— amelia is my name, legal name. 16 years old. from Algeria. Agender AFAB aroace fictionsexual. They / any. Hyper-sharing selfshipper, oc x canon shipper and multishipper
Here, this is a mainly xreader and OCs account, can post crossover OR ships i like, sometimes MAYYBE a selfship content
I also make oc x canon stuff for fun and don't mind it that much
Wattpad yandere forsaken x aika!reader fic (bc for some reason i can't get the link to my own account💔💔)
_my F/Os: BT!PLAYER (blocktales) AND ENA (both webseries and the dream bbq game), harken (die of death), , KAngel and ame-chan (NSO) , Melanie, folly, split, bive, prototype, poob, infected, mach (regretavator), panty (paswg) mizisua (alien stage), boksu, manon, rody, protag (SIG games), pizza guy (pizza game beta)
_Platonic F/Os (mostly familial or friendly): haru urara, rice shower (umamusume), brief, garterbelt, gunsmith and the demon sisters (paswg), c00lkidd (specifically forsaken ver), chess choco cookie (cookie run kingdom)
Would add more later
Usually chill with my doubles I don't really mind them ngl
WHAT FANDOMS I WRITE FOR:
_half of roblox's games/j (blocktales, regretavator, die of death, dandy's world ect...)
If I don't know the game then I'm not writing it sorry
_murder drones
_the amazing digital circus
_milgram project
_alien stage
_danganropa
_omori
And much, MUCH more gng
REQUESTS: CLOSED!
°masterlist:
Roblox
Murder drones
Omori
Myth of the machine au
Alien stage
TAGS:
#Dream4drift: every post made or reposted by me
#Drifter's stories: every post that contains a oneshot
#Dreamcore thoughts: every post that contains headcanons/thoughts
#Artsy post: every post that contains art
#Yappity yap yap: just thoughts Inside or outside of fandoms
#Drabbling dream: every post that contains thoughts and drabbles
#Super super BEAM!!— reposts: reposting already existing posts
#Dream4drift's masterlists: separate masterlists for series or drabbles
#Amelia's creations: any post containing oc related content
#Drifter speaking: replying to asks, not requests
#Dreammaker's opinions: opinions on potential dramas, warnings or announcements
#Drifter's beloveds: any post that has my selfships in it or reposts that has my f/os (low-key when i feel like reposting)
#Cutie dreams: any post or repost that has my oc x canon or oc x oc in it
#Not so correct quotes: incorrect quotes, any post that has incorrect quotes, can't promise you to be only x reader tho, incorrect quotes are not supposed to be requested. Just me doing it out of boredom or if i passed enough time without a req.
4_ post-stab azurewrath with his lil sibling! Reader once again
Genre:❤️🩹🌟🎉
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Genre:
WOULD DO:
+key words..
_ fluff =💌
_ angst but i sorta suck at it =🕊️
_ hurt/comfort =❤️🩹
_ just comfort =🪽
_ sorta suggestive =💓
_ yandere =🖤
_ obsessive, not yandere =🤍
_ slowburn? I also suck at it =💥
_ multiple characters =🥪
_ Already existing ship (unless I don't really like it) =🍁
_ mirrorship/selfcest =🪞
_ Poly relationship =💐
_ character based reader (EXAMPLE: KAngel!reader) =🪷
_ headcanons =🎭
_ platonic =🌟
_ romantic =💝
_ requested =🎉
WON'T DO:
+self explanatory and a somewhat dni list??..
_rape, if i for some reason wrote non-con/dub-con the maximum would be kissing, nothing else
_pedofilia
_incest
_ANYTHING related to pregnancy, I'm sorry everyone but I'm genuinely uncomfortable with the idea
_ sexism
_ romantacizing abuse, mental illness or self-harm
_ proships / darkships
_ homophobia and transphobia
_ hating on religions, NOT the toxic belivers but the religion in general, this also goes to hating on atheists
_ cheating. I HATE CHEATING TROPES.
_literally anything problematic in general I don't feel like remembering all of it if ur problematic Just get out💔💔
The most basic ahh DNI list EVER🙏
FEEL FREE TO INTERACT AND REQUEST!!
I won't bite, pinky promise guys trust me ^_^
_side notes:
1_ not doing nsfw reqs, i sometimes would imply it but it isn't explicit, maybe later but not now
2_ x children characters is STRICTLY platonic unless the reader is the same age as them, even though it would be fluff, agnst, or hurt/comfort, no more than that
3_ pretty please WRITE THE CONTEXT WHEN REQUESTING, it can be a small idea or a whole drabble idc, if u don't I'll count it as a headcanon request
4_ if the requests reached 5 requests i WILL close the reqs until i finish them, knowing myself I'd probably finish it under a week
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Hey Amelia, I have cooked up another Great Reader that is not based pn a character but rather inspired by SMC after he fused with the other beasts and wrecking other timelines like in the game.
However, for this reader, We will call them the Amalgation!
Like imagine in another timeline where the reader, no version or character based, just themselves in a normal way and just plain, envies others and wants to gain more power, and by doing so, founds a gem that can make them fused with any others with the cost of their sanity.
i imagine all the other readers fused with them boosts or buff or debuff them, with pros and cons and all that. and sharing turns in taking over in one body.
Imagine the horrors and suffering they all go through. luckily, they are just contained somewhere in their own universe and not gonna wreck others anymore.
You can imagine them like this in SMC's sprite and inspiration.
Also imagine the annoying switchups on each one reader they absorbed taking over and not following plans and the amount of lives they took.
Yeah, that's pretty scary but also pain and suffering! sucks to be them!
Bye'! *runs away*
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The angst and crack potential here is CRAAAAZYYY gng😭😭
Crack because of the switch ups and perhaps a few of the readers fighting for hosting to go and talk to loved ones, or said readers are fighting inside the amalgamation's conscious
Angst because 1: they lowk be destroying everyone and everything around them and 2: some of said readers are children so therefore a doey the doughman like situation accrues
Then timekeeper cookie!reader butts in and prevents it from happenin-
Or alternative scenario: other character based readers that still aren't drawn/haven't made an appearance yet pull up like an indie-cross series on YouTube with the help of tkc!reader
Note/Warning: This is mainly Player x Reader, but there's brief Griefer/Brad x Reader in the beginning and one-sided Shedletsky x Reader, low self-esteem Reader lowkey, a bit of lack of communication between Player and Reader but it got resolved, self harm (?), and some sort of odd attachment by Ice Dagger.
Timeline: After done defeating Bubonic Plant
Player just stays rooted in his stance, watching how you try your best to help the helpless father. They glance down at the Venomshank that's lying on the ground and carelessly take it and store it in her backpack, ignoring the voices that are rotting in their mind.
"Please, let me help you too Mayor... You know how to reverse the Venomshank poison right? I'll help you for that." You kneel beside the crying old man, trying your best to calm down the Mayor. He said that he know how to reverse the poison from Venomshank but don't know if there's still available for his own son, your heart breaking at the crying Mayor before glancing up at the Bubonic plant as you can still see the glimpse of Brad's bright green jacket. The vine weakly wraps on your hand.
The plant let out a sound, almost painful, and you force yourself to not blame yourself for not preventing this from happening. "Don't worry, we'll meet again, and that next time will be in different circumstances." You gently push off the weak vines and turn back to Mayor Thaniyel. "Mayor, I'll go ask K.W. for an antidote for the Venomshank. I'll make sure to get it for your son."
Thaniyel just nods, a small smile of gratitude appear on his worn face. "You're such a kind person; it's truly a blessing for us to meet you." Those words made you pursed your lips thin quietly; you don't consider to be a kind person, not that you would thought of... You just nod as you walk back to the player who just stands silently, waiting for you to come back to them.
"... We need to report back to Mr. Shedletsky, and then we take a break." You suggest that to those who just nod silently; you feel strained, and lack of communication with Player doesn't help it either. Those gurgled whines from the bubonic plant made you flinch, but you keep walking; Player doesn't address it.
The path turns into nature; you focus on your phone as you send K.W. an apology for disturbing his work and want to request some antidote of Venomshank for Mayor Thaniyel's son. Player keeps glancing at you at every hour. Now that you notice it, you look up and give a wavering smile. "I'm fine, just a bit shaken after all of that..." you assure them softly, and for a moment you hope for her to give sign language, but you get another mechanical nod again.
