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Fantasy critters au pt.10

⚔️ THE UNSPOKEN SHADOW

"My life is not my own. It is a shield, a mirror, and—if necessary—a grave."

Name: Zen Valerius

Title: The Sentinel | The Voice of Reason

Blessing: Sentinel

Gifted by: Thalos, the God of Protection, Loyalty, and Strength.

The Power of the Sentinel:

Zen belongs to a noble line of protectors who serve as the "Shadow" to the royal bloodline. Their blessing allows for Perfect Mimicry, enabling Zen to shapeshift into their charge (Y/N) to act as a flawless body double. This gift also grants Zen heightened biological senses and an innate Truth-Sense—the ability to intuitively feel when a person is lying or hiding malicious intent.

The Drawback: The Cost of the Mirror

Constant vigilance leads to deep-seated Paranoia and a chronic inability to trust others. The mental toll of "becoming" someone else is immense; Zen must fight to maintain their own identity, as many in their lineage have historically lost themselves entirely to the role of the Double.

Origin: The Fallen Kingdom of Seren (The Oldest Kingdom)

Character Summary:

Standoffish, cold, and calculated, Zen is the tactical anchor of the group. While others act on impulse, Zen remains cool under pressure, serving as the protective "older sibling" figure to (Y/N). They have zero mercy for the Prototype and those who follow him, fighting with a lethal, disciplined grace.

Though many in the Guild whisper that Zen might be the legendary "Angel" who appeared during the fall of Seren—given their incredible combat prowess and mysterious aura—Zen remains silent on the matter. They are not here for glory; they are here to ensure that (Y/N) survives the world they’ve returned to.

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A Bid Beyond Reason: an Alastor x doe reader fanfic

A possible new series if y’all want!

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He had never planned on falling in love.

The idea itself was almost laughable. Alastor, the Radio Demon did not love. He did not long, nor ache, nor pine. He thrived on chaos, on fear, on the delightful unraveling of others. That was his purpose. His entertainment.

A wife? A family?

Absurd.

Some might say, “But Mr. Radio Demon, aren’t you an alpha?” And yes, biologically, technically, he was. But he had never once succumbed to those… base instincts. Never felt the need to claim, to bond, to indulge in something so animalistic.

No. He was above that.

…Or so he believed.

Until that blasted auction.

The invitation had come from an old associate: persistent, irritating. Alastor had every intention of ignoring it, tossing it into the fire with the rest of the world’s nonsense. But then Rosie had insisted he attend in her stead, her tone sweet but unmistakably firm.

And so, against his better judgment, he went.

The venue reeked of decadence.

Velvet chairs sprawled across the room, chiffon draped from the ceiling like cobwebs of luxury. The lighting was dim, intimate, suffocating. and from above hung dozens… no, hundreds of cages.

Each one held a person.

Omegas.

Large, small, trembling, still each was stripped down and displayed for inspection. Some stared blankly, eyes glazed over. Others slumped limply, too drugged to move. A few still had enough awareness left to shrink away from prying eyes.

It was… distasteful.

Even for Hell.

The attendees wandered between the cages in expensive attire, faces obscured by thin plastic masks, an almost laughable attempt at anonymity. They peered inside like butchers judging cuts of meat, murmuring, appraising, deciding worth.

Alastor did not bother to hide his disinterest.

He took a slow sip of his whiskey, the burn grounding him as he exhaled sharply through his nose.

“Well, well, well… if it isn’t the infamous Radio Demon.”

Alastor turned smoothly at the voice, his ever-present smile sharpening as he spotted the speaker, another overlord, one of particular reputation.

“Why, if it isn’t Krei!” he greeted, spreading his arms theatrically. “What a pleasant surprise! Tell me, are you here for another little pet?”

The man chuckled, swirling his drink. “Oh, you know me so well.” His gaze drifted toward a nearby cage, hungry and calculating. “And you? I didn’t take you for someone with… interests like these.”

Alastor’s grin never faltered, though something colder flickered behind it.

“My dear fellow,” he replied lightly, “it’s often best not to concern oneself with matters that do not involve them. Why I am here is my own affair.”

A pause. Then, sharper:

“But I do so enjoy hearing your theories.”

“Tch.” The man straightened, unimpressed. “Enjoy your evening, Radio Demon.”

“And you yours!” Alastor chimed, watching him disappear into the crowd.

Once alone again, he finished his drink and took a seat near the stage, resting his chin lightly against his hand. He would endure this farce, collect whatever Rosie expected of him, and be on his way.

That was the plan.

The auction began soon after.

One by one, the cages were brought forward. Voices called out numbers, bids rising and falling. The crowd grew more animated with each sale, money thrown around carelessly for bodies that barely reacted.

Alastor found himself… irritated.

No—worse.

Bored.

It dragged on for what felt like hours, the pattern becoming painfully obvious. Lesser omegas first. Cheaper. Easier. Slowly escalating, draining wallets and egos alike before the inevitable finale.

And still, he hadn’t bid.

Not once.

“And now, ladies and gentlemen,” the auctioneer announced, voice swelling with excitement, “we have saved the very best for last! our crown jewel. Our finest omega. Lot 2346… (Y/A/N)!”

A sickly pink velvet cover was swept dramatically over the final cage.

And then—

He smelled you.

Moss. Wildflowers. Chamomile.

Soft. Warm. Alive.

It hit him like a strike of lightning.

Something in his mind. something ancient, buried, denied.

It snapped.

The cover was pulled away.

And there you were.

Curled in on yourself, knees drawn tightly to your chest, as if you could disappear between the bars. Your (e/c) eyes were wide, glassy with fear, yet achingly aware of everything around you.

A Small, Fragile, Doe?

The word came unbidden.

Unwanted.

Unavoidable.

“Isn’t she a beauty?” the auctioneer crooned. “We’ll start the bidding at—”

“eight billion, four hundred million.”

A number so obscene the room forgot how to breathe.

The room fell silent.

Every head turned.

Alastor didn’t even remember standing.

But he was already moving, ascending the stage with slow, deliberate steps. The crowd parted for him without question, unease rippling in his wake.

No one challenged him.

No one dared.

He stopped in front of the cage.

For the first time that night, his smile softened, just slightly.

His eyes met yours through the bars.

