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In terms of funniness, I think it's irony when one character is losing sleep over grave matters while having a carefree/mischievous appearance and the other character is getting sleep over silly matters while having the appearance of self importance. This shit silly as hell.

Chuuya decides to bring up the topic since Nikolai's suddenly gone shy, "Hey, firework, I know you hate when we argue, so we solved the issue." Kudamono looks unimpressed, but pineapple always has that expression whenever they bring something up. "Custody," Nikolai supplies helpfully. "Am I staying with one parent for half of a year then?" "No, Nikolai's pregnant now," the mafioso explains, "You're getting a little sibling." The unimpressed look turns to judgment, scorn. There's an anger the two have only seen turned upon the scientists in that expression. Nikolai rushes to explain, "We're not trying to replace you. We just figured that if one of us always had a kid, we'd stop fussing about it. I know you get stressed when we're–" Shea throws a cup of liquid at the two of them but stops it millimeters away from his lailia. The younger man does not get the same mercy and receives the fruit mixture's splatter. "MY CODE 100100 MEANS 36 IN NORMAL NUMBERS, YOU STICKY ASS GROWN-UPS. I HAVE 35 OLDER SIBLINGS FROM YOU TWO, HALF OF WHICH ARE DEAD. YOU COULD'VE ASKED," they grit their teeth, "faggots." The adults don't know whether to be more shocked from the ire, the now clicking information, or the fact their child who never socializes with anyone but apples adopted siblings knows queer slurs. "We have what?"

Snippet from my Lab AU

Some backstory/summary: While I'm letting silly ship things happen and making these two gay, 100100 is fretting about the siblings shea knows shea has scattered around. It all blows up in feels when "Lailai" (Nikolai) and "Nana" (Chuuya) announce they're having a kid because they didn't really realize that the "disposed children" that Kudamono lamented about before meant that the kiddos could still be alive, and they didn't think to ask the 7~9 year old. Also, the kid uses the word as a way of saying "you guys only did something so stupid because you were busy being homosexual." (Fruit vaguely understands sexual attraction and mostly connects it with people doing uncharacteristic things because of their reproductive organs... scientific ah understanding due to strawberrys upbringing)

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Chuuya decides to bring up the topic since Nikolai's suddenly gone shy, "Hey, firework, I know you hate when we argue, so we solved the issue." Kudamono looks unimpressed, but pineapple always has that expression whenever they bring something up. "Custody," Nikolai supplies helpfully. "Am I staying with one parent for half of a year then?" "No, Nikolai's pregnant now," the mafioso explains, "You're getting a little sibling." The unimpressed look turns to judgment, scorn. There's an anger the two have only seen turned upon the scientists in that expression. Nikolai rushes to explain, "We're not trying to replace you. We just figured that if one of us always had a kid, we'd stop fussing about it. I know you get stressed when we're–" Shea throws a cup of liquid at the two of them but stops it millimeters away from his lailia. The younger man does not get the same mercy and receives the fruit mixture's splatter. "MY CODE 100100 MEANS 36 IN NORMAL NUMBERS, YOU STICKY ASS GROWN-UPS. I HAVE 35 OLDER SIBLINGS FROM YOU TWO, HALF OF WHICH ARE DEAD. YOU COULD'VE ASKED," they grit their teeth, "faggots." The adults don't know whether to be more shocked from the ire, the now clicking information, or the fact their child who never socializes with anyone but apples adopted siblings knows queer slurs. "We have what?"

Snippet from my Lab AU (WIP)

Some backstory/summary: While I'm letting silly ship things happen and making these two gay, 100100 is fretting about the siblings shea knows shea has scattered around. It all blows up in feels when "Lailai" (Nikolai) and "Nana" (Chuuya) announce they're having a kid because they didn't really realize that the "disposed children" that Kudamono lamented about before meant that the kiddos could still be alive, and they didn't think to ask the 7~9 year old. Also, the kid uses the word as a way of saying "you guys only did something so stupid because you were busy being homosexual." (Fruit vaguely understands sexual attraction and mostly connects it with people doing uncharacteristic things because of their reproductive organs... scientific ah understanding due to strawberrys upbringing)

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I put this on the wrong blog. Chile, anyways–

