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crissiebaby · 3 months

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Double Diaper Dare: Chapter 13

DISCLAIMER: This story contains diaper usage, public humiliation, masturbation/diaper sex, WAM, hypermessing, hypnosis, diaper filling, slime transformation, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!

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*...TAP…TAP…TAP…*

Sinking down in her desk chair, Crissie could feel her anxiety growing with every tap from Codi’s drawing pen. It had been a little over two days since Codi had wandered into Crissie’s nursery via one of her wormholes, only to be rendered powerless and trapped within the same ‘create or regress’ situation that Crissie was in. Unlike Crissie, though, Codi’s interest in diapers and ageplay was far more passive, turning Crissie’s dream of forced diaper servitude into Codi’s nightmare. Efforts from Crissie to get Codi to relax and enjoy herself had fallen on deaf ears as the stoic dimension-hopper did little more than thump her pen against a blank screen for what felt like a straight 48 hours, pausing only to sleep, eat, and have her diaper begrudgingly changed.

Glancing at the pink gold key on her desk, Crissie contemplated teleporting herself away from the nursery for a bit in search of a more conducive writing environment. However, she decided against it, recognizing that nothing would get better for her and her new roommate by ditching. Standing up from her desk, she marched to the other side of the nursery and plopped herself down across from Codi. “H-Hey, wanna do something?” she asked hesitantly, “I-It doesn’t even have to be anything ABDL-related! We can just hang out and watch a movie or…something…” Her words trailed off as her confidence began to evaporate, thanks in large part to Codi’s unwavering tapping.

*...TAP…TAP-*

In a moment of frustration, Crissie reached over the knee-high floor desk and placed a heavy hand on the butt of Codi’s drawing pen, bringing an immediate stop to the senseless tapping. “Look, I get it. You don’t wanna be here and that’s fine. B-But can you please stop tapping your screen?” she pleaded, the anxiety of confrontation nearly causing her to cry. She slowly retracted her hand from Codi’s, locking her eyes on the floor, “I-I’m sorry.”

Letting the pen fall from her grasp, Codi leaned back against the wall and sighed. It had only been two days and she could already feel it in the back of her mind: the inability to focus on one thing for long periods of time, the desire for comfort and simplicity, the failure to accurately judge when her bladder was full. She wasn’t certain how this pocket-dimension nursery worked but it was clear that Master, and subsequently Crissie, were true to their words. If she didn’t produce artwork in the same way that Crissie produced stories, she would regress until there was nothing left in her conscious mind beyond the thoughts of a babbling baby. And worst of all was how euphoric the feeling of losing her maturity actually was.

In a fit of defiant rage, Codi picked up her drawing pad and chucked it across the room, forcing Crissie to duck out of the way to avoid being hit. The drawing pad crashed against the wooden wardrobe and shattered upon impact. However, as broken hardware landed on the floor, the tablet disappeared, only to reappear on Codi’s desk in perfect condition a second later.

Curling up into a ball, Codi shook her head solemnly. “How do you do it?” she said, trying and failing to avoid sounding choked up, “How do you block everything out and just keep writing? You’re a prisoner here…a prisoner who’s under the constant threat of losing every adult thought in your head. How do you find the motivation not to just…give up and let it happen?”

Crissie placed a hand on her chin and pondered Codi’s question. In all honesty, it was something she hadn’t really considered. Taking a moment to collect her words, she responded, “I suppose…it’s because I love it. It may sound weird but for the first time in my life, I think I’ve found something that I’m good at AND that I love doing. I know, it’s silly diaper smut, but so what? I write what inspires me and that inspiration is what wakes me up in the morning. And yeah, the idea of regression certainly is alluring for an AB like me, but not at the cost of my creativity. I hope that answers your question at least somewhat.”

Standing up from her cross-legged position, Crissie stretched and let out a big yawn, her mind and body exhausted after the amount of spoons it cost her to approach Codi in the first place. As much as she didn’t want to abandon her roomie after offering to hang out, she needed to rest if she had any intention to write later today. “Alright, well, I’m gonna go watch TubeTube videos in my crib until I pass out for a nap,” she said, unconsciously wiggling her diaper butt as she walked back to her crib and lifted the wooden bars, “My advice: find what inspires you too and don’t hold back. And regardless of if you choose to draw or turn your mind into mush, I’m glad you’re here. Makes the nursery a lot less lonely, that’s for sure. Nite, Codi.”

Watching as Crissie settled into bed and shuttered her crib bars closed, Codi pondered on what Crissie had told her. “Find what inspires me,” she muttered to herself, racking her brain and trying to come up with a simple answer for such an open-ended prompt. Prior to ending up in the pocket-dimension nursery, she found joy in drawing animals and other creatures as they existed in their habitats. Her ability to explore the far reaches of the cosmos gave her a point of view that seldom few had. How could she possibly recreate that feeling in such a contained environment?

Picking her drawing pen up from the table, Codi decided to put aside Crissie’s advice for now and just get something on paper to stave off the ever-encroaching mental regression. In a matter of minutes, she had a humanoid figure sketched up, uncertain of what defining features to give it. That was until she spotted Crissie’s trademark hair bow draped over the side of the crib. With a flick of her wrist, she added the bow and ponytail hairstyle to the head of her drawing, smiling at her decision to turn the plain figure on her screen into her first Crissie art piece.

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“Why am I obsessed with you?”

Codi’s words bounced around in Crissie’s head as she struggled to understand what point the sardonic slime girl was trying to make. “Wait…you’re obsessed with…what?!” she said, feeling as though she must’ve missed some important detail in her and Codi’s conversation.

Thankfully, Codi was present to lay all the cards on the table. “You heard me. Ever since my life was transplanted to your stupid nursery, I’ve…become obsessed with you,” she said, placing her fingers on the bridge of her nose and letting out a painfully long sigh, “It started slowly at first. Just a few simple drawings of you here and there. Before long, I found myself staring at you frequently for no reason and giggling at the same stupid, immature antics that I used to find annoying. And now…now, I can’t even stand shoulder to shoulder with you without feeling this…intense tightness…right here.” She clutched her chest where her heart would be if she had one.

“W-What are you trying to say?” asked Crissie, placing a hand on Codi’s arm only for Codi to rip away from her on impact.

Letting out an exasperated chuckle, Codi responded, “You see?! That’s what I’m talking about!! Just the smallest amount of physical contact is all it takes.” She inched back from Crissie in hopes of regaining her composure. “I feel like I’m going insane…like I can’t control my thoughts anymore! And at the center of those thoughts is you and I have no idea why! It’s because you did something, right? You and your stupid writing powers must’ve manipulated me somehow! Admit it!”

“No! No, I swear, I’d never do that! I made a promise to Master that I’d never write about someone who already exists ever again!” said Crissie, talking a mile a minute as she tried to convince Codi of her innocence. All of a sudden, a theory about Codi’s current state of mind began to materialize in her head. At first, she tried to convince herself that it couldn’t be true but the more she attempted to rationalize against it, the stronger the theory became. As awkward as it was to ask, she had to test if her hypothesis was correct, “So…I know this is gonna sound strange and I’m probably barking up the wrong tree but…have you ever felt…love before?”

A long, painful silence followed Crissie’s question as Codi’s eyes slowly grew as wide as dinner plates. “No…Nonononono! Th-that’s not…This isn’t…” she stuttered, realizing mid-sentence how unconvincing she sounded, “Look, I know what love is, okay?”

“I wasn’t asking if you know what love is, Codi. I’m sure the concept is pretty universal between intelligent species,” said Crissie pointedly, refusing to let Codi wiggle out of the subject, “I’m asking if you’ve ever FELT love. Because this ‘obsession’ you’re referring to sounds a lot like it.”

Averting her eyes from Crissie’s intense gaze, the tightness in Codi’s chest doubled almost instantly. She’d read about love before. Seen it acted out on screen and sung about in songs. But as for experiencing it for herself, she had nothing to base it on.

Codi came into existence in the endless vacuum of space, cold and alone. She formed herself over countless millennia, unaware of what the simple concept of ‘self’ was for the longest time. Over time, she became infatuated with humanity, wishing with all of her being that she could start everything over as a human and not some cold, bloodless slime. And then she met Crissie, and everything she thought she knew about the universe was turned on its head. Of course, she’d never felt love before. How could something as inhuman as she was ever understand a concept so inherently human?

Lunging away from Crissie, Codi frantically crawled through the tunnel as fast as she could as if it were possible to outrun her feelings. Unfortunately, she didn’t get far before she felt a familiar hand wrapping itself around her ankle. She reverted that part of her body into goo, causing it to slip from Crissie’s grasp. This measure proved only temporary, though, as Crissie leaped on top of her, tackling her to the ground. “Crissie, stop! Just let me go!” she cried as her body dissolved into a puddle of slime and easily escaped Crissie’s clutches, “I don’t know why I stayed for so long but neither of us needs to worry about that anymore. I-I’ll just go back to my life the way it was and you’ll go back to yours. I’m sure you’ll be happier without someone like me.” Believing this to be the end, she turned her back on Crissie, doing everything in her power to overcome the painful pings that suddenly replaced the tightness in her chest.

“You’re wrong!” shouted Crissie, causing Codi to freeze, “Yeah, it isn’t always easy to be around you. You can be a real meanie butt when you put your mind to it. But you also add so much…joy to my life that I never had when I was alone. You may not know what love feels like but I do…and I feel the same way, Codi.”

Locked in place, Codi could neither turn around to face Crissie nor could she continue to move forward. Glancing down the long, dimly lit tunnel toward what used to be her base of operations, none of it felt like home to her anymore. How could that be true when this used to be the only thing close to a home that she had for so much of her existence? It may have seemed foolish but her home had become a nursery with no doors or windows where she was forced to inhabit the same space as a chronically bratty Little.

Slowly approaching her paralyzed roommate, Crissie reached around Codi’s torso and brought her in for a big hug. “It’s okay, you don’t have to say anything. Just know that I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere,” she said, resting her head against Codi’s shoulder.

As tears began to run down Codi’s perfectly manufactured cheeks, she felt something that gave her the sense of comfort she’d been looking for as long as she could remember but was unable to articulate into words. Letting her body go limp in Crissie’s arms, she cracked a soft smile as the feeling of warmth overtook her.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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gomzdrawfr · 9 months

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Hi Gomz! Been so inspired by your art, I'm considering picking up digital drawing again haha. What device and app do you use? What would you recommend if I wanna restart drawing? Would be great if you can answer with doodles :D thanks!

Hello Cumi! Thank you very much for this ask, to think I can inspire other people with my doodles means a lot to me <;3 ((def not cryin rn))

In this ask response, I'll include some links that you can check out for the appropriate stuff! I hope you can understand some things by the end of it :D

Disclaimer: im no professional, so most of this is just based on my experience!!

Okie dokie first off:

What device and app do I use?

I draw using a drawing pad, the Deco Mini7 on my laptop, and I use Krita to draw :3

Krita is free to use! You can download it here, or if you can afford it, clip studio paint is definitely a popular choice out there, some people use adobe too!

I will say it may seem complicated at first BUT it is relatively easy to learn once you get the hang of it, there have a full tutorial on their website with videos included if you wanna know more! digital art apps usually works the same way, once you get the fundamentals you can draw on any app tbh

Or if you do want to start using Krita, then you can send me another ask in the future and I'll share you my tips and tricks (which are honestly pretty scuff HAHA))

Other recommendation if you want to draw on phone/tablet/ipad!

2. I know you didnt ask this, but I wanted to share my experience starting out with digital painting/using the drawing pad for the first time

the thing about digital painting is that there's a lot of features here and they serve to make the process easier, but it can be quite overwhelming when you start off! examples are layers

drawing pad also means getting used to not looking at the pad and the screen at the same time + getting used to the pen, I had a hard time with it but the more I use it, the more i got used to it :D

funnily enough, I actually gotten this drawing pad bcuz I started using lecture notes online through pdf and such xD

3. What would you recommend if I want to restart drawing?

Not really sure what you mean about restarting, but Im assuming like finding a new artstyle or trying out different art medium is it? (like from traditional pencil doodle to stylus pen) but if you mean literally restarting then uhhhh XD I guess you gotto start drawing then haha?

I think my motto when it comes to drawing is that no matter what it is, just do it

"its gonna look bad" its okay bcuz at least I drew it, yk? xD the thing with art is the more you draw, the more you're familiar with it, the less intimidating it will become(tho it can still be scary, but hey! baby steps right?)

perhaps what I would recommend is testing out all kinds of artstyle, ask yourself:

what am I going to draw? ex: I wanna do self potraits! I wanna do silly doodles of my favourite characters!

what style do I wanna do? ex: Chibi, non-chibi, landscapes

Sometimes, you won't know those answers to those questions until later on, which is exciting dont you think? one day I said "im gonna draw Ghost in full gears" then the next I decided "actually nah screw that im gonna make Ghost cute" -w-

didchu know my first few digital doodles were done on OneNote? haha yes! and on my lecture notes nonetheless pfttt (this was around october 2022)

When in doubt, always ALWAYS start small and simple. Draw a circle, draw a blob, anything! Make it manageable :D

You can, of course, challenge yourself and go big! the most important key is you're drawing for yourself :3 and you should do something you're happy with!

well, sometimes there are moments where you wont like what you draw or artblock, when it comes to those time Id recommend taking a break xD

Finding your artstyle is an ever growing journey, I would suggest looking through websites like Artstation or Pinterest and collecting artstyle that you like! then learn from it, replicate it, trace it(AS LONG AS YOU DONT CLAIM IT AS YOUR OWN AND YOU DO IT FOR PRACTICE PURPOSES!!!) and study it :3

like heck I just found a new artstyle yesterday literally HAHA so you know, enjoy the fun!

4. Other helpful links and video for starting out digital painting:

Marc Brunet, has a ton of tutorials that are useful! my fav one being this one about face drawing and cell shading

Bluebiscuits, very cute artstyle and the videos are always soothing and calming to watch! they did this video about finding your artstyle which I highly recommend! their face drawing tutorial is also really good :3

I also watch tppo occasionally, his video focuses more on how he study other people's artstyle and then implementing it on his own! If you like art studies you can give it a go, like this one!

practice, practice and practice! things like art takes a while to master and get happy with :) like i said, keep trying and dont forget, all of this is for fun!

have a good day! feel free to ask me anytime if you want if you want some clarification <3

#gummmyspeaks #ask response #thanks for the ask <3

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laurzzz · 11 months

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Hello~

I hope it's not a bother, but I've decided to actually try my hand at digital art after years of dorking around with MSPaint bases.

