Arow

I appear to be just a teeny tiny bit stuck on this tree here because of this arrow, have been for quite a while, however I have many works that I have written in the mean time! Would you like to see?

Masterlist, Fluffy Fall

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₊˚⊹⋆˙˚˖ ࣪☆.°* Info about me ₊˚⊹⋆˙˚˖ ࣪☆.°*

I wish for people to use he/him for me

I am AroAce (aromantic and asexual), meaning that I feel no romantic or sexual attraction! So please keep in mind that I am purely guessing at romance! (I do accept criticism)

I am 18, so take that as you will

English is not my first language, so if I make a mistake, do correct me!

Rules/info under the cut

Now for my request!

How would Circe react if reader had siblings over. I was thinking like younger siblings that are children and they had to take care of them.

And vice versa if you're up for it!

-E

(still can't believe you like my content but that's besides the point —)

Thank you for the request, dear E! After Project Hail Mary, all I can imagine is Circe talking like Rocky

WARNING: Mild yandere behaviour, masc!reader, reader getting turned into a parental figure

Circe with your child siblings

- He hadn't been gone long. Just a few hours of stretching, gathering and fighting off other harpies for encroaching onto your territory

- So, it was safe to say he was confused how you could produce an egg from... somewhere ("but Circe taught by M/N that M/N can't lay egg!??") and have them hatch and grow

- Though fully confused, immediately accepts his new role as a father. He will protect and care for family! No matter what comes up—!

-... they're your siblings?

- No matter, still child, still in need of protection and love!

- Would grow even more protective and possessive of you, the home and the kids. Staying up late, never letting any of you out of his sight

- Hope you're comfortable sleeping with your siblings. Group sleeping is important! You wouldn't want to stress Circe's poor, worried heart right?

- Lets them sleep alone only sometimes or if they need a moment alone (still keeps an eye out, of course, he'd never actually leave them alone!)

- Even after explaining that the kids are your siblings, Circe can't help but treat you as if you just laid eggs. No walking/riding anywhere. Just carry! Circe big and strong! He handle! And feed you nutritious meal! Balanced!

- He had always wanted to have chicks of your own...

- The siblings are staying temporarily? No, they're not <3

- Slowly falls into a delusion of the siblings being your kids ("M/N good papa. Loving and soft. Perfect papa. Perfect love.")

- Very kind and caring to them. Teaching them what he knows, comforting them when hurt (he cries along with them but it's fine) and letting them ride on his back when he flies

- Loves playing with them. Outdoor games mainly

- Circe never goes high, just to where the top of your home is, that's the maximum

- Preens them like he does you

- Calls them hatchlings or chicks

- Tries teaching them his language (or what there is of it) and gets cuteness aggression from their tries

- Your nest is now massive!

- Loving dad + loving bird husband = happy life

Circe with his own child siblings

- Harpy babies stay with the parents untill they're adults and they don't leave the nest before that (only exploring around the nest) and siblings always go to the parent's nest to visit

- So, if Circe's siblings "visit"...

- You've got mail? Nope, you've got a family!

- Most harpy families are very protective of each other and don't allow most other creatures near their young

- That, obviously, doesn't apply to you. You're Circe's lover!

- All of your clothes are getting tunneled into by the siblings. They smell like Circe and you

- It becomes routine to go out into the garden and hang out while Circe teaches the hatchlings how to fly

- Would end up the same no matter who's siblings arrive. You're a dad now, congrats!

- The only difference is that all of them are now highly protective of you!

-E

Uhm— Me?

I am fanboying so hard rn (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠) I adore your writing and I am not lying when I say you were one of the reasons I wanted to start this blog

Thank you for the compliment, dear E!!!

