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The bakery ran by the apprentice is Portia's favorite resting spot after a tiring morning in the warzone that is the market place.

It isn't the most practical resting spot, but the pretty and amicable baker makes up for it.

Prompt: Rest

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Portia often has runs to and from the market from the Palace. She’s a very busy woman, after all. 

It happens so often that she has a routine. The first place she’d make a beeline to is the shop with all the fresh fruits, which is often one of the first stalls in the market that run out of stock first thing in the morning.

She’d made a deal with the shopkeep, though, that it’d open earlier in the morning just for her as a service to the Countess Nadia. 

The next places aren’t in particular order, thankfully, because those would depend on what the Palace needs for that day and for the rest of the week. Often she’d go from furthest to closest, so she wouldn’t have to take multiple trips around the market place.

However, she’d always leave the best for last. 

The Bakery, one that she swears is as Magical as the little shop in the one corner of Vesuvia that Asra owns. This one is ran by the new apprentice baker, one she’d often find in the same shop as Asra.

She, the apprentice, has their own magical charm, though. Portia finds herself always spending the rest of the freetime in the morning lingering around in her shop. 

Portia once thought that this was the reason why the shop ran so well. There’s nothing more selling than a pretty smile and a good seller, after all. However, that wasn’t the case. 

It was… well, everything. From the small, cozy space of warmth that the shop offers, to the aroma of the bread that is baking in the oven. 

While people come and go, often leaving the soft cushion of the lounge untouched, Portia likes to stay there from time to time. So much so that she’s become such a frequent customer of that only really comes by when the apprentice is around.

So when there’s the telltale sound of the bell ringing, and taking a while to close because of the amount of things that Portia is carrying in the arms, the apprentice, already taking her post by the door, keeps it open for Portia to enter smoothly.

The red-head smiles sheepishly at the apprentice, “Hello again,” She says, “Thanks for the help, you really shouldn’t have.”

She only laughs, and by the stars is it just as heartwarming as the heat of the oven. “It’s no problem, Portia.” She smiles. “Can’t leave my favorite customer struggling. That’d be cruel of me,”

“Of course–”

“Especially when I’ve just freshly baked her favorite. Oh, the horrors of being such a kind baker.” The apprentice dramatizes, and Portia rolls her eyes.

“What a sacrifice,” She says.

Portia sets her newly acquired items to the side, taking her seat in her usual place. “Would you mind if I take a rest here?” She asks. “I don’t want to keep you troubled, I’ve just had the worst walk from the south of the market to here.”

The apprentice grimaces. “Yikes, must be one hell of a walk– didn’t they break the pavement to rebuild it last week?”

“It isn’t on the ‘rebuild’ stage, no.” Portia huffs.

She chuckles, “Oh, dear girl. Go take a good break there. I’ll be in the back if you need anything.” The apprentice says. “Here, have a complimentary cup.”

Portia looks up, about to ask how much it’d be today (she’d change the price for her every day, and Portia doesn’t really mind but it feels like she’d send the poor baker out of business), only to be cut off by a wink. “It’s on the house for my favorite girl.” She says, and she doesn’t let Portia a moment to respond before she’s already moving away.

The girl, left in the lounge of the bakery, is left a blushing, flustered mess. 

Fic where Simon Riley comes across a toddler who witnessed a crime.

Prompt: Protect

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(You're on Part 1), (Part 2 soon),

The Ghost is one of the most intimidating enigmas in the army. He is the enemy to those who wish to disrupt peace, and a loyal fucking dog to his morals– whatever is left of it. He is not a good man, no. He does what’s necessary, and sometimes what’s necessary isn’t good. 

But Simon Riley tries. By God he tries. He’s long given up on the hope that he could get a normal life, not when it was so cruelly stolen from him when he’d thought he’d be able to have it.

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(i'm not gonna post the funny picture this time I feel like it's getting redundant lmao)

Prompt: Embrace

Tallulah is walking beside Wilbur Soot, her hand in his while they walk home from the van. A burger van, she remembers. Tallulah had wanted to come with, and there was no one available to watch over her. She’d spent the day with a guy named Ranboo, and he was really fun to be with.

He said something about setting a meeting with his kid, named Michael, Tallulah is looking forward to that.

