#You'll learn more things! I just have to stop playing and draw things for once lol

[boilingrain]

Okay so I plan on drawing stuff for my Clangen nonsense but I just feel like it's important for you guys to know that my medicine cat is named Weedclaw

[jayparked]

thinking about boyfriend jo...

GENRE: fluff WORD COUNT: 1.1k WARNINGS: jo soft hours are lethal somebody hold me pls SNAIL TRAIL: hi i wrote this a few days ago at like 9am when i should have been asleep so it's pure fluffy brainrot. thank you @dazzlingjaeyun for working so hard to push jo further up my bias list and i'm pretty sure she hypnotized me to start writing for &team so this is all her fault 💛

₊✩ˎˊ˗ bf!jo who loves holding your hand, no matter if it's in public or private. feeling the way your fingers interlock with his brings him a huge wave of comfort, grounding him in place. he'll mindlessly play with your fingers, especially if you're waiting in line for something. he loves the feeling of spacing out while also being grounded by your touch

₊✩ˎˊ˗ bf!jo who likes to walk behind you so he can just watch you skip around in front of him. loves watching you get distracted by different things and loves it even more when you excitedly turn around to him with a big smile on your face, pointing to something that caught your attention that you want him to see

₊✩ˎˊ˗ bf!jo who's touch is always so gentle and savoring. the way his fingers ghost over your skin, especially when they're absentmindedly moving up your arms or legs. or when he's playing with your hair. his movements are slow and intentional, just loving the way your skin feels against his

₊✩ˎˊ˗ bf!jo who can't help but smile every time he sees something that reminds him of you. his camera roll is filled with photos of things to send you: items in your favorite color, things he finds pretty, songs he wants to share with you, pictures of the sunset etc. he's always buying you little trinkets and leaving them on the dinner table for you to see when you get home

₊✩ˎˊ˗ bf!jo who finds a new thing he loves about you everyday. each thing being the topic of his obsession from morning until dawn. you yawned cutely? he's not shutting up about it. in fact, he's trying to make you yawn even more by saying the word over and over again, making sure you're nice and cozy just hoping you'll do it again or even fall asleep against his chest. or if he sees you do something kind for a stranger, he won't stop bringing it up. "you're so sweet, why are you so sweet?"

₊✩ˎˊ˗ bf!jo who will always carry anything you have in your arms whether it be a bag, books, drink etc. he's not even asking. just either taking it from you or holding his hand out, eyebrows quirking up if you try to refuse. he'll even thank YOU once you give it to him, leaving a soft kiss on your temple as he does so

₊✩ˎˊ˗ bf!jo who always shares his food with you, subtly adding more to your plate when you're not looking or even holding bites in front of your mouth. he'd even open his own mouth wide, like someone would do in front of a baby to get them to mimic the action, and smile fondly once you've taken the bite

₊✩ˎˊ˗ bf!jo who leaves sticky notes for you to find in random places. some with small drawings, others with quotes he likes or just words of encouragement. he loves when you find them when he's around because he gets to hear you giggle and the sound of your feet running towards him to give him a hug and a kiss

₊✩ˎˊ˗ bf!jo who loves when you pepper his face with kisses until he's laughing so hard he can't breathe. sometimes he even needs to physically hold you back at arms length just so he can catch his breath. but once he does, he's leaning forward to kiss the tip of your nose or on the side of your cheek, slowly working his way up into his own retaliation smooch frenzy

₊✩ˎˊ˗ bf!jo who keeps a list of everything you love in his notes app. from your favorite snacks, favorite songs, favorite stores etc. even though he has the information memorized like the back of his hand, he likes seeing the list compiled physically in front of him and loves adding to it. it shows him how he's still learning new things about you everyday. and one day he feels like his heart is going to burst when he sees his name at the end of the list, wondering just when you managed to sneak that in

₊✩ˎˊ˗ bf!jo who loses his breath when he sees you in the sunlight. he takes a few moments to admire you from afar before you see him, watching the way the sunrays make your hair shine. his stomach feels full of butterflies that only worsen when you finally see him, calling out his name excitedly. when his hand naturally finds yours he feels like the luckiest man in the world, still not sure how he got so lucky to have you as his partner

₊✩ˎˊ˗ bf!jo who will confront anyone who makes you upset. a stranger was rude to you? he's going to point it out. even if his voice wavers slightly, he's going to make sure you're okay and let that person know he's not going to let that happen again. if the waiter gets your order wrong and you don't feel comfortable speaking up? he will easily. your comfort and needs always eclipses his shy introvertedness

₊✩ˎˊ˗ bf!jo who loves taking candid pictures of you, even if you don't like having your picture taken. he tries to be subtle about it, but doesn't try to deny it when you catch him. stating he's just admiring the view.