It's clicked! "What are you doing up here, little guy?" A voice echoes in her head. She doesn't know the voice. The sister to the glasses person has powers that can speak when she's not there. They might be her parent. "I'm finding a grown-up," 100100 replies simply and slips to the side, staring intently at the lock before they do. "You lied to me," they sound hurt. He shrugs, "You're probably a grown-up, and grown-ups put restraints on you whenever you tell the truth." A thoughtful silence—she carries on. Grown-ups are silly. They get big and puffy but never considered someone else exists. All the time. "If you tell me the real reason you're here, I'll tell you who I am." "Really?" He knows grown-ups will lie to anyone, so he plans to use the same amount of deception as he knows the average adult to show. This mystery voice doesn't know his personality yet though. He can fool him at least once if he's sharp and many times if he's not. "I promise." And I promise you're another tricky sticky grown-up. 100100 smiles, "I told you the reason already, so tell me." If they try to argue, I'm gonna know they're a sticky. They laugh loudly in her head. She doesn't appreciate it. "My name's Dazai Osamu." Their surname reminds the child of pudding when she gets to make it with her own hands. "That doesn't mean nothing," she points out. He hears their question noise and shrugs. "I don't know what that name means, so you didn't tell me who, really. Tell me something else." Maybe he is being a sticky kid, but shea doesn't care. Shea knows that a grown-up who breaks the rules to talk to a test subject was sticky long before she ever was. "What a saucy child…" Dazai muses, "I am also trapped in this facility like you." Why would he say someone climbing through vents without detection is trapped? "I'm not trapped, silly. I can just leave if I use my powers." "Ah, no, you couldn't. That's why I'm here." That perks his interest some more. "What does that mean?" "My ability cancels others out. They have me hooked up to a machine that stops a person from using their ability if they pass a certain area." "That must be sad. Being hooked up to a machine is very very sad. Only the sick kids have to do that." "I get to leave on weekends." "Can you take me?" "Absolute not." "I'm finished with the conversation." Adults are so annoying. Why do they think kids are?

Snippet from my Lab AU (WIP)

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Snippet from my Lab AU (WIP)

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404 is a fairly observant child. He can observe obvious things. He knows that he's supposed to be a girl all the time because he has the privates of a female, but the scientists don't actually care what he calls himself so long as he stops stressing them out. He knows that the children without abilities are shipped off. He knows that the kids who get into the most trouble are the most energetic. She can observe subtle things. She knows that she was a mistake only kept because her abilities manifested. She knows that the people who watch the cameras probably don't like the scientists because they never tell them when someone is getting into small mischief. She knows exactly which kids have broken the rules even if they disguise their heartbeats. They can observe hidden things. They know that the silly man in bandages who calls himself the janitor is hooked up to more devices than 010. They know that 01 really doesn't have an ability. They know the scientists don't know the full extent of everyone's powers or certain people would have more monitors and restraints. 404 isn't observant because they want to be. It just happens. She isn't chatty like some, but she can't call himself stoic. Nobody really wants to talk about his toys, so he doesn't talk. Quiet as they are, they have no reason to be near the center of attention. Therefore, they end up on the outskirts, watching. They really really do wish someone would ask about their toys. The toys make fire and shoot pieces everywhere when they want them to. He thinks that's very cool.

Snippet from my Lab AU (WIP)

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Snippet from my BSD Lab AU (unposted)

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Snippet of an incomplete fanfic

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To put it simply, Mumei was a weird and borderline horrible mafioso. Any orders they were given were executed in the most awkward fashion possible, making even their supervisors not want to watch. The task got done, but it was done so convolutedly while taken literally that people who didn't work anywhere near them heard tales of the solutions they came up with to simple problems. The most popular story was the time they managed to make turning the air-conditioning on into an Olympic sport. Their superior had asked them to turn on the air conditioner and fan by them, and after being told the room in which it was located, they gave her an odd look and scampered off. Thirty minutes went by without the task getting accomplished. Frustrated, she left the room to do it herself and scold the wayward man just to find that they were nowhere to be found. When she tried to turn it on, there was no reaction. She put in a call for a repairman. Several hours passed, and rattling noises started sounding from the vent in her office. Upon investigating, she found her subordinate finishing up rewiring the entire air conditioning to the light switch in her room. He patiently explained that there was no other outlet "by her" that he could perform the task with and apologized that he could not move the switch directly beside her. She was so shocked that she didn't even scold him. When the repairman came, he said that the wiring was so convoluted that one wrong move without a plan of how the wires went would start a fire. Mumei could not explain how he rearranged everything, just that he did it in a way that would achieve his goals. The air conditioning was connected to the light switch from then on.

