a puppy was a pink loaf made out of acidic goo, that is. The simile still stood strong in any case, if something appeared edible, the pink one had to try consuming it. If you weren't fast enough to catch it in the act, you had to sulkily watch whatever it had scarfed down slowly corrode away into nothingness.
"To think," You muttered in frustration, of all the monsters I could have babysit, it had to be things made out of acid. . . good grief. Yet, despite your grumblings you moved to pick up the mint slime, and it wibbled and sloshed back and forth. Pushing its form up and down like a happy sentient water puddle.
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YEAR OF THE OTP
May: “Who Are You?”
“...come on, Sonic, that’s not funny.”
“Sorry; normally I’m all about the jokes, but in this case I’m being straight with you.”
Sally peers closely at Sonic. At the way he’s smiling, but there’s a certain sadness to it...the way his brows crease just so. “...you really don’t know who I am...?” she asks.
“Nope,” he answers, and it’s guileless in exactly the way Sally knows so well. “But hey, if it makes you feel any better, I’m not exactly from around here? It’s a whole hopping-around-the-shatterverse thing.”
“Whatever that information makes me feel, ‘better’ definitely isn’t it.”
“I take it you’re pretty close to...whoever it is you thought I was?”
She isn’t entirely sure how to answer that, because as far as she can tell, he is who she thought he was. He looks just like him; he sounds just like him. And he’s been missing all this time. If he isn’t him, then where is he? “I was. I am.” Her correction is a bit too hasty. “I just...need to find him, is all.”
“Well, hey, maybe I can help with that? There are only so many handsome blue super-fast hedgehogs out there, after all.”
She almost laughs; it really is exactly the kind of thing he’d say. But that almost just makes it feel worse. How can he be so much like him and not know her? It feels...wrong...in the pit of her stomach, in ways she can’t entirely put into words. Still, he really is the only lead she has right now, so... “Alright then.”
He perks up immediately. “Awesome! Let’s get started then. Oh, hey, you never did answer my question. Who are you?”
She lets out a sad little sigh. “You can call my Sally.”
((Back to Posting A Month’s Prompt Nearly A Week After The Month Is Over, but hey, in my defense the end of May wound up being very Full. XD Still, this is one of those ideas-a Sally who has known Sonic basically all her life meeting a Sonic who has no idea who she is-that’s festered in my brain ever since the end of the Archie Comic back in 2016, so when I saw Just The Right Prompt for it, I knew I had to give it a go. Took a lot of effort to not just keep on writing the story too, there’s a LOT of Feelings I’d want to explore here. ;w; ))
#sonic the hedgehog#sonic prime#sonic SatAM#sally acorn#sonally#YEAR OF THE OTP#fan art#ericthemason#my art
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Sorry if this doesn’t make sense but how do you… art? Like from looking at your art, there’s just so many different fandoms and it’s all fantastic!! How do you not stick to one or feel like you *have* to stick to one? Sorry
Aw Friend! No need to apologize! :D You asked your question plenty politely!
That's a really interesting question actually, and I'm fascinated to be asked it! Because I actually do know the kinda thing you're talking about! or at least I have experiences that feel like they line up with what you're asking.
A lot of its... growing up? I guess? And not in the sense of like. becoming an adult. but the non-stop process of growing and learning more about life.
When I was younger, an actual child, I just Did it. I drew whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted. I didn't question hoping to a new interest or drawing different fandoms. I just did it.
But the older you get the more complicated a lot of things get right? 😔 That was true for me.
I actually spent several years terrified, of moving on. Of leaving old fandoms behind. There was one fandom I actually forced myself not to leave for like... 2 years? Because I was afraid of all the projects I wouldn't complete, all the stories I wouldn't tell, all the art i wouldn't make.
But honestly that was a horrible decision? It burnt me out of the specific fandom SO BADLY. Its only been around this last year that I've been able to enjoy things around it again without an overhanging shadow of stress.
I was still scared to fandom hop after that incident tho. Despite having gotten burned by caving to my own fears. It wasn't until I got into Trigun that I actually started to get less scared. A friend I met in that fandom, someone who was older than me, told me that... things have a way of coming back around. If you know the song "Everything Stays" From Adventure time? She said it was like that song. You will inevitably get older. But these things won't be gone. And you can always come back to them :)
That clicked in my brain... and it took a bit longer, a bit more time of accepting that fact for me to find peace... but honestly? I kinda have now. At least for this moment in time. I wouldn't be surprised if the fear comes back around again, fear is funny and insidious like that. But I have the tools to beat it now :)
The other two things I would mention are these:
For starters: this might be obvious? But I'm a hobbyist artist. I don't make money off of my art, I don't sell it, I don't need numbers or clout in order to pay my bills. I'm completely free to do my own thing! Ain't nothing wrong with making a living off of your artwork and if that's the path that you want to walk GO FOR IT.
But that path does have its own challenges.
Because I don't walk that path, I am free to make whatever I want, without worrying about how it might reflect on my finances.
The other thing is...
PERFECTIONISM...
THIS, NASTY LITTLE VILE COCKROACH, WILL RUIN YOUR ART LIFE SO BADLY ITS INSANE. It will ruin your NORMAL life super fast too 😔
it is an insidious little shoulder devil telling you, that you will be happier if you just do it the "perfect" way.
IT IS SO SO SO SO SO SO WRONG. That is the key to the door of endless procrastination and broken dreams.
SFLJSLF to get less metaphorical about it though: If you're always waiting for the perfect moment to make art for a fandom, to leave a fandom, to join a fandom (in this case i just mean "Get into the thing that interests you" when I say "Fandom") or create literally anything, you will be waiting forever.
I know because i have been :') And its made it very hard to draw both in my past, and right now this very day.
Truthfully i'm still working on that one??? I've had some epiphanies recently that have helped a lot with my perfectionism... but I haven't tried drawing since having them? (drowning in the new Honkai Star Rail Patch WHEEZE) So uh. Not sure If I'm over that hill yet xD
But yeah, if that's one piece of advice i could give you to take seriously, its don't chase perfection, in ANYTHING. Especially art. It will never be enough for you. And if you're doing it for other people, it will never be enough for them. Art is wonderful and messy, and human. And that is okay.
Its taken me a lot of soul diving and thinking and a lot of help from outside influence and kind people for me to figure this stuff out too. So don't feel bad to ask for help kay? We all need help. A lot xD
I'm still not like, the king this stuff either. There are a lot of smaller, more niche, fandoms, I want to draw for, but still haven't, because of my own anxiety and embarrassment. There are fandoms I haven't drawn for because I don't feel like i have the adequate amount of information to be, ""allowed"" too (which is totally a fake standard btw, there is no barrier to entry for when you're "allowed" to draw something). I'm working on these problems every day.
Oh actually one last note: People can influence how hard it is for you to draw for a bunch of fandoms too. If you know you'll get made fun of for drawing something, its hard to draw. If you know you'll get praised for drawing something, sometimes that makes it easier to draw.
