My name is Brutus! I go by she | her and it | its. I am 21 years old, my birthday is May 24, and I am Atlantic Canadian.
This blog will mostly contain multifandom reader inserts that I write, some cross-posted from my ao3 account.
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Transformers
Witch Hat Atelier
Paused Writing For:
Dr. Stone
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✦ ── Send Me an Angel
by Real Life
...I happened upon it while writing Tamsy fanfiction and used it for the fic, but I find it extremely catchy and love to sing along.
✦ ── Honey Boy
by Purple Disco Machine (feat. Nile Rodgers & Shenseea)
...by a new favourite band of mine, there isn't really an attachment, just makes me want to dance.
✦ ── Tell It to My Heart
by Taylor Dayne
...i love to imagine myself skateboarding or rollerskating along a busy pier on a nice day while the plays in my headphones.
✦ ── Substitution
by Purple Disco Machine & Kungs (feat. Julian Perretta)
...genuinely just cant help but want to dance, the beats this band makes are so wonderful.
✦ ── Fernando
by ABBA
...apparently im in a dancing mood because most of these are just about dancing. i do lip sync to this one dramatically like the first song.
Tagging ── @silliestgoobber @psi-landy @the-silentium @anajellyc (im not sure which of my moots want to be tagged, sorry guys 😭)
Obviously going to write more Iguin x Reader but...
Iguin x Reader x Qifrey? I feel like those two are two sides of the same coin.
Reader who had their memory erased by the Knight Moralis
A brimmed hat who had their memory erased and was sent to Adanlee. They end up meeting and dating Qifrey, but they were once Iguins partner.
A non-witch who was stuck between the two, and after having their memory erased, picks the 'wrong' choice (perhaps the one that betrayed them before, but they dont rmember).
A pointed cap who had fallen for Qifrey but, after discovering their memory had been erased and he was lying to them, joins Iguins side in the brimmed caps.
Reader who hates magic
And both are trying to sway them to their side, but Reader is just way too stubborn to enjoy any of it.
Reader who joins the Knights Moralis
Who knew them both for a long time, who knows so many of their secrets, and is now supposed to enforce the code (and maybe doesn't report sightings or conversations with Iguin, or that Qifrey is hunting the brimmed caps).
Obviously going to write more Iguin x Reader but...
Iguin x Reader x Qifrey? I feel like those two are two sides of the same coin.
Reader who had their memory erased by the Knight Moralis
A brimmed hat who had their memory erased and was sent to Adanlee. They end up meeting and dating Qifrey, but they were once Iguins partner.
A non-witch who was stuck between the two, and after having their memory erased, picks the 'wrong' choice (perhaps the one that betrayed them before, but they dont rmember).
A pointed cap who had fallen for Qifrey but, after discovering their memory had been erased and he was lying to them, joins Iguins side in the brimmed caps.
Reader who hates magic
And both are trying to sway them to their side, but Reader is just way too stubborn to enjoy any of it.
Reader who joins the Knights Moralis
Who knew them both for a long time, who knows so many of their secrets, and is now supposed to enforce the code (and maybe doesn't report sightings or conversations with Iguin, or that Qifrey is hunting the brimmed caps).
Hi dear, I saw you complaining that not many people are requesting Iguin pairings, so I wanted to suggest an Iguin x f Reader story. It would be a love story where Reader helped Iguin when he was injured during a storm, and then Iguin fell in love with Reader. Would that be alright? You have every right to refuse, my dear! (✿^‿^)
Outsiders [Iguin X Reader]
In which a non-witch, spending her time in solitude by the margins of the Forest of Thristas, happens upon a witch in need of her help.
Reader is ── Female | Non-witch
Story is ── Romantic | Oneshot | 2.6k words
Warnings ── N/A
Song ── Take My Hand by Matt Berry
Along the horizon, past hills of tall, wind-swept grass, you could see where the blue sky became blanketed by grand, darkened clouds. The haze below them signalled rain, and the visibility beyond that cloak of water was minimal.