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You and Player arrived at the Roblox HQ to report about retrieving the Venomshank; both you and Player are feeling tired after all of the fighting in Turitopulis.
Both of you walk into the Roblox HQ basement; you find the admin is using a cane now—you are glad that Shedletsky is recovering pretty well. "Hello, Mr. Shedletsky, we're back from Turitopulis..." You greet the admin politely with an exhausted smile. Player stays silent, not moving his mouth or hand.
Shedletsky, who seems to be waiting, perks up at your voice; his eyes brighten significantly before he composes himself back. "Ah, welcome! How's it? Any trouble?" He asks, mainly to you. That attention immediately makes you uncomfortable with the sudden direction; you then watch Player show their frustration while talking in sign language to the admin.
"Ah, my apologies... Let's calm down first, Player." Shedletsky reluctantly diverted his attention to them, calming down the frustrated Player. "Ah, so it seems like Brad is also experiencing some kind of vision... Like the Blackrock King said." You nod at that statement, eager to know more of the reason behind it.
The admin noticed your reaction and held back his chuckling before he spoke again, "Then, I'll use some of my spare time to investigate the cause of all this." You sigh in relief that it wouldn't be made worse to anyone who tries to wield the SFOTH swords. The player seems to be unaffected, but you'll keep a close eye on them.
"Mr. Shedletsky, can we take a break after this? We're tired, and I doubt I can function after all of that..." You made a request to the admin, hoping your wish came true. It's true that you're exhausted and doubt your stamina will be working if you keep pushing yourself. Shedletsky perks up once again as the small wings behind his ears flutter with giddiness. "Of course! I'll book one room for you two at the nearest hotel!"
"Thank you so much, Mr. Shedletsky! I am grateful for that, but please don't make the room too luxurious; we just want a rest for a day or two before going back. "You bow down in gratitude but are immediately pulled into a hug; you freeze as the admin rambles while still holding you against his body.
'How cute of you, how you get such barely an affection and didn't even know how to reciprocate it...' Shedletsky thought to himself as he watched you struggling to comprehend what's happening before just letting him hold you; he's a bit disappointed, but it's progress. He then lets you go and pats your shoulder. "Well then! Go rest and go back here whenever you two are ready, alright? Alright!"
You're a bit disoriented but slowly compose yourself and give the admin a small yet awkward smile. "Yeah, we'll be back here when we're ready..." you murmur before following Player who's already walking out from the building. You wish that Player would pull you out from that awkward situation, but you brush it off quickly. 'Don't think like that; don't act immature now, [Name].'
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The hotel is luckily a regular one with a twin bed; last time you both were given a luxurious one and got overwhelmed in a flash.
You crash into the bed after the player claims their own, your bag carefully placed beside your bed. You turn your face to the side and see Player hastily walking into the bedroom; you get up slowly, your body still sore after all of the straining movement. You look into your messenger bag and pull out the Ice Dagger.
"... Hey, can you really talk or just on occasion?" You murmur to the cold dagger; you tilt the dagger as it flashes your face on the blade before it flickers to the familiar face. "Oh, didn't think you would talk to me willingly. What is it now, dear?" Those words feel mocking to you. "Why... Have you chosen me? I'm not... that strong or quick-minded; there are plenty of people that would be the perfect one..."
Those questions ring oddly loud for you as you keep staring at the dagger. Ice was silent for a moment before they chuckled, yet those voices seem to soften. "Ah, my dear, don't be low-spirited now. I chose you for a reason, and that reason will be answered in the future~" They cooed to you, and your breath hitched, how odd for a sentient dagger talk to you like that... You shook it off and put the dagger carefully next to her messenger bag.
'What...? Why me?? What reason? Why does it need to be kept silent!? I... I need to calm down; this is getting ridiculous.' You calm down your breathing, and you grip your chest tightly and slowly and forcefully, calming your heart down. The Ice Dagger was an odd sentient sword; his act looks and sounds eerie, too cheerful yet hollow of emotion.
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You're scared...
One, the Blackrock king stabs you directly in your chest and one inch away from your heart; your ribcage is almost shattered and fractured heavily. You still remembered how you trembled violently as the king clung onto you and yelled for a healer; you searched for Player that just standing a bit far away with a shocked and stunned face, it's the last thing you see before black out.
Two, the sword—or rather a dagger—is talking to you in your mind. You thought you already lost your mind after the near-death situation, just to get surprised by a silhouette of a person hovering above you. You were afraid that you couldn't join Player's journey and would be tossed into a mental hospital; Ice was just laughing at your pathetic self before calming down a bit.
They introduce themselves as Ice Dagger, the one that's the dagger itself. They said that they chose you to be his vessel so you and Ice are in one body. You were distraught, but Ice assures you that nothing bad will happen when you have her at your side.
Safe to say, you're afraid and almost sobbing hard from fear and distress. Ice doesn't expect you to act like that and slowly tone himself down, act more formal and calmer side, and don't do mischievous things that can rust your trust in her. If Ice wants to feel full power, they need most of your trust and willingness to contact them.
You then notice it's been 2 hours and Player doesn't come out from the bathroom; you start to get worried now. You get up from the bed despite the weariness settled deep in your bones, and you slowly walk up to the bathroom.
Your hand knocks on the door. "Player? Are you alright in there? It's been 2 hours now..." you ask in a hushed tone, not wanting to startle Player from whatever they're doing inside the bathroom. You didn't get any answer or sound; it started to get concerning for you.
You then try the knob, and it wasn't locked surprisingly. "I'll come in, Player," you announce softly before pushing the door open. You freeze at the sight of blood on the marble floors and the smear on the sink. The amount is concerning as you see the player gripping behind their ear and other wounds on their arm; you slowly approach them like a wounded animal.
"Hey... What happened?" you ask them, who just stay silent, and you notice their breathing is laboured. You take a small towel on the sink and clean up the blood and some smears; you walk out of the bathroom for a moment.
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Player just stay at the corner of the bathroom, their backs pressed against the cold bathtub. They just ripped out the small wings behind their ears; he hates those wings. He despises how those wings are always associated with the admin that repeatedly tortures him with the time loop.
They're in disbelief that they were able to get a rest for the first time after you requested it from the admin; he didn't expect that fucking admin to soften to you. Venomshank's words keep repeating in her head: how useless they are, how they're clinging on you just to feel normal, how they're fucking pathetic to cry like a failure as they've always been—
Their head snaps up when they hear the door unlocked; he remembers that he locked the door... This hotel door fucking sucks. They watch how you approach them with concern, the same one as how you look at anyone. You didn't look at him with pity or revulsion; you looked with care that feel gentle and grounding.
They didn't even realize their dull and grown nails were digging into their skin so hard that it bruised and wounded their arms; her eye watches you clean up the blood before walking out of the bathroom. Player assumed that you would just act like nothing happened but perk up again when you walk back into the bathroom while bringing gauze and other things.
"Hey, we need to clean the cuts first. Would you allow me? Or do you want to wait for a minute to process everything first?" You softly speak to them, giving Player a place to choose if they want you to touch them or not. You didn't want to pressure them to do anything while they're in a distress situation like this. Player is silent for a moment before they shake their head.
You didn't sigh in disappointment or frustration; you learned to take one step at a time. Jerry said that to you. You then put the items between you and them as you give some space for Player; the silence doesn't feel suffocating as you and Player would have thought.
You stare at the dull-colored ceiling; the corner shows peeling paint. Something mundane that you would find in every hotel room... "Well, you know. I was scared too, about this journey if I'm being honest, Player..." You admit to them, who snap their head to you, confused about why the sudden confession. "At first, I was ecstatic that I'm able to have a journey with someone for the first time."
"And then, I start to see how you defended me as a journey partner, not just a burden. I improved to fit to be your side, I... Really wish to understand you." Your words came out sincere and almost raw. How you look up at their bravery, his confidence, and her capability to speak up when in need.
Player is stunned at your confession and realize why you're really eager to prove yourself to them and how you get a bit try-hard to help her in a fight and even in a puzzle. That oddly warms his heart in a way...
They thought you're one that Shedletsky sent to make his route burdensome; she's not blind with how much favor you get after the first Sword from SFOTH, achieved from Blackrock King. He envies how you get the easy way, but it seems like his envy darkens his view of your feelings too.