Both of those things can mess you up BAD. Constantly drawing for other people (when its not a deliberate gift) can make you feel really upset and angry, and dissonant with your artwork.
But it can be equally as hard to realize nobody will share your enthusiasm if you don't draw what they like. That's not a judgement against anybody's friendships, we all got our own interests, and nobody can be 100% Invested in everything their friends enjoy. But It can make it a bit more emotionally challenging sometimes.
And it can be hard to like?? Emotionally deal with that? in a way it makes art that you know will perform well, either with your friend group or online, like... "Candy". Its tastes good, but it doesn't give you long term energy (ie there's nothing wrong with it, but its not sustainable as your only form of sustenance)
Meanwhile making art that is purely self indulgent is like eating a full and healthy meal. It gives you that long term energy of personal satisfaction, and your enjoyment and happiness also doesn't inherently hinge on whether or not other people appreciate it like you do.
Obviously there's no issue if what you genuinely want to draw would also do well online/with your friends!
ANYWAYS, yeah, I'm still maturing and learning and growing with a lot of my opinions and perspectives and emotions on this stuff? Its definitely easier said than done, and while from the outside it looks effortless... I understand why you'd be struggling anon. I hope you can figure it out for yourself too! Best of luck :D
also i could go on and on and on about this topic for years because alsjdfaksjdflJSDJGSD ooohhhhhhh boy I have learned and witnessed and thought many a thunk.
#isa screams#ask#anonymous#long post#I hope this helps you out anon? I'm not offended if it doesn't tho asldfjLKSJGSD#For all i know i completely misunderstood your question xD
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"Let me, go find Damian." (DCeased Story line)
Well well well reader. You've got another choice.
Wait, you're totally following along right?
Just in case here's (Scene 1)
“Go find Damian.” You traded the suitcase for the shot gun and turned Alfred away. The butler quickly made his way to the bat-jet
Bruce now turned ran towards Alfred but you grabbed his cape pulling him back. Your husband roared as he faced you.
Alfred made eye contact with you. You smile. A bright beautiful smile before running deeper into the cave.
You ran towards one of the confinement rooms and turn around “I love you. I love you so much Bruce.”
You hoped he Heard you. His arm reaching out as he ran towards you. You ducked as he swiped a hand and promptly flipped him into a bullet proof room. With the press of a button you seal the door. Bruce banged on the glass trying to get to you and you felt your tears bubble up again. “I’ll find a cure. Damian will live. He will carry your legacy.”
The space around you shook. Booms could be heard from the city. Maybe it’s being bombed. But you didn’t care. After one last look at your husband you left him trapped there. You ran back to the computer shutting everything down. “Need to find my little ones.” You make your way to one of the moter bikes “computer. Initiate lock down.”
“Yes miss Y/n”
You put your helmet on and you were off.
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The city burned, but there were still survivors. With your katana you cut down some of the dead as you led a group of about three dozen into the forest.
You were about to head into the city to find more survivors but the Batmobile burst through a crowd of dead. The jokers body strapped to the front of the car. Your confusion quickly turned into joy as your two children, Jason and Cassandra hopped out the vehicle. Gordon was with them but you held onto your kids for dear life. “Your ok. Thank the gods you’re ok. I thought I lost…” you didn’t think you had any more tears to shed. And yet here you were, what’s left of the family hugging each other. You feel Cassandra press her forehead against your neck. Her hand holding onto your cloths tightly. While Jason rested his chin on top of your head. “You’re such a bad ass Ma.” Since you’re alone he realized what’s happened to the rest of the family. He’s no idiot.
You pull away to get a good look at them. You then looked to Gordon “has Barbara…”
Gordon closed his eyes with slight nod.
“Sheesh I thought I got rid of my ex. Look! He’s following me” Harley shouted from the crowd of survivors.
You turn to see Harley and ivy waiting for you to wrap things up.
“Ma? What’s with them.”
You smile “they’re friendly. Apparently the plants like me. Ivy said it was because of the way I treated my garden back at… home.”
Cassandra held your hand. You look to her to see a warm smile. “They’ve been helping me find survivors, we’re going to build a sanctuary. Come.”
You take Jason’s hand “let’s go James. I have no intention of loosing anymore family.”
//Left behind ending//
Congratz! you got 2/3 endings :3 Hope you enjoyed the story. Trying something different and I'm not thinking much of it. This story was a spur of the moment kind of thing XD. Plz leave a a comment and lmk if the links work XD.
Appreciate you! and thank you for reading.
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Hello im lazysimpluna or you can call me Luna or Finley
My other trumblr blog is called @morpheus-the-sandman hop in if you're interested and take a look around!
The pictures hight difference is by the way referenced by clowns drawing just so you know!
im not good at writing and my grammar isn't that great so forgive me for typos :'D I also didn't used Tumblr as much so I'm still
Important none of the stories are Canon to clowns og project!!
!! Boundaries!!
Yes you can
✅ make fanart absolutely tag me please!!!
✅ Shipping? Yes ofc but please only ocs sonas or yns yeah you can also ship Eddie and frank since I ship it too
✅ Im also okay with interactions trough I can't promise I will do all of them I mostly do what I feel like and if I don't feel like it I don't do it it also might take a bit
Donts❌
Please no applecest no wallycest no proships!!!❌
No nsfw with these aus mentioned here!!!❌
Don't do Ai bots of my aus I'm doing alredy bots but it takes a bit I get really exausted after a bit of working on bots like I get sleepy and all it takes a bit I know I'm working on them for quite a while now but still have patients I'm also not an expert when it comes to bots I'm still learning!! ( not sure if I make any ais of the aus here I see idk)
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Don't message me privately if I don't know you please if I know you for a bit from my comment section you can ask me if you can message me and I might say yes , please have patients with me I don't feel comfortable calling you my friend so soon so I just call you a mutual if I know you for a longer while I might call you a friend! I had a really bad experience with an ex friend of mine I knew since my childhood and that left marks , I might get easily overwhelmed or exausted so I might dip or don't talk at all please don't feel like I'm ignoring you or anything I'm not I'm simply not feeling like talking or it is to much at that day for me!❌❌❌
��Things about me that are important 🌟
my pronounce are she/her, he him, im genderfluid and aroace ❤️
I have auditory processing disorder or called
(APD )
Wich makes me slower I might forget alot of things or I also have hearing problems sometimes like when somone calls me it doesn't end up in my brain I'm also very sensitive so sounds loud notices specifically
I also take a while to understand things so be patient with me
(HSP ) I am a highly sensitive person
I also have social anxiety
I'm really sensitive like I would say emotionally there are often times where I do take things too serious or something please tell me talk to me about those things if I understand stuff the wrong way
I'm 22 years old and German
I only speak English and German I can't speak other languages
I have 29 aus by now I might add more depending on what ideas I get ( idk for sure I know I have alredy alot and I didn't even developed alot of them enough I do want to put an line to it but I can't I love creating I love making it makes me happy so just be aware XD when I decide to do a blog for my other aus that I might not post alot about those depending on how I'm feeling ( maybe I post more when I get asks idk)
Socials : I have tik tok Instagram also yt I also have another Tumblr but I don't like that one as much atm it's more actually idk it was more meant for oploading ahit art and such but I don't feel the account anymore idk I'm weird xd so ig I might do a new main maybe?? Idk anyhow I'm the most active on tik tok name is lazysimpluna on all platforms!