Bro, Bone, Malakai, Ranee and Ryland have my HEART (especially Bone. I need more Bone pls I beg of you (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠) )

THE DISNEY OCS!? PERFECTION. I love each one with my whole heart...Rory more than others but who cares (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠)

My genuine reaction when I realised who you were:

What if Benji’s brother was also a werewolf, and that’s why their parents don’t talk to them,

Thank you for the request, dear anon! Somehow, I never wondered about this!

WARNING: Intended to be Masc!reader, masc terms used, brief mentions of scars in the end, child abandonment.

Oh lord, 500 miles or 5 minutes away from home?

- "Dog bros" is now your duo name (Benji claimed it to be so, so it's true!)

- Benji would love cuddling right up to you as you're both in werewolf form, you curled around him, just his snout and eyes peeking out

(y'all ↓)

- Unfortunately, you would have to explain everything about werewolves and the changes that come as you grow...get ready for 2 birds and the bees!

- While you wouldn't hide why you don't talk to your parents (seeing as the same happened to him) you'd leave stuff out

- Your tail is now his chew toy :)

- Now you can roughhouse more roughly! Not that Benji needs to hold himself back much, the knowledge that he's getting stronger puts him on edge when you were human. Good thing you're not in this universe!

- You'd be part of the werewolf community in the town so it's far easier for Benji to find his place. Bonfire nights. Bar n' Bark evenings. Birthdays. Holidays. Fuck it, let's celebrate nothing nights. Home tech afternoons. Summer camp.

- Benji knows you're strong. You're his big brother! But...but family looks out for family! (Especially since that damn wolf can't keep away from you... prick...)

- Carrying him by the scruff of the neck so he doesn't go for the throat because someone insulted you

- Whines and whines. He knows you can hear him. Don't ignore him.

- Rides on your back in wolf form and gets carried like a baby in pup form

- Not much would change if you were a werewolf besides being able to relate to your younger bro. You don't talk to your parents—if you can call them that—so it's just you two. Just like always.

Now it's time for : Angsty writing

"God– Fuckin'–" You cursed under your breath, you sat down onto your ancient bed, hunching into yourself. The floral bedsheets you got when you were thrown out wrapped tightly around a small bundle on the bed.

You press the balls of your hands into your eyes. You wanted to claw them out. To rip your throat so you could scream with no pain. No noise. Your mind began to wander. Thinking of the small boy—your brother—who got sent to you, holding ready adoption papers. The one sleeping right here. Next to you.

Your chest burned, throat feeling tight and saliva thick. You weren't sure if the burning in your eyes came from the pressing or the tears. Shaking your head free of the documents you filled mere hours ago, you focused on your breathing. Attempting to keep it even and deep. You couldn't cry. You can't.

But oh, how hard it was. This poor baby, not even double digits and already abandoned by those who were supposed to stand behind him. Arms open to catch and hands nail free so they could only sooth. You're not shocked, but disgust churned inside, gnawing at everything. You should have known. You should have prepared. The love your parents share are not for children or friends. They care for each other, not for others. As soon as any harm comes into view, they turn tail and run. Even if it's their own children, running to them with blood staining their clothes, bite marks impeded in their skin and tears rolling down their cheeks. Crying out for them.

At least you were 18. An adult. You could figure it out on your own. But Benji? He's a child. What could he have done if you didn't accept him? Not that you wouldn't. You wouldn't be like them. You would pull out your nails and teeth if it meant Benji felt safe. You would run towards his screams. Wash away the blood. Bandages the bite marks. Dry his tears. You would be his parent. His father. His mother. His brother. His family.

Your ears perk up as Benji shifts under the covers, rolling over towards you.

"...Brother...?" His quiet voice whispers out, voice broken and lazy.

"I'm comin', baby, I'm comin'." You sigh, rubbing the back of your neck, fingers grazing the long-since healed bite marks.

There's no point breaking now. He's here. He needs you. Crying can wait.

You gently lift the covers, making sure the heat doesn't escape, before getting it.

"Night, Benji." You murmur as you turn off the bedside lamp. Leaving rainbow night-light softly shining. Huh. It ain't that bad.