Before I jump in feet first, do you mind giving any advice on what kind of tablet I should be looking at? All I know is I'd like to be able to use an external SD card to save my work (after losing everything off my last computer, I've become paranoid of saving backups ^.^").

Sorry to be a bother if you're busy, I just figured I should get advice from those with experience! ❤️💛🩵

Aw first of all, I'm so glad! It always excites me to see others try out the medium of art I do as well (believe me, I've dragged almost all of my cousins into drawing digitally because it's fun and somewhat convenient)

For beginners, I usually always advise the following:

• First, find what device you're most comfortable with. Experimenting a lot is helpful! Per say, are you more comfortable with drawing on your phone, a tablet device, or on pc? There's no wrong answer, I would even go as far to tell you try them all! I have done so myself :}

• For drawing digitally on your phone or on tablet devices, drawing with your thumb is personally my preferred method than drawing with your index fingers and such. The thumb is stronger and you'll have better control of your lines if you use it to your advantage. As for the program, IbisPaintX is always my recommendation! It's free and very versatile

• For pc, a graphics tablet is always my go to for beginners. One, because it's cheaper, two, because it's good to practice hand-eye coordination when drawing. It's better than a screen tablet too in terms of keeping your posture straighter lmao. As for the program, Krita is most recommended, but FireAlpaca works too! Krita needs an ffmpeg (I forgot what it's called) file folder thing for you to be able to export your works so I suggest going through some tuts for that. FireAlpaca is very beginner friendly but it's too beginner friendly for my liking, doesn't give much of a challenge to experiment and learn new tools with

• Additionally, I suggest Huion products for any and all tablet needs. I'm biased as shit, I've been using Huion for quite some time now. It's cheaper than Wacom but also has really great quality compared to cheaper tablets, imo. I currently have Huion HS64 (graphics tablet) and a Huion Kamvas 13 (screen tablet)! They're really sturdy, I love them sm.

• And of course, have fun! Experimenting is the best best part of this whole experience. I'm glad you're moving out of your comfort zone and can't wait to hear from you soon if you'd ever end up sharing your artworks publicly! (No pressure!!)

Oh no I've only read back to your ask again before posting and realized you only needed advice on the tablet oops AKDHSOSJSKA oh well, this might help someone else too so I'll keep it as is

#food #ok that was so long WKAHWKAHAKA I GET SO CARRIED AWAY WHEN TEACHING PEOPLE WHAT I KNOW OOPS

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kaeru-kobold · 5 months

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Kaeru Kobold-Dear Tumblr #1

I finally decided what I'm going to do with this Tumblr Account! Aside from the typical reposts of my art, self-promotion and such, I'm going to use it primarily as a live, public diary of my adventure in Vtubing, streaming and content creation, so here goes my very first entry. I think I'm going to try to do this daily, at the very least I'll make one weekly and on big events.

Dear Tumblr,

it's currently 1:22 AM, 12/11/23. I've been interested in becoming a Vtuber for roughly a year now, and have slowly done tons of research, watched hours of Vtuber content for fun and advice, built up art and assets, came up with a new Sona design, customized models, and have spent hours upon hours of work making art and assets related to that goal. Boy they really don't tell you how much work it is to be a streamer/content creator, especially when you're broke and doing it all by yourself. Speaking of broke... I'm currently out of work, money is very low, and I'm very stressed out. I made the mistake of leaving my old job for a new one that I hoped would be a good opportunity, but I had to leave on day one for moral and public health reasons I won't get into. I have put in dozens of applications the last two weeks and have mainly only received automated emails; I have done 2 Zoom interviews for two different jobs, and then was never given a call or email back. My old job won't take me back for reasons beyond me. I admitted this in an OkayDonuts stream a day or so ago, and he said similar issues motivated him to start streaming. This gives me so much hope that I can have the great community and career success that he has that I so desire-If he could do it, so can I! Right? I just really like making stuff, I've always liked learning new techniques both physical and digital; crochet, clay sculpting, wood carving, painting, graphic design, 3D modelling/Texturing, game design. I wasn't good at much as a kid, but art was my passion, and the best part was seeing how happy it made other people. I just want to make cool things that make people happy and create a community of similarly creative people to share our passions and bring more kindness and cool creations into the world. I don't want to be an uber rich Mr. Beast level celebrity, I just want to make enough that I don't need a menial job I suffer at. Simply making a decent living in this world off my art would be a blessing, it would be so much better for my mental health. Speaking of which, if you're reading this....did you know I take commissions? Please commission me, I hungy :'( But seriously, as of writing this, I have $43.20 in my bank account. My phone bill alone is $45. My partner and I have family support, so we'll get by ok, but the struggle and having to ask for help is really getting to me. On the bright side, since we should count our blessings- I have a really nice microphone since my partner tried streaming a couple years ago and is letting me use it whenever I need! I have a really good laptop from my college days that can run everything I need without getting TOO overwhelmed. I have a really good drawing tablet that I bought a couple years ago when I was doing a little better financially (It's much easier to save money when you're living with your parents and work 40 hours a week for $13/hr and your parents pay for everything) Losing my job may be a blessing in disguise because In my stress I have gone into a manic state and began going crazy getting my custom stream Overlays done, fully animated Stream Opening, BRB and Closing Screens, stinger transition animation, a functioning PNGTuber, and multiple drawings/animations for alerts/emotes/rewards/etc. and yes that includes things I didn't know I needed to be a Twitch Affiliate to even use...lol...I'm currently working on an animated lore video for my debut that I will also record a voice-over for. Lastly, a more recent thing-My partner found a gamer chair in the dumpster at our apartment last week after I had spent a couple months trying to find one-the cheapest ones on Facebook Marketplace in our area were like $80-and it's in near perfect condition, only a bit of scuff/rip on the seat and arm rests. How crazy is that? I gave it a good scrub-down and its good to go. I choose to take that as a sign from the universe that I'm on the right path. Wish me luck! With lots of love, Kaeru Kobold

#virtual youtuber #vtuber #furry #furry vtuber #kaerukobold

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awlimagines · 7 months

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Service Call: Part Two (Daryl x Reader)

It's a little spicy at the end. I might continue this later, but I haven't decided yet. I've never written smut, so I'd need more time to play with words. Besides, I'm not 100% sure I like the lead-up. So, I would like some opinions before spending more time on this. Please let me know your thoughts, even if it's anonymous.

Anyway, under the cut just to be safe, and I'll end my rambling.

Work was done for the day. You had knocked most of the snow from your shoes before discarding them, forgotten by the door. Now, you were comfortable in fluffy socks, shorts, and an oversized sweatshirt. Ready to settle in at your table with a steaming bowl of soup to watch a cheesy winter movie.

Your peace was interrupted by the doorbell ringing. A disgruntled groan heaved itself from you. You did not miss the doorbells and pounding of doors from city apartments. Not having a blasted doorbell was one of the minor conveniences of living in Forget-Me-Not Valley. You frowned at the realization. There was no doorbell on your house, so how was one ringing? The shrill call resounded from the door one more. You wanted to be bothered, upset that a visitor with something noisy intruded, but you had a good idea who it was.

You swung your door open to reveal the valley’s only mad scientist. Daryl stood scowling in the cold, but his look changed to concern as you hissed. The remnants of snow from your shoes had melted into a cold puddle that soaked into your socks. The coolness seeped in rapidly with sharp fangs, reminding you of your grandfather’s old stories of toes turning black and dying. The thought of frostbite seemed to have crossed Daryl’s mind as well. He ushered you back into your house to sit on your bed. He dropped his tablet on the bed to your side to ask where your socks and towels were.

A blush warmed your face as you attempted to argue with the man. You could do it yourself. You conceded defeat after his lecture, realizing that Daryl was more stubborn than you. You tried to ignore how warm you felt as he crossed to your sock drawer. The drawer also held your underwear, and you pleaded to the Harvest God and Goddess that your lacy lingerie was out of sight. If Daryl saw the items in question, he gave no indication and moved to a basket where you kept your few towels.

What was your relationship? You couldn’t help but wonder. It wasn’t something neither you nor Daryl had defined over the past months. The kiss you shared when he installed the seed maker at the beginning had blossomed into more. Whether the bloom was just fun or a relationship was beyond you. He and you had shared some makeout sessions since you convinced him to remove the security system he installed. Daryl’s drawings and notes of Flora had slowly filtered from sight, but he still lingered around the waterfall some nights. Were you just a stand-in practice for Flora?

You were scared to ask the man who sat at your feet, removing your soaked socks and lecturing you about frostbite. His hands were always so large and wiry, surprising you with how delicate they could be, tinkering with thin wiring. Daryl glanced up at you, catching your mind wandering rather than listening to him.

“So, what is it that you’ve brought now?” you questioned. You grabbed the tablet, discreetly withdrawing your feet from Daryl’s hands and the towel he used to dry them. You missed the scientist’s frown as you studied the image on the tablet. Your dog chased a chicken back to the coop area on the screen. “Is this a live feed?”

“Yes, it’s a new type of doorbell from the city,” Daryl answered. You were keenly aware of the man leaning forward to peer at the screen instead of joining you on the bed. “Since my security system was unsatisfactory, I thought this might be a fair compromise.”

“Oh? And how much will this cost me?” the quip left your lips with a cheeky smirk. Your heart thudded in your chest as you watched Daryl calculate a response. A hand snaked through his messy hair as he huffed out a sigh before answering.

“Nothing.”

“Did I do something to upset you?” you questioned the curt reply. “Don’t you dare say I didn’t.”

“Not at all,” Daryl snapped back. “I’m tired of feeling like I’m extorting you. After they stole my seed maker once, I’d like more security beyond a dog. It won’t cost you anything. I won’t be viewing the video unless something happens. You can keep that if it makes you feel better.”

“W-wait! What do you mean extorting me? The kisses?” You scrambled off the bed to grab Daryl’s coat sleeve to stop him from leaving. “I wouldn’t have kissed you if I didn’t want to! I’ve liked you since we first met, but you- You love Flora! You always have, haven’t you?”

As the words left, you dropped Daryl’s sleeve like a hot iron. The sound of you each panting from pent-up frustration was the only noise in the room. You couldn’t do this with him anymore, you decided. The deafening silence told you everything you needed to know. Flora would always beat you here.

“No,” Daryl muttered, rubbing his head. The man quickly continued before you could interject. “I thought I did for years. It was a one-sided obsession, one that I dropped months ago. I-I’ve liked you! I enjoy your company; it took weeks to plan the security system! I’ve never had a conversation with Flora.”

“Heh, why have you been hanging out around the waterfall? Because you’ve moved on so well from her? So, if you talk to her, I won’t matter?” you scoffed, ignoring the budding tears.

“I’ve been at the waterfall looking for you sagesoil flowers. Gustafa said you liked them when he was taking up space in the lab. I couldn’t ever find any of the blasted plants growing!”

“You were?” you couldn’t stop the whisper. Daryl couldn’t find any pale blue flowers because you constantly picked them through the fall. Each time the sagesoil flowers bloomed, you gathered them to store. This way, you could savor them throughout the year until fall came again. Could he have moved on? You frowned through your tears up at the taller man, lifting your chin in a challenge. “Prove it. Prove that you’re not fixated on Flora.”

“Y/N, I don’t think this is the best time to do this,” Daryl hedged, avoiding eye contact with you. His hands curled into fists at his sides, restraining their actions. “We should discuss this further when we’re both calm and-”

“Please, Daryl, I need to know I’m not a substitute for someone else,” you sniffed. You could see the lean man before you struggling with what action to take. Taking a tiny step forward, you closed the space between you further. You could feel his heart rapidly thudding in his chest, where your hands grabbed the edges of his coat. Your eyes searched his dark ones as you once more whispered, “Please.”

“Are you sure?” his voice sounded hoarse as his thumb wiped tears from your cheek. Daryl allowed you enough time to nod before pulling you close, his lips fervently melding with your own. Surprised by the sudden passion, you gasped, allowing his tongue access into your mouth.

You felt unbearably warm as Daryl moved forward, guiding you backward to the bed’s edge. You let your weak knees collapse against the bed’s edge, coming to sit firmly on the mattress. He allowed you only a brief respite as his coat fell to the floor before pushing you to lie down. His leg glided between yours as he trailed kisses from your ear down your neck. One hand was pinned firmly beneath Daryl’s, supporting him, hovering above you as your other grasped the fabric of his shirt. His other hand slid down your side, slipping fingers into the waistband of your shorts.

“Wait,” you frantically whispered as the doorbell rang, followed by knocking.

“Y/N? Are you home? I had extra sweet potatoes,” Takakura’s voice called through the door. Daryl glanced only for a moment at the door before continuing his work. You choked back an audible gasp as teeth grazed your collarbone. You prayed Takakura would leave soon; you didn’t know how long you could remain silent.

#story of seasons #harvest moon #story of seasons a wonderful life #sos awl #bokujou monogatari #harvest moon a wonderful life #hm awl #awl imagines #awl daryl #awl daryl x reader #my insecurities got the better of me so it suddenly stops #it also felt too long #no puns are intended

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sinsays · 10 months

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Big Announcement

Now that I’m starting to get my stuff, I figure now would be a good time to finally let everyone know what’s going on.

Remember that customer survey I did a while back? Well this relates to that.

So for a while now I’ve been working with Vocational Rehabilitation to potentially get the support I need to take the next steps in my career (basically starting my own business officially). To do this, I needed to go through a program one of their branches had. I needed to explain my business plan, talk about what experience I had, the challenges I face, strengths, and what were my start-up costs.

The biggest obstacle I was facing was that I did not have a computer that could handle the kind of things I wanted to do. I wanted to be able to: Do 3D modelling, be able to offer 3D model commissions, do more advanced animations, offer animation commissions, livestream art and gaming, spend more time making videos for my youtube (without having to spend way too long rendering the videos with how slow my laptop is), make Vtuber models, offer Vtuber model commissions, create video games, and so on.