🌟Refs of my sillys🌟
What's the Xmas au about??
What is the Xmas au about??
Well I think you can guess Basacally they make gifts for everyone
Wolly Julie yn and Sally are outside to check the houses and make them ready for Santa home to enter before he comes
Eddie brings the letters from everyone to Santa home
Frank makes sure everything goes after plan
Howdy does work both as a shop keeper but also helps around and carries heavy things
Poppy well she bakes
Barnaby also helps around!
They are also able to travel trough aus
If one of them talks it's gonna be red
Because I'm planning on bringing in this blog also other aus so stay tuned!
#art#artists on tumblr#artwork#digital art#digital illustration#digital painting#drawing#welcome home#wally darling#welcome home au#askxmasau#xmasau
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Rules: Share the first lines of your most recent ten fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written fewer than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway
From most recent to least recent :)
Edit: OHHHH I MISREAD I MISREAD!!! I thought this was specifically about fics you’ve posted. Ohhh.
Well, have the first lines out of my most recent posted stories XD
1. Unempty Boats (a poem rather than a regular fanfic)
You said you were going away
and then it started to rain.
At first I thought you meant something, but then I realized
that you meant something else.
2. Pebbles, Wood Lice, and Other Alright Things
Tommy shifts, wincing as he feels a pebble pressing into his back. It seems like he can feel every single pebble beneath him tonight, no matter how small. He didn't used to; he used to have a mattress, and the mattress was thick enough to block out all the rocks. It was comfortable, too. He and Wilbur both slept on mattresses when they first got to Pogtopia, but then Techno told them that the mattresses would get all moldy because the caves are damp. Tommy told him that he didn't care and that he could handle a little mold, but Wilbur—stupid Wilbur—agreed with Techno, so they'd tossed the mattresses. Now they sleep on the ground, with one blanket beneath each of them. The blanket doesn't really do much to protect against the rocks. It's not very comfortable either.
3. Endless Field, Singing Tree, Blue Sweater (Dandelion)
Ghostbur is in a dark place.
4. Better Than a Painting, Because Paintings Aren’t Perfect
Wilbur hasn't been to a beach in over thirteen years.
5. If You Want Love
"Do you want to hold him?"
6. keep running for the sink, but the well is dry
You're having a panic attack.
7. Little Songs
Ghostbur knows he shouldn’t stare into the sun.
8. Promise Me You Won’t Leave (This Time)
It's around seven in the evening when Wilbur bursts through the door.
9. I Was Nothing But A Kid Who Couldn’t Understand
It's gotta be here somewhere.
10. Cool People Don’t Draw Bees
Tubbo waits.
I like how every single fic (excluding the poem, which is obviously formatted differently) starts with a single sentence, apart from number two which is a hekkin monster of a paragraph sjsgajgsjsfsg my goodness-
No pressure tags: @biathediamond @thisistheendtimes @cryingtulips @icyfox17 @salineroses @kanerallels @thatfriendlyanon @cats-inthe-cradle @winterinhimring and anyone else who wants to hop in! :)
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Hi I just wanted to ask if you could do a part 2 on that one short story when lou had a shock collar? I found that one really interesting I really wanna read more of it ^^
I'm actually really invested in it, too, now XD
This is gonna be another long one, so I'll put a 'read more' break right about here.
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"He's waking up!"
"Just stay calm. We don't wanna get 'im worked up."
"His hands are still sparking…"
"Just let him breathe and calm down. He's under a lot of stress."
Face pinched. Mouth twisting into a frown. Blue eyes blinked open a few seconds later and he was met with the sight of all the dolls crowded around him. They looked worried for some reason—
Lou sat up quickly, pupils contracting in fear as he looked at his hands. Hands rested on his shoulders tightly as Mandy shouted out a few syllables to get his attention. "Woah, lay back down, alright?"
"Th-The collar—robots—wh-what happened—"
Blue sparks became more erratic around his hands. Whatever this was must have been tied to his emotions. “Breathe, breathe.” Mandy took him by the wrists, keeping a safe distance from his hands. “You have to calm down, okay? Everything is fine. We’re in my house. We didn’t want to carry you all the way to Ox’s.”
The doll in front of her trembled, sparks not ceasing. The wind outside slammed against the windows and door as his breathing picked up speed. Wage pulled back the edge of the blinds to see storm clouds rolling in quickly. “Someone better calm ‘im down or knock ‘im out, 'cause he’s bringin’ in a storm.”
“Lou, hey, look at me,” Mandy lifted his face. His pupils were contracted again. “Lou, you’ve gotta breathe.”
“I-I-I can’t.”
Ox hopped up onto the sofa and sat behind Lou. “Wage, keep the blinds closed an’ make sure the door’s locked.” He wrapped both arms around the small frame in front of him, head pressed against Lou’s shoulder. “We’ll just ride it out, Bud, okay? It’s a panic attack.”
Electricity danced along Lou’s fingers and slowly traveled up his bare arms. Mandy quickly pulled the short sleeves of the t-shirt up to Lou’s shoulder so the sparks wouldn’t reach the fabric and start a fire. She paused on the right sleeve when a mark became visible. The number 3 in black ink.
“What–” Moxy started before Ox cut her off.
“Let’s focus on one thing at a time.” He spoke shortly, eyeing the insignia. Lou was beginning to shake even worse and the house trembled on its foundation. The whole Institute was shaking.
LuckyBat’s eyes lit with an idea and he disappeared upstairs toward Mandy’s room. She barely had time to ask him where he was going before he was gone. A few minutes passed of them trying to calm Lou down before the bat appeared again with a pair of black rubber gloves. Mandy forgot she had those when she took up gardening. “Here, rubber is an insulator for electricity. This should keep it from getting stronger.” She wasted no time in carefully sliding them onto his hands. They fit snugly, tightening around his wrists. The electrical sparks along his arms gradually faded and Lou watched them disappear beneath the black material. His breathing finally slowed down and the shaking ebbed away.
The wind from outside grew silent and the shaking in the Institute stopped.
The dolls looked around the house, listening to the wind ceased.
“Good,” Mandy finally let herself breathe. “Good…th-that was good, Lou. Everything is okay now, see?” She took him by the hands, lacing their fingers together. “We fixed it.”
Blue eyes looked up at her with a mix of every emotion aside from rejoicing. They still glowed a bit. This close and in the dim lighting of the room, they could see the faintest outlines of a weird design in his cornea. Like streams of wires and tiny dots of brighter lights glowing behind his eyes. “Fixed?”
The misunderstanding wasn’t hitting home yet. “Yeah. It’s fixed now. Just keep the gloves on and–”
“Fixed,” Lou repeated with more conviction. “As in ‘was broken’.”