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Today, Elina lays on one of the wider reefs, the surface wide enough to support her weight. She lies still, facing up, and her eyes look longingly at the surface of the water where the sky rests. The girl, once a fair, now a mermaid, can’t help but feel a sort of melancholy.

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She’s over Philza’s shoulders while they walk towards one of Wilbur’s other children. She’s told that he’d loved it the most, loved it even more than he did Fundy, his son.

This child, of Wilbur Soot, is a nation called L’manburg. His child, his unfinished Symphony, forever unfinished.

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Tallulah hears Puffy hum, with the younger purring when she cards her fingers through the locks of her hair, putting it into twin braids. She’d come across the other woman while on her own and wandering the main SMP despite, well, being told not to.

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There was something about the apprentice that unsettles Muriel. They’re rather frightening, on one hand, especially with their rumored prowess in magic and the arcane. 

There’s also the fact that there can be no fault found in such a gentle character. It’s frightening. 

“Hello there!” The apprentice says, taking him by surprise when they came out of nowhere. “What’s going on here? Is there anything interesting down there?” Overly friendly, that’s what they are. Muriel finds it difficult to trust.

When he stands to draw to his full height, they aren’t even intimidated by his sheer size like most other Vesuvians are. “Woah, you gotta tell me what they feed you.” This isn’t the first time he’s heard them say that. It must be genuine, their awe for his height.

Muriel doesn’t respond, but that doesn’t faze the apprentice, not when they’ve already moved onto a new topic– their name.  They introduce themself by their name, but he already knows this. This is the 11th time they’ve introduced themself to him, after all. “This must be the first time we’re meeting– you seem like a cool guy, though!”

This is the 12th time they’ve met, and somehow despite Muriel being careful, he always runs into them. Despite having met them for a dozen times now, he still finds it difficult to be accustomed to the kindness they show him. 

And they’re consistent about it. That’s what makes it scarier.

They’re genuine.

“So, what brings you to the forest?”

“Foraging.” He answers curtly. 

The apprentice’ eyes widens. “Oh! Same!” They say, and he knows this. They’ve said this every time. He sees them peering at the herbs he has in his hands, and they look sheepish. “Ah, we must have been looking for the same thing.” They tell him, and they bring out their basket. “You must be looking for some of these herbs– would you like some?” They offer.

And… he does. He has been looking all over the forest for these ones, only to find that they’ve run out in the places they usually grow. “Just a few, please.” He says quietly, and the apprentice beams.

“Of course!” They say, and they hand him a handful of it. It’s too much, he thinks, but he already knows better than to attempt at returning. 

It makes the conversation longer.

“Is that all?” They question. “Err, if you could return the favor, I need that orchid over there– I was about ready to climb the tree if I didn’t see you crouched there.”

And he nods. Of course he will. This is the only way he could return the kindness, after all. 

They talk while he heads over to the tree they pointed out, and they’re really talkative. The apprentice talks about all bouts of things, from the reason why they need that orchid, to the job they have in Vesuvia. The apprentice is Asra’s friend. He’s learned about this from them at the fifth meeting, and even Asra himself had told him about them. They’re kind hearted, a good soul, and Muriel could see that.

“You know, I wish I could be as tall.” The apprentice tells him when they get their orchid. This isn’t the first time they tell him this either, but Muriel can’t help but find it amusing each time. “Anyway, I hope I’m not keeping you from anything.” They tell him. “I’m sure you have places to be. Thank you so much for your help.”

The apprentice is always so nice, so kind. He appreciated it, once. He’d liked it, in the short moments where he’d met them. 

But he doesn’t like it anymore, not when he’d have to give up that kindness every time they meet. When the myrrh takes effect. 

It feels like a permanent goodbye everytime they part.

So instead, Muriel bids them goodbye. 

And when he’s out of their sight, he could see the frown and the confusion on their face when they forget him.

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Tallulah isn’t fond of other hair accessories other than her beanie and hats. It’s something she thinks is essential to her image, after all, and is also one of the reasons why she is often connected to her father. She was told, once, that he was a fan of them.

So she’d worn them.

But Phil had taken it out for a wash. 

Tallulah doesn’t like the way her hair is loose behind her. It was initially a mess that the beanie could have at least contained, but she doesn’t like it loose. It’s bothersome, and the weight on her head isn’t something she thinks is comfortable.

Still, she ends up going out without one.

Today, she is with Mr. Quackity. He’s taking her out for her quests since her Abuelito only really logs in thrice a week and she’d fallen asleep on one of them.