It's not long before you feel the small form that is your brother curling up to you.

"Good nigh..." Benji's voice drifts before snapping back, making you smile, " brother..."

Rowan(sitting with M/n on the roof): Just we two~...

Child 1(pops out from behind the opening window): Oh, that would be wonderful!

Rowan: Three

*another child pops up*

Rowan: Four!

*yet another child pops up*

Rowan(wide eyed and planning how he can become the best step-dad): Five!

M/n: Yes, sir knight, these are my children

Rowan(now wanting more children): How sweet, my dearest~!

Thank you for the request, anon!

Note, this is coming from a person who's never gotten high. This is based on what I've heard happens when people partake in the taking

WARNING: Drugs, getting high, Masc!Reader

Mùchén (he/him)

- Cries and whines

- Becomes very sentimental and clingy. You are not getting let go, even in the bathroom. You're both boys! You've got the same stuff!

- "I'm just— You're so amazing, baby~!!"

Stephen (he/him)

- Switches between deep talks, nonsensical chattering and spacing out

- Would crave the greasiest kebab

- S: "Let's talk about fish" // You: "okay" // S: "They think their better than me (⁠눈⁠‸⁠눈⁠)" // You: "How dare they"

Marylin (she/her)

- Partakes the most (she's a stressed girl, okay?) so she's pretty used to it, knows her limits

- Talks about her troubles and plays with your hands

- "And so like— What if I want to take a gap year? It'll help!... Won't it?"

Ruka (they/them)

- Spaces out the whole time

- Goes through a quiet anxiety attack, which you help them through

- Partakes once and doesn't do it ever again. Becomes a second caretaker (the first one being you)

- "We're like parents, aren't we? They turn into such toddlers...well Stephen is already one— I'm just joking, sweetheart!"

Bonus!

Circe (he/they)

- Loses the his, already limited, ability to talk. Chirps and clicks the whole time

- Stays in his nest with you the whole time, starts kneeding your belly (no, it doesn't matter how much or little you have, you're getting tummy biscuits!)

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Rowan doesn’t like to remember the years before you came into his life.

Why would he choose to steep in the guilt of the blood he’s spilt? All under orders from a system that only saw him as a tool? Or the townspeople who should’ve thanked him for his sacrifice, only to instead be branded as a monster?

Why would he choose to remember what it was like to be even below humanity?

To see bodies—comrades, friends—fall to the ground in a battle not started by them, but expected to finish it, and be told to feel nothing?

To have his body battered and torn and forced back together, only to be told to suck it up and jump back into the fight before his ribs could heal, gasping in pain with every swing of his sword?

To recite orders, pledges, decrees to criminals he holds captive that even he, himself, doesn’t believe in, but it’s either his head or theirs?

Maybe there was some light in his life, some fire, a spark, a purpose when he joined.

But Rowan had long since forgotten it, snubbed out by the shattered will that kept him hanging by a thread.

Now, the only light that he wakes up to is not the sun.

It’s you.

Because you don’t twist a blade into his stomach and tell him to choke on his blood for being obsolete. Because you don’t see him fail at asinine tasks like folding a tablecloth and tell him he’s worthless. Because you don’t threaten to take away what little he has because he accidentally broke another wooden spoon.

To you, he is not a sword. A blade meant to be sharpened and discarded after the cracks in the metal form.

To you, he is human. He breathes the same air, looks up at the same sky, bemoans the same weather, and bleeds the same red.

You, who laughs as he accidentally chops down too much fire wood that can’t be stored properly, so you have a big bonfire and spend that night telling stories to your audience of one.

You, who laughs at his struggle to fish with a line and hook, so you trade and barter till you have enough to get a fishing spear and present it to him to make his life easier.

You, who laughs when he has to pick you up so that you can reach the higher forgabkes around the forest, resting on his shoulder as he lifts you up.