Mandy finally caught on and she stumbled over her next words. “W-Well I—”
“I’m going to the recycle.” Lou pushed her away and stood on shaking legs. Ox fumbled forward and hurried to be there in case the doll fell.
“Lou, sit down,” Ox ordered.
“I’m not under your control anymore, Sir.” The word was spoken with so much venom. “I’m going to the recycle.”
Ox fisted his paws and stepped in front of Lou as he reached for the doorknob. “Lou, sit back down or I’ll—”
“You’ll what?” Lou hissed. His eyes glowed brighter and Ox couldn’t help the fact that he took a step back. Blue streams of light traveled like veins under Lou’s felt above the glove. Lou noticed. "This," he hissed, holding up a gloved hand, "is just more reason for me to be destroyed. Now I'm even more of a freak than I was before."
Ox had to choose his words carefully. "Sit down and let's talk about this."
“I’m sick and tired of being told what to do and when to do it!” Lou leaned down closer to Ox’s face, hands fisting at his sides. “For once—can everyone just let me do what I want! I want to go to the recycle and I want this to be over.”
“I can’t let you do that,” Ox felt his own frustration piling up. “You know I can’t. Don’t make this harder than it has to be.”
Another shock made Lou cry out, desperately trying to squirm out of the human hand that held him tightly. Russian blue eyes stared down at him placidly. “I told you not to break those rules, Louis. Don’t make this harder than it has to be.”
The bunny watched those pupils constrict again and the wind outside whistled. Lou’s chest moved in and out a bit faster. “You’re just like him. All of you.” Blue eyes skimmed across the room to the other dolls. “You’re just like my Creator. Keeping me alive just to see me suffer–”
A hand grabbed his wrist quickly and Lou was no sooner on his knees staring into Ox’s eye. “I’m keepin’ you alive ‘cause I love ya. I don’t care if ya listen to a word I say or not. I ain’t gonna punish you for it. But gosh darn it, Lou, I ain’t lettin’ ya kill yourself ‘cause I love ya too much t’ let ya go!” Ox kept Lou in front of him even as the blond tried to pull away. “You ain’t broken,” he spoke softer, catching Lou’s full attention. “This,” he held up the wrist he was holding, “this is what your Creator was scared of. I don’t understand it, but I know for a fact you ain’t his puppet anymore. You ain’t his pet. Now…instead of runnin’ from it, why don’t you control it and fight back.”
Lou’s eyes widened when Ox ripped the glove off of his hand and laced their fingers together. Ox bit down on his tongue as the electricity nipped and bit on his felt. It stung and sent the fuzz on him on edge, making it stick up around his paw. Lou tried pulling away. He knew it was hurting the bunny. But Ox didn’t let go. “Ox stop!” Lou screamed, using his other hand to try and pry Ox’s off. The bunny took hold of Lou’s other wrist and held it back. The electricity grew more frantic and Ox tried his best not to breathe through his teeth as the pain increased.
“Ox, let go,” Mandy warned.
“No. He can do it,” Ox grunted.
The wind outside grew frantic again and the room dimmed as clouds rolled overhead. “O-Ox, please…I-I don’t wanna hurt you,” Lou begged, eyes screwed shut, trying to concentrate on the electricity to calm it down somehow.
“Then I guess ya better learn to control it, cause I ain’t lettin’ go.” Lou felt Ox’s paw clench as the voltage grew stronger. More of the fuzz along the bunny’s arm started rising. The lights in the house started to flicker. One of the bulbs in the kitchen light busted and glass shattered across the floor. "Either get a handle on it or let it out," Ox closed his eye tightly, breathing labored. His heart felt tight and skipped too many beats at a time.
Blue streams of light glowed in vein-like patterns along Lou's arms. He clenched his jaw and roughly pulled down the other hand that Ox was holding up. He ripped the glove off with his teeth and bolts of electricity shot out through his fingers as he screamed. The window next to them imploded from the heat and the dolls ducked their heads as glass flew across the floor.
The wind still whipped angrily outside, blowing into the house now, but the intense voltage from the hand Ox was holding dissipated. He evened his breathing the best he could before opening his eye. Tears dripped down Lou’s face. “I-I can’t—”
“No, that was good,” Ox finally let go and wrapped his arms around Lou. “That was really good, Bud. Sometimes you gotta let it out instead of bottlin’ it up.” Something wet landed on Ox’s ears. It started raining lightly outside. “It’s okay,” he rubbed up and down Lou’s back, mouth pressed against Lou’s temple. “We’re gonna help you control it.”
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Something as untameable as electricity wasn’t the easiest thing to control. Lou had started off being really adamant about keeping the gloves on, but Mandy managed to get them off and hid them somewhere in her room. The wind had finally died down. The rain stopped. The sun started to peak out again and Wage and Babo were sweeping up the glass shards on the floor. Mandy was a little disappointed that her window was broken, but she tried to hide it as Lou looked awfully guilty about the whole ordeal.
“Let’s try something simple,” she suggested. Moxy stood up on the sofa to be almost eye-level with Lou. Her hands were stretched out, waiting for Lou to put his hands in hers. Lou took a step back, but Mandy was behind him, hands on his shoulders as she gently eased him forward. “Just put your hands in hers.”
“B-But the shocks—”
“I’ll be fine,” Moxy smiled. “I can take it, honest. Don’t be scared.” Blue sparks were already beginning to dance and swirl around his fingertips. It looked beautiful and dangerous at the same time.
“We need to figure out what increases your…voltage,” Mandy searched for the proper term. “Once we figure out what triggers it, then we can work to control it.” Lou’s hands were finally laid on top of Moxy’s. He swallowed, eyeing the sparks. “Good. Now, think about…,” her eyes searched the room, “Ox.” The bunny’s ears lifted at his name.
Lou’s mouth quirked minutely, but the streams of electricity glowed at the mention of his name. Moxy felt just the tiniest sting. “I’d rate that a two, maybe.” Mandy nodded and LuckyBat wrote that down.
“Alright, how about—”
“Pizza!” Uglydog suggested.
“Why pizza?” Mandy deadpanned at him.
“Why not?” Uglydog said defensively.
Moxy didn’t feel anything. She grinned at the way Lou’s brow rose and he wrinkled his nose at the out-of-pocket suggestion. “Zero. Didn’t feel anything.” That was written down.
“M’kay,” Mandy bit her lip for a second and gave a nod of assurance to Moxy. The pink doll braced herself. Mandy stepped up closer behind Lou, hands on his shoulder blades as she watched his hands. They lit up a bit as she stepped closer. “Think about the Big World—”
“Ow!” Moxy yelped and flinched back from Lou’s hands. He startled at both the intense emotion that had coursed through him and the result of it, causing another bolt of electricity to go haywire and blow out the light fixture in the living room. “Six, that was a six,” she put her fingers to her mouth.
“Sorry!” Lou backed up, only to remember Mandy was behind him.
“No, it’s fine. That’s what we were looking for.” Mandy brought her arms around him to hold either of his arms up. The sparks jolted and began to climb up his arms toward her hands. “Any emotion seems to affect it. The stronger you feel, the more intense the voltage is.”