"But that's not my job to vent to you, I'm here in wish to help you. I hope I'm able to help you even though you seen to hate me..." You quickly clarify it to them and whisper to yourself in the end, not wanting to worry anyone with your problem, that's the least you want right now. You glance at the start to dried cuts. "Hey, I suggest cleaning the cuts. Do you want to clean it by yourself or do you want me to help you clean it up?"
Player looks at his scarred and wounded arms before offering them to you. You are surprised that they allow you to clean them but immediately jump into action. You carefully clean the cuts; the dried blood washes off with a gentle rub. You also make sure the water is not too cold for them. The atmosphere is calming for both of you, enjoying each other's company for the first time without feeling awkward or just one-sided.
Player just watches you clean their cuts, applying the sterile saline to the cuts before applying the gauze. You wrap it tight but still make sure their arms are still able to breathe. They can't lie; the wrap is pretty neat. You lift your both hand to their head, pausing the gesture for their permission. A nod is enough as your hand hover behind her ear.
The wound wasn't severe but you realize that the wound wasn't inflicted by scratching or blunt object, it's a wings base on their head. Your wings momentarily flutter in concern as you focus on healing him first, knit back the wound and leave a faint scar. You want to say something, anything but your lips zipped shut, for your own good.
"Thank you..." You jumped at the hushed and almost inaudible voice from Player, and here you thought he was really mute at the start. "Oh jeez, you scared me there..." You muttered under your breath, and Player snickers at your jumpy self. They can talk, but it made their throat sore pretty fast and made them cough like crazy. They didn't know why that happened, it start to get bad in every loop she gone through.
"Sorry, didn't think it would startle you that much." Player changes into sign language before they pause to see your reaction; she never uses it with you and afraid that you won't be able to understand them. You shake your head. "Don't worry about it; I can understand sign language, so don't worry about it!"
Player nods at that, their lips curving into a smile for the first time. You were delighted as a soft blush coated your face. "You have a good smile!" You cover your mouth immediately in embarrassment and yelp out an apology for the sudden words.
'How cute...' Player thought to themselves as they watch you walk out from the bathroom to give her some space; they look at the mirror and see the green accent silhouette beside them. Their lips tug into a frown again. 'What do you want?' Their words a sharp and unapologetic tone in their own mind.
A sharp cackle rips into their mind, "Don't you see that, Player? So trusting... So naive... A little trick would be funny, watching their confusion and fear would be entertaining!~" Their voice is like poison in their mind, rotting and embedded into the core of someone's soul until it's dead. 'No... They're my companion. Besides, Ice Dagger would hate that you try to kill them.'
Player is aware that the dagger that you wield has some sort of connection; they see how the dagger will continuously heal both you and Player whenever you hold it without break. The silhouette hums at that before disappearing into thin air, leaving Player alone in silence.
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Player found themselves not asleep in their bed; he looked to the side and found you already passed out cold with your face smothered by the pillow. Their minds wander for a moment before deciding to get up; the wound behind her ear is already healed thanks to your healing.
They're surprised that you didn't get nosy with his privacy yet; curiosity would lead into that. She's ready and bracing herself from the question after question you would like to ask like to Terry or even the Blackrock King. They see your chattier side occasionally but seem hesitant when you want to talk with them, maybe because they keep pushing you away?
Their eyes drift down to the dagger that lies against your messenger bag. He narrows his gaze; he remembers how you sometimes say something out of the ordinary when in a fight. Like:
"Oh, it's been a while I've been fighting something like this..."
"Let me heal you; it would be hard if we were both injured like this."
"Fucking moron..."
"I'll rip your spine out and beat you to death with it!!"
^ [Context: Your health almost reach zero.]
Your voice sounds... clinical, too calm, and lacking emotion except when the damage too severe then you start to get angry. As if someone speaks from your mouth and doesn't give a damn to pretend as you, it feels different from what you are, full of emotion and rarely get riled up.
They sigh and slowly get up from the bed, their feet touching the cold wooden floor before dragging them to your bedside. They were hesitant at first but finally gave in and shook your shoulder; you groan before looking up at Player, who's now standing beside your bed.
"Yeah? Is there something wrong? Did Mr. Shedletsky call us in the middle of the night again?" You muttered sleepily, and Player paused for a moment before he shook his head. "Can we sleep together? Just only this time..." She whispers to you quietly, not wanting to sore his throat entirely.
You took a moment to process their words first before you opened your arms under the blanket, "Come here before I pass out again..." Player doesn't waste any second and slips under the blanket, feeling their head press against your chest lightly. For a moment, Player can feel the silence no longer feels oppressive, a sense of normalcy that they would crave every day if possible.
The steady heartbeat was more audible than they thought, a rhythm that he would often find odd but slowly lean into your chest to hear more of it. Their arms wrapped on your torso lightly before freezing when you moved slightly and put your leg above his hips, feeling you start to curl into fetal position while still holding her close to you.
Your consistent breathing brushes into their hair; such a sensation brings an odd comfort for Player. 'Maybe... I am touch-starved, and I haven't found the right person... Maybe you could change that, [Name].' Player will figure it out as time goes by; they can feel their eyes begin to get heavy. Before they realize it, they fall asleep soundly in each other's embrace.
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Venomshank just watches the scene with an unamused face; he then looks to the side and finds Ice Dagger chilling while humming an off-key tune. "So, why did you choose this weak halfling as your vessel?" She gives a snarky question to Ice; the one being questioned just smiles. "Oh, don't underestimate who I've chosen now, Venom. You don't see how much they're being favored by our creator?"
"I fucking see that! Your reason doesn't match your trait to even choose this halfling!! Do you even know that they bring bad luck to us?!" Venom snaps back at Ice, who just looks amused at the sudden outburst; it's rare that mischievous Venom gets this riled up. "Just you see when being wielded by them, you'll feel the tasty power coursing in your body." Ice admits to Venom, who just looks at her like he just said something absurd.
"Did your guardian chip you that badly to make you act like this?" Venom backed away slightly, feeling outright ridiculous at Ice's behavior. That ticks Ice off a bit. "We can't get chipped or break Venom; they just feel... right. Like when we are still in our creator's grasp, like an angel..." Their voices slowly die down. Ice really didn't know what compelled her to make you to be their vessel.
Was it the warmth when feeling your core at the time you got stabbed in the chest with the Ice Dagger? Was it an attachment of your feelings? Or was it familiarity that they craved deeply? It feels wrong yet also right at the same time. She hears you hesitant to congratulate his effort to help you and Player; that's irritating, but slowly get a bit addictive as they hear you get more confident with your words to flatter and praise her contribution.
It feels confusing for them to feel like this; he doesn't like the feeling, yet her mind keeps begging for more of it. 'Fucking hell, what did you do to me, [Name]?' He sighs harshly and watches Venom wandering off, maybe others would see their vision too of why she chose you as the vessel...
Venom wasn't that worried seeing Ice going quiet, as he's the quietest among others, but they can't help but be curious. Ever since you wielded the Ice Dagger, the sentient dagger started to get odd and get more willing and easy with you. That's one thing that every Swords doesn't willingly give: their compliance, especially to some mere wielder.
Maybe the next time they're being wielded by you, they'll test your endurance and probably try to corrupt your soul with poison too. It's not rare for Venomshank to corrupt and poison their guardian when they get bored or by pure malice. The SFOTH Swords are never kind towards mortals except for the tolerance to their guardian.
They remembered how Ice Dagger purposefully used more power than necessary and made the effect impact the Blackrock king heavily; ice immediately sprouts from his body as voices that Ice made start to haunt the king's mind. Ice doesn't talk the rest of the story, oddly enough.
'Such an odd halfling you are. Already got Ice wrapped around your little finger... I wonder what made you so special for her to act like that?~'
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₊˚⊹♡ 𝙎𝙔𝙉𝙊𝙋𝙎𝙄𝙎 : Ah...ToonTown, a place filled with wonders and ink. Lots of ink. Not to mention, it's a "fun" town filled with wacky characters and toons who seem to have "eccentric" personalities? They're great and all but why are you attracting this attention of these strange characters when you're just a bakery owner who's just trying to make a living...?
₊˚⊹♡ 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙽𝚃 : 4.9k words.
₊˚⊹♡ 𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶 — mention of death, scare tactics and minor dive into implications of depression.
⋆.𐙚 ̊— MOTM!MODERN x FemaleBaker!Reader
₊˚⊹ ᰔ MINNIE'S POV.