There is no scorn, no backlash, no pain that comes from you.

Only joy, laugher, and a calm that Rowan would’ve believed to be a pipe dream had he still been in service.

Perhaps he is selfish to keep the darkness that lingers in him away from you. To shield you from the monstrosities, the horrors he has inflicted.

But, at the end of the day, Rowan is a knight, even in only in spirit. And if he wants to perform his duty, one last time, for the one thing in his life that can garner hope.

Why wouldn’t he covet it all to himself?

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“Rowan!” You call out, laughing as you almost trip on your way to him, colliding into Rowan’s body on accident, “Oomph—Look what I got for you!”

Rowan barely grunts at the suddenly collision, but quickly steadies you, placing a hand on your waist, “What is it?”

You gently push yourself to stand properly, before pulling out a (poorly) concealed fishing spear from your back, presenting it to him like it’s the best thing since sliced bread (it is, since it’s a gift from you to him).

“Tada! Now you can get more fish while I forage by the lakes, since I know you don’t like using a fishing rod.” You beam at him, like a dog expecting praise and head pats for rolling over.

Something in Rowan softens as he lets out a small grunt, the corners of his mouths twitching up into a smile as he pats your head, like an owner trying to placate their dog, “…Thank you.”

And if you cheered, jumping in place, at that response, that’s between you and him and your simple, easy life together.

(Except for when Rowan burns a batch of bread!)

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DID MY ROWAN AGENGA WORK??? DOES THIS COUNT AS ROWAN PROPOGANDA???

Do you want my account? I'll give it. Merry me?—

How can something be propaganda when it's TRUE!?? IDK WHAT IT IS BUT IT DEFINITELY WORKED

You've encompassed this man so well, he absolutely would hate thinking about his past, at least when he became a knight. If he could he would 100% delete his memories from his knighthood, only keeping his childhood and the present

Also, yes, he absolutely couldn't not fish with a line and hook. I don't know why, but it fits him perfectly

Yes, you can and you ABSOLUTELY should! Thank you for the request, dear anon!!

I love this little knight

Fun facts about Rowan

- YEARNER™ - Loves writing and reading poetry - Has an extensive night and morning routine - Has a favourite bard and tears up every time she leaves - Loves summer - Hates thunderstorms, but loves rain - A fusion of Elliot & Harvey from Stardew Valley (romantic yearning of Elliot and anxiety of Harvey) - Late 30's, early 40's (I imagine it's the same for M/n, but y'all decide for yourself) - Misses his dear stallion (wants him back or at least a new horse) - Wants to grow out his hair since he doesn't have to fight (professionally at least) anymore - Likes light meals over hearty ones - Has an older sister and a younger sister - Has perfect posture (his titties are OUT) - Likes holding you. Not sexually or anything, just having a physical reminder that you are here - Has a band of squirrels that he's friends with - Horrible at every instrument

Modern Rowan

- Rowan (Hosier ver) - Jane Austin glazer - Would love "The Other Bennet Sister" - Writes fanfiction - Thrifts most of his clothes - Listens to the most obscure artists known to man (+ Hosier) and somehow they are all amazing, not only as artists but as people - Genuine "performative male" - Coffee snob but is healing - Likes not well known but deep movies - His balcony is a garden - A knight at summer medieval festivals - No one knows what his job is - Would unironically see The Balland Of Bilbo Baggins by Leonard Nimoy as one of his Top 10

Song that remind me of Rowan (either in vibe or meaning)

- The Boxer by Simon & Garfunkel - Folsom Prison Blues by Johnny Cash - Her Majesty–Takes 1-3 by The Beatles - Do I Wanna Know by Hozier (cover) - Made in Japan by Buck Owens - John Take Me With You by JW Francis

It's like the flood gates have been opened jesus...but thank you, dear anon!

great work btw, i love how soft the yans are! i love how wholesome (well as much as possible…) they are since this genre is more nsfw leaning, it’s nice to see variety. :3

Thank you for the request and compliment, dear anon! so glad to hear that people like my writing! I myself do love the idea of those two series's being connected

"What if the Family Album yanderes met the Love Bus High yanderes?"