I went through the process with Voc Rehab. I had to do a lot of meetings and fill out a lot of paperwork. I worked really hard to prove that with Voc Rehab’s help I would have everything I’d need to succeed with my business.

With everything said and done, all the paperwork sent in, all I had to do then was just wait to see if I’d be approved. Well, I was approved. They would help me get the equipment I needed to take the next steps with my business. All the start-up costs were approved, they’d help me with that.

So then I had a specialist in ergonomics come over to look at my set up and figure out what I’d need to be able to do my job comfortably and have the right equipment to succeed as well. The person that came by was very tech savvy so he knew what I was talking about when it came to streaming, gaming, and digital art. Once he figured out what I’d need, he then made a report to recommend equipment to Voc Rehab- which was all approved by my counselor there.

When I had initially asked for equipment in my start-up costs, I was modest. I didn’t ask for anything crazy, just what I knew I needed and could work with to succeed.

Ergonomics went beyond that to absolutely make sure I had every single thing I needed to succeed in this career. He looked at the gaming pc I picked out and went “This would be the minimum needed for streaming, let’s get you better specs.” so they’re picking out a pc that is better than what I picked out. He looked at what I had for drawing digital art and decided I needed a screen drawing tablet. Then of course there was all the usual ergonomic gear such as a custom chair, desk, keyboard, mouse, etc. They really wanted to make sure I had everything I needed and I’ve never felt so seen and understood before when it comes to recognizing my physical limitations and my career.

So, with all the gear approved, I then had to wait for them to get everything and once they have it all- they’ll come over and set everything up for me. I have been given a couple things so far that Voc Rehab was in charge of, so I currently have a new phone. Potentially next week I’ll be getting everything else.

Once I have everything, I’ll be taking some time to test and figure everything out. But then, I’m going to be able to do sooo much. I’ve been held back for so long, and now I’ll have everything to hit the ground running. I’ll have a lot of work to do ahead of me, but I’m so excited for it.

TL;DR- For the past, idk, couple years? I’ve been going through a process with Vocational Rehabilitation to be approved in getting support for all the start-up costs to officially start my business. I have been approved. I’ll be getting a full on Content Creator/Gaming/Livestreaming set up. Expect to see big things from me in the near future.

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Someone asked me to post this fic here on Tumblr in addition to Wattpad. So here it is. My way of coping with the slow death of Catfish and the Bottlemen. It’s sad but maybe there’s some hope buried in here? You can decide for yourself. 💛

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Into the Mystic

A/N: This work is fiction, inspired by the band canceling what we thought would be their final shows, at Cardiff Principality Stadium.

I know next to nothing about the lads' real lives, and this is not intended to imitate them. But I have a lot of feelings, and this is my way of dealing with it all. Thank you for humoring me.

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bob

My back is still sweaty enough to stick to my t-shirt as I pant up the driveway from my run, the afternoon sun searing my shoulders.

But instead of going straight for a shower, as usual, I duck into the garage. I usually practice later at night, but today I feel a pull. Something's drawing me in there.

Not bothering to stretch or cool down, I swig from my water bottle and toss it to the ground, lowering myself onto my stool.

My kit warms up like honey on a hillside, my sticks as familiar to these calloused hands as my own fingerprints. A few rim shots to warm up - who am I kidding, I'm already sweating - and I'm off.

If I close my eyes, the kick drum slides so perfectly against the snazz of the hi hat, and the reverb from the snare glues them together...and underneath them all, I can all but hear that roar, the din of the crowd, their screams and whoops and voices carrying over my in-ears. Over these hunks of metal and skin I'm bashing with all my might. Over the wail of John's guitar and the thump of Ben's bass. And, of course, Van's mighty yells.

Suddenly the lights flicker.

I slow and stop, grasping the cymbals, and look up with a smile.

She's leaning into the doorway, her hand on the light switch. Our code, for when she's looking for my attention but knows I'll never hear her voice.

I stand and go to her. Smooth my hand protectively over the soft rise of her belly that juts out so beautifully underneath the tie of her dressing gown. Not long now, I think to myself.

But as I envelop her in a hug and kiss her temple, her face is painted with empathy.

"Must be hard to hear the news. That why you were going at it so hard?" Her voice is soft.

I pull away, blinking at her. "News?"

She raises a brow. "I thought you'd have seen? Ah. Come."

The kitchen smells of garlic and cloves, savory and sweet melding together as she waves to the iPad on the counter and pulls the stew from the oven. I sniff and nearly groan at the delightful scent.

"There," she says, motioning again to the tablet. I look down and read the open tab.

"Due to unforeseen practical issues..."

I breathe out long and hard. My shoulders sag. I press my lips together, finish reading, and dim the screen.

I place my hands on the counter, lean against it on my palms. Drop my eyes sadly closed.

"Think everything's...okay?" Her voice is still soft, soothing, and I feel her hand sweep across my shoulders in reassurance.

"I don't know," I say, honestly. "I don't know."

She reaches under my arm, turns me around to face her. Holds my cheeks in her palms. I kiss her wrist.

"I just wish he'd return my calls," I sigh. "I just wish...I wish...a lot of things."

She nods. "I know, baby. I know."

I bend my lips to hers, kiss them softly. Let the tension flow out of me, into the air, into the floorboards, until I'm focused singularly and completely on her. Where I belong. Where I most love to be.

I pull her into a tight hug, making sure to squeeze her above her bulging midsection. The three of us. This is what makes me happy.

I just wish he could find real happiness, too…whatever real happiness is for him.

I still hope that one day, he'll find it.

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benji

I spider my hand out from under the covers and it lands haphazardly on my buzzing phone on the nightstand.

I groan as I roll over and pull it under the sheets, into the darkness. Before I see the message, I see the time. 6:37 am.

Will he ever, ever learn to sleep like a normal person?

I rub a knuckle over my eyes and swipe on the message. And there it is.

announcement's out.

It's not news. We'd made the decision weeks ago, and we heard from the promoters yesterday that they'd announce today.

Still, as I tap out a reply, it settles onto my chest like an anvil.

you ok?

But I know full well I won't get an answer. Not to that kind of question. I never do.

Against my better judgment I tap over to Instagram and scroll through comments. Of course people are angry. Of course they're out money. Of course they're whining and bitching and moaning and blah blah blah...

I shut my eyes, press my thumb and my forefinger into them. My hand is unexpectedly shaky and clammy.

It's all his fault, I think bitterly, heat rising to my neck.

If that stubborn ass had just gone one way or the other, we'd have been done with all this so much sooner. But no. He had to work at Van. Pressure him. With all his claims of "caring about the band" and "what we've built together" and "moving into a new era" and all that bullshit. That was never going to get him anywhere. Had never gotten anyone anywhere with Van.

At least Bob had realized that, and had made his choice.

I press my lips together as the well of anger rears itself into my scalp. It's so stupid, I know. But I need closure, and right now, this is the closest thing.

I tap over to his profile. I look at him for a moment. I tap 'unfollow.'

Then I feel her shift in bed beside me and I realize that, in my tense state, I've pulled most of the covers to my side. I push them back, tucking them gently around her sleeping form.

Suddenly the cats are here. I smile softly as they mewl and curl up in that crook behind my bent knees, nestling into the duvet and settling into a purring sleep. I smile at the mass of grey and black fur. They always know when I'm stressed, and they always come.

I press my chest into her back, nuzzle my nose into her neck, and she hums softly in her sleep. I close my eyes.

After a long while, I fall back to sleep.

johnny

"Nah ye fuckin eejit, take it then won't ya!"

I yell and grab Lou by the shirttail as he tries to jet past me, laughing like a maniac, his pint splashing out of its plastic cup.

But he's a strong bugger, stronger than he looks, always has been, and he keeps moving, hauling me right out of my seat and onto my ass on the floor, knocking over my mic and sending my music stand clattering across the rehearsal room floor.

I use my new vantage point to wrap my arms around his ankles, and he shrieks for help. Ed clamors over just in time to grab the beer from his hand before Lou is on the ground, and I'm climbing atop him, reaching for what he's got clutched in his hand.

"Gee us it nah!" I growl at him, clawing at his sides.

Lou screams with laughter, my coonskin cap dangling just out of my reach, and he yells again to Ed for help. But Ed's got his phone out, he's chuckling and filming now, and gradually I get the better of Lou, pinning him under me. My hand inches up toward his to grab my mammal-skinned prize.

"Errgghhhh...do you even...DIE BRO?!"

Lou screams right in my ear, and I recoil, the momentary shock allowing him to wriggle free, right himself and dance away across the room, giggling like mad.

I stand up slowly, grinning, beaten and unwilling to chase him further, although he's hopping around like a rabbit, in that hyperactive wild way only he has. Ed's hooting and jeering and Jack's resurfaced with two more beers from the cooler in the back. He grins and hands one to me.

"Right," I sigh. "Ye can have yer plaything, ye little child," I say, my eyes darting playfully at Lou as I sip the beer and pick up my guitar. "Some of us are gonna actually rehearse, like."

Gradually Lou's persuaded to get back to business, and we bang out some live arrangements on the new tunes. I'm itching to get these songs out there. Last weekend was such a thrill - even being on stage at that tiny festival, playing for 50 people, made me happier than I'd been a in a long, long time.

Finally Lou and I settle down to rehearse our acoustic one, and Jack and Ed sit to the side, chatting idly. Halfway through the song I notice Ed show Jack something on his phone, then they both look over at me warily. I shoot them a wacky grin, but underneath I'm curious.

While we're packing up the equipment, Jack brings it up.

"Aye Bonds, guess the cat's outta the bag eh? Or, the cat...fish?" They all chuckle derisively. I look at them, clueless. Jack swallows before speaking again.

"The stadium announced replacements for that gig." He shows me his phone.

I see the names and nearly choke in shock.

"Fucking Feeder, are you fucking on one? They couldna get anyone better than tha, what --"

I stop, noticing the glances they're all shooting each other. Lou claps me on the back reassuringly. I shrug him off, clearing my throat.

"Got nothing to do with me anyway."

We all pile into Lou's old rambler, gear and all, and we barely fit, arms and legs sticking out in all directions. Ed blasts Scritti Politti and I'm singing along at the top of my voice, laughing like mad. My hair whipping in the Newcastle wind. Telling myself I don't care, that now it's over. That I can move on.

But I find myself looking at my phone, having pulled up an old contact. One that I could never quite bring myself to delete. One that I haven't spoken to in a year. In so long, that I don't know what I'd say.

And that's just it. What would I say if I called him now? I have no idea.

So I put the phone away, and turn back to Lou. He gives me a sympathetic smile. Then he slams the coonskin hat onto my head and whoops with glee.

“Hand me my vuvuzela, would you Bonds?!" he yells, and I utterly piss myself with laughter.

van

Nights never change here. It's fucking class.

They're all gorgeous, all fair, all warm and smooth and covered with that haze that's not quite smog but not quite clouds. Fuzzy, like.

I take the last drag of my ciggy. I look out across Los Angeles.

The sea's nothing like at home. It shimmers. It's vast, huge. It hugs you, makes you feel propped up, validated, like it's there for you, and the city's there for you. Nothing like Llandudno. But why would it be? Sleepy seaside tourist town, huge fucking coastline metropolis.

The air ruffles my hair and blows it into my eyes. I need a cut, and soon. Maybe next week. Or the week after. It doesn't matter much these days.

Today'd been harder than I'd planned. Than I wanted it to be. I'd seethed at the new names on that bill. Nobody'd told me who they'd be -- not that they'd had to, they didn't owe me fuck all. But Christ. Gruff Rhys? Feeder? Insulting.

I shiver, take a sip of tea. Gaze out over the balcony railing at the mountains where they meet the water. At the beaches, at the moon's soft glow against the buildings crowding right up to the shore. The hundreds of moving red and white lights snaking their way through the city on the freeways.

I strum absently on my guitar. A mist is moving in from the ocean, settling close to shore, making everything hazier. Unclear. Uncertain.

I light another cig, humming my way through a melody. I stop, hum through again, changing up a few notes. Finally I play it all the way through.

"That's a good one, that," I say to myself.

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geminiamethyst · 2 months

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Skyline Gang: Trial of Darkness. Chapter 9

Chapter 1: click HERE

Chapter 8: click HERE

Chapter 10: click HERE

The rest of the day seemed to have gone relatively well. Everything ran on schedule. The show went exceedingly well again, though it started to lead people asking if a new show was in the works. Time to start brainstorming for another show soon. Having more than one show running might be a bit of a hassle, but if the Gang kept it balanced enough, everything should be fine. The only problem in the Skyline all day was just teenagers trying to harass the staff and some other guests. It led to them being escorted out and given a stern warning. Aside from that, almost everything ran as smoothly as they could.

The only thing that was out of place was Bud’s absence. He was having some trouble in doing his research, leading him to be holed up in his room. Dude was quick to spin the story that he wasn’t feeling well and needed some time off. As much as Dude didn’t want to, he used Bud’s autism as a reason for his sudden sick leave. Thankfully, that was enough. Everyone else in the Gang knew the truth. Dude couldn’t hide it from them. He told them about his discovery in the attic and what Bud was up to. He extremely stressed that no one disturbs him. He knew how Bud was when it came to his work and that he would be more than unhappy if someone distracted him. Something that Dude caught Sprout and Misty trying to do. Twice. Sprout intending to play a prank. Misty…actually Dude didn’t know what she was planning, but probably something similar to what Sprout had in mind.

After hours of not hearing anything, Dude decided to check on Bud. Some fruit and a bottle of cool water should be enough to help with an offering. He knocked as calmly as he could, but Bud didn’t answer. Did something happen to him? No, try not to think like that! Maybe he was wearing a pair of ear defenders or noise cancelling headphones? Dude knocked a little louder, hoping for the best and fearing the worst. His prayers were answered when Bud finally opened the door. A pair of headphones hung from his neck, classical music being heard from them. Did he hear those noises like Dude had and tried to block them out? Clicks and whirs from his small robotic helpers can also be heard from within the red room.

“Thought you could do with a break.” Dude smiled kindly, holding out the food and drink.