When did our lives fell apart.....?
Was it the time my songs started getting noticed?
Was it after Ortensia's death?
Was it because we became too busy?
...Where did we go wrong, Mickey?
"Minnie!" I flinched as my head snapped up to meet the eyes of Daisy Duck. Once every couple of weeks, we meet with each other at the park to make conversations. She was one of my best friends along with Ortensia and we ranted and made conversations about different girl things.
However, ever since her passing, I felt as if there was a line between us somehow....
Yet, we still kept meeting up. She decided to call me yesterday and asked if we could meet up early this morning this time as she had something coming up later yet didn't want to miss our meet-up.
I tried to tell her that we could do a raincheck but she insisted on it so here I am.
Sitting on the park bench with Daisy who was supposedly ranting about her arguments with Donald.
"You're doing that thing again." The female duck toon remarks, placing a hand on my shoulder.
"...Oh?" Was all I can mutter as I stared out at the lake.
"You have that look in your eye." Daisy sighs and seemingly gazes at me wearily. "It's been 5 years, Minnie, I'm getting worried."
"Especially, after...." She trailed off and I could see the look of fear in her eyes and I immediately knew that she was talking about.
The time where I told her I needed a break from singing. She was so scared when she found me in my dressing room....
"If you want to, you could always return you know." She says quietly. There was no hiding from her.
"...I wish I could." I murmured, my voice drifting off. Somewhere distant, I can still remember the applause, the lights, and the cheers.
Mickey.
But, now they were only memories.
"But, I can't." I finished. I wasn't someone who could sing well anymore without fear. It was easier said than done. Each time I thought about singing, my voice felt like it was going to croak from remembering a life where we all used to be happy.
A time where he and I were happy.
"...If only she was here...." Daisy murmurs, staring off into the distance, saddened.
The atmosphere turned dull as we sat together and share a similar pain.
"Here, keep the rest of the pomegranates, I still have a lot back at the house." Daisy hands out a bag of pomegranates to me when we were about to leave. She said that she needed to go see Donald about a few things. "Feel free to make these into a snack of some sort."
I blinked in confusion as I looked at the pomegranates.
"I suppose I should eat them soon." I murmured as I walk through the quiet town street. I pulled myself together, I didn't want the fruits to go to waste I thought to myself as I peered into the bag once again.
"Now, what should I....." In what felt like a second, I bumped into someone and fell, bracing myself for the ground when I felt someone grab onto me.
"Are you alright?!" I open my eyes to see an unfamiliar toon who seemed to have a knack of carrying many bags whilst holding on to me.
"... I'm alright." I slowly answered as she brought me back up on my feet, however in that moment, I realized I wasn't holding onto the bag and looked down to find the pomegranates on the ground with the plastic bag torn apart.
"Oh dear, can't say the same for the pomegranates though...."
"I'm so sorry Miss! I'm usually not this clumsy." She bowed in apology and I was about to wave it off but paused.
'Does she not recognize me....?'
"To make it up to you, I have a spare tote bag at the bakery up ahead, however that means you'll have to come with me."
'I should apologize as well....' I thought to myself, giggling, softly. 'I wasn't watching where I was going....'
"I am at fault here too you know, however I'll take your offer since I have no idea how else I'm carrying these home." I gave a practiced smile.
"Then, I'll put these in my bags for now."
"Allow me to give you a hand." I bent down to also help pick them up.
"Ah right, thank you err..."
I held my tongue for a second almost saying my previous name.
"...I go by Minnie."
When I got back home, I immediately placed the bag of pomegranates on the coffee table, and sat back on the sofa letting out an exhale as looked up at the ceiling.
"Perhaps, I would have been better off as an actress instead of a singer." I chuckled humorlessly.
"I'll be taking that as a challenge, Miss Minnie."
I pressed a hand against my lips.
'Why did that make me smile....'
"Has it been that long since I became a hermit...." I muttered.
The hot cocoa.
I remembered it being warm and comforting, so much so that I almost felt like I was about to cry. It felt like a soft shawl wrapping around my cold hands, shielding me from a chill I hadn't even realized I was carrying. A hint of cinnamon she says, was that all there was to it?
Somehow, I feel like it wasn't.
"You know, you're a strange one, dearest Baker."
"Oh, I believe some people have told me the same. Perhaps, that's part of my charm?"
"She was so bubbly," I murmured as I leaned back on the sofa. The memory lingered in my mind, the easy laughter, and the animated gestures. The quiet apartment felt empty and lacked in comparison.
Perhaps it was a persona, perhaps it was not but she reminded me of someone that I used to be.
And when we danced, it reminded me of the happy times with Mickey, how he used to pull me into the living room after he got home, wearing a tired but relieved smile after his long day and hummed together as we spun around in laughter. He would drop his jingling keys onto the counter without looking, mumbling a complaint about work, then reach for my hands while switching on the record player.
So why didn't the memory ache as it usually did?
...It was strange.
"...You have a lovely voice."
She commented as if she knew what she was talking about. Making small giggles as we swayed together with the music in the background, one hand on my waist whilst holding my own. I was reluctant having to dance with her since two of the same sex? Uncommon.
....But, I had fun.
"Oh dear, seems we have to put a pause on that, dear friend, or your meal is charcoal." You let go of her at the sound of a kitchen timer as you went back to work.
"A dear friend, hm....." I murmured under my breath as I looked at my hand, the words slipping out almost absentmindedly. At the corner of my eye, I saw her tote bag she gave to me for my spilt pomegranates.
A design that not many would touch.
Brightly covered cupcakes.
"I've always felt happy watching my customers have a better day after eating what I bake. It gives me a sense of purpose. So if I can make their day just a little better, I spend time putting together recipes to keep the smile on my customers' faces."
In a way, I was envious of her.
"....But what if those recipes end badly?"
"Then, I return to try again. I've ruined batches before, and been afraid my recipes would never work. But, I'd rather try than wait to be fearless..."
"...What a fool." I mumbled, unaware of the corners of my lips lifting against my will.
₊˚⊹ ᰔ YOUR POV. — FRIDAY MORNING, AT THE MARKETPLACE.
"What lovely weather we're having...." You murmured. You were shielding your eyes using a sunhat from the warm morning sun. You got up early in the morning, made breakfast, fed the birds, took a shower, did some chores, and placed a notice at your bakery door.
The only thing left to do in your to-do list was groceries.
'I needed to buy some veggies also for dinner anyways....' You thought.
The extra $25 Sonic gave you as a tip for a mentally damaging quiche that made you happy and will most likely will come by for again?
Check.
I took a deep inhale before opening my eyes to the bustling marketplace. The sharp aroma mix of fruits, fish, spices, and the sizzling sound of grilled meat just hits right on your nostrils. A few colorful canopies hang around and stretch overhead in the area with vendors calling out prices with practiced enthusiasm and people bumping shoulders in the narrow aisles as they try to bargain.
A small chirp came from your side, making your eyes glance at your shoulder with a tiny smile. Today, Lemon was your companion, sitting on your shoulder. He was eager to accompany you as he wouldn't stop squawking and flying around you as you reached for the door at your apartment.
And you wonder why they call you the crazy bird lady.
"I swear you little shits are getting too spoiled....." You murmured as you start walking around. "Unbelievable."
Lemon chirped again and it felt like he was being smug causing you to get a tiny bit irked.
'Be thankful you're not big enough to roast.' You thought but kept it to yourself. You're already known as the bird lady at the apartment complex and you don't need it spreading out more in the open if you keep one-sidedly arguing with a bird that can't even talk.
"Strawberries! Get your strawberries! 35¢ per pint! Fresh and delicious!"
You look to the source, finding a stall in one of the aisles with wooden baskets filled to the brim with strawberries as the fruit vendor names their prices.
"I recall using the last of them on Monday for strawberry shortcakes..." You murmured as you took a step towards the stall. "I should restock on some bananas, mangoes...."
You began your shopping spree, unaware that somewhere else, your customers from yesterday were reminiscing about your beloved pastries only to find out your shop is closed.
₊˚⊹ ᰔ SONIC'S POV.
"WHAT, THEY'RE CLOSED?!!"
You can practically hear the birds cawing and flapping their wings away from the trees just from Amy's shrilling shriek. Not that I didn't understand her agony. We sent Knuckles and Tails this morning over to CozyBean's bakery to grab some snacks or well, early breakfast only for them to come back empty-handed.
