#grumpysunshine

Chopping wood in a sexually objectifiable manner? While wearing guyliner? Watched by the guy you grew up with who’s totally not in love with you or distracted by your shirt being off? Yep, that’s Our Rogue Fates, my slow-burn, second-chances cozy mm romantasy coming out in April! The plot is not the point. The messiness and the angst and the love is the point.

Comic by Qwilann on Insta!

“The most violent romance I’ve ever read (complimentary)”—A reader

"The most stabbings and revenants I've read in a cozy romance, but somehow it works." -A reader

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And while I haven't gotten around to seeing Superman I am appreciating the drowned cat Bruce and goofball Clark.

Eclipse x Francis/GrumpySunShine જ⁀➴ ♡

Some Drift and Ratchet content because they are the cutest of all ❤️

You and Luigi are 19 and seniors in college. You two aren't close, but share the same major and extracurricular, being on the Robotics Team. Things are about to change. !slowburn !college !grumpysunshine !luigimangione

You couldn't believe Jamie dragged you to the frat party.

It was NOT your scene. You didn't drink, and you didn't like the types of people who were in frats and sororities. They seemed superficial and too into how they were perceived by others. You much preferred the comfort of books and academics and video games.

"It's interesting seeing you here, Y/N," you hear a voice behind you.

You groan and turn around.

It's Luigi, the President of the Robotics Team that you're also a member of. He's wicked smart while being a total frat bro. You begrudgingly give him credit. Rumors say he's constantly partying and getting laid, so it's impressive he has the time to still be one of the top engineering students in your year. You're one of the top students too, but it feels like you have to work 10x harder while Luigi barely breaks a sweat.

You didn't not like the guy. But you never got close, despite both being in the same club and sharing a lot of engineering classes. He was always surrounded by frat bros and a gaggle of pretty girls. Again, not your scene.

You do admit he tried, you were just a bit... grumpy. He attempted a bunch of times to be friendly, even suggesting meeting up for coffee, but you always kept your distance and he backed off once he could tell you didn't want to open up to him.

Several friends of yours have told you, "Y/N, you're kinda like a cat." Fair point.

"Yea, I'm only here because of my friend Jamie," you wave over to Jamie, now sloshed and dancing her little heart out on the dance floor. Like you, she's not in a sorority, but she's more chill with different types of people. You see that she's with some frat bro who looks both scared but impressed at her Wednesday Addams moves, while everyone else eyes her wearily. GO JAMIE.

"If not for her, I wouldn't be here. Frats are not really my thing."

"You never know, Y/N. We often misjudge too quickly, which prevents us from really experiencing life."

Okayyyyy Mr. Dalai Lama. What an arrogant jerk thinking he knows me better than I know myself.

"You're right, the love of my life might just be a frat bro at this party!! you spit out sarcastically. "Anyway, good seeing you, Magione" You salute the Robotics prez goodbye as you make your way to join Jamie.

March X Farmer 🩷 Event

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You walk into the blacksmith shop after receiving a letter from March. He asked you to come by to talk to him. He’s normally not very interested in talking, so this peaked your interest right away.

You’re covered in sweat from tending your crops this morning, and there’s dirt under your nails. You nervously pick at them while you push the door open. Your eyes lock onto the red hair in the back corner of the shop, bent over the desk intently studying something you can’t see. March tilts his head as your footsteps tap over the stone flooring but he doesn’t turn around.

“I wasn’t sure you would actually show up,” he says as he turns around and slowly walks up to the front desk. You observe his posture, as he does his best to look calm and collected. You see his veins popping in his toned forearms as he clenches the edge of the desk.

“I hear you’ve been making yourself useful around town, helping out and running errands for everyone… seem to be making quite the impression,” he bites out the last part, rolling his eyes.

“You act surprised. I came here to help the town. Is this the part where you apologize for your piss poor attitude?” I say, putting a hand on my hip. I try to come off as cocky to match his energy, but he sees right through it.

“Ha, as if,” he scoffs. “We both know what you’re actually doing here, farm girl.”

My eyes scrunch at the insinuation. What does he think is going on? “What are you-“

“You’re just here to get free shit. The second you make enough money, you’ll leave this town and everyone here high and dry,” he comes out from behind the desk and leans casually on the front of it. “You seriously think you can just show up, fake your way through running a farm, and everyone will just fall to their knees thanking you for ‘all you’ve done’?” He starts to walk toward me. I take a step back and my back hits the table behind me with several tools laid out across it. I hold his gaze the entire time.

“I don’t know what you think you know about me, but that’s not true. I came here to help the town. I have no intention of-“

“Cut the shit,” he bites out and cuts me off and takes another step toward me. “You are just like everyone else that comes here. You’re all bright eyed and excited for this ‘new life’. The second real work starts or you get bored, you’ll be gone. I’d give it till the end of fall.” He takes another step. My heart is pounding out of my chest and he looks me up and down.

“You ever been in a small town in the winter? None of the luxuries you have the big city. You know you have to get your own firewood, cook your own food, trudge through the snow into town,” he takes another step.

“Just because I lived in the city doesn’t mean I don’t know how to work hard. I’ve worked for everything I’ve gotten, you don’t know anything-“ his hands come down on the table on either side of me. I try my hardest not to jump, but I failed.

“I know enough, princess,” he grits out through clenched teeth. “Everyone is the same. The second things get tough, they bail. You can’t trust anyone, ever.” His eyes are locked on to mine. My breath hitches.

“We don’t need some outsider coming in here to fix all of our problems. We can fix it ourselves. I already tried telling Adeline that I would help Ryis fix the bridge, but her nose is always stuck in that notebook,” he says, his gaze falling to the side. “It’s fine though. You’ll leave eventually, and it will be on us again. And we’ll be fine without you.”

“I’m not going anywhere, March. You’ll have to get used to it, or don’t. It won’t make a difference to me,” I spit out. His eyes snap back to me and he smirks.

“Oh really? It won’t make a difference at all?” He questions and tilts his head. His gaze falls to my mouth and he slowly drags it back up. He leans in so close I can feel his breath on my face. My breathing stills. Any fake confidence I had vanishes immediately. “Is that a challenge, princess?” He barely whispers, and I don’t even believe he said it at first. I open my mouth to respond then-

“MARCH! How’s it going with that new-“ Olric bursts through the door. March doesn’t move an inch. “Bro what’s going-“

The second March drops his arm from my right side I jolt out of his grasp. “Nothing! March was just, um, showing me these new tools he was working on! Thank you, March I will, uh, be back to purchase that new pickaxe.” I stumble over my words and rush towards the door, my face blood red. I try and use my hair to cover my face. “Good to see you Olric! I’ll, uh, see you both at the Inn tonight!” I rush out the door.