#cheeto writes stuff

You know, that one fic that a specific person on this webbed site knows in intricate detail probably because I yapped to them about it years ago?

WELL GUESS WHO'S GETTIN PLACES, BAEBAYYYY >:D

Context, this fic has been a pretty much fully outlined idea since 2023 and I'm only now getting around to making it a reality :U

AUGH I LOVE THIS AU SO MUCH IM SO NORMAL ABOUT IT

The most selfish, gleefully violent, possibly insane living weapon of a man you've ever met gains crippling guilt in the process of violently ignoring the active war of "new morals vs training" going in in his head

(and also a sneakpeek to the fic idea in question)

Velvette wasn't sure how she got here.

She lay flat in the middle of her bed, curled up with a heavily bandaged furball, his head resting on her chest with ears pinned back. He laid on top of her, his wings spread limply behind him, falling around the both of them like a blanket, the feathers disheveled, torn, and in need of a good preening.

Husk's breaths came weakly as he slept, the painful rattle of a wheeze interrupting each intake. His wings spread limply behind him, draped over the both of them like a blanket, disheveled, torn, and in need of a good preening. She felt across the feathers thoughtfully, then brushed her thumb over the fur just under his eyes, wiping away some moisture from the exhausted creases.

With a small flick of her wrist, she summoned a faintly glowing purple strand that coiled around her ring finger and snaked further to loop around his. She turned her hand as she inspected it in the dark of her room.

-> context here <-

So I had an idea

so I've been trying to puzzle out who I'd ship flowery with, because he's very shippable and I want to ship him with someone, but none of the many options quite fit in my brain.

SeedRT is cute but I prefer spamtenna... Greenery is cute but doesn't compel me... Dearethflower almost works but it's missing something... Whatever the ship name between asgore and flowery is- doesn't work for me but I like the doomedness of it on flowery's end...

but then I had a thought

what if I just. don't want him to be happy and in love. what if doomed ship >:]

hear me out

Flowery and original Red (the one who died before the Dreemurr wedding). They kind of meet when they're still growing, but Red is sick, and isn't getting better- and she's accepted the fact she's basically terminally ill, but Flowery is encouraging her to

(by Cheeto (me) for a story concept where Milo gets sucked into a portal with Ashlyn, and is stuck time-hopping with her.)

⌚🕰️⚠️---------------------⚠️🕰️⌚

Milo blinked. "What do you mean?"

"What do I MEAN? Isn't it obvious?" She scoffed, her voice raising in pitch with her exasperation. "You spend all day with your head in the clouds and a smile on your face while all this is happening around you- We were just on a boat full of hundreds of kids doomed to die, and you're smiling like it's CHRISTMAS FREAKING MORNING!"

"I-"

"No, I don't want excuses- I want to know! How are you so disgustingly HAPPY all the time?!"

Ashlyn cried desperately, her voice starting to break. "I would kill to have the bliss of an empty conscience like you do, but the universe won't let me die, so I don't get to have that! Why aren't you angry?! Why aren't you crying?! Why, when you have broken bones, have heard air raid sirens, and watched people DIE, do you still have nothing but that stupid little grin on your face?!"

The silence that permeated the endless stream was deafening. Milo simply looked at Ashlyn as she heaved, the dirt in her hair, her hands calloused and cut, the bandages she was crushing in her fist against the grandfather clock beneath them.

Milo's eyes met hers with a gentle smile that gave way to a weariness and level of understanding that shouldn't ever have to be worn by a child.

"I'm always positive for the same reason you're always negative."