“Thank you. Please come in.” Bud sighed, looking incredibly relieved. Did he not give himself time to stop and take a break? Dude didn’t want to think that Bud wasn’t taking any breaks. He hoped that he was. Regardless, he stepped in the bedroom, taking in everything. It was still like how his room was in Pavilion. A few small robots were set to work. Some were scuttling on the floor, going under the bed and chest of draws to clean, while some were flying on the ceiling to clean away the corners. The only thing that was different was Dude’s discovery and the dark aura surrounding it. The artefact was now in a stand. A couple of Bud’s robots were scanning it at a distance. One robot was laying on the desk, completely broken. It was like it was short circuited and smashed itself on the desk. It was impossible to think that Bud would do it himself. Bud’s tablet was on the bed, the screen flashing a little as it collected data from the robots.

“What have you found?” Dude asked, hoping to get some straight answers.

“This is the Sceptre of Shadows. It shouldn’t be here.” Bud immediately became more serious. He sat down on the bed, scooping up his tablet. He gestured for Dude to sit down so that he could share his findings. “Unfortunately I haven’t found that much. The information is extremely limited. I find that unusual and unsettling. Something like this should have more information.”

“That doesn’t sound good. What have you been able to find?” Dude mused, glancing at the screen in front of him and his friend.

“From what I have gathered, there is a myth surrounding it. A rather unsettling myth, and one that doesn’t seem to be that well known internationally.” Bud explained, his face looking grim. With a quick swipe on his tablet he showed an image of a stone carving. It appeared to be broken, making part of the ancient text incomplete. However, there was a carving image of the Sceptre. “I had also found this image of a subscription. It’s partial but from what I’ve been able to translate, it’s warning about a form of “darkness”Darkness”. From other information that I’ve found, it’s supposedly acted as like a tool to stop it from coming. Unfortunately, the source isn’t fully reliable as there are other conflicting details. I’ve contacted several museums and archaeologists, but they know even less about this thing. Not many know about this, and those that do all called it a myth that shouldn’t be remembered.”

“Didn’t you tell them we had it?” Dude asked.

“I didn’t know if I should’ve done that. Not with how little we know about it.” Bud explained, quickly glancing at the Sceptre. His eyes went wide for a brief moment and tapped at his tablet rapidly. The drones that were scanning the Sceptre immediately backed off. They were probably flying too close and Bud didn’t want them to suffer the same fate as their fallen mechanical brother. Dude meanwhile glanced at the Sceptre of Shadows rather coldly. This thing was supposedly a myth and as Bud said, not meant to be here. How or why was it even here in the first place? This didn’t make any sense.

“Where did it come from? Or at least this myth surrounding it?” Dude continued to ask.

“It allegedly came from this jungle.” Bud said, bringing up a map on his tablet. He zoomed in to the relevant area and using the pen tool, he swiped a cross on a small area. “Using all of the data that I’ve collected, I’d estimate that its origins are from this area.”

That’s on the other side of the world. Around South America by the looks of it. This Sceptre took quite the journey. So there was technically a how as to it being here. Someone obviously took it from its resting place, and brought it to the Skyline. The question as to why and now who was still murky. Dawn? Maybe. She had this darkness surrounding her 24/7. If she had that thing then it would explain where her powers came from. But why did she not have it on her? It would make sense for her to have it rather than not. Maybe it was stolen from her? So the previous Skyline Gang could’ve had it, but why hide it in the attic? Why not just return it?

“Could Dawn have put it in the attic somehow? Or maybe the old Skyline Gang?” Dude asked, wanting Bud’s opinion on this matter.

“I took a look at the chest that the Sceptre was in. It seems to me that until you touched it, no one has opened it for a long time. It could be possible that Dawn smuggled it in here somehow through her magic. Or someone else put it there themselves, without the previous Gang’s knowledge.”

Not exactly what Dude wanted to hear, but it was still one nonetheless. However, as Bud was explaining this issue, he didn’t notice how Dude was staring at the Sceptre, colour draining from him. He can hear it all over again. The horrible whispering. It was more intense than before. And it was so awful that it took everything that Dude had to not get up and grab it. He tried desperately to distract himself.

“What if we return it to where it was found? Would that stop this “Darkness” from coming?” Dude asked, shaking his head a little to block out the intrusive sounds. So far nothing bad has happened since Dawn, but who said that something worse won’t come soon? Best to try to resolve this now before everything goes from bad to worst.

“In theory. But I don’t think it’s worth the risk, Dude. Not when we know so little.” Bud sighed after taking a sip of water. He glanced over at Dude and finally saw how abnormal Dude looked. He was shaking his head a little, as if he was poorly attempting to clear a headache. And in all honesty, he looked a little sick. “Are you okay? You look very pale.”

“I think it’s being around that thing that’s doing it.” Dude muttered, gesturing shakily at the Sceptre. Bud took one concerning glance at it, and then back at Dude. This was very strange. Bud had the longest exposure to the Sceptre out of the pair, and yet, Dude seems to be the one that was affected the most by it. There was something else about the scans picked up that he neglected to mention. There was a strange energy that came from the Sceptre. It was abnormal to everything that was logical. Not only that, but there was something negative about it. He didn’t want to draw possible comparisons, but if Dude was right to suspect Dawn’s involvement, the energy might be similar to her magic. The more he thought both it, the worse Dude suddenly looked. He needs to do something quick before it potentially gets from bad to worse.

“Let’s get you outside.” Bud concluded, standing up rather quickly. Dude shakily got to his feet, just as eager to get away from the Sceptre. Bud quickly retired all of his robots to their charging stations manually. He didn’t want to lose another one by accident. Needless to say that once Dude got outside, he felt better almost immediately.

It was a large space. Plenty of room for Rainbow to play in and explore. It was mostly a green area, a quarter of it being patio. There was a large tree that offered plenty of shade. It wasn’t stable enough to build a treehouse (much to Sprout’s disappointment when he found out) but Candi did ask for a swing to be made to play on. On one end of the garden was a vegetable patch, which gloriously grew enough to make everyone happy. It was also fenced off to prevent Rainbow from trying to stick his nose into it. Flower patches and bushes flourished thanks to the tender care that Candi and Pip provided. The garden housed benches to sit on, a barbecue and a dog house for Rainbow. It even had a concrete fire pit for when the Gang wanted to feel like toasting marshmallows and making s’mores. It was all surrounded by a high hedge and fence for privacy. It was perfect to just come outside and relax.

Once Dude had settled on one of the benches, everything felt right with the world for a brief moment. Whatever the Sceptre was doing no longer had an effect on him out here. Bud saw this and immediately started to brainstorm. If Dude was going to be in this kind of trouble, something needed to be done about it. Holding it in some kind of case should do the trick. Maybe something like those storage tubes that Pip uses for her large drawings. It’s just finding the right material to keep it from effecting Dude and possibly anyone else. It does call for some experimenting. And possibly breaking the Skyline’s budget.

“So, do you really think that putting the Sceptre back is a good thing?” Bud questioned once Dude’s colour came back to him.

“I’m willing to take the risk.” Dude replied, face full of determination.

“Do you think that the others will be on board with it?” Bud asked again.

“Even if they aren’t, I’m still going. Alone if I have to.” Dude doubled down on his determination. This thing was dangerous. Even if there is a risk, it was better to return it to its resting place, right?

“You’re not going alone.” Bud suddenly announced. Dude felt his jaw hit the ground when he heard that. Bud wasn’t usually one to get into the great outdoors that often. The closet that he got to nature is the beach and the furthest that he had gone from the Skyline is the nearby town. He wasn’t one to change his routine that much either. Any change that was major to his routine often caused him to have a meltdown. So Bud volunteering to step out of his comfort zone was surprising. And somewhat relieving.

“Thanks Bud.” Dude smiled gratefully. He doesn’t have to be alone in this. Especially if that Sceptre starts to cause him problems and he’s on his own.

“Just one request.” Bud stated, wanting to nip something that was nagging him in the bud.

“What’s that?” Dude asked with a raised eyebrow.

“If things go wrong when we put it back, I’m allowed to say “I told you so”.” Bud offered to compromise.

“You’ve got yourself a deal.” Dude smiled in agreement, reaching out a hand to shake. Bud accepted the gesture, giving a firm hand shake. Dude took a deep breath from this. He felt apprehensive about the Sceptre of Shadows and returning it. Noe that he had a friend going with him, it started to feel a bit less stressful. Of course there were still other things together such as funding for the trip and making sure that they had everything that they need for it. For now, it was best to enjoy this moment of peace while it was there.

Then the peace was interrupted.

“Misty! Where did you get that?!”

Dude stood up rapidly as he heard that. That sounded like Mimi shouting. It sounded like she was in a mix of panic and fury. What was Misty up to now? The alarm bells started ringing louder as the back door swung open with a panicked Candi standing there.

“Dude! Bud! Please help!” She begged before heading back to the chaos on the house.

“Oh no…” Dude muttered, before charging into the house. Bud followed after him, feeling his nerves spike to a hundred within seconds. Misty was causing mischief again…

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🧸Chelsy- Alice Mare

🕵️Juan Carlos Bodoque- 31 Minutos

89 notas. Fecha de publicación: 2 de agosto de 2022

The three moods for Twst English release:

Yes! We can finally understand it!

We got an English translation, but at what cost?

Haha Trigger Warning

113 notas. Fecha de publicación: 20 de enero de 2022

He’s so proud of his student.

(Also congratulations to Tony on his two seconds of screen time, he killed it)

129 notas. Fecha de publicación: 2 de octubre de 2022

Here is a remake…

So yeah, this is a new version of one of my first drawings of Twisted Wonderland. The original was drawn with my old tablet (that recently stopped working). I decided to make this new version for two reasons:

Is the evolution of my style+ I draw on my phone that doesn’t have the old age restrictions my tablet did.

Kinda wanted to new people on the fandom to have a superior drawing of this cursed thing.

If you know me, you already can tell I made that background with Ibis Paint’s free textures. Cause the original photo was a mess anyway.

NOW, some awards:

Best Glow Up: goes to Kalim, who now has eyes. Honorable mention to Idia’s hair that now it actually looks like flames.

Most Short Cut: goes to Crowley cause I didn’t want to recreate his actual shirt, so I used whatever Ibis had that resembled it.

Best Acting: goes to Riddle for being the only one who looks like is on the ride.

Most Cursed: goes to Malleus cause my last braincells went on vacation while drawing that face.

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mrcleanheichou · 3 years

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Wolves are (NOT) Scary Chapter 1

Pairing: Werewolf!BTS X Female human reader

Genre: Fluff smut angst

Warnings: brief handjob

Word count: 1,809

Summary: All Y/N wants to do is find her creativity and motivation but she finds 7 werewolves instead.

Author note: Hi guys! this fic is gonna flip back and forth between present time and the past as reader and the boys look back on their past together. If anyone would like to be tagged let me know!

Prologue // Chapter 1 // Chapter 2

~3 years ago~

People think being a children’s book author and artist is incredibly easy but it’s not. Having 5 award winning books is awesome but those awards just add pressure. Pressure to top your last work, to keep doing better. And that pressure is definitely getting to you. Over the past month you’ve been spending more and more time in your office and less time at home. You’ve been surviving on four hours of sleep every night and multiple cans of Starbucks double shot energy drinks. You groan as you stare at your drawing tablet screen as if its supposed to tell you what to draw. When it obviously says nothing to you you put your head down and muffle your frustrated screams.

“Maybe what you need is a change of scenery”

“Huh?” You asked picking up your head from your desk to look at Yeji, your editor. She walked into your office without you knowing, making you wonder how much of your emotional breakdown she witnessed. The pitch meeting with your boss that morning didn’t go well at all. He didn’t like any of your ideas for new books. To be honest they really weren’t that good. You haven’t had much passion for your work over the last few months and it shows.

“You need to get away from all this mess.” That sent a pang of embarrassment through you as you look around your office. It looked like a tornado tore through it. There were coffee cans strewn about near your little trash can. Yeji came and sat on the edge of your desk pulling out her phone from her purse. “Look at this”

She handed you the phone with an excited look on her face. There was a picture of a cabin with a beautiful red and pink rose bushes around the front of it.

“Why are you showing me a cabin?”

“Because that’s my solution to your problem! That’s my grandparent’s cabin that they use every summer. Now that they’re getting older they decided to stay home this year. It’s in the mountains in Busan and it’s only 10 miles from the nearest town. It’s a serene environment that I think you can clear your head and get your creative mojo back.”

That is how you ended up driving behind a moving truck down a winding road leading up to the cabin. You were amazed the entire drive. The area was beautiful, full of huge pine trees and wildlife, like deer and bunnies. Yeji has always been nice to you the whole five years that she has been your editor but this took the cake. She had talked your boss into letting you work from home and her grandparents are letting you rent the cabin for way less than you’re paying for your 1 bedroom apartment.

It took thirty minutes for the movers to get all your things into the cabin. Yeji’s grandparents were nice enough to leave it furnished. Their furniture was definitely nicer than yours. You just brought your bookshelf. It was a very nice cabin with a fireplace and even a second floor. Taking a look around upstairs you found that there were two bedrooms. The smaller one had a desk facing a big window. Smiling to yourself, it was Instantly decided that this will be your work room. Looking out the window you could see a big beautiful tree with a rope swing attached to one of its limbs.

Grabbing your sketchbook from a box downstairs you went out to the back yard. There was no fence just a small area of grass surrounded by dense trees leading into the forest. It was beautiful and peaceful. No sounds of cars honking or busy commotion. Which was perfect for getting your creativity back.

Sitting on the swing, a plank of stained wood held up by thick rope, you got to work drawing the trees around you. It was by no means comfortable drawing like that so you begrudgingly got off the swing and sat on the ground.

Getting lost in the atmosphere you didn’t notice the presence to your right. You only figured out you weren’t alone when a twig snapped. Whipping your head towards the noise you heard the sound of light foot steps running away. Figuring it was just a deer you got up and headed in to try to find the box containing your food. After locating the right box you stared at the instant ramen in defeat. You forgot you didn’t go food shopping beforehand because you were moving. Well you were going to have to town at some point.

The drive to the nearby town was quick. It was cute one road town with small shops. Driving by art galleries and restaurants you parked in front of a barbecue restaurant fully prepared to eat some amazing Korean barbecue when you smelled something amazing. It was the smell of fresh bread and toasting sandwiches wafting from across the street.