You shrank back at first, curling tighter into yourself—

Until he gave the smallest nod.

Barely noticeable.

But enough.

Something in your posture eased, tension loosening just a fraction.

“Sold…” the auctioneer stammered, hastily handing over the slip.

Murmurs spread like wildfire as Alastor turned away, already losing interest in the room, in the crowd, in the entire event.

He had what he came for.

Even if he didn’t yet understand why.

A/N: hello! I hope you like this new series idea and let me know if yall want more! Thanks for reading! Please leave a comment if you can they make my day!

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Fantasy critters au pt.9

🪽 THE MYSTERIOUS SOLO AGENT

“I do this so I’ll never forget. Because once someone is forgotten they are truly gone.”

Name: (Y/N) (L/n)

Title: The recon specialist | The Reluctant Recruit

Blessing: Starlight

Gifted by: Astraea the Weaver, Goddess of Stars and Stories.

This Power of Starlight grants (Y/N) the ability too summon small, floating orbs of light. While beautiful, they are physically weak and often dismissed as a "decorative" blessing. They provide illumination in the dark but offer little in the way of combat or defense.

The Drawback: Using her light is like a beacon; it gives away her position instantly. Because her power is seen as "low-tier," she has spent most of her life being underestimated and overlooked by the Guild and her peers.

Origin: A refugee from the ancient, fallen lands of Seren.

Character Summary:

(Y/N) arrived at the Guild with nothing but a quiet demeanor, observant eyes and an equally mysterious friend named Z. She claims to be a simple survivor of a fallen kingdom, looking to put her meager skills to use. She is compassionate, stubborn, devoted, and clearly carries the weight of the world on her shoulders. Though she insists she’s “just fine” but those close to her see through the cracks. She’s quiet and can be blunt Wich makes her seem intimidating to some or hilarious to others. Most take her quiet demeanor as her not wanting to be involved when in reality she just doesn’t know what do say. She’s loyal and wants to be useful and as of much help as possible.

But little does everyone know she has a few secrets that can change the tide of this war.

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Next up: ✨Zen Valerius

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Fantasy critters AU pt.8

💡The Scholar of Siam

"Knowledge is a heavy responsibility, but I would never choose to give it up for anything."

Name: Bubba Bubbaphant

Title: The Intellectual "Brains" | The Scholar of Siam

Blessing: Memoria, Gifted to him by Narai, the God of Knowledge, Wisdom, and Guidance.

This blessing Grants Bubba a perfect recall of everything he has ever seen, read, or learned. It allows him to analyze complex magical or technological phenomena at a glance. He can tap into ancestral wisdom, temporarily connecting to spirits of the past for guidance in solving difficult problems or predicting outcomes. In a pinch, he can project "illusions of knowledge," showing others what he knows in a visual form, like glowing, animated diagrams floating in the air.

The Drawback: Bubba’s mind is never silent. Overuse of Memoria leads to severe mental fatigue, migraines, and hallucinations where memories blur together. The ancestral spirits can be overwhelming, offering conflicting advice or showing him things he wishes he hadn't seen. Most painfully, he cannot block out trauma; every loss and injustice he has witnessed remains as vivid as the day it happened.

Origin: The Lush Kingdom of Siam

Character Summary:

Bubba grew up in the lush, tropical kingdom of Siam, where the jungles and rivers were as rich with stories as they were with flora and fauna. As the son of a university professor, Bubba’s earliest lessons were in curiosity. History, science, mythology, and magic fascinated him equally, and he soaked up knowledge like a sponge soaked up water.

Bubba’s life took a dark turn when his father began researching the ruins of an ancient temple and a powerful artifact supposedly hidden inside. An artifact that could be disastrous if it got into the hands of the wrong people. His father learned this as he paid the ultimate price for his curiosity.

Determined to continue his father’s work, Bubba became a scholar himself. He studied, traveled, and eventually turned his attention to the same artifact that cost his father his life. lost deep in the jungles a relic of immense power that many would kill to possess.

So imagine his surprise when after one of his lectures he was approached by a prince from a neighboring kingdom who arrived with a team of adventurers. The prince sought the same artifact and enlisted Bubba’s expertise. The expedition was ambitious, but the Prototype’s cult was always one step ahead. The team was ambushed, and Bubba was captured.

In captivity, he met two other prisoners: Hoppy Hopscotch, the high-energy rabbit, and Bobby BearHug, the compassionate bear whose heart was always on her sleeve. Working together, they outsmarted their captors and drove the cultists from the ruins. But no artifact was found. Only a scroll written in an ancient language.

When DogDay and his crew arrived, he invited the three to join him. For Bubba, the offer was impossible to refuse. a chance to put his intellect and skills to good use, to protect the knowledge and people he loved, and to finally be part of something bigger than himself. Also to discover what was on that scroll!

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Sinful spirits

Alastor x overlord fem reader

Prologue

🎵I'll never smile again Until I smile at you…

The radio buzzed, matching in pitch to the drops of rain tapping against the windowpane, creating a hauntingly melodic backdrop to the otherwise silent room.

🎵I'll never laugh again, What good would it do?…🎵

Heaving a heavy sigh I grab a crystal glass from beside me as I swirl the amber-colored liquid in the cup before bringing it to my lips. Not flinching as the burning substance runs down my throat.

🎵For tears would fill my eyes, My heart would realize, That our romance is through…🎵

Sighing once more I place the now empty glass down beside me as I will myself to get up and to try and go to sleep. But my body doesn't listen as I sit there listening to the radio my eyes growing droopy at the sound of beautiful music mixed with rain and the cognac running through my veins making my body feel warm and fuzzy. Before there's a buzz on my phone.

🎵I'll never love again, I'm so in love with you. I'll never thrill again, To somebody new…🎵

Groaning at the sound I quickly look at my home screen only to see a new text message atop many of the unopened texts from a certain tv demon. The message was from Vicky, my assistant. The message only read ‘change the channel’.

🎵Within my heart I know I will never start To smile again Until I smile at you…🎵

Confused I will myself to get up from my seat and make my way to the small TV I have up In the corner of the room. Finding the remote quickly I turn the device on only to find a shocking sight.