"That's a shame..." I scratched my head as I watched Amy crash onto the floor. I wanted to order a couple of more of her quiche for a snack but it seems that changes some things.
"Well, that's nothing out of the ordinary." Rouge the Bat, Amy's friend was at her side trying to comfort her who was murmuring something incoherently about her beloved macarons. She was here with us for a visit while sneaking in some info from their side. "During this time, the owner tends to come up with new recipes to swap in their menu every week or restock on ingredients. They're independent so they're usually open 4 days a week."
"But, how do you know so much about this.." Amy tearfully pried her face from the floor to look at her friend who seems to be sweating.
"Er, well! I overheard one of their customers while I was there." She replied and twisted the topic.
Yeah, something tells me that wasn't true.
"I wanted another order of her apple pie...." Tails muttered as his robot arm tapped on his tablet, head down low.
"Her grape sponge cake was good..." Knuckles murmured.
"You're not the only one bud." I placed a hand on Tails' head and looked at the team before grinning. "Seems there's a change in the menu for today guys. Guess I'm having a chilidog..."
"Look at him acting cool as if he doesn't crave one of our dearest Baker's creations...." I hear Amy muttering, gazing at the floor.
"Seems I know who's on today's written report duty." I casually responded with a threat.
"You, cruel dictator!" Amy cried out. "And that's supposed to be your job!"
₊˚⊹ ᰔ YOUR POV.
Achoo!
You sneezed, pulling out a handkerchief to wipe your nose. Lemon looks at you, head tilted as if wondering if you were okay. It's not as if it was cold or chilly out so you wonder if it was simply dust.
"I'm fine Lemon, perhaps it's just some dust." You waved it off, as you placed back your hanky in your bag. "Which reminds me that I should grab some birdseed for you menaces..."
Your yellow bird chirped and flapped his wings startling you as he flew, leading you to a stall filled with seeds.
'This is the greed they talk about in the Bible...' You sighed as the bird landed on the vendor's head causing the guy to look up in bewilderment.
"You must be the bird's companion!" The vendor let out a booming laugh. He was a crow toon who seems to be in his early 50s and wore a pair of glasses.
"More so the other way around." I shake my head with a smile as I watch Lemon flutter around him chirping. "Seems he likes you."
"Birds of the same feather, what can I say?" The vendor says gruffly, his laugh drowning out the marketplace chatter for a brief moment. "An energetic friend you got here, missy."
"Been on my tail about food so it's not really a surprise..." You shrugged. "He has a brother and sister as well, Guacamole and Mango."
"Is that so?" The big crow grins as he fixes his glasses. "Well, the name is Sammy Seedsworth, the best man to see about seeds! Usually, it's for plants but seeing as we have a special guest here, I would be delighted to help you little friend."
The yellow bird chirps as he then lands on the vendor's shoulder.
'Look at him, sucking up to a supplier...' You stared pointedly at him.
"His name is Lemon." You answered with a sigh before smiling. "Sorry about him landing on your head as if you're a tree branch."
"No problem over here. He's a dear customer like the rest of ya!" He then looked at the bird. "So, which would you like today, my friend?"
Lemon chirps flying around the stall before landing on a sack filled with seeds. Sammy lets out a loud caw "Some pumpkin, is it? Good choice, my fellow bird! What do you say, Missy?"
Sammy turns his head to you and you shrug, before deciding to pull out your wallet. "I'll take a small sack of those then, Sammy. However, mind adding in another but a mix of sunflower and millet? I think my other two birds are fond of those."
The vendor grins, placing a hand on his waist while Lemon finally lands on your shoulder, most likely aware that you were about to leave soon.
"Understood, missy!" Sammy threw back his head and laughed through the sounds of caws. "You're a good owner, I tell you! I just feel it in my belly!"
You grinned affected by his infectious laughter. "Well, they do make my day more exciting."
"That I hope they do!" The crow vendor brightly smiles. He then glances at Lemon.
"Keep an eye on your companion, fellow friend! Keep her on your claws." He winks. "Remember the hand who feeds you!"
Lemon flaps his wings while squawking as if he understood his words.
'What a suck up.....'
"And just for that, my little bird of the same feather, I'll give you a 10% discount!"
'Never mind. I'll let you go. Lemon, I love you so much...'
"I hope to see you and your fellow friend soon, little missy!" The seed vendor waves you off from his stall.
"You will!" You called back, waving as well as you strolled off then looked to the yellow bird on your shoulders. "You know, Lemon, what do you say to a little treat for you and your little Winglings?"
The said bird chirps in response.
You then went to another fruit stall. With stars in your eyes, you gazed in awe as you could tell that they were as fresh as they can be as you took up one apple to examine.
"Perhaps, I should make myself some apple crumble...." You murmured placing a hand under your chin. "The peaches, look at their shine! Oh and the oranges! They smell lovely, think of what I can do with those! A chiffon cake for the menu...."
"Take your pick, dear."
You flinched as you looked up to see a woman in orange pigtails staring right at you.
"Oh dear, apologies, Miss! I must be distracting your business!" You bowed in apology.
The woman giggles. "It's fine dear. In fact, I've never seen anyone get this excited for fruits. I think you're the first."
"O-Oh, is that so?" You smiled sheepishly.
"Indeed, pleasure is mine, Miss Clementine." She introduced herself with a twirl and a giggle. "Take your pick, dear, grab as many as you like."
"I would love to, Miss." You sighed as you think about your shopping bag. It was big and you have quite the strength, not to brag. But you knew you wanted to order them in bulk and you still had to take a bus back which means you don't know if you can handle the stares and glares from the other passengers with the pile of boxes.
"But, the problem is I would love a huge box to bring back and it would be quite difficult for me." You explained, shaking your head. "I'll have to come back next week for the rest."
"Oh, that's quite the conundrum you have, dear." Miss Clementine places a finger on her chin and hummed before beaming. "Hm, if that's the case, why don't we deliver it to you?"
"You can do that?" Your eyes widened as you stare at the vendor.
She nodded with a smile. "We can indeed! My brother makes delivery by truck once and a while for me and a couple of the vendors if you'd like. You just have to pay a small fee."
"I would love that!" You responded in excitement, just thinking of the many experiments you can do with those fruits.
She takes out a piece of paper and pen and hands it to you. "Just write down an address here and we'll deliver it later."
You wrote down the address to your bakery immediately before handing it back to her before pointing out the fruits, and order them in bulk before pulling out your wallet and setting down payment.
You might've gone over budget but it was all for a good cause.
"So when can I expect—"
"HEY! GET BACK HERE!"
"Ah, shit."
In what felt like a second, you felt yourself spinning around like a toy top as a blur rushed past you, when you finally stopped, your eyes were spinning in opposite directions as your head was in a dizzy.
"Oh dear, are you alright?" Miss Clementine asked you worriedly.
You shake your head to get rid of the stars. "...I'm good, what about you, Lemon?"
"Lemon?" You look to your shoulder only to see it empty before your eyes zoom into a bright yellow object sticking on a guy's coat?
"LEMON!" You ran and chased after the bird.
"GET HIM!" A bunch of thug-looking guys then rushed past the stall.
Ms. Clementine pressed fingertips onto her lips as she watches these shenanigans all go down, as if it was just a normal day in the market.
"It'll be delivered by tomorrow if you want to know!" The fruit vendor calls out after you casually while you chase after Lemon to which you barely heard.
'Oh my Celestials, this guy is fast as fuck!' You thought as youbl dodge through crowds while holding bags and your hat.
"Hey, mind slowing down?! You got something of mine!"
You saw the toon look back before he turned his back in front of him and start to run faster.
"Stop!"
The guy takes a turn, running into an alleyway to which you followed unaware that a couple of guys that were chasing after him ran past you both.
As you walked through the narrow dark alleyway looking around trying to find the toon who took Lemon, intentionally or not, you were gonna sock him in the face when you first see him for taking your bird.
You were about to come out empty when you felt a hand pressed against your mouth startling you before pressing you against the wall with their body.
"Mmph!"
"Shush, if you don't wanna get caught with me." The voice quietly said above you.
"What does that—" You felt utterly horrified.
"What does that—" You felt utterly horrified until a finger was held in front of your mouth again.
"Shh!"
