My name is Muffin and at the moment I'm mostly writing fanfiction, but I also write my own original projects! My favorite subjects are horror and comedy which don't always mesh well (but I try!).
My AO3 is Muffin_Ride and currently is the only place I post other than Tumblr.
Current active fandoms are: Naruto and Sonic The Hedgehog. Considering branching back into Gravity Falls.
Dark Romance, Horror, Monsters, and Humor are my favorite things and what I prefer to write. I also do my best to tag thoroughly so please read them.
Lastly, I'll be using this blog for both writing and inspo.
"Did this man have a wife? Yes. They did not care for each other. Their thoughts never even brushed up against each other. What a sad species that inhabited this planet. Being only able to connect via physical touch–and then forcing so many rules to limit that touch. How did they find a way to survive for so long?"
collab with the amazing @baking-fics! in which sasori and sakura are alien convicts hiding out on earth, specifically 1970s japan. unfortunately they couldn't go 6 months without (accidentally) getting someone killed.
check out the full picture on the sos server and mind the warnings!
one of my fav fics by @baking-fics featuring old lady sakura a whole lot of skeletons and this cursed nasty rotting little old man nobody in the deep woods actually likes
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
As Sakura hibernates, Sasori frets over her health and stretches himself thin. To remedy this, he takes advantage of the full moon to restore his magic.
For Day 24 of SOS Month: Moonlight | Ritual
This was a something unplanned, but I'm glad to finish it up in time. I enjoy sweet things.
what's more feral than being stuck in pure survival mode. exactly.
alice in borderland AU where the three portrayed are cooperating to get all the cards but will be bound to betray each other at some point. geez i wonder who's going to get outsnaked first.
sasosaku Month Day 2: Witches & Familiars | Into the Fae Realm
Sasori's alchemical set-up was something to be envied. An entire table full of glass and crystal all created under the careful eyes of master crafters. Even the simple scrying bowl was made up of paper-thin quartz! Such tools were fitting for the queen's court and Sakura desperately wished she knew where he had gotten them.
"What are you making this time?" He asked moving closer to the table. Even now he held himself with the airs of a prince; legs crossed and hand propping up his chin. There was still exhaustion painted under his doe eyes as they followed her hands gather ingredients.
collab with @baking-fics! check out their entry here
in which little fairy sakura wants to become a master fairy but is greatly hindered by the fact that she was born without wings and has to climb everywhere. it's ironic really that sasori, whose people are not known to possess wings, flaunts a pair right in front of her. totally not shady whatsoever. in the meantime she regularly breaks into his house to use his fancy alchemy sets.
would you look at the time?? - sasosaku month 2022 is coming in november!
Prompts
Day 2: Witches & Familiars | Into the Fae Realm
Day 4: Desert Ruins | Ancient
Day 6: Wedding Crash(er/ed) | Silent Crush
Day 8: Free Day
Day 10: Deities | Fairytale
Day 12: Masquerade | Forbidden
Day 14: Time Travel AU | Fate
Day 16: “This isn’t listed in the job description!” “No, but it is STRONGLY IMPLIED!” | Role Reversal
Day 18: Free Day
Day 20: Feral Nature | Poisonous
Day 22: Forged Bonds | Sweet Tooth
Day 24: Moonlight | Ritual
Day 26: Medical Drama | 'Next Time Will Be Better'
Day 28: Murder Mystery | Supernatural
Day 30: Finally Home | End of the World
You can message us on @aprito, @frostmarris @fantasy-author-xanna-renae or on @sasosakumonth
Thanks to the communities efforts, this year's prompt pick was again a collaborative effort between the lovely people on here and the sasosaku central discord server. We got so many prompts, we decided to let everyone pick between two or combine them as a challenge. Again, thank you to everyone for your submissions and votes!
Any self made contributions (fanart, fanfiction, video, graphic, edits) are welcome! If you have any concerns or questions, go ahead and send us a message!
Just like last year, we will also have a section dedicated to sasosaku month on the sasosaku central discord server, where you can share and discuss your contributions, as well as leave questions if you have any!