🎵Within my heart I know I will never start To smile again Until I smile at you…🎵

The words ‘Is the radio demon back in town?’ are scrawled across the bottom of the TV with the image of a very disgruntled Vox who seems to be having a field day now painted across the screen making me laugh. Oh… this. This would be fun.

🎵Until I smile at you…🎵

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Fantasy critters AU pt.7

🍎 The Heart of the Harvest

"A good homemade meal can fix more than just a hungry stomach; it can mend a weary soul."

Name: Priscilla "Picky" Piggy

Title: The chef of Abundance | The Crew’s healer

Blessing: Abundance

Gifted to her by Vesta, Goddess of Home, Healing, and Harvest. With this blessing any meal Picky prepares with genuine care carries miraculous properties. Her food can knit together physical wounds, soothe illness, and help ease emotional trauma like panic or grief.

Origin: The southern Coasts

Character Summary:

Picky grew up surrounded by family. endless aunts and uncles, cousins, and grandparents who always seemed to know exactly what to say. Her home was never quiet and never empty, filled instead with laughter, arguments, stories, and the constant smell of something cooking. She loved her family deeply and cherished the time spent learning from them, especially from her elders, who believed wisdom was best passed down over a shared meal.

Her favorite holiday was the Harvest Gathering, when the entire family came together to cook, tell stories, and prepare a feast in celebration of the year’s bounty. As much as she loved the food, Picky slowly came to understand that the true heart of the celebration wasn’t what sat on the table but rather who sat around it.

A meal, she learned, was only as special as the people who shared it.

She carried those lessons with her into adulthood.

One day, while out foraging, Picky came across someone badly injured. A chicken who looked as though he’d been attacked and left for dead. Alarmed, she brought him somewhere safe, carefully cleaned and bandaged his wounds, and set to work on the only thing she knew she could do: cook. using the things she'd gathered from the forest she made a simple pot of soup, pouring every ounce of concern and care she had into the meal as she waited for him to wake.

When he finally did, he was frightened and disoriented, panic flashing in his eyes. Picky gently coaxed him into eating. To both of their shock and amazement, as the soup warmed him, his wounds closed, his exhaustion faded, and even his fear seemed to melt away.

That was the day Picky discovered what her blessing was, a thing she never thought she'd discover.

Later, she learned his name was Kickin and that he had been injured while gathering intelligence on a group of the Prototype’s cultists. Not long after, DogDay arrived to retrieve his teammate. After hearing what had happened and seeing the warmth that radiated from her, DogDay offered Picky a place among the critter crew.

A chance to help in a way only she could.

Without hesitation, she said yes.

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Next up: 💡Bubba Bubbaphant

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The price of light

Rumi x fem reader

Chapter 13: Promise?

It had been three weeks since the hospital visit. They’d managed to move (Y/n) from the cold, sterile walls of the hospital back to the comfort of the (L/n) estate. A place none of them had visited in far too long.

Celine and Rumi had practically moved in; neither could bring themselves to leave her side. The halls were quiet, but the air between Celine and (Y/n)’s father remained tense.

Tonight, though, the world felt still.

Rumi sat at (Y/n)’s bedside like she had every night since they got there, her hand wrapped tightly around her friend’s. The machines by the bed beeping softly, reminding her that (Y/n) was still here. Her skin looked too pale against the sheets, her lips dry as she stirred awake.

“…Hey,” she rasped, eyes finding Rumi’s tear-stained face immediately.

“Hey! You’re awake,” Rumi breathed, voice trembling as she wiped her cheeks.

“Are you okay?” (Y/n) asked, sitting up slightly, reaching out to cup Rumi’s face.

Rumi only hummed in response, melting into the touch. She never asked for affection, but she always welcomed it when it came.

They sat in silence for a while. The distant rain filled the room. Rumi’s eyes traced the IV line running down (Y/n)’s arm. The sight made her stomach twist, but she forced a shaky smile.

“…You scared me,” Rumi whispered. “For a moment I really thought—” She stopped herself, swallowing hard.

(Y/n)’s thumb brushed over her knuckles. “I’m sorry,” she said softly. “Didn’t mean to make you worry.”

Rumi let out a breathy, broken laugh. “You don’t make me worry. I just… worry. I always will.” A warm silence stretched between them at the heartfelt statement. Then, trying to sound casual, Rumi said, “So… your dad’s trying to steal you away to America, huh?”

(Y/n)’s smile faltered, but only for a second. “Yeah. Guess he thinks they can fix me better there than they can here.”

“…And what do you think?”

“I think…” (Y/n)’s gaze drifted toward the window, where the faint shimmer of the Honmoon reflected against the glass. “I’m meant to go there. But I also think… I’m gonna miss you so much,” she admitted, voice breaking.

Rumi’s throat tightened. She pressed her forehead against (Y/n)’s hand, blinking back tears. “You don’t get to say stuff like that and then leave me.”

(Y/n) smiled weakly, her own eyes shining. “Then I guess you’ll just have to wait until I come back.”

Neither said the word if.

Both of them knew she would come back. She had to.

“Mind if I come close?”

(Y/n) nodded immediately.

Rumi hesitated only a moment before climbing carefully onto the edge of the bed. She moved slowly, mindful of the tubes and wires, then settled beside (Y/n) as gently as she could. The mattress dipped under her weight before (Y/n) pulled the blanket over her legs so they could share.

For a while, neither spoke. Rumi leaned in until their shoulders touched, her warmth spreading through (Y/n)’s frail frame. (Y/n)’s fingers brushed hers and Rumi laced them together without a word.

She found the faint beat of (Y/n)’s pulse, steady and real, and exhaled.

For the first time in days, she let herself breathe.

(Y/n) leaned against Rumi’s shoulder, burring herself into the girl's neck “Do you ever feel like… you don’t have enough time for everything?” she asked softly, fingers running down Rumi’s sleeve.

Rumi studied her, how tired she looked, how her voice faltered now and then and yet she never complained. That stubborn smile never left her face.

“…you're stupid,” Rumi said quietly.

(Y/n) blinked. “What?”

“You keep pushing yourself, even when I can see it’s hurting you. And I don’t… I don’t know what I’m supposed to do if—” She bit her lip hard, stopping herself.