There was a black sign that had a full moon with some clouds and letters in white that said ‘Moonchild Bakery -baked goods and gourmet sandwiches’. Your growling stomach is what pushed you into going that direction.

Walking in you were greeted by a warm atmosphere. The inside had the warm hunting cabin aesthetic. It had wood paneling on the walls and the counter top was a beautiful dark stained wood and there was a glass case showing delicious looking cakes and fruit pastries. There was also a second case with different lunch meats. The menu above the counter are was two large chalkboards side by side with colorful chalk handwriting.

“Hi, what can I get for you today?”

You must have zoned out due to hunger because you jumped a little when you heard the melodic voice. That made the source of the voice grin. The man looked like an angel incarnate. He had silver hair which made you wonder if he goes to the city to get his hair dyed because his hairstylist did a great job. Clothed in just a simple white shirt with a black apron over it he somehow rocked the outfit like a model. Looking down you could see his name tag ‘Jimin’.

“Umm, I’ve never been here before. Do you have any recommendations?” You asked shyly getting too nervous to make a decision yourself. Jimin goes to say something when you hear a commotion coming from the doorway leading to the kitchen. Another man walks through wearing the same thing as Jimin. He was carrying a tray with what looked like cupcakes.

“Ya! You punk! I’m the head baker!” came a voice from the kitchen.

“I don’t care! I did not spend thirty minutes frosting these for you to ruin them with a corny name” He put the tray on the counter behind him and opened the glass case in front of you. They were cute little cupcakes decorated to look like wolves. You could see his name tag, it said ‘Jungkook’

Jimin turned his head towards Jungkook and asked, “What was it this time?”

“Pup-cakes” Jungkook said with disgust in his voice. You laughed which caused Jungkook to finally look at you. He moved over to the cash register pushing Jimin out of the way. “Hi, my name is Jungkook. What’s your name?”

“Y/n” you answered surprised at his straightforwardness. Jungkook was about to say something when a clearly annoyed looking Jimin cleared his throat “I think I heard Jin hyung calling for you.”

Jungkook just raised his eyebrow at him “I didn’t hear anything. Did you hear anything y/n?” You really didn’t want to be involved in whatever this was but you shook your head anyway. The shorter man let out what almost sounded like a growl and stomped off. “I’m sorry about him. He gets grumpy sometimes.” Jungkook flashed you a dazzling smile that oddly resembled a bunny’s. “Do you know what you would like?”

“No, Jimin was about to recommend something to me” you confessed.

“Well my taste is much better than his.” he winked at you while grabbing some gloves. “Do you like eggs?”

~Present day~

“Ew! You drooled on me!”

“No, I didn’t!”

Opening your bleary eyes and groaning from being so rudely woken up you see Jimin throw a decorative pillow (that Namjoon bought for the aesthetic) at Taehyung’s head. Smacking the other werewolf in the face.

“Now I’m really gonna drool on you!” Tae exclaimed before chasing after the naked silver haired man out of the living room.

All three of your boyfriends are human again and are just as loud as they normally are. Unlike in movies, werewolves don’t have some grotesque transformation with bones breaking and shifting painfully. It’s actually quite beautiful, magical and can happen in an instant, so they can transform in their sleep and not even notice. The moon goddess, Luna, cursed the people of the wolves but she was merciful in her punishment. She did not wish to make them suffer needlessly. It’s a lot to take in and you still can’t believe it sometimes no matter how many times you’ve been to the Luna Temple or witnessed one of your boyfriends transform.

While Jimin and Taehyung are up and wrestling a very tired Jungkook is snoring very loudly right in your ear. He has a leg slung over your hips while he hugs you from behind. His morning wood was pressed to your butt and you can bet there was probably a wet spot on your shorts from his unconscious leaking.

Knowing Jungkook waited patiently for the past three days, you decide to take pity on him. You reach back to grab his cock but trying to stroke him proved to be difficult. Instead you started rhythmically tightening and loosening your grip on Jungkook’s length. Soon he was humping into your hand chasing the delicious friction you were providing him. Hearing the sweet whines and moans in your ear you knew your boyfriend was close. He always finished fast the first time after his monthly turning, you swore he had the highest libido in the world. Thankfully he had 6 other mates besides just you otherwise you’d probably never be able to walk.

“Noonaaaa” Jungkook moaned in your ear “I’m gonna cum.”

A final hard squeeze had him spilling all over your shorts. He right away pushed your hand away because he knows your evil ways of exploiting his sensitivity.

“This is definitely my favorite way to wake up” Jungkook muttered groggily into your neck. Right as he was reaching his hand into your shorts you both heard a clearing of a throat. Looking up you could see a fully clothed Jimin crossing his arms looking extremely judgemental and Taehyung eating cereal in his boxer briefs standing next to him.

“Really? Right in front of my cereal?”

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strawberryerwin · 2 years

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modern!au eren & armin- how they react to finding your fandom tumblr account

cw; mostly fluff, some implied smut but nothing explicit, fem!reader on eren’s, gn!reader on armin’s

masterlist | reblogs are always appreciated, and my requests are always open!

eren

the latest and greatest vampire movie had just arrived in theaters, and after seeing it opening night with your besties... well, you were obsessed. however, your boyfriend Eren scoffed at the fact that you were even going to see such a movie.

“really, y/n?”, he asked as you were facetiming him while you got ready. “the vampire trope is soooo lame. i can’t believe you and your friends are going to see that movie, of all the things in theaters right now.”

“you don’t have to hate on every mainstream thing, Eren!”, you replied, pulling your jeans over your hips. you could see Eren roll his eyes through the tiny screen sitting on your dresser. “i read the books and i loved them!”

that night when you got home, you didn’t dare text Eren to tell him how hot you thought you the main character was- even if it was because they reminded you of him in some way. you opened your computer to your tumblr dashboard, clicking the human icon at the top and then the plus sign, add new blog.

you carefully curated a selection of photos, fanart, writings, videos, and other fanshares to display on your newly created blog, spending the night scouring the site for the best blogs of other people fawning over the new release.

a few weeks after the release, you were still spending every evening you had alone browsing and sharing your newest interest online. you would die of utter embarrassment if Eren knew. you always made sure to close the tab before you went to bed.

you had invited Eren over just to hang out and be lazy one afternoon, with netflix playing on the tv and you on your computer searching for a deal on a book you wanted.

“can i use your laptop for a minute to look at my email?”, Eren asked.

“sure, i needed to go to the bathroom anyway.”, you replied, handing him your computer before getting up.

as Eren started to type in the address he was looking for, something popped up in the search bar, from history. it was a tumblr blog with a peculiar name. out of curiosity, he clicked on it. and there it was, your blog already logged in and everything. he scrolled through your dashboard, harboring a feeling somewhat of disgust and somewhat of amusement at the smutty stories written about the movie characters appearing on the screen. even just grazing over them, he could see how raunchy they were. does she really fantasize about vampires??, he thought. but then, another thought crossed his mind. would she let me bite her in bed? he decided to keep your little secret blog close to his heart as to not embarrass you, but he had some ideas up his sleeve for later that evening.

armin

you were both pleased to learn that one another enjoyed the same superhero franchise when you started dating, and as such, you and Armin began attending every premier release at your local theater.

while Armin knew you thoroughly enjoyed the movies, and he was glad you did, he didn’t know exactly how much you enjoyed them. in your free time, you enjoyed perusing tumblr and seeing what other fans created relative to your favorite franchise. then when Armin gifted you an iPad with a fancy stylus for your birthday, you wanted to delve into that world too. you started drawing little pinterest inspired scenes of your favorite characters and ships, creating original characters for yourself and others, even taking up some commissions. you didn’t mention it to Armin though. you thought he would think it was a silly waste of your time. for all he knew, you were using the tablet to read and browse the web.

one day while laying on the couch with Armin, you asked him to send you a certain picture of the two of you so you could make it your screensaver on your iPad. he airdropped the picture to you, causing it to appear directly in your camera roll. as you held the tablet out in front of you, Armin’s hand reached over to intrusively swipe through your photos. “wow! this is some really cool fanart.”, he said.

“really?”, you asked, somewhat shocked. “you really like it?”

“yeah, i do! it’s fun seeing what people who aren’t even comic artists can come up with.”

“i actually made these.”, you replied as you continued to swipe through your works, then showing Armin your tumblr blog so he could see everything you had worked on.

“y/n, i had no idea you were doing this. it is fantastic! you are so talented.” you spent the rest of the afternoon creating an original character for Armin and showing him your drawing process.

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mrs-march-ahs · 3 years

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Hi! I have a request~ The Evans reactions to losing in any sort of game. Can be board games or video games 😅

The Evans Losing At Games

Headcannons for all, imagines for some!

Cute idea, thank you! I didn’t write much for Jimmy, I’m sorry Jimmy I love you<3

Enjoy:)

Tate

-Clearly a teenage boy who lets emotions build up a lot -Definitely cheats if he’s had enough -If he keeps losing in the same part of the video game and rage quits, it takes him forever to get back into the game - “Ohhhh… I forgot that’s where I let off… fuck it” (quits) -Much better and calmer at playing cards, and generally prefers games were the two of you can talk and he doesn’t have to focus too much

You laid on your bed, scrolling aimlessly through social media, and occasionally glancing at Tate playing a video game he hasn’t played in a while. When you started talking about games, and you told him you had it, he nostalgically reminisced how much he used to play it when he was alive, so you set it up for him. Every few minutes, when a red screen would pop up, Tate would sigh, and with every passing death, his sighs got louder and angrier.

After only maybe half an hour of playing, Tate clearly couldn’t take it anymore, and threw the control towards the floor, before stomping over to shut the console and TV off. The sound made you flinch, and you had never seen Tate angry before. Nor his body language nor face showed his emotions, just his actions, and when he flopped by your side, he looked fine. If somebody had come in right now, they would just see two teenagers laying next to each other.

“Uhhh… you okay?”, you ask, before rolling over to face him. You poke at his chubby cheek as he stares up at the ceiling and tease him. “Sore loser”.

“Shut up, it’s your fault. You reminded me why I wasn’t allowed to play this game for very long”.

“Wanna play something else? Together? We could play Dragon Ball Z?”, you ask quietly, before going back to your childish sing-song teasing. “Be nice, and I’ll even let you win a few times!”

Tate looks over at you and huffs, before sitting up and getting the controllers, “Good thing you’re used to begging me for mercy”

Kit

-Least sore loser out of them all -Always up for a rematch -He’s pleasant even when he does win - “Want a rematch sugar? So you can have another shot at beating me?” - “Ah you were close, you’re getting good” - “You’re a good rival” - “If I lose, you can drag me to that Rom Com you wanted to see” - “If I win, we make more babies” -Pretends to be competitive when he’s playing with the kids - “I would say Team Girls vs Team Boys… but that’s not fair, the two of you don’t even stand a chance, right Tommy?” -If one of the kids beat him, he’d act super dramatically to give them as much satisfaction of winning -Laser tag is 34 years before Kit’s time, but if he played something like that, he’d try to let the kids win

You ran around the garden and chased a giggling Julia. Because of current financial issues, the power was out, but not wanting to worry the children to much, and not wanting them to ask too many questions, you and Kit decided to make the most of the sun and tire them out before it got dark. Kit, being the big kid he is, suggested playing a tag-like game Thomas invented, where you each get three pebbles each, and try to get each other out by throwing them. Gently. Unless you were throwing them at Kit.

Julia started slowing down when she reached the corner of the house, hoping to hide from you, but you were right behind her, making her turn around and burst out in giggles. When the 5-year-old laughed, the only thing you could see was the missing tooth she donated to the tooth fairy last night. Once you circled all around the house, you come back in view of the garden, and see Julia hiding behind Kit.

“That’s cheating!”, he exclaims, trying to run away from her and toss a pebble in her direction, only for her to do it faster. The second Julia’s tiny rock hits Kit’s tummy and bounced, he put his hands over his stomach and held it like a gun wound. He dropped to the floor dramatically, leaving the two little kids to die of laughter, and you walk over to him, Kit peeping open one eye slightly to see if you were watching him, and then stuck his tongue out to play dead. You picked up a stick from the floor and poked at his chest, making Kit chuckle but quickly hide it.

“Is it dead?”, you ask.

Thomas leans in closer to look at his dad on the floor, before Kit opens his eyes and pulls Tommy to the floor with him, rolling over to be on top of him.

“I win!”, Kit announces, before kissing his son on the cheek.

Franken Kyle

-He doesn’t particularly play complicated games, but he isn’t too patient and gets frustrated with himself pretty easily -If on one of his educational games, he messes something up too many times in a row, he’ll shut off the game and throw the tablet on the bed -He’ll avoid even looking at it -If he loses a tickle fight he’ll sit and whine, straddle you and then tickle you until you beg him to stop -Whines even if he loses at rock paper scissors -He likes colouring and drawing, and because it’s good for his motor skills, the two of you made a really simple game together -You drew out a long snake shape on a big piece of paper and drew lines in between for the spaces -Kyle carefully coloured them in with pencil and with a marker you wrote occasional things like ‘Go back two spaces’ or ‘Go forward three spaces’ -Sweet little Ky would roll the dice, and take his time, pushing his little figurine, which was something like a pencil sharpener or a bottle cap, and counted out the spaces -Got super excited if he won, but wouldn’t mind losing -He would insist the two of you keep playing, and you’re only allowed to stop and go to bed if you end on him winning -Sometimes he would try to let you win so that you could keep playing -Whine and pout if you had to stop playing, and how are you meant to say no to him? -You would have to promise you’ll play tomorrow -You’d be able to slowly make more and more complicated games, until eventually he’d be able to play things like checkers or Ludo

Jimmy

-Lowkey a sore loser -If there were loads of different people playing, he would be a lot more friendly -If he lost, he would still be super annoyed, but just wouldn’t show it -But if it was the two of you, he’d be super competitive -The type of person to flip the board game if he was losing -But he’d apologise straight away and pout if you didn’t want to play with him again - “C’mon let’s play again, I’ll be nice this time” - “Loser gets spanked” -Loves playing games like beer pong

James

-Unpleasant loser but also not a pleasant winner -Bitter compliments if you win at cards - “Well done darling, who would have thought with your high school education you were such a poker master” -Only willing to play the same 5 card games, because if you teach him a new board game he is not familiar with and he loses, he’ll claim it’s only because he’s new to the game -Absolutely infuriated if he loses at Monopoly, since he built a hotel after all -Don’t even bother trying to teach him how to play a video game -And of course - “Only amateurs keep score”

“What are you doing, dear?”, James said, fascinated at your little character wandering around a shop, on the screen in front of both of you.