Please keep in mind that this year’s sos month will once again be strictly sfw. nsfw entries will not be reblogged. In addition, just like last year, no romantic shipping of minors with adults!!
To make a submission, post your work and tag #sasosakumonth2022 or @sasosakumonth! Your entry will then be reblogged there!
Have fun! We’re looking forward to seeing everyone’s entries =)
The start of another fanfic (one im excited to write!)
Fem!Naruto.
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Naruto woke up to a dark room and Sasuke looming over her bed. Despite being unable to see anything aside from a dark blob, she knew it was him because this was a regular occurrence. And a murderer wouldn't smell so strongly of avocado oil either unless they stole his conditioner.
"Mother says she's sick again and Itachi refuses to answer his phone."
His tone was terse with barely-checked anger and Naruto immediately felt pity. She tried to reply, but instead, a yawn overcame her. Not wanting to fully wake up, she closed her eyes and fell back onto her pillows. Mustering up just enough concentration to form words she asked,
"How long you gonna be gone this time?"
"She insists she will need a doctor this time," Sasuke answered and she knew he was grimacing, "so at least a week."
At first, the world came to him in black and red. Lines of wireframe marked the perspective of the room- representing each minuscule dent in the wall- each tool or miscellaneous piece of machinery strewn about the room- each detail of a mustached man's face, staring at him intently, with a wide grin and jovial look plastered on his features.
Then, an explosion of color- further refining each of the world's details- the greyness of the metal vent covers, the vibrant blues of the sky outside the viewport window- the characteristic red tint of the man's nose.
As his vision processes completed their final startup checks- the rest of his mind came into action. His facial recognition software jolted into motion, and he recognized the man to be his creator, Doctor Ivo Robotnik. His auxiliary sensors burst to life- the silent droning noise of machinery filling his artificial ears and the feeling of hard steel beneath his talons filling his false nerves.
And then, at last, his primary systems came online.
[METAL SYSTEMS ONLINE.]
[PRIMARY DIRECTIVE: SURPASS SONIC THE HEDGEHOG.]
[SECONDARY DIRECTIVE: PROTECT DOCTOR ROBOTNIK AND THE EGGPIRE.]
[TERTIARY DIRECTIVE: eggLang.exception.null]
[INQUIRY: WHAT HAPPENED?]
Through the reflection in the man's glasses- Metal watches his inquiry appear on a screen behind him. He notes that he happens to be wired into the base's systems at the moment- and that his frame is pristine, as if it were brand new.
He notes that it may, in fact, be brand new.
"Ah, Metal! You're conscious! I really need to invest in faster drives- your startup sequence took a very long time..."
Eggman clears his throat.
"Anyways- you sustained very heavy damage in your last fight with that blasted hedgehog- too, heavy damage, really. It wasn't... worth it, per say, to repair your previous frame- so I have transferred you into a new one! Go on, get a feel for it! I've included many features you previously lacked- before you ask, no, still no voice chip. I've been having issues getting those working..."
Metal raises a clawed hand into his vision, staring downwards. He's taller now- presumably to not be outdone by the loathsome organic copy, who had been growing steadily over the years- his turbine is in pristine condition, and he has the most curious sense of touch, now. He reaches over with his other hand- experiencing the feeling of dragging his claw against his palm- the sharp, biting sensation.
It is most intriguing. He turns to his creator with as much of a look of gratitude as he can muster. Unfortunately, his expressions are rather limited- but he hopes the message is gotten across regardless.
"I'm glad you enjoy your upgrades! You know, I never realized just how behind you were with my technology- I mean, I haven't given you any proper touch ups in... well, too long! For my greatest creation, you were overdue for an overhaul."
Greatest creation. The praise is somewhat lost on the machine, however, it appreciates it regardless. It nods hesitantly- attempting to disconnect itself and stand up.
"Woah, woah now. Calm down there, Metal- you're still not calibrated for these new systems- it may be a bit hard to-"
Metal feels as the cables disconnect, and plummets to the floor. His legs seem to operate on different control schemes, now.