WARNING: Masc!reader, usage of "little brother", cuss word (1) General/All: - They would be suspicious of the yanderes, some more than others. - They would be polite but distant. Fake smiles, side eyes, mocking comments disguised as compliments. - That would change only when the family finds out that the yanderes are just as obsessed with you as they are (in different ways, but no matter) - After that they would become friendlier. Not treating the yanderes like family just yet, but willing to hear them out - It would take time, effort and attention to get the family to see the yanderes as family, which the yanderes must achieve if they wish to marry you Specific (before good graces): -- Papa/Augustin - The friendliest of the family members. He's a softie and always wants to keep you happy so he'd be the most willing to hear them out. Still distant, but at least he's not glaring at the yanderes! His favourite is Stephen (He sees himself in the boy) -- Mama/Tammy - The one who gathers all of the information about the yanderes. Second friendliest, her smiles towards the yanderes might as well be knives laced with poison. Gathers every piece of dirt she can. Her favourite is Ruka (She likes how polite and calm they are) -- Wynn - The most hostile one. He's already barely home when you're in high school and now when he has come back, he finds you with a gaggle of admirers (not that he's surprised; you're his wonderful little brother after all, and you deserve it, but it doesn't make him any less angry). Openly mocks and tries to scare off the yanderes. His (reluctant) favourite is Ruka (The most normal-seeming of them all) -- Meave - Not as openly hostile as Wynn, she likes to make them uncomfortable. Seeing as she would be in college at this point, she wouldn't be as present but still shows up to check up on you. Her favourite is Mùchén. -- Ebony & Bowen - They know the yanderes the best out of the family so they at least know they won't try to hurt you. Still doesn't trust them. Their favourite is Ruka The yanderes: -- Stephen - He's normally gets on great with people's families, so he wasn't extremely nervous. That quickly changed. Called you after coming home to ask if your family hated him, crying the whole time -- Mùchén - he cried before and after the meeting. Before because he was just so nervous about meeting your family and because you were that serious about him that you wanted him to meet your family! Afterwards, however, he was fully convinced he had fucked it all up. He was never going to be able to marry you! He was DOOOMED!!!! (he put on his favourite music playlist and buried himself into your hoodie for comfort.) -- Marylin - She was perfect for them. Perfect smile, perfect hair, perfect personality. No flaws in sight!...So why didn't they like her!?? Very confused and hurt but is trying to hide it. She couldn't just break like that, not while your love was on the line! She just had to try harder. -- Ruka - While they do care about your parents' approval, it isn't the most important thing to them. As long as you liked them, they could deal with an angry family-in-law. They would still try to get on their good side, don't worry! (Had to split this into two parts sorry!)

This is the "updated rules" post I told you all about last month. As I said previously, it's nothing major just some touch ups to the rules

Let's get started

- All of the romantic characters are now going to be 18+ (but they can change for story purposes but then there will be no mention of anything sexual (even if it's normal to feel these types of things are certain ages))

- I'm going to be adding more sexual parts to the romantic yanderes. Like describing their fantasies or reactions to certain things (nothing explicit or extreme and I will be adding warnings for even "not that bad" stuff)

- This is not going to turn into some "18+ mdni (minors do not interact)" account since, firstly I know that does nothing and secondly - my content isn't going to change much, if at all

- I will not be writing explict smut because I am uncomfortable writing it (both because it feels awkward to and I do not know much about it)

He’s my favorite, and I think he he’s cute

Thank you for the request, dear anon! I feel like a broken record, but I'm still sorry this all takes so long. My motivation and energy is very sparse and is mainly focused on school and my art (which is for school too lol) so it will take quite longer for me to put out stuff until the summer holidays. I'll still try to at least make more siller content (like moodboards or art maybe) just fyi :) (he also thinks you're cute but don't tell him I told you) WARNING: Masc!reader, fluff, feels

Thank you for the request, dear anon!