That wasn't the only storm brewing. Something felt uneasy.
The cabin you called home was right between the open plains and the Forest of Thristas. It was the only non-mountainous part of the ring that separated the canopy of decaying Silverwood from the rest of the peninsula and the main passage which animals, humans, and occasional witches used.
No one should be in the forest, and yet, you had this sinking feeling someone had passed your gates right into its murky maw.
An inkling wasn't good enough grounds to endanger yourself, especially not with the encroaching gales.
But if someone were out there, you were their only hope.
A quick look, just to ease your conscience.
Your shawl was thrown over hastily. A compass clutched in one hand and the trusty lantern that had seen you through the misty forest so many times before in the other.
"Not sure if I'd rather be right or wrong." Muttering to yourself as you began entry through the treeline, the wind nearly snatched your shawl straight from your shoulders. The storm would be upon the forest in the next hour, if not sooner. You would have to beat it.
It was only a few paces down the trail you'd beaten out from years of travel that a feather caught your eye.
Pure black, pearlescent sheen…nothing native to these parts. The effects of the decaying Silverwood trees poisoning any water and soil in their rotting graveyard caused most wildlife to avoid the forest. Not only that, but a quick examination of the feather revealed holes in the calamus, some filled with broken thread.
The feather belonged to a clothing article. Someone was most definitely present.
"Hello? If you can hear me…it's unsafe to be out here. A storm is coming!" There was no echo within the woods; the silt below your feet was already enough to absorb sound.
For a moment all you picked up on was the squelch of each step you took and the whistling of wind as it forced its way through branches.
And then a faint cough.
You stopped, cupping the back of your ears to try and hear any better over the wind.
Another cough, somewhere to your left. More like a choked gasp for air than anything else.
Pushing through the thicker brush of the off-trail, it only took a few paces to find a hunched-over figure, a mask obscuring their face and hand held close to what you would assume was their mouth.
"Are you okay? Do you need help?" Shoving your compass into your pocket, you reached out a hand.
The coughing got worse, this time jolting them enough to reveal their black-stained hands. They reached out, and you closed the distance by firmly taking hold of their calloused hand.
"I'm sorry, there's a storm coming, and we have to go. Can you still breathe? I can help you better when we're home." You squeezed their hand, and they squeezed back. You caught a nod, dramatized by the pointed cap on their head. The texture of the ink on their hand told you it was crude woodcruor, and if you had to guess, they'd gone and gotten themselves poisoned.
When you pulled, they kept pace with you, steps surprisingly well-footed and cautious despite their illness.
That was good, because the clouds were overhead and small droplets of water were already starting to fall. The two of you were lucky enough to make it under the roofed porch of your home moments before the downpour hit, safely inside the warmth of your home by the time the thunder rumbled overhead.
"Come now…" Pulling a chair out from the table, you urged them to sit and reached for their cloak.
The fabric was heavy, likely worsened by taking in some of the rain. You hooked it onto your coat tree in the meantime, turning back to the stranger.
"Did you ingest some of it? The woodcruor? It's poisonous to us humans—and witches, you know." Though you were frustrated with their actions, you needed to be far more focused on their survival. You brought a glass of water to them, ready to remove their mask to help them drink, only for their hand to grab your wrist.
They opened their mouth to talk, though a cough bringing more black ink to the corners of their mouth stopped them. Instead, they shook their head.
"You don't want to show your face? But—" You bit your tongue.
Witches worked in mysterious ways. But witch or not, you wouldn't want to cross any boundaries and cause mistrust.
"Here, just…" You moved their hand to the glass, making sure they were holding it tight before turning around. "Drink it and I won't look, okay? I'll get a cloth to help you clean up."
Striding back to the sink, you got the stove going under the kettle and grabbed a clean wooden bowl.
While the water boiled, you searched your cabinets, grabbing a large jar of powdered herbs made exactly for this situation. You were the frontline of the forest, and it'd be stupid not to have a remedy for woodcruor on hand at all times.