"Where'd he go?!" You heard voices and footsteps coming from afar during this silence. Most definitely coming from outside this alley.
"Find him!"
"Right, boss!"
Another set of footsteps were heard for a few minutes more before the sound of them slowly disappeared.
Once they are completely gone, the guy takes their finger off your lips as you finally get a look at the guy who took away your bird and immediately lift your leg to do a hard kick.
This only resulted in a whistle as the guy caught your kick.
"That's some move you got there..."
He wore a dark turtleneck and a brown coat paired with pants as if late morning sun wasn't torturing him at the slightest. You then blinked at the sight of his face made of porcelain and shape as a cup with a bent red straw sticking out of his head.
Which reminded you of a certain someone.
'He has quite the build...' You observed for a second before internally shaking your head. You shook your foot off his grasp. 'You're missing the plot here, girlie....'
'Something tells me I made a mistake.' Since he looks like he was built like a truck that will just run you over in a second and KO you. You immediately begin to sweat. 'If these are my survival instincts, remind me to never ever delude myself that I can join the ranks in the mafia....'
"Gotta say that's some fiery reflex you got over there toots!" The toon grins as he dusted himself down before shoving his hands into his pocket.
"Now, does that mean you're part of that stall?" He took a step closer, his grin getting darker as you mentally felt yourself shaking. "Whatever your answer is will say if you can leave here alive."
"..." You took a deep breath.
"Bitch, what."
You can hear crickets for what felt like a few minutes as those words slip out. And you felt like you just messed up and wanted to grab those words and shove them back into your throat.
"Huh?" The guy blinks.
There's no going back.
"I have no idea who you're talking about." You stepped forward and pointed a finger into his chest, glaring at him. "I went through that chase to get back Lemon, my yellow pet bird who got stuck to you during whatever you were doing!"
"I have no idea who you're talking about." You stepped forward and pointed a finger into his chest, glaring at him. "I went through that chase to get back Lemon, my yellow pet bird who got stuck to you during whatever you were doing! Why would I care about some thugs hanging around you? I just want my bird back."
"Lemon!" You instantly raised your hands to grab him only for him to raise him higher out of your reach.
"Ah, ah, ah." He smirked as he firmly held the yellow bird. "How can I be sure ya won't tell anybody what happened around here?"
'What do you mean? I remember nothing. I can enact amnesia if you'd like. Saw nothing. Hear nothing, nada.'
"I have no idea what you're talking about." You put on a poker face. "It's not like anyone will ever believe me."
"Right, but as much as I am a gambler, I ain't willing to risk that. Too much of a gap in-between." He replied casually. "Someone dear to me, would punch me in the face if I leave something behind."
You felt a chill ran up your spine.
"What do you say to a little bet?" You saw that gleam in his eyes making you sweat a little. "Either way, if it helps ya feel any better, you'd still leave this alley alive."
"What's the catch?"
"If you win, you're good to go and I'll trust your words you won't tell a soul."
"And if I lose, the little birdie over gets to my little hostage." He grins, wiggling poor Lemon, who was cawing with rebellion. "Unless, you both wanna be together forever."
'No fucking way, no one is killing the bird unless it's me on a fucking island playing naked and afraid and I have to resort to a small roasted bird to munch on.'
"What's your game?" You question.
He snaps his finger. "Glad ya came to, toots. Saw you buy a buncha cherries a while ago. And, I was sent here to buy some to make our drinks you see. So, I bet I can guess where they are between those veggies and fruits in that big bag of yours."
You sweated. 'But, how much did he watch...'
"I can see those thoughts of yers just tinkering." He remarks, raising a brow. "Wanna take that chance?"
"..." You exhaled and held out your hand. "It's a deal."
Instead of shaking on it however, he took your hand and placed a kiss on it as if it were a casual greeting making your eyes widened and almost felt an eye twitch with disgust.
"You'll need all the luck you can get, toots."
As he lets go of you, you wore a straight face as you rummage through your grocery bag and pulled out a bottle of alcohol and sprayed the back of your hand.
"Really treating me like a germ huh, toots?"
"I suggest we get on with the game." You said as a response, acting calm before putting down your grocery tote. "That is if you don't want to be found."
"Hmm..." He shrugged, before examining the four large bags inside. "If ya say so."
"I'll pick that one." He pointed to one bag filled with vegetables. "If it were a normal day, those should be in between those bags of fruits of yours, except you stopped at the stall selling cherries after buying vegetables. Not ta mention..."
"Birdie of yours has been staring at that bag in particular." He finishes, he looks at the bird sitting on his palm, who seems to be sweating at the said brown package.
"Lemon, you birdbrain...." You muttered under your breath as you bent down to pull open the bag to show him.
"Well, toots, seems like ya los—"
"You're wrong." You interrupted, as your expression slowly shifted into a practiced smile.
He blinked, clearly caught off guard, grin sliding off his face.
"That would have been correct..." You explained as you opened the bag to show him, which were only filled with carrots, potatoes, and cabbages.
"Except, they're in his stomach."
"...What." The porcelain toon deadpanned.
You showed the bottom of the bag where a small tear was, the size of a small ball to fit in.
"Figured he'd get to them by now, so decided to take the chance." You sighed in relief or was it frustration.
It was both.
And now you need to buy more again.
"Wait, but how..." He trails off as you put it back in the grocery bag as Lemon flies from him and lands back on your shoulder.
Cue him proudly spitting out a cherry pit.
"No clue either." You shrugged as you walked past him. "It's one of the Three Great Mysteries between my birds."
"You lose, Red." You tapped his porcelain face as a gesture of victory as he was still gobsmacked from the whole thing before leaving the alleyway.
A small gust of wind swept the alleyway as the porcelain toon stood there absolutely speechless before murmuring.
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Halohorn/graceless/Gabrianka is probably the only oc x oc ship that I'll make canon
At least in MOTM, even tho they still have some chemistry in the original show😭😭
Bianka x Gabrielle somewhat toxic yuri
Oh and MOTM! Gabrielle agrees forcefully to help out mysterious samurai in catching the b-bros, even tho she low-key targets the twins more, SPECIFICALLY bendy
Gabby would also be confused if she wants bia or wants her dead, perhaps both idk
The only Versions that are aware of every single version of the reader in the universe technically:
D3rlord3! Reader (has infinite knowledge, though supressed a lil due to a spell that doesn't give him a headache, just ask them if ever but it will be fuzzy for him)
TimeKeeper Cookie! Reader (is aware of every single Timeline and version out there, just doesn't say it to them and lets fate itself to meet the other versions waiting to be discovered. likes to be mysterious and keeps it to themselves. don't even try cuz the more you know, it will have consequences)
Bill Cipher! Reader (Do I even need to explain? just make sure to not strike a deal with them and just ask anyone but them. they scamming you)
The trio of unlimited knowledge
Except the dynamic is basically: bill!reader causes havoc, timekeeper!reader spoils what happens in a Speedrun then rewinds the time like nothing happened, and d3rlord3!reader having to watch these two like an unofficial guardian
Hello hello Dreamy, Long time no see. I see that requests are finally open! So I might as well request a special dish for u to write to serve me, Your Majesty!
Alien Stage x Yan! Scythe! Reader (from Phighting)
Oneshot or Headcanon would do, The alsnt cast can be any or you can do all if u want! Yandere themes and a little bit of angst for the cast except for reader cuz covering up trauma like a bandage.
where the reader is a most wanted in this universe and only kills the aliens with ease and not the humans cuz she feels bad for them.
a lot of the aliens and humans are confused on what she is truly, and even if she gets captured by their high tech, she would still escape anyways.
she tends to hire certain people in secret to upgrade her gears or scope and killing many of them for fun.
she isn't part of the rebellion aka where hyuna is but acknowledges them sometimes.
i like to imagine where she interupts the stage for fun and to give the singers a chance to escape. she is such a hard catch, where she ragebaits the aliens and kill them.
she lives alone and in the shadows, also dances alone since no one wants to.
she is not in the cult in this one btw.
i want to see how the cast feels about us the reader.
anyways bye and ty.
First of all, the rest of the req:
+ you said i can CHOOSE anyone, therefore it's decided:
Hyuna, mizi and till are the ones that this post is revolved around, the rest would be mentioned tho dw
As for the recommendations? While i think forsaken and blocktales are a good choice rn, idk if u do outside of roblox :P
Anywho back to track.