WARNING: Masc!reader, light mention of isolation

- The family would have a hard time with your brooding nature at first, but would soon grow to accept it.

- They are a very emotionally open who shares almost everything, so you being more distant would throw them off greatly, espicially if it's development of teenagehood. Though they don't like it, they understand that it's just how you are. However, they would never stop trying to get you to open up.

- The cut fruit would be charished like it was the holy grail. (Their favourite fruits would be Augustin(dad) - dates, Tammy(mom) and Wynn(oldest brother) - plum, Meave (oldest sister) - pear, Ebony (oldest twin) - mango, Bowen(youngest twin) - pinenaple)

Testing

WARNING: Masc!reader, description of painful transformation (mild)

Ever since Benji had been turned into a werewolf, he's learned a lot about wolf/werewolf culture. Especially another social norms. Between friends, family and lovers (not that he cared much for lovers). He learned that wolf let themselves get gently biten by other wolves on their snouts to show their trust in the other. It seemed weird to Benji at first. They could always transform back by choice (well, he couldn't just yet but he's getting there!) so why not just turn back and say so?

Turns out, it was mainly tradition and werewolves who couldn't transform on will that kept the practice alive.

Anyway, it wasn't important why the tradition was alive. What was important, was the first time Benji decided to try out this tradition with his brother.

It was a full moon and the two brothers were patiently waiting for the younger one to transform. The process hurt. A lot. It felt like his bones were being crushed and molded back, like his skin was stretched impossibly big and forced to produce fur. It never got better or easier, he just grew to know what to expect.

Benji leaned against his brother, looking down at the floor of the shed-turned-comfort-area. The boy loved his brother. He was kind, strong, smart and caring and loving and better than any other brother. I mean, who would take in a brother they never knew existed, much less one who was a werewolf? His amazing brother, that's who!

As they sat in silence, the ivory-haired boy thought back on the lessons the local werewolf group had taught him (there were quite a few of those werewolf groups, much to the surprise of both Benji and his brother). Specifically, the biting tradition.

Benji looked up, staring at his brother for a long moment before gently chomping down on his arm.

The brother jumped, confusion and shock clear in his eyes.

"What the-" he whispered before speaking up louder, "Benji, what are doing? Are you transforming?"

The older brother started looking him over. However, the younger quickly stopped him.

"No, I'm not." He huffed, grabbing hold on the arm he had gently biten. "I'm checking to see if you trust me!"

"Trust you?"

"Yeah, trust me." Benji waited for an answer, very clearly waiting for one specific answer.

"I mean- yeah, of course I trust you," the brother answered, "but what does that have to do with you biting me?"

"It's how werewolves show trust. By letting the other bite them gently."

"Oh." The brother sat quietly for a moment before letting out a quick exhale of a laugh. "I love you, Benny, but please tell me about these things before you do them."

"Alright!" The boy smiled, cuddling back into his dear brother's hold. The wait for the inevitable transformation became much easier to bare. His brother trusted him, after all.

WARNING: Masc!reader

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Circe, hoping over to you: Kiss?

M/n, chuckling: No-

Circe, shifting closer, pupils growing wider: Wanna kiss?

M/n, smiling fondly: No, I don't wanna kiss

Circe, puffing up and sulking away to the edge of the bed: Bitch.

M/n, laughing his head off: Bitch-!?

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Circe, motioning to the nest he made: You. Me. Beautiful egg.

M/n: You? Me? Fat chance. (Walks away)

Circe, lighting up: I have a chance! And it's fat!!

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M/n, covered in stolen borrowed jewellery: These are so nice!

Circe, puffing up his chest feathers proudly: Thank you-!

M/n: Who did you steal it from.

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