"That water is just to dilute whatever is already in you. I'm making medicine right now, though. That'll stop the coughing and hopefully stop any serious symptoms." Your hands worked, fast, pouring the boiling water over a paper liner filled with the herbs. Just enough to get the essence out. The other half of the cup was filled with fresh milk.
"I'm turning back around."
"Okay." Their voice was raspy, but you were pleased they could at least manage a word.
Taking the water from them, you replaced it with the steaming mug. They held it with both hands, enjoying the warmth soaking into their frigid fingers.
"It's like milk tea. The milk will help soothe the burning sensation and further dilute the woodcruor. The mixed herb tea is full of ingredients that directly neutralize its poisonous effects." You were going to turn around to give them privacy, though they brought the cup to their lips before you could.
Pale skin showed through the tassels falling from the eye of the mask. They looked to be about your age, but you couldn't discern much else from the glimpse.
"I was lucky you found me, wasn't I?" They sounded a whole lot better, the warm drink doing wonders for them. Your shoulders finally lost their tension, relieved they were likely to make a full recovery.
"Yes, very." Pulling a freshly washed cloth from a drawer, you mixed some of the boiled water with cold water until it came to a nice, warm temperature. "I don't know how you witches function, but there was no good reason for you to be out there alone."
Pushing the cloth into the water, you let it soak as you brought the bowl to the table, pulling a chair out in front of them.
Iguin watched you, though you couldn't tell, as you wrung the cloth of as much water as possible. Not just water, they noticed. There were bubbles of something oil-based on the surface.
"Could I see one of your hands, please?" You held yours out, unstained and skin soft enough to tell them you were no one magical. They relented, holding the cup in one hand and letting you guide the other towards the bowl.
The cloth passed over their palm, oil and water wetting the skin it passed over. At first it looked as though nothing had happened, but as the water began to evaporate and the oil permeated into the skin, the ink began to lift. Each pass of the cloth brought more ink out, slowly staining the clean water with a purple-black wash.
Their hands were stain-free for the first time in forever.
When they finished the tea, they offered you their other hand, which you gave the same treatment. Not only were their hands pristine, but the oil and gentle scrubbing of the cloth fibres softened their skin.
"I've never seen them so clean." They brought their hands close to their mask, observing them.
"Well. I'm glad I did a good job! Unfortunately I can't pull the stain from the nails. Keratin is a whole other ordeal." You got up, bringing the dishes and cloth to the sink to clean everything up.
Iguin remained seated, watching your back as you moved along.
From what they could gather, you thought they were some kind of novice witch. The thought was amusing, and they enjoyed playing along. Had you not been so entertaining, they might not have remained so docile.
Well, they were somewhat glad to have managed their temper. You'd genuinely managed to delight them with your kind gestures.
"You can stay here tonight. Between the storm and your state, I just wouldn't feel right sending you out there." They hummed, tilting their head to the side. If they wanted to leave, they could just stand up and teleport. Make you forget everything, too.
But the idea of playing dollhouse was too endearing.
Their gaze followed curiously when you reached back for their cape, folding it over your arm and passing them to open a set of stained glass doors. You opened both, whispering a brief 'ta-dah!' under your breath.
On the other side was a living room, walls lined with shelves of all sorts of books and scripts. There was a fireplace on the back wall, lit up in a humble flame.
When you urged them to follow, they stood up from the chair to join you. There was a grand wooden desk with all sorts of bottled ink and papers you'd clearly been writing on, all comfortably situated below a large window overlooking the divide between the forest and the plains.
"This is where I spend most of my time. And where you'll be sleeping."
A velvet couch faced the fireplace, with several quilts thrown over the back and arms of it and enough throw cushions to last several lifetimes. There was an armchair at its side, facing towards the coffee table between them and the fire. Most of the colours in the room were different, and yet each was complementary.
"I hope the couch is okay. I'll set you up with some proper linen…" As you spoke, you sorted the cushions and removed some of the quilts, tossing them onto the armchair to make more room.
"That would be appreciated. Thank you kindly." Iguin gave a curt bow, a laugh bubbling out of you in reply.