The silence was heavy. Then (Y/n) reached over, squeezing her hand. “You’ll be fine,” she whispered. “You’re strong, Rumi. The Honmoon chose you. The goddess chose you. You’re going to be an incredible hunter someday. I just… wish I could be beside you the whole time.”

“You are beside me,” Rumi shot back, gripping her hand tighter. “Always. Even if you’re sick, even if—” She swallowed hard. “Don’t talk like I’m leaving you behind.”

(Y/n) gave a tired laugh. “Then promise me something. If I do have to go away… don’t stop fighting. Don’t give up. Promise me.”

Rumi’s throat burned. “Only if you promise to come back.”

(Y/n) hesitated. “I promise.” Then she smiled. “Besides, don’t think you can get rid of me that easily. I still have to find the other two hunters, you know.”

Rumi laughed, brushing at her eyes. For a moment, it felt like nothing could go wrong.

But that promise would be tested sooner than either of them expected.

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Fantasy critters AU pt.6

⚡️ The Mountain ghost

"Who’s up for a little adventure?"

Name: Hoppy Hopscotch

Title: The ghost | The Time-Bending Scout

Blessing: Clockwise

Gifted to her by: Aion, God of Time. Clockwise allows Hoppy to manipulate the flow of time—speeding it up for burst agility or slowing it down to dodge. In dire moments, she can freeze time entirely, though the cost is a dangerous "Temporal Blindness" that causes migraines and loss of vision.

Origin: The Alpine Peaks

Character Summary:

Raised among the narrow paths and open skies of the mountains, Hoppy grew up with a spirit as restless as the wind. She learned resourcefulness from her father and a fierce sense of justice from her village, believing that life was meant to be an endless exploration. Her world was "peaceful and perfect"—until the Prototype’s cult turned her home to ash.

Left hollow by loss, Hoppy was reshaped by a mentor who turned her grief into a blade. Trained as an elite assassin, she used her divine gift, Clockwise, to strike with terrifying precision. For years, she told herself she was delivering justice, but the weight of the bodies she left behind eventually became unbearable. Choosing to reclaim her soul, she abandoned the life of a killer to return to her childhood dream: exploring the world.

Her journey led her from the snowy mountains to the humid jungles of Siam, where she met Bubba and faced the cult once again. This time, she didn't fight for vengeance, but for the freedom of others. Recognizing her agility and her reformed heart, DogDay recruited her to the crew. Now, she serves as the team’s scout, using her speed and time-bending prowess to ensure no one else has to lose their home the way she did.

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Next up: 🍎 PickyPiggy

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Fantasy critters AU pt.5

❤️ The Sister of the North

“The heart knows things we don’t, for it is the soul and loves and it is stronger then one may think.”

Name: Bobby BearHug

Title: The tracker | Daughter of the Auroras

Blessing: Heartbound

Gifted to her by Eirwyn, Goddess of the Living Land, Heartbound, creates an unbreakable spiritual tether to those she forms a connection with. She can summon spirits to lead her to her companions and sense their distress across vast distances. But her compassion has a price: she can physically take on the pain of others to spare them, a selfless exchange that her friends can never reciprocate.

Origin: The Great Northern tribes

Character summary

Bobby grew up among a northern tribe, hidden deep within the mountains. Her people lived in harmony with the land looked to there ancestors for guidance. From a young age, she learned many things, how to fish, how to hunt, how to track, weave, set traps, ect. She learned to live with the land and give thanks to the goddess who gave it all to them. And most importantly listen to the whispers of the spirits.

When the time came for her coming-of-age ceremony, each youth received a talisman chosen by the village elder, guided by the spirits. One was given Strength. Another, Wisdom. But when Bobby’s turn came, she was given Love.

She didn’t understand it.

Love felt so vague compared to the others. Still though, she wore her talisman with pride as she searched for its meaning.

That meaning revealed itself years later.

While fishing along a frozen river, Bobby heard a sound from the forest, something was in trouble. Remembering her elders’ teachings, she paused and listened, calling silently to her ancestors. Soon, they guided her toward a frozen lake. There, buried beneath an avalanche of snow and broken ice, she found a green rabbit barely clinging to life.

The ice was thin. One wrong step could have killed her. But she stepped forward anyway.

Ignoring the cold biting into her skin, Bobby carefully freed the rabbit and carried her back to the village. Later, the village elder called her aside. Bobby asked why and the elder smiled.

Because she had finally understood her gift.

Love, the elder explained, was not weakness. It was the strength to put oneself aside for another. To act without knowing the cost. To care without being asked.

When the rabbit awoke, she invited Bobby to come with her, to see the world beyond the forests.

Bobby said yes.

Later both her and hoppy were asked to join the Critter Crew. She acts as the emotional anchor of the group and is the tracker who finds the lost and is there for them.

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Next up: ⚡️Hoppy hopscotch

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Fantasy critters AU pt.4

⭐️ The Gilded Gambler: Kickin

“Luck is a lady, and she’s got a wicked sense of humor. Care to place a bet?”

Name: Killian or “Kickin”

Title: The infiltration & acquisition specialist | The Hand of Felicity

Blessing: Gamble

Gifted by Felicity, Goddess of luck. Gamble, allows him to tip the scales of fate. For a short window, impossible feats become easy: locks click open, guards look the wrong way, and he can vanish into a crowd. But luck is a fickle mistress. If he loses his cool or overstays his welcome, the "delayed misfortune" hits twice as hard turning him into the center of attention at the worst possible moment.

Origin: Novus liber the golden coast (Across the Sea)

The Street-Slick Survivor

Orphaned in a city of narrow streets and loaded dice, Kickin learned early that the world doesn't reward kindness, it rewards the clever. He survived on card tricks, hustles, and a reputation for being impossible to catch. Always running from place to place. He claimed to only care about the win, yet his pockets always seemed to end up empty whenever he passed a hungry child who reminded him of the boy he used to be.

But one day, after a job went south and landed him in chains, Kickin was faced with a life behind bars. Instead, DogDay interfered and offered him a choice: stop stealing and join his team or serve his time. Kickin took the latter with a laugh and traded his shackles for the Critter Crew, and decided to take the gamble as see if he could help finally win the war against the Prototype.