After a moment of re-calibration- Metal feels the servos in his legs straining to pull him back upright. They succeed, and he reorients himself- his optical scanners intaking the rest of the room as he turns to Robotnik, awaiting further instruction.
"Eager to get back to it, huh? Well- unfortunately, I've got nothing for you to do right now. Say- why don't you go orient yourself around the base? These forests can be confusing to navigate..."
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Flying through the trees was... difficult. Too difficult for Metal's liking.
He was still adjusting to his new chassis- and his old turbine was simply inadequate to carry him at the speeds he was used to- much to his chagrin. He felt weighed down- a feeling he was not going to get used to for a while.
[CRUISING VELOCITY REACHED.]
That was it? This was his turbine's cruising speed? Despite his speedometer reading quite the velocity, he felt like he was hardly at a jogging pace. No- this simply wouldn't do. He began to try and push his turbine further-
His speed gradually increased, however, the stress on his body increased in turn. As he began to rocket between the trees and brush- his turbine's overthrottle was starting to drain on it-
[WARNING: MAXIMUM SAFE VELOCITY REACHED.]
THIS was his limit? No. Disregarding the warning- he continued to try and speed up- his turbine struggling to meet his ever increasing demands...
Finally. This was befitting of him. He soared through the air at breakneck speeds- but his systems couldn't handle it for long- and as quickly as that euphoria arrived...
[OVERHEAT. EMERGENCY SHUTTING DOWN TURBINES.]
Metal began to rapidly lose speed- his speedometer tanking as he came to a stumbling halt amongst the brush. He curses himself as he feels the heat of his turbine stifling the air around him- and light smoke emitting from the back of it. The doctor would not be pleased with him damaging his new shell already... and he was not pleased with himself, either.
He had let his need for speed get ahead of orders.
[ERROR NOTED. RESOLVING.]
He wouldn't again.
However- it still lingered within him- and, with his turbine engine now under duress- he couldn't rely on it to carry him home. Though it DID seem that his legs had gotten an upgrade- their control schemes must have been different for a reason. And so- he began to run, normally- back through the forest, towards the base. He had taken a bit of a winding path coming here, but returning in a straight line was optimal- and he didn't wish to discover the limits of his legs by dallying about as that would leave him stranded.
Revving to life- he sprints onward- slashing branches and thistles out of the way with his sharp claws- and, nearly passing through a clearing- when something calls for him to stop. His heavy metal shoes dig into the ground as he skids to a halt- the opening within the trees giving way to quite the scenic view of hills in the distance.
But that was not why he had stopped- no. He had stopped because of the pink mass of pixels in his visual scanners- leaning against a tree across the breach.
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Amy was tired. She'd been hard at work for days- assisting Tails with his newest project, of which the two-tailed fox seemed to never sleep on- and she was desperately in need of a break. Preferably, one out of the way of everyone for a while...
And luckily, she had just the spot! Sneaking out of Tails' workshop- he had passed out on his desk again, and she had laid a blanket over his shoulders- she makes her way out of the town and into the forests. She has a basket held in her hands- containing a picnic blanket and a few small food items for her to snack on while she distracts herself from her life's recent stresses.
As she paces through the brush, she hears a low rumble in the distance- but pays it no mind, assuming it to merely be something from Tails' workshop- that she did NOT wish to deal with right now. She reaches her clearing, and takes a seat beneath one of the towering trees- laying out her picnic blanket and sighing.
The morning passes by and the afternoon arrives- and, having finished the small lunch she brought for herself, she packs up the basket and simply sits, taking in the sounds around her with her eyes closed.
The chirp of birds! The ribbit of a distant frog- the racket of crickets in the grass, and-
The soft thud of heavy weight against the dirt. Confused, her eyes snap open, and she turns to the source of the noise-
Only to see Metal approaching her. She panics- stumbling back a bit- and raises a hand to block her face...
It was taking a long time to capture her as it usually did. She slowly lowered her arm, meeting the scary gaze of the robot, both locked in a moment of confused silence.
"...Aren't ya gonna... k-kidnap me, or somethin'...?"
The robot shakes its head- beeping negatively.
"Oh..."
Somehow, she understands this beep fully.