"Too formal! Much too formal! This is what I'm here for, technically." Sitting on the border. You were technically employed to stay here and keep watch. Not dissimilar from a lighthouse keeper or fire watcher. "I've done this before. Dealt with poisonings."
You sat on the armchair, pulling their cape over your lap as you held a needle and thread in the other.
"And I do have a guest room for these sorts of things. It's just—well, the last person who stayed here was an apprentice. A spell went awry…and, well, I'm still repairing what's left of the room." Iguin let you speak, watching as you mended a few of the holes in their cape.
You hadn't been asked, and yet you did it as if it were the only sensible thing to do.
The witch sat down on the couch, hands grazing the velvet fabric of the sofa cushions. They watched you closely as your hands made quick stitches along areas torn by their time in the woods.
"Magic sure has a tendency to bring about destruction, even when it doesn't mean to, doesn't it?" You spoke it so casually, and yet the smile on your face said you weren't upset with that.
"I would argue magic has always been destructive, a vibrant chaos which we use as a tool to do our bidding." Iguin leaned forward, a lilt to their voice that was nearly too obvious about their playful nature.
You pulled a thicker thread through the already hole-punched feather you found, attaching it to its original home along the collar of the cloak.
"Well, I suppose so." You cut the thread, taking the ends into your hands to begin a knot. "That's why I am glad witches go through such rigorous testing."
"Makes sense it's so guarded. Or at least, I'm glad it is. If anyone could use magic…" The knot was pulled tight, securing the feather in place. Grabbing a match from its box, you struck it alight to use its fire to singe the edges of the thread until nothing stuck out.
Iguin reached over, pinching the match flame with their own two fingers until it was smothered out.
You slapped their wrist.
"Be careful! You could burn yourself!" A sigh escaped your lips, playfully tossing the cape at them. They caught it, holding it out to admire your repairs.
"I could have done it with magic. Save you the effort." The stitching was near perfect but still left an obvious line. They caught your frown from the corner of their eye.
Right. You hadn't thought to consider your repair was crude compared to what magic could muster.
"But I do prefer it this way."
When their head tilted your way, you were able to catch a glimpse at their smile.
You couldn't help but smile back. It was reassuring to see that they were doing okay now and that you'd been able to find them before the storm. Having company out here wasn't so bad, even if you tended to enjoy time alone.
Hell, nobody that lived all the way out here wouldn't be a fan of being alone.
"Well, I'll leave you to rest. If you need anything, I'll be in my room. Bathroom is that door by the entrance we came in." Pulling yourself from the armrest with a stretch and an exaggerated inhale, you gathered your sewing supplies to put them away.
"Feel free to explore the shelves if you can't sleep, too." You were closing one of the doors, moments from closing the other before you peeked back in at them.
"Sleep well, strange witch!"
The door closed, leaving Iguin alone in the living room.
They were able to hear you in the kitchen for a moment, blowing out candles and ensuring the front door was locked. You only left when they could see all the lights had gone out on the other side of the glass, presumably to your room to sleep.
Iguin pulled the pointed hat from their head, lying back into the comfort of the cushions.
Their breath evened, relaxing to the ambient sound of rain and the fire crackling.
"I brought you those linens I mentioned—" They immediately jolted, slamming a cushion over their face so you wouldn't see it. The sudden movement brought on a coughing fit from the poison they'd already forgotten.
"I'm so sorry! I didn't see anything! I'll leave it by the door—so, so incredibly sorry!" You nearly slammed the door shut this time, the rushed footsteps back down the hall signalling your retreat.
Iguin's sigh eventually turned into a low laugh.
'Goodnight, strange girl.'
Author's Note ── Honestly I am more in a state of 'I want others to write this character, too' just because it is sooo hard to personify someone who, despite being a main character, has revealed so little of their identity and personality.
This could be viewed as a prequel to my other work about them, Cognitive Dissonance.
For the longest time I put off having taglists, but it has been highly requested, and I know it makes life easier for Readers!