Snippet from an unnamed fic (WIP)

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Yosano lightly scents her adoptive father and raises an eyebrow. "How is Mori-sensei?" It's not an empty question. She can smell multiple emotions from his mate on him. Most prominently is nervousness and safety. Those two only exist together when someone is in need of comfort. Considering that there have been no major updates about each organization's statuses and Fukuzawa's pheromones do not match, it is neither professional nor personal in a dramatic sense. It's something new. "We're getting a baby sibling?" Ranpo gasps as he walks in with his chips, "Don't let Dazai name it. Or else you'll have to make three more so your other pups can name them." He walks out with no further explanation, prompting the woman to look Fukuzawa up and down. His expression is awkward. "I didn't know you were trans," she begins but doesn't know how to end. The sweet addict laughs on cue despite being completely out of ear shot. Yosano scowls and opens up their pack line. "What's with you and spoilers?" He makes a noise that usually accompanies a shrug, "You're just irritated you aren't on talking terms with Mori." While true, she does not appreciate the call-out. "I would have liked to know if he was trying for pups! Even I know he wanted one." Ranpo sends an emotion over the bond that she identifies as amusement. "You'll get it in a second." What will I get? "I'm not transgender like that. I'm the one who impregnated, not the pregnant…" It all clicks for Yosano, who promptly gags, "Just because I do medicine doesn't mean that I want to hear about that medical history!" "You asked." "Is a 'I am not the one carrying' so difficult to say?" She's only sharp-tongued because of embarrassment.

Snippet from an unnamed fic in this series.

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"Yukichi, I'm only three weeks into this. You can't feel anything." He knows the dismissal is in vain. The swordsman looks at him like breathing the wrong way in his presence would destroy him—he is not that delicate, thank you very much. "Three weeks into knowing. They estimate that you're roughly six weeks pregnant." It's the same thing, you silly samurai. He sighs fondly, "I would kiss you stupid, but you've already reached that point—" The taller man takes that as an invite to start kissing him again (it was), and Yukichi adores every inch of his skin available to him. His body is treated with the consideration that one would hold a unique. Skin buzzing with what he does not know is embarrassment or pleasure, heart melting in his chest—Mori tries to kiss back but is thwarted by the other's passion. "Isn't it a crime to kiss my hands so tenderly and not give me a chance to adore you back?" he whines. "You don't have to do anything, blossom," Fukuzawa gives one last peck to his palm—right on a scar they share from a procedure long forgotten—before starting on his face, "Just because I give you something doesn't mean you need to return it."

Snippet from What If We Loved And Let The Lines Right Themsleves? (WIP)

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I'm about to dump a shit ton of writing snippets so strap in people who follow me for some reason

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The processing power seemed to have partially restored to the lymphocyte because he loudly snarled in continuation. "…AND HE'S NOT MY BEST FRIEND ANYWAYS!" The laugh the neutrophil gave was closer to breathing than anything else. His voice box hadn't been cooperating at that moment. His partner would still take it as a laugh, so he didn't mind. "Can we get back to the part where you tell me why rubbing nuclei makes you uncomfortable?" "I'm not a big intimacy dude." Killer T had a look of absolute disgust that accompanied his words. Beneath it, there was something defensive. "You big spoon me and carry me around even when I'm capable of walking," U-4989 deadpanned, "I think you're in denial again." The cytotoxic T cell scowled, brows jutted down even more as the curl of his lips opened. It was the same look that he would give someone right before he would start to bark. Which was a hilarious mental comparison to the neutrophil because he didn't really strike him as the dog type. More of a lion. He'd look cute dressed up as a lion. Too bad cells don't have souls. We could be reborn as— "Why would you care if I'm in denial or not?" Translation: I want you to care and ask questions. Dumbass. "Are all T cells so hot and cold, or do you just thrive on the extremes like some leukocytes?"