“Does it depend on if it’s a good or bad emotion?” Ox wrung his paws together, recalling when his name was mentioned. Lou didn’t still feel anger toward him, did he?
“Not sure,” Mandy noted the electricity climbing up toward her. “Am I scaring you right now?”
“No,” Lou rose a brow, watching the sparks as well.
“Do you feel angry?”
“I…don’t think so.”
“Well, your powers say otherwise. What are you feeling right now?” Mandy experimented by sliding her hands up his arms. The electricity flickered, brightening, and chased after her hands like it was a game.
“I wouldn’t call them powers,” he mumbled. “I-I don’t know. I’m not mad or scared. I’m definitely not sad. What else is there?”
“Happy?” Moxy suggested.
“Happy about what?” Lou gave her an incredulous look. The pink doll merely looked back at Mandy pointedly. He set his face to look stoic. “No, I’m not.” Moxy didn’t look convinced. The electricity that glowed along his arms at just the insinuation proved her right, regardless.
"It's following you, Mands," Wage watched it curiously.
She hummed and watched the sparks dance up his arms toward her hands. "I've got an idea." She turned Lou around so that he was facing her and put her hands on his shoulders. "New game: keep it from touching me."
"W-What?" Lou's eyes went wide.
"You heard me. Keep it from touching me. That's your challenge."
"I don't like this game," Lou stepped back from her.
"What's the worse that can happen?" Mandy asked as if it wasn't obvious.
"I don't wanna hurt you," Lou glared.
Wage snorted. "Says the one that tried to recycle her."
At that, Lou barely refrained from wincing. However, his new abilities gave way to what he felt. Guilt. The electricity along his hands and arms seemed to die out immediately. The glow in his eyes dimmed back to their normal blue.
Wage seemed to perk at this improvement. "Well, whatever you felt then seemed to work. That made it go away." Lou turned his head away from her, staring at the ground.
Mandy’s gaze softened and she took a small step toward him. He replaced the distance again, looking at her through his bangs. His face was serious. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
The conviction behind his words had her pausing for a moment. “I know you don’t.” Wage scoffed. The other dolls, aside from Ox, had to say that they didn’t know if they believed it themselves. “But if we’re gonna control this, we have to be willing to take risks.” She held her hands out toward him. They were stared at. Lou’s face tensed at the thought of causing more damage than he already has. Not to mention all the damage he caused prior to getting these stupid abilities. “I’m not going to tell you what to do, either,” Mandy continued. He met her eyes.
It was confinement and constraint that even brought him to this point. This breaking point. And while controlling the person who had the abilities sounded like a good plan…it also had the more probable result of making things worse. So, instead of having someone else control him, he’d have to do that himself.
And it started with giving him the freedom to make a choice.
“You can let us help you…or you can tell us to back off and we will.” Mandy took a step back herself to give him more space. “It’s up to you and what you want to do.”
Lou glanced at the door. He could walk away from all of this. At the very least, he could finally get away and go to the recycling like he wanted in the first place. No more powers. No more Creator. No more emotions. No more being this freak of nature. This robot. Maybe he would come back as a normal doll and be able to do normal doll things.
It sounded so enticing that it almost didn’t feel like a choice anymore. It felt like that’s what his Creator wanted. It felt like the option was so good that it would be the only way for him to get out of this mess.
It felt like running.
Like being that submissive pet again.
And what would even happen if he did come back as a normal doll? He would be like the rest of them. Following the rules of the factory. He would still be required to go through the same process of learning how to survive the Big World, finding a kid, and being a proper doll. He would be another oblivious doll that didn’t understand the power the factory had over them.
Or he could gain control of his power…and take back what the factory stole from him: freedom.
The dolls watched his eyes slowly illuminate and those sparks reignited on his fingers. He looked at Mandy, replacing the distance between them again and holding his forearms out. “I want help.”
#ox#writing#uglydolls#lou#fanfiction#moxy#mandy#ask#part 2#short story#wage#babo#uglydog#angst#hurt/comfort
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Goose, my beloved my bestie, if I want to get into the Fallout universe, where do I start and what do I need to know?? (pls infodump 🥰 I figured an ask post would be easiest so I don’t lose it)
i had to hop onto my laptop to type this out because i already know its going to be long xD
adding a cut so this doesnt take up the entire dash skdjhfskhj
tbh it's pretty hard to play through the series chronologically because it's not really one consistent story: it's a bunch of different stories being told in the same setting. i think the best place to start kind of comes down to which you enjoy most: rpg elements, story, or gameplay.
the older games (like 1 & 2) grant you the most freedom as far as roleplaying goes, but their top-down aspect can be a little off-putting to some people, as well as (at least from personal experience) they're a lot less forgiving than the newer games. your build has to be pretty particular in the beginning if you want to survive combat. even if I'm playing a speech heavy character, i find that i have to tag unarmed/melee skills just to get through the tutorial sequence in the beginning of 2 if i want to survive the intro. a lot of people like them due to their rpg value. it feels like your choices really matter in the wasteland. compared to the later games, they're pretty lax with what they let you do. there's not really a lot of icons on the map telling you where to go or what to do. personally, i need a little more direction when playing a game, but i understand the appeal. out of all of the fallout games, 1 & 2 are probably the ones i have the least hours into out of all of them
fallout 3 and New Vegas are a little clunky with their combat systems but that can be blamed on their age (and probably nv's shorter development time). new vegas and 3 are quite different but im lumping them together because they came out around the same time. new vegas is a cult classic. probably the most (at least openly) loved of all the fallout games, and for good reason. the story felt like old fallout while using the same game engine as the newer one. a lot of the same people who worked on the first two fallouts went to work for obsidian (who developed new vegas) after black isle studios went under so they took a lot of their ideas for the original fallout 3 (which was meant to be another top down one set in California if I'm remembering correctly!) but made it into the 3d rpg style we know today. the combat can feel a little clunky in fnv, but if you want to play a game that has the feeling of "old fallout" with the gameplay of the newer ones, new vegas would be a good place to start
fallout 3 was the first game i got into back when it came out in like 2008 bc my brother had it for his old xbox xD. compared to 4 and new vegas, the capital wasteland is a lot less populated and more barren feeling than other games. supplies and ammo are rarer (assuming you don't know where to look for them) making the game feel like more of a struggle. it makes sense seeing as you start out as a squishy vault dweller who has never seen the wasteland before. story-wise it's pretty good. you can bypass like the first half of the main storyline by just making a beeline to where your dad is in vault 114(?? I'm blanking on the number rn so this might not be the right vault) and avoiding megaton altogether. i don't recommend doing this though because you will miss A LOT of worldbuilding and experience/levels. as far as rpg elements go, you can either be a savior of the wasteland or a real evil bastard depending on what you choose. it feels like you really make a difference for all the settlements/people you decide to help. part of my gripe with this game comes down to the ending. ill avoid spoilers as much as i can just in case you want to play through the game but im not a fan of games you cant continue playing after the ending especially when there's a workaround with one of the companions. overall fallout 3 is pretty enjoyable if you can look past the limitations of the game engine
