Haven't posted anything in a while so I am actually going to start revealing some lore about my Kirby AU.
The basic gist is that Adeleine gets trapped in a toy house where she slowly starts turning into a toy herself, kinda like Coraline. She meets Kirby and Ribbon, two main residents, who decide to help her escape, both for their own personal reasons. Adeleine has to make it through the "rooms" of the other inhabitants and defeat them to escape, while an ominous Intruder follows.
Adeleine is mostly weirded out by Kirby, but is grateful towards his help. Kirby knows the toy house inside and out, partly due to his close relationship with the Ringmaster. He usually doesn't help new inhabitants, but after looking at Adeleine's eye, he's decided to help out, and more importantly, keep an eye on the new human.
Susie is... complicated. She resides in one of the later rooms, but her machines are everywhere, as she had a bit of a hand in the creation of the toy house and was even a companion of the Ringmaster. After some creative differences, Susie got her memory wiped and became one of the first inhabitants of the toy house. She's a bit of a haughty prick, with Adeleine not having the highest opnion of her, though she toughs through it for her help. Susie's far reach in the toy house make her a valuable ally and dangerous enemy, so Adeleine makes sure to stay on her good side.
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Hello! For your robot toy au.
It doesn't need to be cannon but how would the boys react to Y/n coming home from college and work feeling so exhausted and thankful that winter break has finally arrived that they basically hibernate for about a week and a half, only to wake up to be in so much pain, due to how much they moved around before the sort of hibernation, that they can't move for the first hour or 2 they're awake?
Sorry if that seems really complicated!
Also, for sudden fluff, how would the boys react to Y/n suddenly giving the boys tiny beds with plushies that they tuck the boys into before going to sleep themselves?
Thank you for the questions!!
Keep in mind, for the moment, y/n dies not know that these boys are sentient, nor do they realize they are caring for y/n inconspicuously!
For the moment, anyway..
For the hibernation, the boys would have a routine to ensure y/n is getting the rest they need, setting alarms on the phone and placing a water bottle on the night stand every day, and perhaps a snack here and there as well. Y/n is too tired to notice anything. As they begin to wake up, they might feel silly in remembering the very-obviously-a-hallucination from seeing 2 little toys scampering across the bed with a water bottle.
They would go on with the silliness, going as far as talking to the boys (in a kidding, playful manner) and thanking the boys for caring for them while being lights-out for so long. Surely y/n MUST return the favor and let them have some rest as well! They find a nice big shoe box and place a folded t-shirt inside, along with a folded pair of fuzzy socks for pillows. Then they proceed with tucking the boys in and give them big cartoony smooches right on their face, as proper thank-yous were in order!
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Since it persists on being too hot to focus on my more useful OUAT fics, have a disgustingly self-indulgent Pinocchio Swap AU turned "Please Let Piccolino Have A Loving Family" AU moment 🙃🥰
"Grandfather," Pinocchio asks, standing on his tiptoes to peer over the worktable, "why are there so many clocks here?"
He half expects Mr. Marco to scold him for asking such a silly question, but instead the man just chuckles fondly and pats Pinocchio over the head, earning himself a giddy grin. "Ah, that's just because I like fixing them, lad. They need a more delicate touch than doors and plumbing, you see."
"But only one of them is working. Why's that?"
"That is because I don't have the time to spare for them all." Mr. Marco gestures vaguely towards the single working clock, hanging from the wall on the back of the workshop. "That one, though- August helped me sort it out, when he'd just arrived here. Do you want to see it?"
"Yes!" Pinocchio immediately interrupts his curious poking around the table, all but bouncing with enthusiasm. He likes learning about things August is involved with. August's always doing some really cool stuff, it seems.
As such, he lets the old man pick him up and lift him high enough that Pinocchio can see the clock from up close, and doesn't protest when the boy leans even closer, marvelling at the nice carvings in the wood - Pinocchio doesn't wiggle out so much to risk falling, which would for sure earn him a scolding, but still, it's the principle of the thing. He wouldn't feel so certain that he's safe being held like this, with some other people.
He thinks he knows a little of how things work in Storybrooke, now. Not everything, of course, but at least what he needs to get by on a normal day - he knows he can close the window blinds at night if he's worried someone will enter as he sleeps, and that he doesn't need anyone's permission to do so; he knows he can go crawl on August's lap if he's lonely and the man is writing or talking to someone, so long as he doesn't get too much in the way; he knows that if he wants to go pet Dr. Hopper's dog there are multiple adults who'll hold onto Gina for him, because dogs are so much bigger than her and she gets frightened easily around them.