In addition, I have gotten a lot of requests for some anonymous way to provide feedback and requests for specific fandoms, so I put a form here for that, too!
You can still do these the old fashioned way, by commenting or dmming, this is just a more 'organized' approach.
Taglist Requesting
Want to be tagged on specific works? How about specific characters? You can do that now! Just fill out the following:
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Feedback Form
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Reblog game! Reblog with something that's normal in your country that isn't in others.
In Greece it's practically normal to walk on the side of the road, and also to jaywalk. Yes, I also mean walking in the middle of the road, but only in small/not busy towns. Though, it's safer and more usual to see people walking on the side of the road instead.
Basic rules under cut! Please read.
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Keep it SFW
If someone has been tagged in this, they don't HAVE to respond! Especially if they don't want to/they're uncomfortable, or if where they're from is not common knoweldge. This chain is entirely optional, and just for fun.
Please reblog from the most recent reblog (go to reblogs -> see all reblogs -> reblogs with comments and tags -> the first in the list) to keep the chain going.
If someone has reblogged with the country you're from, you can reblog with a country you're related to (e.g. you partially grew up there, your parents are from there, but NOT if you simply travelled there). Or you could just not participate at all, which is aokay!
If you're American, you can speak for your state. If you don't want to specify the state you live in, you could just say "In my state it's normal to..."! So don't worry ^^
You should not, and CAN NOT, force people to a) say their state and b) join the chain. That's just plain rude; free will exists, and also it is important to note that privacy is important.
Tagging some people to get started!!
@actuallyvee @cyrisinacrisis @randomfrenchnerd @themostmayonnaise @bugginwithsif @goobermikusstuff @mexagirlish @aster-spring-fell @thetransgenderprideworm @atsecretgardensinmymind @nothoughtsatall @chaos-triangle @beanzdabean @bichitodeluz83 @stellar-nyx @dr4g0nwh1sk3rs
I genuinely got this idea when walking (yes, on the road) back home from the supermarket. I'm finally starting a chain!! and not just continuing/getting tagged in one! Hooray!!!
If you got tagged about 5 minutes ago (or a few seconds ago) in a post that now cannot be found, it's because I accidentally posted this on @/bl3lley-rblgs instead of my main blog. I apologize for that T^T
in Virginia it’s legal to pick Apples from trees. Didn’t know this until I asked. ALSO legal to to keep guns but that’s everywhere :P
okay taggies
@yourfavoritemartianfan @spookthelilguy @doicreep-youout @ieatbirthdaycakes @lagatosvoladores @ebi-heartsalltheway @stupidsillykoko @belltothethirdpower <- we are sadly not mutuals but I consider you to be one @purgetheroots @silliestgoobber @tulacan29
It is considered standard to thank the bus driver when exiting. You usually scream it so they can hear you if you go out the back doors, too. It is considered rude to say nothing, especially if it isnt a busy bus.
In which someone considered an unknowing is constantly blessed with the company of a witch, though she seems to forget just how many times they've met before.
Reader is ── Female | Non-witch
Story is ── Romantic | Oneshot | 1.6k words
Warnings ── Devotion leaning into obsession | Reader actively has her memory adjusted
Song ── CHIHIRO by Billie Eilish
Wind rattled the pane of the window in its socket, adding to the static racket of rain as it hit the metal roof.
Living in the hills outside of the town was nice when the weather was forgiving, but with no city walls to protect you from the torrential downpour, your home was forced to take the brunt of nature's rage.
You were lucky that you loved storms. Anyone else might have been afraid the house would blow away, but you were too busy thinking about what good the rain would do for your garden. Oh! And the rain barrels would be full, which meant you wouldn't have to go to the river for at least a quarter moon!
Striking the match along the abrasive strip, you quickly used it to light a candle and tossed the rest of the match into the hearth. The flame exploded into a flurry of sparks the moment it met the bundle of wool and wood shavings serving as kindle between the logs.
There was an additional serenity that came with storms. No one expected you to leave your home in this weather. You could stay in and take a moment to yourself.