If you want something that's a lot more forgiving during gameplay, but still feels like the wasteland, I'd start with fallout 4! the combat handles a lot better than 3 & new vegas, but as far as rpg elements go, you're kind of railroaded into the typical good-guy path which i personally don't mind because that tends to be my playstyle in games anyway lmaoooo. fo4 was one of the first "mainstream" fallout games so the story is made to appeal to a more general audience. it's not nearly as dark as the storyline of the earlier games although you can find these more ominous elements tucked away in terminals and environmental storytelling. this game has some of my favorite companions out of the entire series, and fo4 has one of my favorite dlc's out of the entire series which is Far Harbor. if you're into modding your games, the community for fo4 was still pretty active for it even before the show came out. i know a lot of fans of the series have a gripe with the storyline of this game in particular due to it railroading you down a certain path. not to mention, a lot of the actions you make in the commonwealth feel like they don't really change the outcome. however the gameplay is pretty forgiving to someone who hasn't played this series before. your starting stats aren't really the difference between life or death as they give you a lot of room for error. i personally really enjoy the settlement building system and i'd love to see it implemented in later games with tweaks to make it even better. I'm also pretty biased in what i say about fo4 because i have the most hours into it out of any of the other fallout games and it's very near and dear to my heart xD
also slightly related to fallout 4-- if you're looking for a youtuber with some amazing settlement ideas, i really like the creator IfThenCreate who has a whole ongoing series about different settlement builds around the commonwealth. she's very charming and her videos are very cozy and tbh i could listen to her for hours (which i probably actually have because her videos about sanctuary hills are like four hours combined xD). not all of her content is fallout related but at the moment she has probably one of my favorite fallout related series :3
tbh i can't really speak a whole lot about fallout 76. out of all of the games (ignoring tactics and the brotherhood of steel ones) it's probably the game i have the least hours into. as far as gameplay goes, it seems pretty solid. i enjoyed the way they did Appalachia, but I don't think this is the best game to start with if you're just getting into the series. 4 or new vegas is going to be a better place to start imo
if you have amazon prime I'd say start with the show ksdjfkj I've only seen the first two episodes (as of right now at least) but it looks amazing so far. it's the best way to dip your toes into the series without having to commit yourself to tens or hundreds of hours of gameplay xD
also if you get into the games prepare for them to crash. like a lot xD my poor old xbox one could barely handle downtown Boston in fo4 and while it's definitely better on my computer, it still struggles. i also tend to mod my games to hell so that might be part of my problem lmaoaoao. the games can be buggy at times (especially the Bethesda ones) but if you can look past that they're all pretty enjoyable
#goose answers#ari <3#its perfect timing you ask this because like all of the fallout games are on sale on steam right now xD#it was like 6 in the morning when i started writing this so sorry if its a little incomprehensible xD#this is all my opinion of course and i think some of the beauty within this series comes with finding out which part of it you like best :)#as far as pc v console goes i dont really have an opinion on it#the first two games i think you can only play on pc#i find a controller is easier to use for shooter games but my computer tends to run fallout better than my console#but console is the one i have more hours on by far#so really it comes down to personal prefrence lol
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I got 25 (late) asks 😅 (its got some fnaf lore too tho!👀)
You know? You’ve got a point. I cant imagine Monty getting split in half would be a fun thing to remember..
But honestly? If Monty remembered everything that happened that night? The damage he took from the splash bucket would be small potatoes to him. The thing that would REALLY freak him out is remembering how he went berserk and tried to hunt down and kill a child.
And Pyro! XD
SLKAJLKDJF THANK YOUUUU!!!
--As for how I create headcannons/AUs,, XD
Headcannons and AUs are mostly just me filling in the blanks in cannon in my own ✨special✨ way.
Like FNAF Security Breach for example.
Me: “So what happened to Bonnie exactly? Did Monty REALLY destroy him out of jealousy? How did Afton get down there in the basement? Why is Foxy never mentioned despite Pirates cove being a thing? Is he even IN the story? How come all the animatronics were attacking you? How come Freddy WASN’T attacking you? What made Freddy crash on stage? What happened to Vanny and the animatronics after Gregory left? How does the Daycare attendant work? Is he two animatronics in one? Is he two separate animatronics? How can his FABRIC CLOTHES physically change color if the game implies they are the same animatronic? WHY was Gregory at the pizzaplex in the first place??“
FNAF/Steel wool: “Lol figure it out”
Me:
Yes, although I will not specify where they are in the story or what is going to become of them.
I can confirm that yes, both William Afton and Vanny are not only in my AU, but both play a major role in the over all story. :}
Hmmm, good question... Now, my memory isn’t the best. But out of all the fandoms I’ve jumped into? I’d probably say Octonauts was the most welcoming and overall supportive of me.
I think part of it was because the Octonauts fandom is a bit small.. so when a new artist came around it was like “Heck yeah man! Common in! :DDD”
And also most of the angst lovers in the fandom were on the same page as me, so I got a lot of support there too XD
Tank qqqq!!! :}}}} ❤❤❤
I have! And I’ve seen a few episodes of it. So far I really like it! Mostly because there were episodes centered around my favorite characters XD (Captain Barnacles, Calico Jack, Ranger Marsh and Professor Natquik)
XD I’m glad you like them! Although I’m not sure how much longer I’ll be posting them. Considering I’m making more progress in the FNAF writing.. 😅
Tank qqq,, I’m glad you like him! :DD And I’m sure DJMM would be glad to hear someone say that XD
I cant find the WORDS for this, this was all so SWEET AHHOASKNLKM This really hit me right in my heart man- I hjust- HSFDF
THANK YOU SO MUCHH!! This was such a nice thing to read!!!😭😭😭
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Actually, funnily enough Engineer isn’t wounded in this comic. This was before his injury.
Engineer is just freaking the heck out over the dolls outside.. 👀
(But yes he does recover from his injury that he gets later in the story)
Actually, you may be in luck! Have you heard the news going around? There was some updates recently and a lot of the bots have been weeded out.
When I heard the news, I couldn’t believe it. So I hopped on to see what was up and sure enough.. the casual servers were surprisingly clean. I mean there’s still a bot here and there. But it wasn’t like before when you couldn't even leave spawn without getting sniped from across the map.
The casual servers actually have real players now, and most of the bots have been wiped out :}}
Or at least, uh. It was like that last time I checked a few months ago. Maybe the bots came back idk--
I don’t like it when people draw fanart of my stuff.
But if you were to draw fanart and never show/tell anyone and it would only be for your eyes to see? I mean, what am I gonna do? Be upset about something that I have no idea was drawn?