BETWEEN SURVIVAL AND OBSESSION
Hyuna, mizi and till x yandere! scythe!reader
WARNINGS: general yandere behavior, major alien stage spoilers, phighting spoilers?? ALSO short, ooc bc I'm not sure abt scythe's character, reader kinda got Isekai'ed?, death and blood mentioned bc let's be fr
Genre:🖤(🌟/💝)🎭🎉 (can be taken as both romantic or platonic, but leans more platonically)
°HYUNA:
_ oh she knows you, a great acquaintance! But not really friends on her side, so therefore you're acknowledged, congratulations
_ like everyone else, she's not really familiar with your kind or your "family", you do seem passionate when talking about them tho
_ y'all first meeting is definitely somewhere in the bar (?) she sang in all-in, don't ask questions
_ I don't know how you proved yourself to not be an alien, but I'm pretty sure her and the other two thought you were one at first
_ correction : the aliens did prove you aren't, I'd like to think they somehow found a little drop of your DNA (you choose tbh) and tried researching it, only to be met with a dead end
So now you're classified as one of its kind, MAN IDK
_ most likely helped out in kidnapping aliens and a few parts of the rebellion that involves violence, yah
_ so therefore, you were there in the last round of luka against till, somehow sneaking your way in, you know what happens then
_ unless..
_ back to 'fluff': super interested in your weapon, but she's really confused on how you spawn and de-spawn it very easily
_ you on the other hand learned a thing or two about human anatomy, which makes you realize that they're fragile than inphernals by default
_ hyuna most likely is aware of you stalking the rebellion members, specifically her and only knows the curiosity part about it
_ prosthetic limbs lovers buddies🙏🙏
°MIZI:
_ most likely seen her in the very first round of alien stage, watching everything that happened from start to finish
Including the death of her beloved
_ long story short the first time you two meet face to face is after she was rescued by the rebellion
_ while she did hear rumors about you, this is the first time she's seeing you in person, which rightfully freaked her out considering your appearance and where you possibly came from
_ the process of getting her to trust you, let alone consider you close is hard knowing what she just went through not only alien stage but her life as a pet as a whole, but you'll worm your way into her list eventually
_ both curious and cautious about you in general, as she heard you talking about some sort of "family"? You seem pretty loyal to them too, even tho they're not here with you
_ you like her new hairstyle, even tho she kinda had to cut it midway fighting other aliens
_ knowing what you're capable of, she's slightly calm and scared around you at the same time, if that makes sense💔
_ leading on to that final round, you found mizi after you sneaked your way in, she seemed pretty sad at the results
_ seeing her so destroyed, so sad over her friend "dying"... You're not exactly sure if you're saddened too or jealous, perhaps both
_ and the whole sabotage happened, as you managed to get out as fast as you went in, but it doesn't seem like she did
_ now after years of the incident she's hated, both by humans and aliens, but not by you! She's really confused as to why but all you do is give her confusing vague answers
You sometimes help her not get caught, she in turn can feel an eye staring down at her
°TILL:
_ probably the shortest out of them all, you've been made aware of him ever since the second round, where he kind of sang his own song and killed off both his opponent and the alien he was using as a guitar
_ as you did try to meet him in person multiple times you kind of failed, so therefore you stuck to watching from afar
_ he did feel your eye, and has heard about you before from newspapers his guardian
_ uhh for that scene where he was trashed for not singing my clematis imma replace ivan with you, consider it y'all's first meeting
_ till, while grateful but again, he's never encountered a creature like yourself, an entity not even aliens recognize
_ but y'all's proper meeting is AFTER the whole incident after he was saved by the rebellion
You noticed quite quickly that he refuses to speak and when he does he just ends up having a meltdown
_ somewhat understandable considering he not only killed someone, but saw ivan dies and got shot at the neck
You're pretty impressed how he managed to survive it
_ while not seeing you all the time in the rebellion, he somewhat appreciates your company and your interest in humans
Therefore he ends up learning a few about your species and "family"
_ probably the second most stable dynamic after hyuna, you keep an eye on him whenever he's out on a mission
Player use She/He/They | no specific gender/Genderfluid/agender
Reader use You/Your or They/Them | no specific gender/ Genderfluid/Agender
BT!Reader have a relative medium wing behind ear.
Heavily on of Looping!Player.
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[Name] wasn't really that popular other than being a host of the swords, different from Player, who's more popular to everyone as the hero, and you as the side piece. Player doesn't treat you any different until now, she accepts what you are despite the title.
After all, you're their first light after all of the loops they've been suffering and finally ended. You helped her without seeing any difference; they can see how eager of you to help him in any way; it made their heart flutter softly tenderly. It made them want to be with you; the new feeling made his body lighter because of you.
They can see your being as a halfling and being named "The False Angel" and that made everyone believe that every hafling like yours would bear such 'cruel' and 'deceitful' nature. But she knows... They know that it's not true; you're anything but cruel and deceitful.
He can still remember how panicked you were when she grabbed the Ghostwalker rashly, how caring you were when they were hurt, how... Your gentle touch that capable melt his heart and forget every pain they've been enduring...
But now, after collecting the swords. They get a bit agitated because he knows every pain he's been enduring came crashing down on them as she watched you being offered by Shedletsky to stay with him or stay with Player. She's very sure that you'll choose the first rather than the latter, but their minds stop at your hands clinging onto them. They were shocked that you would rather choose a broken soul like her rather than be taken under the wing of one powerful deity... Yes, he knows.
He knows that Shedletsky or rather Telamon pretend to be a mortal, they already seen him multiple time reveal himself as Telamon or Shedletsky to her directly.
Now they know you also see her as your light too, clinging onto each other until death do you two part. Their gaze lifts to see the bristled admin, eyes flashing gold in a moment. With that, he promised to himself to stay and never let go again, not in this timeline.
You, on the other hand, are glad that the admin forcefully agreed to let you stay with Player. She's your light that wouldn't flicker with doubt about your nature or rumors; with that, you offered everything you have to them. They're your hero after all. Shedletsky calls you over to his building again and offers you his feather, the gold and sharp tip of brown color mixed together well. You hesitantly accept it after a hard stare being given by the admin.
That feather allowed him to monitor you, a part of him that would never let go of his angel. He's deliberate when giving you a piece of his feather, he chose the prettiest one for the radiant Angel that once smile to him when he's pretending on the lowest.
Builderman is back to the building; he's grateful to be back and to Player too for saving him. Player wasn't that thrilled with how flat their face is that you need to check if she's still conscious or not; luckily, he responded to your call. Your call card is available to Player, and they intend to keep it that way; you didn't mind, as you're their helper after all.
Even though the swords deemed you as a host, Player is still able to use the swords' card and make the same abilities they always see in every loop, but it seems like the swords are a bit eager when you use them when attacking a foe. That tends to overwhelm your body and chip away quarter of your health instead your energy, making you mostly stay as support and attack when necessary since your health bar not that tough compare with Player.
You sometimes visit Griefer after the Venomshank incident; he surely is a bit different from when you first met him. He surprisingly can make a boquet of flowers and give them to you. Kyoko is also with you when you visit Turitopulis. Players tag along with you too, not wanting to lose sight of you; they still want you alive and not getting reckless, but she knows well that Swords are protective of you with how many times it's had saved you from danger.
One day, you're just sitting on a beach with Player and Griefer since he's stubborn enough to convince both you and Player to tag along, not like he wants to spend time with you too. You look to the side and catch Griefer looking at you before he jolts and turns away fast; you can just chuckle and ruffle his hair — or rather, his green leaves — and you can hear him grumbling under his breath but doesn't push your hand away.
Player looks to your side, finding you messing with the griefer again. They smile subtly and lean their heads against your shoulder; it's been a while since the three of them have gone out together, even though at first he was the ones who objected for Griefer to tag along. The player feels safe in your presence; you're her helper — the hero's helper.
You notice that Player leans into your shoulder, and you let him scoot closer to you. 'Oh damn, you really got both of them in your grasp, don't you~' Venomshank tease in your head as his translucent body hovers behind you; you just chuckles silently but Venom keeps bothering you which start to get annoying. Ice Dagger form morphs beside Venom and drag her away, Venom just laughing at something he just said like the funniest joke they ever said.