"Well! I'm not busy-"
She pats the grass next to her, and scoots to the side slightly.
"I've got time to listen."
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Confused, Metal took a seat next to the pink hedgehog- not even really understanding why he had listened to the command. He, unsurprisingly, ends up not being the one to talk as much- and simply sits there, an odd feeling of contentedness within his matrices as he listened to Amy Rose vent about her recent frustrations and gush over every little thing. He expressed some visible annoyance when she spoke of his loathsome copy- which, he noted, managed to pull a giggle from her.
Why was she acting so... [DEFINITION FOUND]- amicable towards him?
[NOTE ADDED: AMY ROSE]
[CONFUSING.]
He found himself staring at her blankly- taking in each minute detail of her appearance. By the time she had stopped talking, he was convinced he could create a full, 3D model exclusively from the data collected by his sensors- and he wasn't entirely sure why. He convinces himself that it was due to the organic notion of eye contact during conversations.
Eventually, she had run out of things to say, and she sighed tiredly. The afternoon sun was now beginning to droop- and his turbine had thankfully cooled down in the interim. He began to devise a route to return to base, however, her annoyingly cheery voice interrupted his inner machinations-
"Well- it was nice to have someone here to listen to my ranting, for once!"
...He simply lets out a computerized tone in response.
"Yeah, well, even if you say you don't care- I can see through you, silly robot!"
See through him? Had he become translucent somehow? No. That was illogical. His apparent confusion caused her to emit another giggling sound-
"Anyways... thanks!"
She grabs hold of the interwoven wood basket beside her, standing and waving to him cheerfully as she sprints off back towards, presumably, her 'base of operations'- her home, Metal recalls.
...
[NOTE ADDED: AMY ROSE]
[CONFUSING | INTRIGUING]
With that, Metal stands back up- his servos snapping out of their stillness, and he carefully fires up his turbine engine- flying back to home turf, mind lost in thought.
He had no idea at that time what exactly was to come- or that this would not be the last instance of a chance encounter with that pink hedgehog.
As he re-entered the secret outpost, he noted that his creator was consumed in his work- and, as per protocol, decided not to disturb him with his return. He simply paced silently through the hall- past the crowded workshops and into a small, side room- built just for him. A charging bay contained within it was his target- and it had been recently upgraded to fit his new height. Slotting into the capsule, his visual feed cuts out as he seals himself away for the day.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
About time I return to my roots.
In which Amy wakes up with no memory and a very familiar robot. With her having amnesia and the robot one step away from being scrap, what else can they do but help each other?
Big thanks to @mmm-asbestos for helping me sort out rambly thoughts (and having sick artwork) and also @bimboamyrose for the fanfic 'Familar' for getting me back into this OTP
Into the Deep Woods is incredible! Any idea when the next update will be? I can't wait for it. It's a haunting, beautiful story and I can't stop thinking about it
Thank you so much! I don't have an idea when the update will be as I'm trying to finish some other stuff first before November.
Because I love Kofun. I love so much about bher. She belongs to @shortbreadsandwichnarutofanfic and I probably butched the character. But, I like to think the time in Mist with her brother was a good time. Then everything went to shit.
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Years and years ago when the rain still made music over the village and the fires were warm Kofun’s brother took her to the workroom. There, he unsealed both scrolls and showed her the remains of their parents. The bones were polished and cleaned with such detailed seals set deep in the surfaces. She watched as her brother set to work carving in their family’s sigil into the skulls.
“It’s the last step for every body we use”, he explained, “others let the body rot, but we make them whole again.”
The thick enamel was painted on and her brother even added the smallest of embellishments to her fathers skull. Kofun tried not to laugh at that; her brother had said father would have enjoyed that. With the work done the bodies were laid out to dry and the siblings left the room. As Kofun was led back to bed, her brother gave her some final advice.
“No one will love your work sister. We are seen as little better than scavengers by others. To steal from graves will be your fate, but just know a body is little more than raw material.”
As her brother laid her back down, Kofun received a rare kiss on the forehead.
“It is a gift we give to become immortalized into the perfect weapon. Never let anyone tell you different.”