“I’m trying to buy this plant, but I don’t have enough money, I want to see if I can sell anything I have”, you explain, pointing at your backpack filled with items that you can exchange for spare coins.

“Nonsense, darling, why don’t you simply stab the storekeeper and steal what you desire?”

“Because this is Animal Crossing, James, there isn’t a stab button”

Kai

-Kai likes playing video games or board games with literally anybody apart from you -He likes playing with Ozzy because he’s a kid so most of the time Kai can beat him easily -Definitely not the type of person to let the kid win, even if Ozzy is sobbing and Ally asks him to let Ozzy win once in a while - “Winning fairly will feel so much better for him” - “He won’t appreciate success if he doesn’t first taste failure” -Sometimes instead of story time with his troops he’ll play some board games -At first, everybody will keep letting Kai win out of fear -But eventually someone will win, and everybody else will be fearful for them, scared Kai will be angry - “Finally somebody capable, somebody strong, not scared to show their true capabilities” -But if you ask him to play a game with you, he probably won’t -If you eventually beg enough that he will agree to play a game with you, he’ll tell you he’s only playing one -If you win, he’ll be like, “Okay, are you happy now?” - “Finally it’s over” - “I let you win, are you happy?” -But if he wins, he’ll try to get you to play a few more games - “Are you giving up already?” - “Don’t be a sore loser, rise up to the challenge” - “I assumed you wanted to win, not just to play”

- (Kai loses) “See… you have to give a humiliated man a chance to redeem himself in his own ey-”

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hoaqins-funk-house · 3 years

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Springtrap

Yandere

Male Reader

Part 1

Sitting in the black swivel chair, you spin once or twice before coming to a stop, grimacing at the feeling of sticky floors beneath your shoes. This place is brand new, how the hell are the floors sticky?

Actually, on that note, how is everything so covered in dust?

Sighing, your mindless fidgeting comes to a stop as the phone, just as dinky as the walls around you, begins to ring. You pick it up but put it back on the table, eyes drifting to the laptop and swing-out tablet. When you flip the former open, you note the four buttons, each relating to something you would have to reset when it comes time to. The latter has cameras that are scattered around, including a separate tab for vents. There’s an option to block off vents, which sends a chill up your spine as you glance to the big ass one at your side.

You decide to block that one off for now.

Humming, you familiarize yourself with the layout of the place, deciding to ignore the shadows that crept through your vision.

Your unenthused eyes scan and take in everything. The replicas (you had seen the originals, and they were permanently stained with both the smell and color of pizza sauce and lawsuits) that were in and around the office, as well as the little bobbleheads that sat on your desk of the animatronics, which were, for some reason, human? You boop the one who you assume to be Freddy, hearing the familiar squeak.

A small smile comes to your lips.

It was at this time that you realized you had completely ignored the man on the phone, but you couldn't really bring yourself to care.

The little drawings that were put up were authentic; not just anyone could recreate what a child's mind spits out and decides to draw.

That Freddy looks a bit fucked up.

The posters were cutely designed, and after getting the gist of what everything was and how everything works, you were on your phone the rest of the night.

When six strikes, you casually leave, giving the building a quick once over as you leave the doors, locking them behind you.

If every night is going to be like that, this is going to get boring.

He’s stuck.

This suit traps him like a rabid dog, eager to stay gripped onto his neck.

Still, things would be changing soon.

He can feel it.

He can feel it as a fresh breeze, the first in many years, hits his nostrils, sending a wave of euphoria through his system. The bloodied musk that hung in the dank room was not a pleasant one.

He can feel it as his body accepts this new host, more and more, until soon, quite soon, he will become one with his vessel.

Just as the animatronics before him did.

He ponders.

Why was he being freed from this prison of his own design?

Is he being taken somewhere?

…

Will there be a night guard to terrorize?

A grin takes to his broken lips as he ignores the pain and blood that comes from them. Oh, a night guard! Truly, that will be a sight!

He can't wait.

For now, however, he must play dead.

My, that voice that shouts with excitement from behind him…

It sounds so familiar.

"Bring the truck around!" He calls. "I found one, a real one! It's got the rips, the weird colors, and what I am going to assume is pizza sauce! Ohohoh man, I hit the jackpot with this one! Fazbear's Fright needed something, and here it is!"

His congratulatory tone made the man within the suit want to throw up. Finding him was nothing to be happy about; he is despicable, incapable of redemption, and an awful being.

And you know what?

That's just the way he likes it.

So to have someone happy to find him, especially for their own purposes?

He won't let it stand.

Yeah, if this place has a nightguard, he'll kill them without mercy before burning the entire thing to the ground.

Might as well make it fun for himself.

As light peeks through, clearly originating from a flashlight, he feels his pupils shrink, resisting the urge to let out a groan as his weak eyes ache from their decades of being in the dark.

"Whoahoh! This one looks gnarly!" The same man as before speaks, probably referencing the organs and tendons that were showing. "C'mon, let's get it up!"

His grin only grows as two people lift him onto a dolly, beginning the move.

Goodbye, saferoom.

And hello, Fazbear's Fright.

Humming, you walk into the building, skimming over the decorations once more before noticing something.

The papers that had fallen onto the ground from before, they had dirt on them. Not surprising on its own, but when they were in the shape of tire tracks?

You decide to follow them, using your memory of the cameras to guide you through the building, which was already rather linear anyway.

Entering the last area, you could see a rather dilapidated animatronic suit, with organs visible and its fur matted with blood. Real blood. The old Springbonnie suit was nearly green from how old and dirty it was.

Your eyebrows raise. "Is that guy just stupid or did he knowingly bring in a suit that has a dead body in it?"

Honestly, you didn't care. "Eh, whatever. It'll probably start moving when I start my shift… I've heard those rumors about the other locations." You turn, stretching, unaware of the eyes that followed you or the head that turned your way.

Damn, does he want to kill this one?

Well, he can think it over more soon. After the merge.

He grins again, feeling his uneven, gouged skin begin to flare with pain.

You exit the room fully, making your way back to the office with all the urgency of an ADHD-riddled person doing laundry.

Which is to say… not much.

You fall into the chair, cursing as the thin mesh cushion does nothing to protect your tailbone from the metal frame of the chair. The phone rings not a moment later, you picking it up and laying it on the table again, eager to ignore it just as you had done before. You stretch again, arms raising above your head as you begin to flip through cameras, finding the rabbit in the same spot it was in before.

You yawn.

Hopefully it starts moving soon, or else the entire reason you took this job would be unfulfilled.

You were bored, and you remembered this place from the times you had gone with your younger brother, who was now in his early twenties. You, however, were 28 years of age, with nothing better to do than 'investigate' the Fazbear's Fright that opened up. Still, if that rabbit has a corpse in it, it should make things more fun.

As you lazily flip through your cameras, you set it down and look to the side, seeing a rather dirty looking man with an eyepatch and fox ears. To his confusion, before he could lunge at you, you reach out and swipe a hand through his chest. You continue to swipe forwards and backwards, the incorporeal man stuck standing there until you leaned back.

"So, you're a ghost."

His mouth opens as if to retort, but he just gives up and leaps at you, you not even looking at him anymore. He closes his mouth halfway through the jump, and with an unsatisfied sigh, he disappears.

You continue flipping through the cameras, checking in on the rabbit a couple of times before shoving the tablet out of the way, opening the laptop to have it ready and sitting back in your chair.

You glance towards a shifting figure in front of the window, the hat and bear ears telling of who it is. He limps along, eventually falling beneath your view before seemingly phasing through the wall and leaping at you. You stare passively as he does so, him not completing the jump to instead stand in front of you, confused.

For shits and giggles, you wave your hand through his chest once or twice.

"Why… aren't you… scared?" He croaks, voice ruined from years of no use.

"Oh, was I supposed to be scared?" You genuinely ask. "Uh, sorry. If you do it again I promise I'll hyperventilate."

"Don't try to… lessen your survival chances…"

"Okay. My bad."

He sighs, and after annoyedly rubbing his face, he disappears.

You flip out your cameras once more, finding the screen obscured by static and a small error in the center. Lazily, you reset cams.

When your screen clears, you check the rabbit. He looks… strange. Like his body is evolving in front of your eyes.

To be honest, you don't give enough of a shit to watch a potentially world-changing discovery if it looks that gross. You aren't paid enough to, anyway.

At this pay grade, you even coming into the damn building is volunteer work.

You check your phone for the time, seeing a cool time of one in the morning.

"Aside from that science experiment gone wrong happening in the back room, it's still really damn boring."

However, it's still not boring enough to watch that transformation or whatever. That corpse (well, at this point, you kinda doubt it's dead) can do whatever the hell he wants with that suit. It's his body, not your business.

After another fifteen minutes of staring at a wall, you check the cameras to the sound of loud clicks and pops, now seeing a heavily scarred man with 1.5 rabbit ears in place of the suit. He takes one step out from his original spot, body heaving forward before he lifts himself up, looking up at the camera with a grin.

"Huh. That's new." You say, watching him jolt forward, continuing to take steps before relearning how to walk smoothly.

It only takes him a moment to rocket off.

"I doubt that's good." You mumble, beginning to flip through the cameras to follow him before playing a sound in the room behind him, making him pause. He turns, walking back with a confused expression.

Continuing to flip through cameras, you watch as the man, who you'll dub Rabbit Guy, wanders, seemingly having lost his focus. Hearing a sound to your left, you pay no heed to whoever it is, instead waggling your hand in what you would assume to be their torso.

"You're strange…" They say.

"Uh-huh. If you'd excuse me, I am currently working on keeping Rabbit Guy the hell away from me." Your voice is monotonous but sincere; you aren't trying to be sarcastic or mean, just trying to tell them the facts.

Glancing to the side, you see that it was a child, so you were waving your hand in his collar. "Oh, my bad. Does that… make you guys uncomfortable?" You ask, retracting your hand.

"No, we can't feel it."

"Huh." You blandly respond, playing the sounds to lead Rabbit Guy back to where he started, before resetting sounds as you weren't able to play them anymore.

It seems like Rabbit Guy is getting progressively more and more annoyed at being led back, if his attempts to move fast enough to avoid the sounds or block out his ears meant anything.

His body was responding to the sounds, not him.

It was then that he disappeared, so you check vents, finding him in one that led directly to the room beside your office.

You block it off, much to his annoyance, before yawning and sitting back as any thumps you hear from inside the vents come to a stop.

You find him standing in the room where he had entered the vent, irritated as he glares at the camera. Preemptively, you reset all, thankfully right as cams and sound go out.

Sighing, you lazily check through cameras, brows slightly furrowing as you look for him. He was completely gone, not in vents or in rooms. It really is unfortunate how many blind spots and shadowed areas there are.

When you hear the thumping of the vents, you search through them, only finding a stupid knick-knack laying on its side halfway in your sight.

Looking to your side, you peek into the vent, leaning down to see if anything was there. Your gaze meets Rabbit Guy's.

"Shit." You say, quickly switching cams over to this one and holding down the seal button.

Your eyes shift back to him, finding him way too close for comfort. As you lift your finger to let the gate close on the vent, the man (who was crouch walking) catches it, forcing it back up. You hear something grind that definitely shouldn't be grinding, and you have a feeling that that vent cover just might be broken.

Getting out of the vent, he stands over you, waiting for some sort of plea or… literally any response at all.

"So, you, uh… come here often?" You ask, leaving him genuinely at a loss.

"Wh- was that a pickup line?" His rough, baritone voice catches you slightly off-guard.

You weren't expecting something that was pretty much a zombie to have such a good voice, or a slight british accent for that matter. "Was it? Shit, more people've flirted with me than I thought."

"Really? That's all you can come up with before your death? I'd hate for those to be your final words." He lightly teases, leaning against the wall with a mean grin.

You look up at the ceiling with a vague smile, his eyes widening momentarily. "To be honest, of any place to die, I'd much rather have it be in a place where I know I'll reach the front pages than in some random alley."

His grin falls into a frown as he watches you turn to him, the smile still on your face. It feels strange.

He feels strange.

Why does a random night guard make him feel so…

So… comfortable?

You were calm, collected, not making any sudden moves or even attempting to exit the chair. Theoretically, the perfect prey, but not a satisfying kill.

If he even wants to kill you, that is.

“What’s your name?” He asks, watching as you spin to face him in your chair. You would be taller if you stood, but he would still have a few inches on you.

“Y/N. You?”

“I’m… William. Or, rather, I was, when I was well and truly human.”

“And now?” You ask.

“I don’t exactly have a name.”

“Can I still call you William, then? Well, if I live long enough to do so?” You ask, eyes moving up to meet his. Looking up at him like that… He wishes the hot feeling in the pit of his stomach would go away.

“...Fine.”

“I mean… are you going to kill me?” You ask, face not shifting as he glares down at you.

“I won’t kill you on the first night, you need to give me more entertainment.” At least, that’s what he told himself.

“Oh, so we’re both here for the same reason.” You blankly say, his face contorting from a glare to confusion once more.

“You’re here… for entertainment?” He slowly asks, answered by your nod.

“I’m certainly not here for the pay. This place gives like half of minimum wage but I can’t complain about it because the other part is supposed to come from tips. Somehow.”

“How do you even live?”

“Well, right now I’m on an paid leave due to some unfortunate deaths in my family. To be honest, I never really cared for any of them, but hey. I’ll take any chance for a break I can. Then I got bored.”

He huffs out a laugh. “So you went to another job on your break?”

“Listen, getting a month off leaves a man with little to do when capitalism has left me with no hobbies. Besides, this gives me a great excuse to continue avoiding people.”

His lips curl into an amused grin as he leans forward, lowering his head to be eye level with yours. "Well, you won't be avoiding me." He practically purrs, you averting your eyes at the tone he uses.

