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(w8)(4)(me) (i'm coming with you) // a multi-fandom multi-muse featuring the following fandoms: Deltarune, Adventure Time, Gravity Falls, Stardew Valley, Starkid, Mario Franchise, Popee the Performer, original characters (Élodie Leroux)
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I'm still planning on being on hiatus for a little while longer. My discord is available if you'd like to talk there, but I have very little free time or motivation to write anything at the moment. Sorry for keeping everyone waiting. My discord is loremcatsum
I started taking new medication that is making me have really weird dreams, and last night, I dreamt that Kris was the Roaring Knight, and the heartbreak and betrayal from the rest of the cast was palpable. So do with this information what you must...
Small hiatus
Nevermind keeping the hiatus for now, sorry fellas. Work has me beat
"If I were king, I would lock the ice cream in the freezer to keep it away from Bad Dads AND let my Beautiful Boys (gender neutral) eat it whenever they please!"
Current muse list (based on activity)
High activity muses (I want to interact!)
Kris Dreemurr
Ralsei
Dipper Pines
Medium activity muses (I might interact!)
Ice King
Popee
Stanford Pines
Stanley Pines
Roulx Kaard (unfortunately)
Low/sporadic activity muses (I won't be likely to interact unless requested or we have an ongoing thread/may interact sporadically)
Mabel Pines
Papyrus
Simon Petrikov
Spamton (unfortunately)
Ragatha
Luigi
Starkid muses: Paul, Pokey, wtf the attorney guy whose name escapes me suddenly, Grace
Test muses (secret)
Lancer :3c I love him
Queen :3c I love her
Her name is Noelle, I had a dream about her
In the HATSUNE MIKU?! voice: Carol Holiday?!
Muses you have asked for :3 (feel free to request)
Toadsworth (currently only writing for Pri)
why does everyone want their DAD
Small hiatus
DID YOU KNOW THAT MICE WILL ONLY SQUEEK WHEN SQUOKEN TOO
I'm curious: How do y'all read my user name?
Emergency commissions
TW for mention of death, cancer, and funerals
If you want to contact me, you can send me a dm here (or an ask if we're not mutuals) with your discord and I'll send you a friend request
The help we asked for was rejected so I'm reblogging this again because I really need commissions.
Aiden's a really talented artist and has drawn a lot of Greed for me, as well as a Gracia commission. I definitely recommend a commission.
"Make sure to kiss your knuckles before you punch me in the face."
🙂 How are you, mun?
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I'm okay! Thanks for asking! I've been really busy irl with work and helping my new roommate settle in, so I haven't been writing as much as I want to. I've also been excited for art fight this year, I hope to draw more than I did last year but we'll see :p
In fairness, Hana hadn't planned on falling asleep. But the trip here took nearly all day, and he felt utterly exhausted when he'd met up with her, carrying little more than a backpack full of his personal belongings. They sat down together, Hana mentioning something about making dinner as a thanks for hosting him, and then promptly dozed off instead.
He slept quietly, arms crossed and expression soft, seeming less like a terror than he did when he was awake, and he stayed like that for several hours.
When he woke, he lifted his head and made a little noise, seemingly confused to see her there.
His stomach growled. Without much warning, he got up with a huff, feeling the slightest twinge of embarrassment for falling asleep so easily, and announced that he was making dinner now. @timidblues from here
She knew that his trip was long, and that he was tired, so when he arrived to his destination― she carried the rest of his belongings, leading her to her home.
It didn't take him long to sit down on her couch, the blonde offering him a drink to make sure he was properly hydrated. The offer to make her dinner was politely declined at first, though since he seemed very adamant about it, she accepted.
Of course, she asked him about how his trip went, if he was feeling okay, but he was so fatigued that he ended up falling asleep in the middle of their conversation...
When she felt his head drop against her shoulder, she couldn't help but freeze up, looking his way before noticing he had dozed off. She held back a chuckle, staying there until he woke up again.
...Except he stayed there much longer than she thought. Thank god she had nothing important to do.
Feeling him squirm made her look his way, watching him lift his head from her shoulder and look confused before realizing what happened. She had to admit, his reaction was very funny, especially with the way he stood up so fast― but she held back her laugh for his sake.
All he saw was a soft smile, watching him walk to the kitchen before following him curiously. She wondered what he was going to make...
* So...got anything in mind for dinner? I made sure to go grocery shopping before you came!
How annoying. He hadn't expected to fall asleep so easily, nor had he expected her to follow him into the kitchen at his announcement of making dinner. He stood there in the unfamiliar space, eyes scanning the countertops, the stove and the oven, the contents of the fridge, the pots and pans. She had made an effort to stock up before his arrival, but he couldn't help but wish he was back home in his father's kitchen with the fresh vegetables and seafood and homemade sauces and spices tucked away lovingly, waiting to come together into something delicious and special.
It wasn't so much that she hadn't tried, it was simply that he wasn't grateful.