Knock knock.
The sound of thunder rumbled through your bones, the sound expected after the bright flash of light filled the living room. It was so loud you were almost certain it could have been roaring right at your—
Knock! Knock!
This time you were certain of it, turning to the door, which was fighting against the wind and its locks.
Someone was outside? In all this rain?
Pulling the quilt from your lap, you were quick to push off of the couch, rushing to the door. If someone had come from town, then it must have been an emergency, or someone had gotten lost, and your home was the only shelter for kilometers.
The moment you unlocked the door, it swung open, forced by the wind, which hit hard enough to steal your breath.
The rain was practically sidewise, hitting your skin through the door.
No one was there.
Wasting no more time in an attempt to prevent your house from earning itself a puddle, you pushed the door back using your entire body weight until the lock slid back into its holster.
"That was rather pointless…" Your voice trailed off, looking down at your—now soaked—legs.
"I wouldn't say so." A voice from behind you pulled a scream from your throat, immediately turning to press you back against the door.
Someone stood not a meter away from you. A brimmed hat on their head and tasseled eye hiding their visage. The feathered cape hanging off their shoulders was ever strange, though the fact that they were perfectly dry was stranger.
"Who are…How did…" Something in your head felt heavy, and your heart was beating so fast you were certain it couldn't be healthy. "Iguin? You're home already?"
Behind the tassels, a smile grew, their arms opening to accept you into a hug. All the heavy fabric they wore was like a comforting blanket you just wanted to sink into. They were warm, too. So warm you didn't notice your wet clothes were suddenly dry.
"It's hard to stay away for long." Their head cocked to the side, letting your hand smooth along their jaw to cup their face.
"Had I known you'd be back, I would have made dinner or tidied up at the very least." Letting go of you once you started to part from the embrace, they watched as you opened the kitchen cabinets, searching through what you had available.
"No need to worry about such things, my darling. I stopped to eat right before I arrived." Right as you were about to point, they reached into their cape. "And of course I brought you something, too."
Unwrapping the parchment paper in their hands revealed a powdered-sugar-dusted pastry, which rapidly caught your attention.
The way you practically bounced back towards them was a treat in and of itself. Your eagerness in something as simple as baked flour and yeast comes from a kind of innocence the witch lacked. Something they wanted to just bottle up and keep all to themself.
Though, one could argue they were already doing that.
"Can we have it now?"
"There is no 'we.'" Iguin set the wrapped pastry into your hands, closing your fingers around it and sealing it with a kiss on the back of your hand. The fabric tassels tickled your knuckles, leaving your cheeks rosy.
"Please, Iguin! I shouldn't have this all to myself. Pastries are a delicacy." Your hesitance to accept the gift was shown with how you kept your hands extended, not yet accepting the treat as your own.
"It is truly the least I could do. You earned it for being so patient, didn't you?" This time they turned away, pulling the cape from their shoulders as they neared the couch by the fireplace.
Watching them shrug off all that fabric truly changed their appearance. It was so bulky that it broadened their shoulders and gave them a far more intimidating appearance than they needed. After all, your Iguin was nothing short of a sweetheart.
"I suppose...Thank you." Bringing the sweet along with you, you found your spot on the sofa, shuffling until you were comfortable on the cushions. Their weight on the other side made everything sit perfectly.
"Ouph." The air escaped you when they blanketed their cape over you, nearly drowning you in the feathers along the neckline. You laughed between blowing the feathers away from your mouth. "I might boil between this and the fireplace."
"I sure hope not. Whatever would I do then?" You could hear the smile in their words, prompting you to kick a foot at them. They caught your ankle before you made any contact, to which you begrudgingly pulled your leg back with a huff.
Underneath, you were able to grade your hands along the inner lining of the cape, feeling the ribs and ripples of corduroy.
It smelled like them. Old books, crisp air, and metallic ink. It was heavy, so heavy you weren't sure why they chose to wear it all the time. It seemed like more of a pain than anything.