Why would he say it like that?!

His golden eyes follow you as you close the laptop's screen, enjoying your reaction. You…

He'll keep you around.

You're entertaining and friendly. Open, and… warm.

He wonders.

You're human, and fully alive. He's a revived corpse who merged with his vessel. You probably are very warm compared to him.

When he comes back to his senses, he notices you slowly raising out of your seat, hand outstretched towards him.

Well, might as well take the chance.

He grabs your wrist, looking down at you unimpressed. You quietly huff, falling back into your chair and forcing him to move away from the wall in order to not dislocate your wrist.

Well, his hypothesis is correct. You are very warm.

He feels the tightening in his gut, not wanting to let go but knowing that he will have to.

You, however, don't actually care either way. You begin your attempt again, this time with your left hand. Slowly raising out of your seat, you actually manage to stand fully up before he notices again, grabbing your other wrist.

"What are you even trying to do?" He asks, a light sneer on his lips.

"Well... uh, I was trying to… boop your nose? If you're bonded with one of the original suits, then I figured either you or Fredbear would have the sound effect."

He lets out a few short laughs, his sneer replaced with the same amused grin as before.

"I'm afraid neither of us have the sound effect. That only came about with the second and third generations of animatronics."

You hum, interested.

His eyes quickly scan over you, taking in your form. This position, practically holding you hostage… Needless to say, he didn't dislike it.

Still, he releases you as he catches you glancing at what he assumes to be a phone. Things have advanced quite far since he was trapped.

You turn it on quickly, checking the time. “Well, we have around an hour and a half before my shift ends, so…” Pausing, you check the time again. An hour and a half?

He steps closer, you glancing back up at him before leaning back as he leans forward, looming over you. “Tomorrow, you best make this more fun for me. I’ll greet you, but then I’ll head to the back. Try and stop me from getting in.”

“Uh, sure. Are you still planning on making the punishment for loss, uh, death?”

His eyes narrow in coordination with a widening grin. “That’s for me to know. You either figure it out, or you don’t. It all depends how well you play.” His gruff voice slightly echoes in the mostly empty building, you nodding in response.

“Oh, cool. Can I tell my brother about you?” You ask suddenly, him quirking a brow as he stares down at you, easily at least half a foot taller than you. He was always tall, but now that he’s in this new form, he grew to be somewhere from 6’6 to 6’8. You sit down once more, exacerbating the height difference.

“Feel free to. Just know that if he ever comes around here, he won’t be alive for very long.”

“I doubt he will. He’s always preferred Foxy the most because he has taste, but-”

“Taste? For liking that liability-strewn fox? You like him as well?”

“To be honest, I never really liked any of them more than the other. I was in my emo phase when I went to see them, so it was practically illegal for me to like anything. But Foxy had sharp teeth and a wicked lookin’ hook, so… I guess I did.”

He hums, clearly slightly annoyed.

“Are you jealous that I liked the fox more than the rabbit that isn’t even the same generation as you?”

“I really should kill you.” His irritated expression shows the truth to your statement.

“It’s okay, I’m willing to call Springbonnie my favorite.”

Now, William was confused. Your tone… you weren’t joking. You were being genuine about something as stupid as this? What is with you?

“You’re very confusing. I think you joke, and then I listen to your tone and you’re genuine. But still, I wouldn’t mind if you did so.”

“It’s not nearly as confusing as how time passes in this place. It’s been like ten minutes since I met you but the clock says like three or four hours have passed.”

“What? Really?” His brows furrow as he steps closer, finding another excuse to close the distance between you both as he leans over the chair, seeing you pointing to the screen. “How strange…”

“Yeah. It doesn’t seem like tomorrow’s hunt will last for six hours, then. Thankfully.” You sigh.

“What, do you not want to feel like my prey for six hours straight?” He grins, leaning over further until his arm rests on your shoulder.

You shiver. “Why do you have to say it like that?”

“Because it makes you react, obviously. It’s entertaining to watch you squirm from something as simple as... the tone of my voice.” Of course, in order to prove his point, he does exactly what he did before, lowering his voice a few pitches and upping the growliness of it.

In covering your eyes, you also cover your cheeks, which have gained a slight flush. “William, I am begging you. Please, please, please, stop talking like that.”

And, naturally progressing, he was left somewhat stunned by the sound of your pleading tone. There’s just something about it, especially as you say his name, that makes him want to…

...makes him want to chase, and capture, and possess forever.

You as his prized prey, and him as the hunter.

“I’ll use it when necessary.” He vaguely answers, watching your head droop.

“I’ll take what I can get.” You concede breathily.

He chuckles, hearing the chime of a bell, signifying 6 in the morning. "Well, I suppose I'll see you tomorrow, then. Don't keep me waiting."

"Asshole. I won't." You turn your head away from him, hiding the flush on your face, and stand up, stretching. "See ya, William."

He hums, eyes tracing your form as you stretch. It was a nice view, watching the button up shirt crease around your back as you stretch, clearly hinting at the muscle beneath. His eyes did drift lower once or twice, and that's how he figures out that damn, you have a really nice ass!

You begin to walk out, and he follows you with his eyes, watching you turn past the replica Freddy husk and unlock the door, exiting into the fresh morning. His eyelids droop, gaze slipping up as his lips curl into a wide grin.

“Y/N… I won’t kill you. Especially not when I’m presented with such an ample opportunity to make this into something so entertaining.”

Well…

Is that the only reason?

Of course, he knows it isn’t.

His grin falls, leaving him coldly leering at the aged panels above him before his sight shifts back to the room around him. As he exits the office, he glances at the stained and shaded glass of the door, not allowing much, if any, light in. He turns away, heading back to where he was originally.

As he walks, he lets his form shift, feeling his body grow to his previous monster rabbit self, the creaks of his metal joints loud in the silent building.

He ignores any shadows that creep in the edges of his vision, the specters traversing without sound.

“This is going to be… boring.” His voice, far rougher than before, comes out unfeeling and croaky. As he returns to his previous position, slouching over once more, he decides to use his old tactic to pass time; inflicting enough pain on himself to fall unconscious. It doesn’t matter if his dreams are infested with darkness, nor how much he suffers in them.

It was better than the boredom of sitting in one position with an unchanging environment.

He begins forcing his muscles to flex and strain within the suit and pull against the beams they have welded to, making him grit his teeth before the searing pain fades away, along with his vision.

Goodnight, Y/N.

“Yo.” You greet your brother, the man tiredly yawning as he ruffles his hair.

“Heya, Y/N. What’re you up so early for?”

“Well, I got bored and got a night shift job at this dinky little horror attraction opening up next week. I decided to tell you about what happened there before I head off to sleep.”

“You got bored during a break from your job so you… got another job?”

“Y’know, William said the same thing.” You say, your brother narrowing his eyes at you.

“A coworker?” He asks.

“Eh, not quite… he is the reason I stayed up to talk to you, though.”

He hums, walking around the couch you were splayed on with your shirt half unbuttoned.

“So, to begin my tale, you remember Freddy’s? The pizzeria with the animatronics?” You question.

“Yeah?”

“Well the horror place I went to is based off of that; it’s filled with replicas and a few actual things from the pizzerias of the past, but something came in tonight that was… different.”

“Which was?”

“An animatronic. One of the originals, Springbonnie. Granted, the suit was ripped to shit and covered in enough dirt to be green, but it was authentic. It even has the dead body! Well - not so dead body, but still visible.”

“Did you call the cops?” He asks, worried.

“Hell no! I’m not paid enough to give a shit about what could-or-could-not-be a dead body. Either way, he transformed into a human, which was rather odd, but-”

“Just to be clear, this rabbit had a dead body inside and transformed into a human, and you don’t question it?”

“No. Continuing on, he got into my office and then we talked for a bit, I learned that his name is William, time passed really weirdly, and then we struck a deal where I have to keep him out of my office or I'll maybe die.”

“You’re still going back there?! And ‘maybe die?!’”

“Yeah, he said the knowledge about whether or not I die from losing the hunt was ‘for him to know.’ I didn’t question it further.”

“You know, Y/N, sometimes it feels like I’m the older sibling. You’re fucking stupid.”

“I’m well aware.”

He leans over the couch, glaring down at you. “Then wisen up and quit that damn job.”

“I’m good. William is good company.”

“He threatened to kill you!”

“And? He hasn’t. Yet.”

“You infuriate me, gayboy.” He says, stepping away from the couch.

“Cool. I’ll sleep here for now, when you get back from work I’ll definitely be up.”

“Whatever.” He waves his hand at you, ignoring the middle finger pointing his direction from behind the couch’s back.

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Part 2

also a lot of the stuff i write from now on may be male reader inserts lol

heres my springtrap design

here's the updated design lol

#springtrap #springtrap x reader #william afton #william afton x reader #afton #fnaf #fnaf x reader #fnaf 3 #yandere #yandere fnaf #yandere springtrap #five nights at freddy's #yandere x reader #x reader #male reader #male insert #reader insert #fnaf springtrap #gay

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space-mermaid-writing · 3 years

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House Arrest [Loki X Reader] Chapter 2

Summary: You are Clint’s 'little' sister and actually a trained Shield agent. But you gave that up a few years ago and became a Chef, because you wanted a normal live. Then one day Natasha shows up at your door and takes you to the Avenger Tower for a while for security reasons.

Tags: Reader is an former Shield Agent, chef!reader, Reader Barton, 2012 Avenger vibes, everything is still alright, Slice of Life, Avengers Family, Loki has a good heart, still the god of mischief, Slow Burn, mention of food and cooking

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Chapter 2: Not the new kitchen help

You can now call a cozy apartment with two rooms and a nice bathroom your own. You have stored your things in the bedroom and are now looking around the tower. The living rooms seem to be spread over several levels. Either there are really a lot of people living here or they tried to keep a little space to avoid stepping on each other's toes all the time. Living and working together can be quite a challenge for some people. The floors above consist - judging by the signs - of labs and various development rooms. Most of it is probably technical stuff, but some of the doors also have concerning warnings, and you don't want to spend your first day trying to figure out if they're genuine.

You find the outdoor platform with the big A and see, then it’s connected to some sort of party or lounge room. There are several couch sets and a rather nicely equipped bar. Overall, everything is very spacious and you're sure you can walk around here for a few days without anyone noticing your presence. At least once, you think you've lost your bearings for a moment, but then you find your way back to the elevators. On the other hand, there was surprisingly little going on up here.

All floors below the living area seem to be offices, at least the names of the elevator buttons suggest that. You don't feel like visiting them right now, because the exploration tour has left you pretty hungry. The last meal was also your breakfast this morning and now it's almost afternoon. So you look for the room that interests you the most anyway. And you find it near the lounge: a wonderfully large kitchen with fantastic equipment. You explore it with interest and notice that it‘s visibly little used. Among the people and other beings here, there seems to be no one enjoying cooking. Saving the world probably takes up enough of their time. As you open the refrigerator, a voice suddenly comes from somewhere, startling you briefly at first. "Good afternoon, Miss Barton. If you have any requests regarding the food or ingredients, please let me know." You look around, but can't see anyone. "My name is JARVIS," the voice explains. "I am an A.I. and I am available to assist you." "Uh-huh...hello," you merely reply, processing this information. Jarvis, meanwhile, continues talking. "Welcome to the Tower. The other Avenger members have been notified of your arrival in a memo." "Okay, thanks." It‘s a bit weird talking to a room, but apparently modern technology has already reached the next level here. Hearing nothing more, you start inspecting the contents of the refrigerator. The result is quite sobering. "It's all just fast foods," you grumble. "Would you like to suggest changes in the selection?", Jarvis asks. "Yes! Please and thank you." "You're welcome to make a shopping list, and I'll have everything ordered." Why not? Regardless of whether a computer can really do it, you nod. "Okay." "A personal tablet will be calibrated for you. You can pick it up from Mr. Banner."

A few minutes later you find yourself in the labs on the upper floors. The sterile lit hallway reminds you much more of Shield than the lower floors. You turn a corner and have to go down some stairs that lead you into a large room. Here, tables are jumbled with various types of modern computers and equipment. Further back is a robotic arm soldering a hard drive all by itself with a quiet whir. It’s a dream for any technology enthusiast. From one corner, you hear typing and beeping, followed by quiet murmurs. That's where you turn, looking at the whiteboards on the wall along the way, where complicated calculations and drawings could be seen. Then suddenly, right in front of you, a hologram appears in the air and you stop, rooted to the spot. "Oops!" "Oh, sorry." A head pops up from behind a nearby screen and you recognize Bruce Banner. His face is always shown on the news whenever there's been a shot of Hulk. But now you're more interested in the hologram as you take a closer look. It shows a nebulous, pulsating entity. "What is that?" you ask the scientist. "We got some cosmic stones. This was in one of them." "It's moving. Is it alive?" "Living would be an exaggeration, but there is energy present. My name is Dr. Banner, by the way." He reduzes the size the hologram so it's out of your way. "Barton, nice to meet you." "Clint's sister, I read the file. He never mentioned you though." "I didn't want any attention, but didn't quite work out, I guess." Bruce smiles sympathetically and reaches for a cup of tea, which, judging by his expression after the first sip, seems to be cold. You ask for the tablet you came for, and Bruce looks around searchingly. There are a few of them in the room, but the display of one lights up, drawing your attention. You see your name displayed and simply conclude that it's the right one. Briefly you say thank and goodbye, before you go back to your room and start making a shopping list. Please fresh ingredients and please deliver today.

Afterwards, you browse around a bit. The tablet, like every electronic device in the house, seems connected to the main computer and to Jarvis. You pull up a few files on your new housemates and read them curiously. At least the parts that are publicly available. You also take the opportunity to look for your own name. Because even though you know that your records were officially destroyed when you left, you know that no data is ever really gone. So you're almost surprised when you find only a few sentences about yourself and not even a photo. Mainly it was about your and Clint's entry into Shield at a young age as orphans. You had received a pretty good education, which may have also kept you from going off the rails. Besides hand-to-hand combat and firearms training, your specialty was handling knives, while your brother took up bows and arrows. For foreign missions, you had also had to learn various languages and had chosen the widely spoken Spanish and Russian. But you didn't work for Shield for a long time, instead opting out of your career early on. It just wasn't the life you wanted to lead. So you changed cities and mingled with the civilian population. And before you knew it, your talent with a knife led you into a traditional apprenticeship as a chef. You enjoyed this work more than having to fight to death, and you even expanded your knowledge and skills during a year abroad in France. But there is very little of all this in your records.