Begrudgingly, Phil had permitted Tallulah to visit Mr. Quackity, her father’s special interest. 

And Mr. Quackity, despite, well, being pathetic (not according to her! The rest of the eggs like to gossip, and a lot of them like to tease him.) is rather perceptive to her irritation.

“What’s got you troubled, Tallulah?” He asks, concerned. “Is something wrong?” He crouches so he’s closer to her level.

Tallulah purses her lips, deciding whether or not this was an important issue to even talk about, before deciding that maybe, if he’d been inclined to, he could lend her his beanie instead.

“My hair is bothering me.” Tallulah writes. “I don’t have my beanie.” 

Quackity nods, and he pats around himself for anything. And he pauses, right on his arm, where a ribbon is tied around it. He hooks his finger around it, as if testing something.

Tallulah blinks, she has half the mind to just ask for his beanie straight up. She doesn’t continue it, not when she witnesses him untying the ribbon on his upper arm and loosely holding it between his fingers. 

“I’m gonna tie your hair, okay?” He asks, and he’s doing a great job at keeping his composure when he’s holding the remains of his child. 

Tallulah knows. She isn’t naive. That’s Tilin’s ribbon– the egg who was supposed to be her sibling. 

Quackity must see the hesitation on her face, and his expression softens. “It’s okay, Tallulah.” Quackity says. “It’s just a ribbon.” He tells her. 

“It’s not just a ribbon.” Tallulah says. 

He grins. “Yeah, that’s true, kid.” Quackity says. “But this ribbon used to belong to my kid, you know?”

And Tallulah then gets the implications of what Mr. Quackity is trying to say. “I’m-” Tallulah erases that, and she continues to try to write a message to respond to that– she shouldn’t be assuming, or anything. 

“I’m not your dad.” Quackity tells her, cutting her off from her frantic writing and rewriting. “But I’m… this isn’t with an ulterior motive in mind, Tallulah, but I see you as my kid too.” He says. “If… if that’s okay with you, that is.”

Tallulah blinks, and she smiles. She turns her back to him, and sits.

And Quackity, he ties Tallulah’s hair into a ponytail, the bow pointing up.

Tallulah misses her father, and clings to the memories of him. Wilbur tries to be a good mirror of a better man than himself. OR Wilbur tries to be a placeholder for a good man. + For the Writer's Block MCC Bingo event, with the prompt: Unspoken thoughts / words Spoiler: It's "Happy Birthday"

Includes: DSMP!Wilbur being a trying father to a child he hasn't technically claimed as his own yet, Tallulah being sad, Tallulah wanting her child, Tallulah being too emotionally intelligent for her own good, DSMP!Wilbur allowing tallulah to pretend that he's QSMP!Wilbur, hurt / very little comfort, angst accompanied by fluff if you squint

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Tommy and Tallulah bond, and they find some similarity in different worlds. + TWB Bingo But Fic Event Prompt: Memories / Nostalgia

Includes: Tommy being a good caretaker, Tommy babysitting Tallulah, Tallulah dissecting these poor DSMP scrunkles, Tallulah's deepseated fear of seeing the monster that killed her (in a dream), deep diving more into the crossover aspect of this crossover

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Tallulah comes across a man in a train station.

She knows him. She will always know him.

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Tallulah meets DSMP!Wilbur. Prompt: Ghost / Reincarnation

Includes: Reincarnation, Ghost!Tallulah, Ghost!Wilbur (not ghostbur), angst, some comfort, established hurt new comfort, Tallulah being an emotionally smart kid who just wants her dad back, off-screen Main Character Death, they meet in DSMP Limbo

Hades and Persephone are busy one day and Zagreus’ feet are getting cold– he needs to decimate the entirety of Hades. Technically, it is his job after all.

The problem is, who is going to take care of Melinoë?

OR Zagreus takes a run around the underworld with Melinoe in a baby sling, ft. a lot of excited aunts, uncles, and cousins.

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For the Writer's Block MCC event >:D

Includes: Melinoe being doted on, little shit zagreus, everyone loving melinoe despite not seeing her yet, three chapters, 1 chapter each for tartarus, asphodel, and elysium, they're going to meet everyone don't worry, sisyphus will make an appearance in the future don't worry abt the first chapter ending, inaccurate greek mythology