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Next up: ❤️ Bobby bearhug

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Fantasy critters AU pt.3

🌸 The Glimmer of Bellecour

“I do not guess, and I do not hope. I simply know... and I pray, for once, that you listen.”

Name: CraftyCorn de Monet

Title: Lady of Valmont | The Tactician of Bellecour

Blessing: Glimmer

Gifted to her by Calista, Goddess of Inspiration. Glimmer grants Crafty an unerring instinct. a deep, inspired certainty about the course of events.

Origin: The Kingdom of Bellecour

Character summary:

The eldest of six children to the Duke of Valmont, CraftyCorn was raised in the opulent heart of Bellecour, a kingdom of high art and deep social divides. While she was masterfully trained in the arts of diplomacy and courtly etiquette, the monotony of luxury stifled her. She looked past the shimmering coastlines and misty hills of her home, longing for a purpose that silk and titles couldn't provide.

When the Prototype’s war reached Bellecour’s borders, the suffering of the common people shattered her polished world. Refusing to remain idle, CraftyCorn used her status to bridge the gap between the classes—secretly feeding the hungry and advising her father on defense. Beneath her impeccable poise, she revealed a core of practical courage and a brilliant strategic mind that prioritized lives over legacy.

Her transition from a debutante to a leader was solidified when DogDay recruited her for the crew. Chosen for her intellect and empathy rather than her noble blood, she now serves as the team’s lead tactician and diplomat. She brings a unique blend of lighthearted charm and cold, effective strategy to the front lines, proving that true elegance is found in the service of others.

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Next up: ⭐️ Kickin Chicken

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Fantasy critters AU pt.2

🌙 The Silent Prince of Lunaris

"I used to regret living, just the same as you. But I’m glad that I did live because I’m tired of letting my past define me. And I suggest you do the same.”

Name: CatNap

Title: Prince of Lunaris | The Prince of dreams

Blessing: Dreamcatcher

Gifted by the moon Goddess Selene, it grants him the ability to help individuals sleep as well as traverse the dream world.

Origin: The Kingdom of Lunaris

Character Summary

Nestled among vast fields of red poppies and mirrored by a massive, silvery lake, Lunaris is a place of quiet beauty, drawing travelers and pilgrims alike to witness its night-time splendor.

From a young age, CatNap was tutored in the ways of leadership, diplomacy, and service. To many he was known as the prince of dreams and guidance, meant to embody Selene's mercy and serenity.

Everything changed when the Prototype began his campaign. CatNap was the first target. The Prototype bribed a greedy noble into bringing him the young prince in exchange for power and a place by his side.

CatNap was taken shortly after.

In years of cruel captivity, his divine blood was twisted to create the Red Smoke, a weapon of eternal nightmares. To ensure his silence, his tongue was removed, leaving him voiceless in the waking world.

Though rescued and now a vital member of the Critter Crew, the scars of his past remain. CatNap carries a heavy, unearned guilt for the horrors the Red Smoke caused. Despite this, he remains sweet and soft-spoken, finding moments of childlike joy with his new family. He uses his quiet wisdom and dream-walking powers to protect those he loves, proving that you can endure the deepest dark and still find the light.

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Fantasy Critters AU pt.1

☀️ The Golden Prince of Solara

“I’d rather fall believing I did some good, than survive knowing I did nothing at all.”

Name: DogDay Sol

Title: Heir to the Solis Throne | The Second Sun

Hometown: Kingdom of Solis

Role: Captain, Prince, leader & Protector

Blessing: Flair

Blessed by the sun god Solari, Dogday has the ability to use the light around him and harden it to create shields and weapons to aid him.

Character Summary

Dogday was once the carefree second-born prince of a kingdom Solis, a place favored by the god of the sun. He grew up knowing joy and responsibility in a thriving kingdom but his world shifted forever when the Prototype’s shadow fell over the land. The Prototype attacked and tragically he lost his older brother—the current Angel— in the hour of joy. The heavy mantle of becoming heir was then passed to him.

His brothers loss left a mark on him. He carries a quiet grief for his brother and sense of responsibility for every innocent life that the prototype has unfairly taken and a burning desire for justice against those who would harm the innocent.

Despite this, DogDay remains optimistic and resolute. He believes in hope even when circumstances seem impossible, and he strives to lift the spirits of those around him. His natural warmth draws others to him, and his companions.

From commoners to nobles and everyone in between he tries to give hope and protect and they in return trust him implicitly. He listens to them, considers their perspectives, and leads with both courage and empathy, never asking more of others than he would himself.

His sense of justice is personal and well principled: he wants to honor his brother’s memory, protect the people of Solara, and fight the Prototype’s growing threat wherever it emerges. But beneath his sunny exterior, there is a sensible leader. He knows the cost of survival, he has felt the weight of loss, and fears that the people he loves most may one day be sacrificed in the same way his brother was.

He is not naive, he knows the horrors that await him and he knows the dangers and that he could lose his life at any moment but he'd much rather live life believing that he could do some good then sit idle.

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The price of light

Rumi x fem reader

Chapter 12: Father?

Celine awoke to the soft hiss of the oxygen machine. A pink sticky note lay where rumi had once been. Picking it up she read it

‘I wanted a snack from the vending machine brb.’

she smiled faintly before turning her gaze back towards the girl in bed and her heart ached. How could this have happened? Could she have stopped it somehow? No, she had tried that before and she had failed. The magic involved was just too complex to understand. Then she saw it. For a moment, she thought she was dreaming. until the faintest movement caught her eye.

(Y/n)’s fingers twitched.

Celine bolted upright, heart in her throat. “(Y/n)?”

The girl’s eyelids fluttered, heavy and dazed. Her lips parted, voice a fragile whisper. “...Celine?”

“Oh, thank the gods,” Celine breathed, half laughing, half crying. She leaned forward, brushing a trembling hand across the girl’s forehead. “You’re alright, sweetheart. You’re safe. You're in the hospital, okay?”

(Y/n)’s gaze drifted, taking in the sterile room, the steady hum of machines. “Rumi…?”

“She’s here,” Celine said gently. “She stepped out to get a snack. She wouldn’t leave you.”

That brought a faint smile to (Y/n)’s lips. “Sounds like her…”

It was then that the door opened with a soft squeak and there stood Rumi, clutching a half-open bag of chips and a bottle of water, her expression frozen.