Out of all of them, you trust Ice Dagger the most since they're the first one you got and proved to be a trusted one. Not that you didn't trust others; they just get a bit too much for you, especially when you're their 'perfect' and 'good' host for them. Because of that, they tend to be... Overdone it with their capability, not something you need to overthink for now though.
Three of you just watch the sunset together in peace... A scream makes three of you jolt back into reality and quickly get up from the sands; you look around where the scream supposedly occurred and walk there quickly. You don't know what you expect to find, but there's a thief robbing a street person; you can feel your feet taking you to chase the thief.
Griefer and Player seem to catch on to what you want to do and run first; both of them have greater stamina than you. Both of them caught the thief as you slightly panted, wings quivering from exertion. "Shit... I never..." You try to get your breathing in control again; a mage that has greater energy than stamina—that's what you are.
Griefer, take control of holding the thief from running away again while Player checks up on you; their hands make some gesture—sign language. "Are you okay? Need assistance or a rest?" They're worried since you've never been this out of breath before; despite the low stamina, you just nod and give a shaky thumbs-up.
"I'm... I'm fine; probably need more exercise." You straighten up your body and see Griefer already gave back the purse to the stolen person; you can't help but smile at that, and Player chuckles silently at the sight too. The thief seems to reach something in his pocket, and you caught on to that; you quickly try to reach out to Griefer, but it seems like the thief aims it at you.
A loud shot ringing in your ear as pain shot up from your side, you can hear Griefer shout either to you or the thief. Player, on the other hand, froze before frantically try to reach out to grab you, but both of you seemed to fall into some portal, a broken portal.
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Player shot up from unconsciousness—feeling a headache immediately—as they held their head in her hand; he blinked rapidly as their vision cleared up and looked around. The surroundings are unfamiliar; he looks down to his side and finds you still unconscious, and the wound fortunately gets healed by the Ice Dagger.
Player reaches out to touch your face, finger under your nose, feeling the faint breathing. They sigh in relief but freeze when she feel something move behind him. They look behind and see a tail—a red tail. He furrowed their eyebrows at that and touched under her hat, feeling a small horn protrude from their head.
'Why do I have a horn? I thought... Did hatred come back again?' They thought to themselves before snapping out when he heard you groan in pain; you slowly get up from the concrete floor. "Damn, never thought I would get shot like that. At least bring me to dinner first." You mumble to yourself as you look around and find Player staring hard at you.
"Um, Hero? Are you alright there? Or did that face planted make my face unrecognizable?" You scratch your cheek in confusion with a hint of joke at Player's sudden silence—you know he wasn't mute but preferred to use sign language, but this is a different type of silence. He then takes off his hat and puts it on you instead; you were utterly confused at that.
"Hero—" Your words cut off when they push you behind them and pull out her sword; you look over his shoulder and find... A person? With dual-color horns, your wings flutter subconsciously. Both Player and the new person just stare at each other before Player pulls a move, swinging it to the person — which startled you, but both of you are surprised when the sword does a little damage only and just leave a small scratch on the skin.
"Wha!? First of all, don't attack people like that, Hero!!" You sputter out and pull back Player from that confused and startled person; you didn't expect Player to attack without any bit of provocation. Player looks at you before signing something to you, and that something made you gasp in mock surprise and anger, "Don't give me attitude after all of that!"
While you two are bickering, the horned person is stunned since what he hears is not the language he can understand—too ancient—and you two have such mutations like hair? What he notices more is that both have weird tint on skin color and one has... Are those wings? He doesn't want to get himself in elbow-deep trouble and turn around and run away.
You notice that the horned person is gone by now; your voice slowly died down, and Player also did the same because he has a headache after arguing with you. You then notice that all people when you look around have horns; you touch your head and find none. The player notices your movement but doesn't say anything—what can she even say? He doesn't even know where they are right now.
"Hm... Their language is... different. I can't recognize it anywhere." You pull Player with you as you two walk out from the alley; everyone looks entirely different, which made you two like a sore thumb. Player looks around too, taking note that it would be valuable for them to get back.
You pull out your mage book from your messenger bag, flipping through pages after pages, and find a translation spell. "Let's... find a place so I can do this spell; we can't walk around and speak like a crazy person." You glance at Player who's staring at the gears shop; you assume they're eyeing the swords display.
"Let's find out this world currency first; then we can go to shop, Hero." You tug his hand with an exasperated smile, and she looks back to you with a slow nod; both of you found a bench to sit for a moment. You then started to do the spell with, fortunately, more than enough energy inside you; it was made into a necklace and Player was made to wear it first.
"Start speaking; I need to make sure." You urge them before you realize something. "Shit, I mean, sign something for me. It also affects your sign language too, so don't worry." Player can't help but snicker at your forgetful charm; they then start to sign something to you, and you confirm that you can't decipher what she's saying to you.
"Well, that means it works?" You're not sure, and Player just shrugs; you just sigh and make one for yourself. It's like matching necklaces now that you realize it. "Hey, we're matching now. Not that we did it often, though." You sweat drop as you remember how persistent you were in the past to match each other but end up not doing it until now.
Player was silent for a moment before he smiled and nodded; the necklace itself is more of a gemstone [ Lua gemstone, it's not like you and Player know it yet, The Swords are aware of it ] mainly with a thin silver chain. You then remember something and pull up your clothes slightly, finding the gun wound is mostly healed but the blue tint still lingers on your skin. Player momentarily frowns at the sight, their hands clenching tightly at the memory.
"One thing I didn't expect from the thief was that he would pull up the gun and shoot me instead; random aim, I must say." You sigh and pull down your clothes, straightening them from more wrinkles. "I hope Brad doesn't blame himself too much now..." You murmur and lean against the bench. Player notices your change of feeling, and his tail wraps on your ankle loosely.
You notice it but don't say anything; you don't want to break the comfortable silence between each other. "... One thing I'm curious about now, can we exchange gold for their currency?" Your wings flap noticeably at that thought before looking at Player, who is already looking at you with a smile. He purposefully didn't say about the currency being used when he take a look at the price display, they want you to talk more with her even just a bit.
"Well, should we search or ask? We look... odd compare with others; they seem to have horns, and some even have animal features. We also have hair, which is a... major one since they seem hairless by far in my observation except the ones that have animal features—" Your words caught in your throat when a face inches close to your face; you jump in surprise at that. Illumina hums, which seems like confirmation; their translucent body is more solid, which is surprising for you.
Player seems to see Illumina too. Illumina smiles lightly before speak again, "It seems like... The Swords presence here are stronger than ever; Illumina's body is even more solid and manages to scare The Swords dear host." You are just holding your chest in an attempt to calm yourself down; Illumina tends to speak in the third person—they pick up from Telamon, who often speaks in the third person.
"Summon Illumina, dear host, please?" Illumina requests that of you, a curiosity that is almost palpable. You pray that this sword won't do anything hazard or dangerous. You touch your abdomen, a small glow appears under your palm before a hilt of a sword appears; you grab it and pull it out from your body. Illumina seems giddy as they don't float anymore, their feet solid on the ground, and walks closer to you.
You cough a bit; summoning a sword can be a bit extreme, but you can manage it; it still makes you disoriented and a bit unwell. Illumina hugs you unexpectedly, their wings wrap around you, "Finally, Illumina is able to hug The Swords dearest host. Such warmth is a delicate thing to have, especially from [Name]." They purr as their height towers you easily.
"Oh... You're welcome?" You try to look up but fail since Illumina keeps your head under their chin. Player, on the other hand, froze at the sight of Illumina; they always thought you had already gone crazy when you said the swords talked to you like sentient things. She got proven wrong once again.
To Be Continue...
Part 2.
Note: You guys can ask anything about the Swords or Player, or even about [Name]. You can request short scenario. Also, I'm new in Phighting fandom, I'm bad at characterized characters and I'm mostly use the website/wiki here, I get easily bored when playing the game, especially when it's more of fighting game (。•́︿•̀。).
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Sorry to bug ya! Just revamping my motm oc, anyway- Does Gardenview allow guests to come in, or are they shut out from the public?
Like hypothetically, could they accept a bakery delivery?
(my oc runs a bakery called "Dolled Up.")
OOOH CUTE!!
lore wise, GardenView is very closed from the public. But oc wise, Why not! Dyle likes (or.. liked) to bring treats for all of his co-workers from outside!
i dont gaf about the lore when it comes to ocs, i like to see everyones characters :3