"Do you always stand so close to your guests?" He asks, washing his hands in the sink before grabbing what he needs: vegetables and a cutting board and a knife. He has cabbage that he shreads and sets aside, pork cutlets that are first dredged in egg, then flour, then bread crumbs, and fried until they are golden brown, sauce in a small bowl, and rice that boils on the stove. The house begins to smell lovely, and he seems content now that food will be eaten soon.
Content enough to finally answer her question. He leans against the counter with his arms crossed as the rice cooks to his left. "Tonkatsu," he says, "my late mother's recipe." He never met her, but all of her recipes were amazing, and he'd spend summers learning them to make for his family back in Japan. His father always ate this one with a strange look on his face, like he was remembering a time with his mother, and then told Hana that she had made it better like clockwork.
The memory seemed to annoy him.
The question seemed to take her aback, genuinely floored by the question as she blinked. What the hell was he saying that to her for? She already had been kind enough to host him, so why was he being rude?
Still, she couldn't help but to keep her anger inside, as he did offer to make dinner...and she didn't want to already start an argument when he had just arrived.
It was too late to say anything back now anyways, so she contented herself on watching him work, arms crossing together in a sort of self soothing manner. She had to admit though, as he started cooking, things were starting to smell really good.
At least he seemed to calm down after seeing that he did a good job with the food, the blonde perking up at his (late) answer. She seemed to get a little excited at the answer, grinning wide.
* Oh! I love tonkatsu!
She commented, watching the rice start to boil as she hummed to herself softly. The mention of her late mother made her look a little pensive, before she spoke again.
* Well, your mother definitely seems like she was really good at cooking...and it seems like you definitely got that from her, too! It smells amazing already!
The blonde grinned again, excitedly clapping her hands together. Part of her wanted to help him, but she knew that getting in his way would only annoy him further. Best case scenario was to stay at a distance like she was at the moment, and then they could eat together.
Maybe some small part of him reveled in the fact that he was needlessly cruel on purpose. He eyes her as everything is coming together, almost as if he's expecting some sort of pushback that never comes. When he is mean like this to Keita, the older man doesn't fight back, either. To him, they're on the same level; below him, at his feet. Not worthy of his niceness or sincerity, even though they've been nothing but kind themselves. That's your reward for kindness; apathy and cruelty.
But, he relents. He's hungry from the trip and doesn't want to fight on an empty stomach. He stirs the rice a few times before placing a lid on the pot, looking at the clock on the stove so that he can take it off in time and the rice will be perfect.
"I wouldn't know." He says, leaning against the countertop like he's bored, looking out the window. "I never met her." It isn't said out of profound sadness or longing, more like a passing thought. One he doesn't want to dwell on. There are more important things to do than think about the woman who left him with his father.
Like set the table.
He goes to the cupboards and begins to gather dishes; two plates, two cups, silverware (he complains briefly about her lack of chopsticks), and napkins.
Now all that's left to do is wait, let the food come together im harmony.
It doesn't take long. He turns off the stove, gives her a generous portion of rice, of meat that has been cut and drizzled with the sauce, and the vegetables on the side.
He sits down across from her and waits so that they can begin eating together, a small but meaningful habit. Perhaps there is a spark of kindness in his heart.
Drinking chocolate milk like a depressed dad in the middle of a messy divorce
*What? WHAT? WHAT? You want me to MOVE? Well that's TOUGH, buddy! I was here first!
Mad Dummy blocks the way....
"You won't pass? Who says I want to give up MY spot, huh? How about a little challenge then? Let's see how you stand up against my 'special move'."
"Hoooooo-aaaaaaaaaaaah-" Boku would begin to charge his Ki, as the walking parody would not be deterred by this Dummy. His grunts turning into yells of power as the universe threatened to bend to his will, the ground shaking intensely as it reached a crescendo for his 'special move', "HIUUYAAAAAAAAAH-HAH-AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!" Then a surge around him as he transformed into The Divine Simian Sage.
Reality warping around him with every step as he moved toward the Dummy with intent. Doing a cool, nonchalant pose with his arms crossed, he made a V gesture with his hand to the side, challenging them with his 'special move', "Rock-Paper-Scissors; winner take all. How about it? Or are you too scared, heh?" Boku wasn't the type to be a bully, so nothing would happen regardless of the response.
Mad Dummy looks this??? Human??? Up and down, still for a moment, as though they're surprised. But then... BUT THEN! It was almost as if a tea kettle pierced the air with a loud whistle, and Mad Dummy got angrier and angrier, practically glowing red. How dare they? HOW DARE THEY? Show them up, make them feel all crazy the way reality warped and bent, and then walk up and challenge them to a game of rock paper scissors like their threat meant nothing.
* Is that supposed to be funny?
The dummy spat, or they would if they had a mouth. Fluff flies out of ripping seams.
* A game? A GAME? With what arms?! Do you see any arms?! HEY! MINIONS! COME HERE AND BE MY ARMS SO I CAN SOCK THIS GUY!
Smaller dummies come out. They begin to form arms that do not appear to be very sturdy.
Mad Dummy has arms now...?
Baby Kris, pointing at Calypso on the TV, repeating after her every time she says, "fuck!"