The only set back would be the ✨soul crushing guilt✨ of drawing fanart of some of my stuff even though you know I don’t vibe with that XD
@orionapraxnia
Not.. really? I mean, if I miss a fandom, I just. Jump back into it XD
Like I did with TF2 recently. I was getting a little burnt out with writing so I took a short break by diving head first into TF2 again XD
I used to shy away from parkouring from fandom to fandom back in the day. But now a days I find that I have more fun by just drawing what ever I feel like drawing at the time. And my followers don’t seem to mind sooo,, XD
@burningmusicfunnygiant
Yes sirrr, those two were best buds back in the day,
(Here’s a link to the video)
I went and watched the video. And although it was pretty cool!.. It was a fan-made video. Its not an actual DLC..😅
@paintedpig I have a voice in mind for Foxy actually! I imagine him sounding just like his cannon voice. You can hear it in the Ultimate custom night voice lines.
As for Bonnie? I don’t think I really have one in mind for him... But I know he doesn’t sound high pitched and goofy. Like Nedd bear or Goofy the dog. I imagine his voice is deeper and more chill. Kind’a like what Freddy Fazbear might sound like?
Thank youuu,,, :}}}
Aww, I’m glad! :D
And its not that I don’t like those comics anymore. I’m still proud of them and like how they came out! Its just that from a lore perspective,, they don’t fit into the story anymore. Soooo for the sake of telling the story, they need a do over! :}
@sweetturtledonkeycookie I usually draw/post what ever fandom I’m into at the time. After my FNAF re-faze dies down maybe I’ll jump back into Octonauts. Or Undertale, ooorrrr jump into a NEW fandom like Sam and Max or something XD I cant predict what faze I’m going to go through next! You’re just going to have to wait and see! 😅
Yeah, I figured that the story was probably great and the characters were probably great.. but I judged a book by its cover and turned the other way <XD
Right now I have a lot of shows that I’m too lazy to watch that I mean to get around to someday. I guess for the sake of the story I’ll have to add Transformers animated to the list and give it the shot it deserves. :}
@mysteriousl0ser Roxy only got put up on stage after Bonnie was decommissioned, yes.
When Foxy was taken, the Band took a hit without their Keytar player. But the company hadn’t thought to put the other animatronics on stage in his place. Mostly because Monty/Roxy wouldn’t have really fit into the group..
But when Bonnie was damaged? Now they were down their Keytar player and their Bass player. So at that point they really needed to rebuild the band for that nights show so they tossed Monty and Roxy on the stage in their places.. <:/
As for how long the gap was between Foxy and Bonnie’s decommissions? That part of the timeline hasn’t been fully ironed out yet.. but I’d say about maybe 4 months to a year? It was supposed to feel like when the animatronics were finally starting to get back up on their feet and began to process Foxy’s death.. Bonnie was unexpectedly taken too. Knocking them all back down again..
Also thank you!! :DDD I’m glad you like them!! :}}
@johnbrownanarchist XD Thanks! It took me a while to figure out what he would look like back in the old days.
As for the description thing? I suppose you could use it. I mean, who doesn’t like Monty in a silly hat? XD
@wackigremlinchild Tank you!! :}} I did my best!
@conflicted-phoenix XD That is one of the highest complements I have ever received.
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Orana, Morrigan, and Arwen for the character thing 💗 (and I hope your day is going well!)
Hello, Mo!
Thank you, my day... Well, has gone well, thanks xD
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This the tag game
Orana:
First impression: She made me sad and made all my protec instincts kick instantly.
Impression now: Same as above, i think she got herself in a terrible situation... Which could have been her saving grace, with a good job. I hope she'll have all the therapy she needs and will find all the happiness in the world.
Favorite moment: She has such little moments in the game! I like how she settles down in the Hawke mansions tho, and people making references to her.
Idea for a story: I'd LOVE to read something about her and Fenris interact and bond, honestly. Or with Leandra! Or like... Some story with her as the main character.
Unpopular opinion: I haven't read many opinions about her to know if any of mine would be unpopular? I think that with time and much sureness in herself and her capacities and in how the world isn't scary, she'll make a life for herself... Even outside the Hawkes.
Favorite relationship: I would have loved to see more of her interacting with Leandra, honestly.
Favorite headcanon: Bodahn instantly adopting her as well.
Morrigan:
First impression: Honestly I though that oh no here comes the local hypersexualised lady with boobs out in the air for reasons. Then she started speaking and between the voice, the vocabulary and her personality... Listen, Alyra wasn't as abrasive as she is now in my first plans. She became like so in my attempt to trigger the romance with Morrigan. I don't accept that it couldn't happen, no. We scammed children for her, so in my head she's bi.
Impression now: I think she's one of the most interesting characters in the saga, characterisation and morality-wise. She's rough around the edges and I love how she really had not a redemption arc but stayed as she was. Just milder with age and motherhood, but still strong in her convinctions.
Favorite moment: The reunion in Witch Hunt? MORRIGAN PLZ DON'T GO WE'RE FRIEND. Her whole positive relationship with the Warden honestly is something I love. But also her talking about Skyhold... aaaaaaaaaaaaah plz tell me more about the lore.
Idea for a story: I'd love to see something more about her life in Orlais.. And to have some headcanon about what happen to make Leliana so angry at her. But also her keeping in contact with the Warden in spite of everything. Writing and writing and telling how Kieran's is doing and how she's doing, and them visiting Amaranthine in all secrecy to visit "Aunt/Uncle Warden".
Unpopular opinion: *places a wooden casket in the middle of the square. Hops on it and clears her throat* The Dark Ritual was NOT a betrayal. (particularly because... You can say no and she will be sad because she doesn't want you to die, but she won't force anyone). ALSO: it should have been written WAY better, but I think there was a way to make her drinking from the Well of Sorrow a viable solution for a Lavellan Inquisitor.
Favorite relationship: I love seeing her with Kieran, she's just... A good mom.
Favorite headcanon: I think she's always been motherly. In the way some neglected children are: they know what it means to not be taken care of, and will do it. She's the one who cooks for the group after Ostagar. She stays on the sidelines of the camp, but will guard said sidelines. She just has her way to be unseen when caring about others, because she naturally does it, but doesn't know how to express it without sounding weak to her ears.
Arwen:
First impression: My first approach to Tolkien was seeing the Fellowship of the Ring movie. I was starstruck when she appeared and in the river scene, I remember playing Arwen for LONG after I saw the movie (and until The Two Towers was out in cinemas and Eowyn became my favourite)
Impression now: I love her still, your honour. Eowyn may be closer to my heart, but you can't honestly hate Arwen. Tolkien knew how to write women. It's true that there could be more! But the ones we have? One stronger than the other, even the ones, like Arwen, that doesn't participate in battles. Galadriel in Rings of Power is 10 times a woman from a Tolkien book than Tauriel ever was. Arwen is intelligent and clever and a good Queen in the book, and she deserves more credit. She's strong in her own way, she's just the Healer of the group that stays out of the action.
Favorite moment: As for above, I know it's from the movie but I'm affectionate. "If you want him, come and claim him."
Idea for a story: Boromir lives. Boromir gets absolutely rabid about Eowyn making heart eyes at Aragorn. Boromir yells at Aragorn to tell her to stop, that he's old and has a girlfriend he loves. Aragorn doesn't want to hurt Eowyn's feelings and she doesn't listen ("Age is relative and well your girlfriend isn't here..."). Boromir writes to Arwen (Legolas, the little shit that he is, gives him the address).