Snippet from We Don't Do That Here (WIP)

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Nothing exciting particularly happens until she swaps out books beneath the avatar of sloth's head, all the titles relation indicating she may have placed them there before he fell asleep. "When did you find time to fit three books beneath me?" Belphie grouches and stretches, "And stop staring at me. It's disturbing my sleep." "You had five at one point. I've been swapping out…" she picks them all up and puts them on the table, "Lord Belphegor, you haven't slept for one second since entering this room. Your consciousness has been fully aware." How- "Are you staring into my mind?" he accuses, obviously itching for a fight. "No, Lord Belphegor. I would not be serving you well to intrude upon your mind. You already hate my species. It's contradictory to give you more reason to." Every time she addresses him she turns fully to him, but the moment she ceases speaking she continues flipping through books in a non-immersive way. Her skill for multitasking is definitely notable. "Scum of the earth." "Noted, sir." Satan snickers. He was trying to keep the noises of amusement down, but it bursts forth despite his mask. Their eyes on him makes him reign it in once more. "Have you been following him since breakfast, Ewa?" The sight of the human sitting beside Belphie then in front of him then trailing behind the avatar of sloth fills his head. He wasn't sure how they would work out, but the clever human has found a way to firmly attach to his brother without the avatar being able to escape yet not breaking any rules of etiquette. Even her formalities did not miss a beat. "No, I have been following him since Lord Beelzebub carried him out of his room. It took me roughly twenty minutes to find his room and familiarize myself with the path from mine to his. I was only waiting for him to rouse for a couple of hours." "Humans are so damn creepy!" he hisses and stands up, stomping off, "Stop following me!" "I can stop following you closely." "Do that!" Ewa nods despite the fact that the avatar of sloth cannot see her and begins to levitate. A quick mutter and she attaches to the ceiling, sticking with as much ease as a lizard. Satan coughs at the unexpectedness of it. Belphie did not notice and looks behind him. "Where is it?" "…" He'll figure it out eventually.

Snippet from chapter 11 of The Madness of Magic (WIP)

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He's still in the marketplace too, talking to one of the people from grandma's work about the artifact she's displaying. I'm not supposed to be here, so I don't creep closer to watch. The thing I really want to see is his tail. When we were traveling from our research house to our city house, I heard some big brothers whispering about our archon being conspicuous. That big word means he's doing a extra bad job of hiding, more than usual. He's already pretty bad at playing dead and being a human. He’s so bad at it that there’s even a rule for the citizens to uphold, though the Millelith won’t arrest you if you break it. Children first learning to speak are taught to not point out Rex Lapis when they see him. They can write a book about it or tell stories, but saying it right in front of him might make him sad or, even worse, disappear. He tries very, very, very hard to not have everyone's attention on him when he's in disguise. I think whatever he tells grandma's work-friend helps her because she bows more than usual when she thanks him. I think he's a bit embarrassed from how he gestures back, but he forgets to make his face change colors again. I hope she doesn't get loud. That breaks the rule a little bit. Too much attention is a no-no unless he tries to obtain it himself (and he doesn’t). I cannot hear what they say over the crowd, but I do recognize the way the syllable for “food” forms on Mr. Zhongli’s lips. Genshin Most of the seller people at the marketplace know my family name, so I don't attract too much attention if I try not to look like I'm following Mr. Zhongli. I did bring my allowance to buy flowers for the aunties in my city house. Sneaking out is not good when you're grounded for a week, but bringing back gifts for relatives makes the loud family members think my mama did the crime instead of me. They use a certain phrase to talk about my repentance. I think the word is earnesty. I’m not sure what it means, but it makes me get forgiven for my mischief faster. Following Rex Lapis around the harbor is my third favoritest hobby and second biggest secret. My first favoritest thing to do is listening to stories, and my second favoritest and biggest secret is not being a young lady. I’m very good at following Mr. Zhongli now that I’ve had so much practice. When I was very little, only four years old, I tried to follow him and would get lost because his legs are so long, even longer than most of the Millelith. My uncles used to be cross with me because it made it seem like they weren’t watching me during business, so I told Mama I was very good at sneaking away and it wasn’t my uncles’ faults. I got grounded from following Mr. Zhongli, well, grounded from sneaking away. I still don’t listen. Baba is fine with me wandering as long as I can see a Millelith at all times. He says he knows little boys like to wander and explore. I don’t know how he figured that out though; I never told anyone the secret I’m keeping better than Mr. Zhongli.

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Snippet from chapter 2 of A Laugh That I've Been Holding (WIP)