You set the tablet aside and stretch out on your new bed. Normally, you would be in full swing at work right now. A glance at the clock reveals that it's already early evening. Rush hour in most of the restaurants. But here? Without a task or a plan, there's not much you can do. On the other hand, a little vacation wouldn't hurt you.

At some point, the tablet gave a soft ping and when you checked, it was a notification that the refrigerator and all the pantries had been restocked. By now you are very hungry and you heard nothing about a joint dinner time, so you decide to cook yourself something. Out of sheer habit and to avoid getting your clothes dirty, you put on a chef's jacket and apron you brought from home and go into the kitchen. There's a radio in one corner that you turn on. Jarvis really did get everything you had asked for. It was a dream come true. Now in a much better mood, you grab a pan and get to work. From the freezer, you pull out a fish, which you gut and fill with fresh herbs. It goes into the pan first. Then it's the turn of the potatoes, which are peeled, boiled and rolled in rosemary.

You're so absorbed in your work - you've just poked a knife into the boiling potatoes to see if they're already done - that you don't notice a visitor, who had entered the kitchen at some point, until he makes himself known. "I'll have the course menu and a white wine to go with it." Somewhat confused, you look up as you hear the man's voice and see Tony Stark standing at the sideboard across from you. He notices your look and returns it with a smile. "I didn't realize we hired a new kitchen help." You frown and take a sharpening rod in your free hand to sharpen your knife while not taking your eyes off Tony. "Oh, I'm not a new kitchen help," you clarify. "I'm a chef." "Excuse me. Then would the chef please serve me the course menu and a white wine?" The trillionaire indicates a polite bow, but you merely turn to the stove and take the potatoes off it. You then retrieve a plate from the cupboard. "Jarvis", you direct your voice to the computer, hoping it’s still listening. "Would you please explain to Mr. Stark that I'm not here to cook for him and that he'll have to order his course menu, if he really wants one, from the Chinese place next door?" "Mr. Stark, I'm supposed to-." "I heard her, Jarvis," Tony interrupts the A.I., eyeing you a little more closely now. "That does make me wonder what you're doing here, Miss...? Aside from the fact that there's no Chinese working next door." "Then you should make one move in there," you replay amused. As you do, you wipe your fingers on the cloth you've hung on the apron at your hip and prep your dish. Just as Tony is about to say something clever, the door opens and another person walks in. You recognize Thor at first glance. "What's that delicious smell in the air?", he asks, looking around curiously. You smile and point to the stove. "I was just cooking. There's still some left for you to take." With that, you want to go to your room, but Tony stops you. "Oh, he gets something, but I don't?", he complains. You shrug your shoulders. "He didn't want a whole menu." With that, you disappear through the door and go back to your living quarters. There you quickly change into something comfy and make yourself comfortable on the couch, where you watch an episode of your favorite show while you eat. A little company would be nice, but you don't feel like meeting more people you don't know yet. And you don't feel like searching for Natasha in this huge complex. So you’re fine with being by your own right own.

After dinner, you continue watching the show, but eventually you realize you're getting tired. It really had been an eventful and long day. So you quickly take your dirty dishes back to the kitchen. But just as you're closing the dishwasher, Tony comes back in and leans against the frame with his arms crossed. "So… you‘re a Barton." Apparently he had spent a few minutes of his precious time gathering information about you and then waited for you to reappear. "Surprised there's another one?" you ask with a smirk. He takes that as a sign that you're not holding a grudge against him. He pushes himself off the door frame and comes closer, now leaning his arms on the kitchen island. "Nothing about Legolas surprises me anymore. Met his wife and kids the other day. Nice family. Are you guys a whole circus?" "Not anymore." You shrug. "So, what’s your deal?", he wants to know. "You left Shield in your early twenties. What's normal life like out there? No one waiting for you to come home?" You turn on the dishwasher and grab a water bottle from the supply. "Life is nice. Often stressful, but I have to worry a lot less about getting killed." You don't answer Tony's last question. It's really none of his business. "That is when you're not being yanked out of that life and brought into the house of superheroes", you add. "You'll get used to it. Both that we're super and that we're heroes. I promise." You laugh at his words. Tony seems to be a real egocentric, but also a humorous person. "Well, let's see", you reply, "Now if the welcome speech is over, I'd like to go to bed." "I won't keep anyone away from their beauty sleep. Good night." You wish him the same, then head back to your room, where you make yourself comfortable on the large bed. The strange surroundings were unfamiliar, but not you don't feel uncomfortable and so you soon fall asleep.

#Loki #Loki x Reader #House Arrest #Chapter 1 #my writing #Clint #clint barton #hawkeye #loki laufeyson #imagine #chef reader #mcu #marvel

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juminsmysticmc · 3 years

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Hey, it’s me, the one who request the moth headcanon, sorry about the trouble and if it’s okay, instead I would like to see an MC who’s major is digital arts and animation. If not, it’s fine, just have a great day.

RFA + Minor Trio with a Mc who's major is digital arts and animations

Hey! It was no trouble at all! I hope that it’s okay for you tho, I am happy that you could request something different! I hope you enjoy this one too! Have a nice day!

Jumin

Your husband observed you. Ever since he installed a room for you alone in his penthouse, you could finally work from home a bit more.

He hadn’t realized that even before you came into the RFA, he had already worked with you.

Your major, digital arts and animation, was often used for his advertising or other programs.

You often wanted to meet the CEO, but since he always thought that you would be just a gold digger, he always rejected you, just making Jaehee send emails with the things he wanted to have inserted.

Well, today he regretted his choice back then.

Instead, he observed you.

You were working on a new project.

,,How many years did you have to study? I mean, you have so many majors… Design Director, Storyboard Director, I didn’t know, you were multitalented, my love,’’ he praised you.

You even worked a lot with the audio.

You looked up and smiled at your husband.

,,Thank you, my love. I’m trying to make your latest project work. Wanna see?’’ you asked him.

However he knew that your work would be amazing and wanted to have it be a surprise rather than get spoiled.

Zen

Your boyfriend never understood how you could be such a good multitasker.

You could cook, set the table, chat with Jaehee, and even post something on your blog.

But once he saw you at work, he understood.

It had something to do with your job.

You had to work in different kinds of media at the same time.

,,This isn’t just one,’’ you told him and scrolled through your phone.

Your long hair was in your way so you put it away with one hand.

,,I have to work with the sound, video, and stop-motion graphics at the same time. I do this and much more, but I don’t want to annoy you,’’ you laughed as you looked up.

,,You don’t annoy me, Mrs. Director,’’ he laughed and kissed you.

You were even the director of a whole section and helped new students get into the job.

,,Okay, so, see this video?’’ you showed him an animated movie you just got via email.

,,This was made by my students, but she used the wrong program because the audio is slightly separated from the video itself,’’ you told him.

He hadn’t noticed anything at first, but after you told him, he saw it too.

,,And you noticed after a few seconds? You’re amazing!’’ he smiled and looked over your shoulders. You were still cooking.

Yoosung

Your husband wondered why he never saw you or met you since your college wasn’t that far away from his building.

But thank God both of you finally met thanks to the RFA.

He was also amazed by you because you were pretty famous among students.

You even had your own blog and of course you programmed everything yourself.

It looked amazing.

You had every single section working in there, but your point was the digital arts and animation.

,,Did you really have to submit a portfolio to be admitted?’’ he asked you when he read your latest blog.

You nodded at him as you typed something on your keyboard.

,,Mhm, especially to bachelor of fine arts,’’ you told him.

He didn’t quite understand, but he still nodded.

,,I didn’t have to,’’ he mumbled.

,,That’s why it’s written on there. The little word ,,may’’ says that you possibly have to, but not always,’’ you told him, making him sulk.

,,I know what ,,may’’ means… ah, and tell me. What are the admission requirements?’’ he asked you.

You turned your head and looked at him.

,,Can you maybe read the whole post instead of just the keywords? You need to check on the page itself for the requirements. Every university does it differently,’’ you told him and closed the page.

,,Ah. I just wanted to test you,’’ he smiled and looked at you.

He looked so up to you. You always knew what the latest LOLOL update changed in the game. You were amazing...

Jaehee

,,What? You went to Harvard University?’’ Zen asked you. He didn’t know that he was in a group with such an intelligent person and you were even Jaehee’s girlfriend.

You nodded.

,,She’s also very creative. Did you see our advertisement? She did it herself. Pretty amazing, right?!’’ Jaehee said proudly, no one had ever seen her that excited.

You changed her.

You and Jaehee also often went to different festivals to check the latest innovations. It was something even Jaehee was interested in.

And thanks to you, she even understood a few things since you were very good at explaining things.

,,Should we buy this new keyboard? It fits much better than the one you have now in your studio,’’ she told you and admired the keyboard in front of you.

She looked up to you since you were such a hard worker as a owner of a coffee shop and even a designer of word advertisements and 2d animation.

Saeyoung

,,You make pretty good money, huh?’’ he asked you as he looked around.

Your studio just looked so aesthetically pleasing in the middle of Seoul.

You shrugged your shoulders as you kept typing something.

Then you took your pen between your fingers and began to draw something.

You were a storyboard artist.

Saeyoung, your finacé, loved to watch you.

He sometimes even helped you when a program stopped working.

,,Look, which one do you like more?’’ you asked him as you turned your screen towards him to show him a park.

,,Mh, I don’t know. What’s the story? LIke, this one looks cute as if you’re in a fairy tale, but this one looks more realistic,’’ he answered, making you turn the display again.

You nodded and stood up, taking your jacket and facing your fiancé. ,,We are going to the park now,’’ you said and pulled him by the hand.

That’s what he loved about you.

He, too, was someone who would simply do his work, but you wanted to give your best, even at that moment.

At the end of the day, you however, knew which one you would decide on and you were happy that Saeyoung opened your eyes.

Saeran

,,Mc! It’s so nice to see you here!’’ someone said and hugged you.

Saeran observed the person who was so happy to see you.

Both of you were in a foreign country and people still knew you?

You hugged the person who was apparently named Mira.

,,Saeran, this was my teacher, Mira,’’ you said and told Mira about your boyfriend.

She was so happy to see that you got a boyfriend.

,,Have fun here and go visit Josef! He will be happy to see you!’’ she said, meaning your other teacher.

You took Saeran and with him you walked through every department.

,,They try to motivate you to be creative, get started, start your own company, make your own shows, produce medical videos or animations, and they want you to learn things by doing,’’ you explained.

At some point, you arrived at a place that was lit by lights. Students had pencils in their hands and they began to draw something on their papers. This was something that amazed Saeran.

,,I thought it’s digital art,’’ he whispered.

You nodded. ,,They first try to make you get used to it. When you’re ready, you can move to the digital version,’’ you told him and observed the students.

It was a pretty good day and Saeran also enjoyed seeing you presentate something on a stage about your own work in South Korea.

He was proud of you.

Jihyun

Hand in hand, both of you walked into an institute to talk about digital art.

Jihyun also liked art a lot. However, he was a painter.

But your art was also something beautiful in his eyes.

He once tried it, but failed.

,,I remember back then, I also was unsure if digital art was real art, but after I saw it myself… I’m sorry I was like that back then… so don’t give up if people are the same here as in this art institute,’’ he told you.

You nodded.

Your goal was it to teach digital art in that institute and they first invited you to talk about it.

They first invited you in and then they were ready to listen to you.

,,Thank you for your words,’’ the older man said and nodded.

,,However, digital art is, itself, placed under the larger umbrella term new media art that doesn’t require any effort, Mrs. Kim. Digital art is not considered real art,’’ he said and closed his book with the notes.

,,Why did you invite my wife then?’’ Jihyun asked as you watched your dreams get crushed in front of your eyes.

No one dared to say anything. Were you just the laugh stock? Why did you even make the effort? You were ready to give up when Jihyun began to say something again. ,,I can understand you. At first we thought that digital art was easy. Why should we ask a teacher to teach us? I’m an artist myself and I thought like that too, but here too, just like the art with real pens and colors, you need to start with it gradually. I experienced it myself and I was surprised by how difficult it was. I beg you, try at least once to draw a forest in digital art,’’ Jihyun said, begging the person in front of him.

,,Very well, I have been an artist since my twenties and I am now sixty years old,’’ he laughed and took your tablet, ready to draw.

While he was drawing, you did the same on the second tablet and a bit later you all noticed the difference, making them all apologize to you.

,,I can’t thank you enough,’’ you sobbed as both of you walked out of the room, you overjoyed about the good news.

,,I told you not to give up on them. They were just like me,’’ he laughed and kissed your hand before you could both go and pick up Lucy at Jumin’s penthouse.

Vanderwood

When he first saw your room, not Rika’s, but your own home, he was kind of shocked to know that you were almost like Agent 707.

He quickly noticed that just like him, you loved your profession.

It was something that satisfied you immediately ever since you first learned how things worked.

Indeed, animation was attracting more and more people and you were one of them.

,,Back then, when we lived in Japan, we somehow won a sightseeing trip and I got to see the Ghibli studio. I think that that was the moment I fell in love with it,’’ you told him as he looked around.

,,And then? I mean, Japan is one of the best countries to study animation, right?’’ he asked you. Vanderwood was truly interested in it.

He wanted to know everything about you.

The brown haired man wanted to know what made your eyes shine so brightly and why you were so in love with your job.

,,Uhm, yeah. Spain is the best country to study animation, but I also expected it to be Japan. Back then and still today, living there was too expensive. My parents wanted to move back to Korea and so I went to Spain to study my dream,’’ you laughed.

,,I’m amazed. I expected you to go with your parents,’’ he laughed and observed you.

,,I was amazed by myself too, you know? It was a hard decision, but I never regretted what I did. I could fulfil my dream and it’s my life after all.

And knowing more languages is even better because there are so many more opportunities,’’ you laughed.

,,Please never lock the door in other languages like Agent 707,’’

You laughed at his comment. ,,I won’t… but maybe something animated?’’ you teased him.

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