For a second, she didn’t move. Then the chips slipped from her hands, scattering across the floor as she rushed forward.

“(Y/n)!” Rumi gasped, nearly tripping as she raced to the other side of the bed. “Oh my god, you’re— you’re awake!”

(Y/n) managed a weak smile. “Hey… you got me chips?”

Rumi choked on a laugh that sounded suspiciously like a sob. “I’d have brought you the entire vending machine if I thought it’d wake you up!”

Celine watched, her throat tight as Rumi wrapped her arms gently around (Y/n)’s shoulders. The reunion was quiet, heartwarming and tearful, but full of joy.

Then, before anyone could say another word, the door opened again.

A man stood there. pale, exhausted, and almost unrecognizable with his disheveled hair in the dim light. His suit was wrinkled, Tie undone with large dark circles under his eyes. For a moment, he just stared. Then he moved closer, his breath hitching with each step.

“Sweetheart?”

Her father.

She blinked, vision clearing just enough to see him. He was older than she remembered, streaks of gray at his temples, eyes rimmed red. He looked like a man torn between guilt and relief.

“Dad…” Her voice came out hoarse, barely a whisper.

He stepped forward instantly, his hand shaking as it hovered over hers, as if afraid to hurt her. “I’m here, I’m right here. I came as soon as I heard. I—” His voice caught. “You scared me half to death.”

Rumi turned away, pretending to be very interested in something across the way, fiddling with the edge of her sleeve. The moment felt too tense, too private but she refused to leave. She just couldn’t.

(Y/n) tried to smile, but it was shaky. “You… you were gone for so long. I didn’t think…” subconsciously she squeezed Rumi’s hand and she immediately squeezed back, letting her know she was there.

“I know,” he whispered, guilt flooding his face. “I know, baby. I was trying to fix things. I thought if I could just—”

“Fix me,” she finished softly.

He froze, eyes glistening. The words hung there between them, fragile and devastating.

Celine’s jaw tightened at the girl's words, her gaze steady and cold as she tried not to glare daggers at the man in front of her.

“I missed you,” she said, voice barely audible.

He squeezed her hand. “I missed you too.”

Celine’s heart twisted where she stood a good distance away trying to give them the space she knew they needed. Rumi glanced up at her, reading the worry on her face. Both knew this reunion wasn’t the neat, tearful fix they had imagined.

Celine grimaced, her arms folded, a storm of emotions behind her calm expression. For so long she wanted to see this reunion. In fact she’d dreamed of it for (Y/n)’s sake but now that it was happening, she couldn't help feeling her chest tighten. Because she saw the way (Y/n)’s eyes darted toward her every few seconds, silently asking for reassurance. Asking her for support. And the look on her face told her she was scared. Almost like she was talking to someone she didn't know. A stranger

In an instant Celine crossed the small hospital room, the soles of her shoes scuffing against the cold floor. The steady beeping of the heart monitor filled the silence.

(Y/n) looked so small in the large bulky hospital bed, still pale but livelier than she had been earlier.

Quickly she stopped beside the bed and hesitated for only a moment before sitting gently at the edge. The mattress dipped slightly under her weight. “Hey, sweetheart,” she said softly, the words laced with that calm, steady tone she’d used for years. The kind that always made bad days feel better.

(Y/n) turned her head toward her, a faint, tired smile curving her lips. “Hey.”

Across the bed, Rumi perked up at the woman now closer than she was before. Her hand still tightly grasping (y/n)’s right hand. She’d been unusually silent the past couple of hours but she couldn’t blame the poor girl.

None should have to see their best friend go through something like that but… there was nothing they could do about it now.

Celine gently reached over and brushed a loose strand of hair from (Y/n)’s forehead. “You ok?”

(Y/n)’s smile faltered. She looked around at those around her. The people she cared about most and all she saw in their eyes was fear and worry and an indescribable ache she didn’t know how to classify. “I really scared everyone, didn’t I?”

Celine exhaled through her nose, not quite a laugh, not quite a sigh. “You gave us a few grey hairs, that's for sure. Especially this one.” She glanced over at Rumi, her tone softening. “She wouldn’t leave your side all night.”

Rumi straightened instantly, the tips of her ears flushing pink. “I—I was just making sure she was ok,” she muttered, looking down at her lap.

Celine’s lips curved into a knowing smile. “Mm. Of course.”

That earned her a quiet snort from (Y/n), small but genuine. The sound lightening the aura of the room slightly.

Her father, who had just been sitting there, hands folded, watching, let out a slow breath. His shoulders eased a little, and for the first time since he got here, he smiled. “She takes after her mom, worrying over everyone but herself.”

Celine glanced at him, but didn’t comment. She turned her attention back to (Y/n), her voice gentle again. “The doctors said your vitals are good. They want to keep you for observation a little longer, just to be safe.”

(Y/n) frowned slightly. “But I feel okay now.”

“I know,” Celine said, reaching to adjust the blanket over her legs. “But you scared them too. Let them keep an eye on you for a bit. No one’s in a rush.”

Rumi leaned forward, resting her chin on the arm of the bed. “You scared me too. You should’ve seen the way Celine acted. I thought she was gonna punch someone.”

Celine shot her a mock glare. “Rumi.”

That actually drew a laugh from (Y/n), fragile, breathy, but real.

Her father’s expression softened again as he watched the three of them. the way Celine’s hand rested protectively on (Y/n)’s wrist, how Rumi’s teasing made her smile. He didn’t interrupt, just sat there and let the warmth of the moment envelop them. But he couldn’t help the ache that clung to his chest.

Celine glanced at (Y/n) once more, her tone quiet but firm. “Well you’re safe now. That’s all that matters.”

(Y/n) nodded, her eyes heavy but peaceful. “Yeah… it’s nice. Just being here with you guys.”

For the first time in what felt like forever, the room felt like home.

***

For a while after that, no one spoke. The machines hummed softly, rain tapped faintly against the window, and the fluorescent lights buzzed overhead. .

(Y/n)’s hand rested loosely in her lap as she resisted the urge to pick at the IV in her arm. A wave of exhaustion had washed over her and the IV was making it difficult to be comfortable. Celine stayed beside her, one hand lightly tracing circles over the blanket, more to comfort herself than anyone else. Rumi had finally started to relax too, slumped against the side of the bed.