"I can barely move, you know." You slowly hid your face in the folds of fabric, muffling the end of your sentence. In some way you were trying to prove that your words were only playful.
"Perhaps I put it there so you couldn't escape, hm?" Iguin chuckled as they lifted a book from the side table, flipping back to where they'd left off.
You remained silent for a moment, watching them with a gaze of fondness.
"I wouldn't run from you, Iguin."
The witch paused their reading.
"Is that so?" Though they tried to play off the effect of your words, it took them a noticeable moment to get back to reading.
That heft of the cape had become a comfort. Like layers of fabric holding you down to your bed, begging you to stay in their hold and drift off to sleep. The rain had become background noise, mixing with the crackle and pop of the fireplace. Your partner was by your side, a book already propped open in one hand while their other rested in reach of you.
It wasn't worth fighting back the weight of your eyelids, which lowered with the slipping of your consciousness. You were fast asleep in no time, curled up below the cape with the parchment-wrapped pastry still cocooned in your hands.
The book closed with the tensing of their fingers, placed on the side table so they could lean over your resting form.
"Pulchritudinous. Beyond compare." Iguin hummed, their voice lower than a whisper in fear of waking their beloved.
Seeing you bundled under their clothing was such an endearing sight. While they hadn't planned on staying here long, it felt too cruel to take the comfort away from you now.
It was only when the fire began to die out and darkness sunk into the room that they finally took the chance to move you. Not in any way detectable; you were on the couch one moment and on your bed the next. Their cape was replaced with two of the larger quilts available, and your treat was left on the coffee table for tomorrow.
Iguin remained a moment longer, floating over your chest, listening to your light breathing and occasional shuffling.
Leaving paradise with you meant going back to their busy schedule on the peninsula. Back to the real world, where plans were quickly unfolding and they could only keep time waiting so long.
One last kiss, pressed to your temple, and they were gone in a cloud of thick black smoke.
Their thumb pressed the cork back into the top of the globe, re-inscribing the seal that protected it from breaking.
Inside was your cabin, miniature and protected, the fake rain having settled since they'd kept the globe still for so long during their visit. You were safe in there, where no one could find or save you.
Iguin gave the orb a gentle shake, stirring up the crystals that form the rain, restarting the cycle of rain befalling your home. You'd have no reason to leave so long as the storm raged.
"Sleep well, lover." They kissed the side of the globe as one last sign of admiration and slipped it back into the corduroy-lined pocket of their cape.
Author's Note ── No one asked for this but I wanted it, so...yknow. It is so hard writing for a character that I both adore and know so little about. I really hope we see more Iguin in the manga.
I did not convey my idea well,,,but basically Reader has a seal hidden on her that makes her forget Iguin when she isnt percieving them in some way. And they keeps her in a snow rainglobe that always remains on their person. A globe with a neverending storm on loop so she never thinks to leave. Yehaw.
I have! To be entirely honest I heard of it because of Revel. I fear it is impossible to be apart of the Transformers reader insert sphere without seeing what Revel is getting up to!
I'm interested, but I am unsure if I should watch it. I'm trying to feel out its audience/what it compares to (ex: more like Prime? Animated? RID? G1?) before I get into watching it!
On a side note I did just see Pacific Rim for the first time. Can confirm I love giant robots.
Hi dear Author-nim, I just wanted to tell you, that you are really, REALLY good writer and I fell in love with your work with Gachiakuta "Apathy v empathy".
So, what I wanted to tell is, I hope you are alright and healthy and I really want to read all your works, because reading your AVE really bring me a lot of emotions, I swear I never smiled so big I swear recently, I didn't read nothing so good.
So, ily and your work and also sorry for my English, not my best language
Hello, Anon!
Thank you so much! It is very flattering that you liked my writing. Apathy V Empathy is one of my favourite things I have written as of late.
Your English is amazing. Thank you for going out of the way to say something so nice. It encourages me to write more! (Yes, treats and compliments are the way to Brutus' heart.)
I hope you enjoy my other works and that we cross paths again, Anon!