Arwen travels south and single-handedly fixes EVERYTHING by herself. Because you know. Women in Tolkien are a few because otherwise there wouldn't be a story, they would just fix things without even getting their hair in disarray.
Unpopular opinion: I get rabid every time someone says she's a bad character in the book and that the movie did her more justice. No. Sorry, but no. You can like Movie!Arwen better, that's fine. Book!Arwen is not worse. Take Arwen away from the book and good luck in having Aragorn move his royal butt and stop being your local Bear Grylls.
Favorite relationship: I'd love to see her interact with her brothers, honestly.
Favorite headcanon: She'll be an active part in politics when she'll become Queen. She's an elf, she's educated, she'll be a great Queen and will be listened and loved and cherished.
Also, as children she was more destructive than her siblings. She had the worst plans, but she was better at playing the innocent, cute child with Dad Elrond and always got clean and never got punished.
#characters opinion meme#dragon age#lotr#orana#morrigan#arwen#I can agree with people who disagree with me and see their point BUT if they tell me “Tolkien hated women”#No.#Fuck no.#Read the chapter of the Silmarillion about Beren and Luthien and we'll talk again about it.#Tolkien compensates quantity with QUALITY which is something Peter Jackson didn't understand at all#Fucking ROSIE COTTON is as epic as Sam <_<
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Hi ! I'd like to know too for the ask game : 6, 13 and 26 ?
6. Is there a c!Dream scene/moment/action you would change?
Hmmmm I can't think of any, no. Mostly I think I would like some more in terms of follow-through w/ certain scenes, such as c!Endersmile the whole agreement with c!Dream + c!Foolish, the whole Aimsey debacle, stuff with c!Sapnap, but a lot of that was kinda beyond cc control. In terms of the stuff that seemed to be building somewhere that we didn't get I'd say what I miss the most is probably c!Wilbur getting involved w/ the prison arc, because damn it seemed like everyone involved wanted that badly but it just never worked out scheduling wise. Also, scrapped lore, but scrapped lore Is Canon. To Me.
In terms of actual scenes I would change...idk, LN5 c!Quackity and c!Dream showdown comes to mind? But that wasn't like bad, it was just because of internet issues there was a lot less of it than I would've liked. I wanted to see more c!Dream in the c!Dream vs c!Quackity showdown (tm), but as it is c!Dream blowing up a shit ton of slime and having a panic attack works perfectly well for me (it honestly hurt c!Q more than c!Dream, considering their stories, but again sometimes technical issues can't be helped.)
13. Since we rarely saw c!Dream's own POV, who was your main pov character/s?
Wherever c!Dream Was (tm).
For a more serious answer, especially in the early days I watched a lot of Tubbo. Fundy too, funnily enough? Wilbur as well, Tommy POV was probably what I watched the least at that point (unless Dream was online lmao). Lots of Punz watching too tbh when he was active on DSMP (and now, I've been watching Punz for a long time). Later on, still lots of Tubbo, more Tommy, I just kinda hopped onto whoever's stream at the time errrr I will not lie i was kinda a no life DSMP watcher for like all of 2020. Later on I watched a lot of Sam, Foolish, and Bad when they were the main three logging on. But yeah, basically whoever I could lmao
26. If c!Dream had to spend the rest of his life around only one other DSMP character, which one would you choose for him?
🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰c!Sam🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰
I mean I do have an AU that's literally this exact concept what do u expect from me who am I if not giving c!Sam eeeeeeverything he could ever want (tm)
If I'm not literally torturing c!Dream, probably c!Techno XD
#dreblr ask game#my asks !!#ask game#thinks about c!dream in the finale ueueuue#remembering how it was to . Want To Live. oh my boy :[#tbf in terms of like /healing/ that last question is a hard one to answer for me#idk c!dream kinda needs to live like. for himself yk. idk.#he's been in a really fucked place in his head and scrambling to Fix the Whole Fucking World#and he's like looked at himself like who he is in the mythos is all he can be#and look i think at the end of the day he needs idk. room to breathe. idk. to not be alone but also#to not like idk become consumed by this like idk intertwined mess of devotion and fear#like there's no really easy answer imo healing isn't exactly easy for him. at all.#he's been in the thick of a community where he was the scapegoat and the Cause Of All Evil and he's done a lot of shit things true#but he's also been treated in so many terrible ways and honestly just never really given a chance to be like. human#and there's a lot of paranoia and thought patterns divorced from reality and whatnot#anyway . all that being said. making him worse on the other hand is very easy#so yeahhhh [waves c!dream over c!sam's head like a new toy for a dog] WHOS A GOOD BOY
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I’m not sure if you’ve written for trolls before
Wdyt about a troll courting a bookish girl in town?
Female Troll ( Agatha ) x Female Reader
(Whew! This story had eluded me for quite a spell, I had a hard time starting this, and I hope it’s not too corny XD I hope you love this badass gal hehe! )
You remember when you were younger, when you and your friends used to find music and tell each other songs that reminded you of each other. Or finding music you felt that best resonated with your soul at a particular time in your life. You would listen to it on repeat for days, putting your heart into your voice when you would sing them alone.
As you got older, the idea of thinking of quirky theme songs for others, was more of an occasional thought. But there was a figure that entered your life, that gave you such a strong impression you couldn’t help yourself. From the way they walked, from the way they talked. There was a song that dropped into your head instantaneously.
Bad to the Bone.
B-b-b-b-bad
B-b-b-b-b-bad
The swagger in her step, pointed ears with enough piercings to set off the metal detector in the modest local library. She was taller than an average human, a troll with wild raging hair that was messily pulled back into a ponytail. A sharp angular face, with a hooded brow that gave her a permanent glare. With a dark and well worn leather jacket covered in patches. One stood out the most, a large patch across the back with the head of a troll with x’s for eyes. Troll Hell, it read, emblazoned in large flaming letters.
You peek around the shelves almost dropping your books, and many of the normal library patrons seemed to share a similar gawking expression. Though, the face you made was more in awe than the more disapproving faces.
Bad to the Bone.
The strong lady with the lovely mint skin, suddenly became a library regular. And you could hear that motorcycle coming from a mile away. Sounding more like it was charging into battle than coming to quietly read in peace and quiet.
You passed her out the door one day and made the mistake of watching her for a moment too long. Piercing eyes glance in your direction and she cracks a cheeky smile. You jerk your head, burying your face in your newly borrowed books and hurry a little faster out the door. As you walk around your car to hop inside, you notice the beast of a motorcycle parked beside your parking space. Cherry red and black, polished and glittering.
- - -
That was then, you thought, your hands wrapped her waist as you close your eyes tightly. You could barely hear anything over the roar of the motorcycle and the wind rushing in your ears. Pressed against the warm leather jacket and letting yourself being carried along to work.
You knew the folks at the library were going to stare.
Good for them, you thought.
#troll x reader#troll x human#female troll x female reader#female monster x female reader#sfw#exorphilia#monster x reader#monster x human
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