Her father had stayed quiet throughout it all. He stood near the window, watching the clouds drift outside as the dark sky turned into a soft dusty lavender.

He looked back at his daughter who was now semi cuddled up to the other girl with purple hair. She looked exhausted.

“I should… let the doctors know she’s awake.” His voice was curt and rough.

Celine looked up, her tone gentle. “They’ll be relieved. She’s been the talk of the floor.”

He nodded, a faint, humorless smile tugging at his lips. “Yes. I can imagine.”

He turned to his daughter, stepping closer to the bed. “I’ll be right back, sweetheart. I promise.”

(Y/n) blinked up at him, still hazy but alert. “You’re not leaving, right?”

He froze, the question stung more than she probably meant for it to. He didn’t turn his body, only his head as she spoke over his shoulder. “No. I’m not leaving. Not again.”

Celine’s gaze flickered between them with a quiet ache she tried not to let show.

Rumi, watching from where her head was placed on (y/n)’s shoulder, looked away, her thumb rubbing against her knuckles.

Mr. (L/n) stood after a moment and straightened his jacket. “I’ll go find the doctor. You two stay with her.”

He opened the door, his hand pausing on the frame for just a heartbeat before he left. The door clicked softly shut behind him, leaving the room tense.

(Y/n) sighed, sinking deeper into the pillows. “He looks tired…”

Celine brushed a hand along her arm. “He is. He’s been running himself ragged trying to help you.”

Rumi looked up at that, a faint frown tugging her mouth. “Maybe he should’ve stayed and helped her here instead.”

“Rumi,” Celine warned softly, but there was no real anger in it. Because in reality Rumi was just saying what she herself also thought.

Like mother like daughter I guess.

(Y/n)’s eyes closed, her lips curving into a faint, bittersweet smile. “I think he’s trying. In his own way.”

Celine’s gaze softened at her words. “He is. He just doesn’t always know what to do.”

Looking through the glass panel in the door, Celine saw (f/n) speaking quietly with the doctor. His hand running through his hair, shoulders tense. After a few moments, he nodded at whatever the doctor said and started back toward the door, a new look of determination in his face.

She quickly turned her attention back to the two girls.

He stopped at the door, watching the three of them for a moment. his daughter, pale but smiling faintly between her teacher and her best friend.

Then, he opened the door. Only peaking his head in and called.

“Celine,” his voice came, curt and firm. “we need to talk.”

Celine looked up slowly. Her eyes flicked to (Y/n), who met her gaze with a faint, puzzled look, and to Rumi, who gave her a slightly nervous look.

“Alright,” Celine said, rising to her feet calmly. She rested a reassuring hand on (Y/n)’s shoulder. “I’ll be right back, girls”

Together the two adults stepped into the hallway, the air colder out here the hospital filled the silence.

“As soon as she’s stable enough, I’m taking her to America.”

The words hit like a slap.

Celine folded her arms slowly, her tone controlled but cold. “You’re doing what?”

“She nearly died, Celine!” he snapped, his voice shaking. “I won’t sit by and watch it happen again. There are specialists there. People who can help her.”

“Help her?” Celine’s voice rose, disbelief cracking through her composure. “You still don’t understand, do you? This isn’t something you can medicate or fix with machines. What’s happening to her is part of what she is. It’s her connection to the Honmoon. It’s ancient, we don’t understand it.”

“I don’t care what it is,” he said, pacing, grief boiling beneath his words. “I buried my wife because of this madness, and I refuse to bury my daughter too!”

“You think I don’t know that?” Celine snapped, stepping closer now, eyes burning. “You think I haven’t spent every day terrified that she’d end up like her mother? But while you’ve been off chasing god knows what, I’ve been here! watching her grow, keeping her safe, holding her hand when the pain came.”

He started first, voice strained. “Look, I can't thank you enough for everything you’ve done, Celine. But I think it’s time she came home with me.”

Celine’s arms crossed slowly. “Home? You mean the estate you’re barely in? Or whichever hotel you’re living out of this month?”

His jaw tightened. “You know I’ve been doing everything I can to find a cure. If there’s a chance—”

“And in the meantime,” Celine interrupted sharply, “who’s been here when she got bronchitis? When she stayed up all night studying until she passed out at the kitchen table? When she cried because her father was too busy to come for her eighth birthday? “

He flinched, but she didn’t stop.

“You’ve been gone while she’s been living a life right here. She doesn’t need a cure, she needs a father. She needs a family.”

He met her glare with one of his own. “I know that! You think I haven’t hated myself every day for missing it?” His voice cracked. “She’s all I have left of her mother.”

Celine’s eyes softened, but only for a moment. “Then treat her like she’s here now. not like she’s something you might. Loose.”

He fell silent, breathing hard, his hand trembling slightly at his side.

And then, Celine turned away before stopping, her voice lowering into something fierce and protective.

“Have you even asked her what she wants?”

He blinked, stunned, speechless.

Celine shook her head slowly. “Because I have. Every day. And what she’s always wanted. more than anything in the world. Was not a cure, or answers. It was for you to come home.”

She walked away down the hall a few feet before sighing. “I’m going to go get the girl's food.” Then she left.

When the hall had gone still, he groaned running his hands down his face before he wandered back toward the room but he couldn’t bring himself to go in. He turned his back to the wall and leaned his thoughts running wild through his head only to be interrupted at the sound of a soft voice.

Peaking through the glass he saw Rumi still sitting by his daughter's bedside, a blanket now wrapped around their shoulders, as they leaned against each other.

“(n/n)?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you want to hear a story?” she whispered, brushing a strand of hair from (Y/n)’s face. “It’s about a tiger and a magpie and a dragon and a fox…”

He stood in the doorway, unmoving until he had to cover his mouth with one hand to keep from breaking apart.

He hadn’t heard that story in years. Not since his wife… Now, hearing it again, told in another voice, to the same child. He pressed his back harder against the wall and closed his eyes. The ache in his chest was unbearable, but beneath it, a small flicker of hope.

And for the first time in a long time, he didn’t feel so alone.

A/N: hey y’all! Sorry it’s been a minute a lot of things have happened and I’ve had no time to post but we’re back! I hope to post more!