He still doesn't know whether Mr. Marco is okay with Pinocchio calling him Grandfather or not, but that kind of thing is so confusing here, he's not sure he's ever going to puzzle it out. Back home he was supposed to address all older people like that, but Storybrooke? Beats him. Maybe it's too formal for them, who knows.
The clock ticks by another minute. Pinocchio squints at it, following the moving hands with his finger for a moment - the numbers are written a little different from what he remembers, but it's not too long before he can safely declare: "It says it's six minutes past two. That's it, right?"
"Very good," Mr. Marco praises him, and it doesn't feel like a mockery, even if he does sound genuinely surprised. "You know how to tell the time already, then? What a clever boy."
"Yeah." Pinocchio's chest swells with pride, and he points eagerly at one of the other clocks, the still broken ones. "That one's saying it's half past six, but that's because it's stuck. And that one thinks it's midday. Or midnight, I don't know."
"Yes, that's right. Good job. Say, who taught you so well?"
"An old man in a town. He said that because I had a nice watch, I should know how to read the time."
He doesn't like thinking about that too much, honestly. The old man, yes - he'd met a lot of nice elderly people in his travels, more than he did nice younger ones, at least - but the memory of the watch itself makes his chest clench painfully, like the time he was underwater without air before the dogfish happened.
He wonders what they did with it, after he lost it when he turned into a donkey. He's not even sure it still worked at that point, because it fell pretty hard, and the Coachman didn't give him time to check on it before leading him away with his rope - Pinocchio hopes it didn't break too badly, even if he can't have it anymore. It was a good pocket watch, nice to look at. He'd never owned anything so nice before that, and even though he's received lots of gifts since he came to Storybrooke, it's not the same thing. People are richer there than they were in his old land. They always seem to have something to spare for him, especially August and Mr. Marco and the gruff lady at the diner.
He must have gone quiet for too long, however, because the man gives him a little shake, if not a very rough one. "You alright, lad?"
Pinocchio nods, even though the picture of the golden watch is still flashing in front of him, as if it were the sun and he'd stared at it for too long. "Grandfather?"
"Yes, Pinocchio?"
"Can I see how to fix them, too, when you have time? Like you and August did?"
He's not really thinking he could manage it, honestly. He's not good enough for that. But anything's better than being stuck remembering the same thing over and over again, with no way to stop it. Physically doing something usually works as a distraction, like when he couldn't solve his math problems and he'd just up and start running.
For a couple seconds he worries he won't be able to explain himself if Mr. Marco asks him about it, but the old man doesn't, and instead simply nods, his mouth curling in a warm smile.
"Of course," he says, sounding a little choked up. "You're a smart boy. I'm sure you'll learn very fast."
"Really?"
"Well, yes. Why don't you go look for August and ask him, too? I bet he'll say the same thing."
Pinocchio nods again, allowing Mr. Marco to carefully put him down and darting away towards August's room as soon as his feet have touched the floor. He's not completely certain he didn't say something wrong yet, especially when he was distracted, but it's fine. He's fine. He would have been told, if someone was mad at him. That's how it works in Storybrooke.
And even if he did make someone mad, he can learn how to fix that. Just like the clocks. Just like the golden watch, stuck in another world that it might be.
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Remember that post I made about that Collector/Grimwalker AU idea I had?
Welp. Here’s the outline!
Each Grimwalker is accompanied by the spirit of Caleb, who’s horrified and more than a little hurt at what his brother is doing. He tries to help each of them in any way he can - mostly trying to find out a reliable way to help get them out of Philip’s murdering range - but there’s only so much he can do as just a ghost, especially as his brother treads an increasingly wide circle around the Isles.
Caleb is also worried about what could come from Philip being allied with a being of such a high caliber of magic. Yet he feels for the Collector as well, seeing the hints that they’re a child who doesn’t understand a lot of things and has some pretty major insecurities.
The Collector sometimes likes to interact with the Grimwalkers behind Belos’s back, and this increases in frequency the more impatient they grow with their supposed ally. Some he genuinely bonds with; others he just likes to be around as an alternative to their stodgy “uncle”. They quickly develop a tendency to drop little secrets and hints about Belos whenever they’re alone with a Grimwalker.
The Collector is able to see Caleb, who’s a lot kinder and more genuine with the child than his brother is (low bar, but hey). Caleb occasionally draws parallels between the Collector and the Grimwalkers, pointing out that they may be more like the star child than he thinks. He also hints about his desire to help as many Grimwalkers as he can.
The more the Collector interacts with the Grimwalkers (and Caleb), the more they start to warm up to the fact that they’re individuals - and the more they start to rethink their alliance with Belos. Eventually they decide, ‘hey, Philip has enough pawns already, I think he can do without a few of these.’ Between the Collector and Caleb, a good number of the more recent Grimwalkers have an easier time escaping being offed by Belos.
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