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The price of light

Rumi x fem reader

Chapter 11: The rain wouldn’t stop.

Rumi couldn’t hear her own voice anymore, just the ringing in her ears. The sound of Celine’s commands, muffled by the hard thud of her heartbeat.

(Y/n) laid motionless on the floor, her skin the color of paper, her mouth chest and hand covered in a thick dark crimson. She couldn’t stop staring, she wanted to move to run to her friend but her feet felt like they had become led. Until she felt a firm grip on her wrist.

“Rumi, now! Call for help now!” Celine directed, breaking rumi from her frozen state. Immediately she stumbled backward, nearly tripping. Her hands fumbled for her phone, her fingers shaking as she tried to unlock the device. ‘Come on come on! why isn’t it unlocking?’ She asked, till finally she found her way to the key pad. She dialed in the number and waited until finally, the emergency operator answered.

“H–hello? Please, my friend, she just—she collapsed, she’s bleeding, she’s not waking up, please!” Her voice broke halfway through.

“It’s alright sweetheart I’m gonna need you to put the phone on speaker for me. Can you do that?” The woman on the other line spoke.

Rumi only nodded “y-yes.”

Quickly she dropped to her knees beside (y/n)’s motionless body and dropped the phone onto the floor before putting it on speaker. The words blurring as the operator began talking to Celine. She took (y/n)’s non bloody hand in her own and pressed her other hand to (Y/n)’s shoulder, not even sure what she was trying to do.

Celine was doing compressions now. counting under her breath trying to stay calm herself despite (y/n)’s blood on her, her face pale but determined. “Stay with me, (Y/n). Stay with me, sweetheart. Breathe.”

Rumi didn’t even realize she was crying until she felt it, warm tears hitting her hand.

She wasn’t sure how long they'd been there. It felt like ages to Rumi. But eventually the sirens came. The red lights filtering through the windows, sirens ringing in the air.

Before they knew it two paramedics burst through the door carrying a stretcher. One knelt beside (Y/n), taking over for Celine, while the other barked info into his radio.

“Female, teens, unconscious, shallow breathing, possible internal bleed—”

Celine moved back only when they told her to. Rumi couldn’t. She stayed crouched beside her best friend until a firm hand landed on her shoulder.

“Miss, we need room. Please.”

“But- no! I don’t want to leave her!”

“Rumi.” Celine’s voice came to her as she enveloped her in a tight hug from behind and pulled her away.

“No! No! Let me go!”

“Rumi! Let them help her.” At that she stopped allowing herself to be pulled away, her fingers shaking as she let go of (y/n)’s limp hand.

Celine’s grip grew tighter as they watched as she was lifted onto the stretcher. Not as they fitted the oxygen mask. The medics murmured things she didn’t understand.

BP dropping. Weak pulse. Move, now.

Then, as the ambulance pulled away, Rumi and Celine ran through the rain, jumped into Celine’s car, and sped after it.

The drive to the hospital was silent except for the wipers and the rain. Rumi stared out the window, gripping her seatbelt so tightly her knuckles turned white.

“She’s going to be okay,” she whispered to no one. “She’s going to be okay.”

Celine didn’t answer. Her jaw was clenched, eyes locked on the glowing tail-lights ahead.

By the time they were let into the hospital, it was past midnight.

The air smelled like antiseptic and rain. Machines beeped in a steady, artificial rhythm. They had to wait and Rumi could do nothing but stare at the fish tank that sat there and think. Celine said nothing only taking Rumi’s hand in hers and squeezing it tight.

None of this should have happened.

It felt like an eternity until a dr stepped out in scrubs slightly stained with red.

“Excuse me, are you here for miss (y/n) (l/n)?”

And with that the two were whisked away to her room.

Rumi stood in the doorway for a long time before she could make herself move.

(Y/n) looked fragile under the harsh white light. her skin pale, her lips colorless, wires and tubes tracing over her arms. Her chest rose and fell in slow, careful motion.

One she was absolutely grateful for.

Celine spoke quietly with the doctor nearby. only catching fragments of their conversation.

Internal hemorrhaging… Arrhythmia… long-term stress… the doctors couldn't figure out what the root cause was. But they knew.

She new.

“She’s stable,” the doctor said finally. “For now. We’d like to keep her here for observation.”

Celine nodded once, exhaustion dragging at her features. When she turned back to Rumi, her hands were still trembling.

“Comon” Celine tried putting on a brave face but Rumi knew better. “Let’s go keep her company. Together they took their seats, Rumi right next to her best friend and Celine as the foot of the bed.

Hours passed. The rain stopped. The world outside went quiet.

Celine eventually fell asleep.

But Rumi stayed awake, afraid that if she closed her eyes she would be gone. Slowly her fingers wrapped around (Y/n)’s cold hand.

“You scared us,” she whispered. “You don’t get to do that again, okay?”

But she was only met with the monitor’s soft beep in reply.

“I’ll take you anywhere when you wake up,” Rumi said. “The aquarium, the mountains, wherever you want. Just… wake up.”

She leaned forward until her forehead rested on (Y/n)’s arm, feeling the faint rhythm of her pulse beneath the skin.

She wasn’t sure how to think or feel about all of this.

But all she did know was: until (Y/n) opened her eyes again, she wasn’t leaving.

A/N: hello my loves! Sorry for the Delay but we have the next chapter! Woot woot! Pirate post of 2026, anyway I hope you enjoy and if you get the chance could you check out my Smiling critters fantasy au that would be awesome! Catch ya later!

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Fantasy Critters AU

I got inspired to write this AU and it's been super fun! Eatch of them have there own unique backstory and blessing gifted to them from the gods. Follow there journey as they find there way into the critter crew after a mysterious creature only known to them as "the prototype" starts attacking there homes with his red smoke. With twists and turns and a few mysterious characters along the way! I hope you enjoy! Let me if you want there backstories!

I will be adding art as I draw it

Prince Dogday the captain

Prince Catnap the second in command

Lady CraftyCorn the stratgist

Bobby Bearhug the tracker

Hoppy Hopscotch the former Assassin

KickinChicken the charming Rouge

Picky Piggy the Healer

Bubba Bubbaphant the Scholor

(Y/n) The Angel