₊✩ˎˊ˗ bf!jo who does grand gestures for special occasions like valentines day, your birthday, or anniversary. breakfast in bed, balloons everywhere, a handwritten note with an array of flowers and treats on the table. he'd also print out all his favorite photos of the two of you together, attaching them to the strings of the balloons. later that night when you're on the couch watching a movie you'd both be scrapbooking the pictures together. decorating with stickers, silly captions, and reminiscing about the memories

₊✩ˎˊ˗ bf!jo who will let his mind wander and think about his future with you a lot, even getting embarrassed or shy by his own thoughts. he often catches himself rambling about things to you like "do you think when we get married we'll do stuff like-" / "when we live together-" he just gets so caught up in the moment

₊✩ˎˊ˗ bf!jo who just loves you sososososo much he sometimes doesn't know what to do with himself but always tries his best to make sure you know you're loved and cared for. sometimes feeling guilty that you're able to love him so effortlessly so he tries really hard to express that same effortlessness to you. he's so fond of you, is so endeared and just can't imagine not having you in his life

♡ pls like, comment, and reblog if you enjoyed! ♡ masterlist ♡ all rights reserved jayparked 02/20/25 do not copy, repost, or translate. if you're inspired to create something similar to my work, please credit me

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

I saw a headcanon for Izana as a Husband/Dad.

If it's okay can you do a couple for Shuji and Baji?

If you already made post about, you can ignore this ask.

Have a wonderful day! 🤗

Ok I've done Hanma as a husband and dad on this post because Baji really needs his own post but here's Hanma!

Husband

Actually picks a ring out for you pretty quickly, he's confident in knowing what you'd like.

Wakes you up with kisses often

Doesn't get genuine compliments that often so you can catch him off guard when he does get them.

Knows when you're lying or keeping things from him (it's very hard when you want to surprise him) he's very observant of you. 

Falls asleep on you a lot (conveniently trapping you under him often)

He likes perfumes a lot, not on himself particularly but he appreciates and notices when you wear it.

You're pretty much responsible for any wounds he get's, he's not bothered by them and won't bandage them but he'll let you do it if you want.

Takes a lot of pictures of you

Sings very loudly, and he has no problem singing for you (going out for your birthday means he'll sing happy birthday loudly in public)

Takes great joy in threatening anyone who dares to flirt with you (it's so much worse if anyone actually threatens you or scares you).

Moves around a bit in his sleep, when sharing a bed with him you will sometimes get kicked in the middle of the night

Isn't afraid to get your attention by some odd means, not paying attention to him? Expect a random lick on your cheek or hand or something else just as odd.

Despite the kind of wild wedding all of his friend's imagine him wanting, he actually just wants something small and intimate when he get's married. 

Will steal little bits of food from your plate, pays you back with kisses and cheeky grins. 

He  started using pet names ironically/ as a joke at first but then actually realises he likes it.

Takes you on a super long honeymoon

Likes soft things, including your hair, will sometimes just stroke it when relaxing with you.

Dad

He keeps telling the baby secrets, you'll hear him having a full one sided conversation with the baby but when you walk into the room he suddenly stops. (He's doing it on purpose to see your reaction)

Had to learn the hard way to be quiet around a sleeping baby

When they grow up a bit more, his kid is practically glued to his shoulders, baby Hanma likes peering down at everyone while his dad talks to people.

Tells his kid to call Kisaki as "uncle Kisaki" (Kisaki never agreed to this)

Before the baby is born he will refer to it as being "Shuji jr"

Was banned from teaching the baby the alphabet after he kept replacing words "K is for knuckleduster" 

Likes to play a lot of games with his kids, it's common to find him chasing after them pretending to be a monster or something.

Tries to teach his kids about the dangers of smoking and to not be like him but does it in the worst way possible "if you touch daddy's cigarettes then the monster under the bed will get you" this results in Hanma sheepishly grinning at you as the kids cling to you and ask to sleep in your bed instead.

Likes doing skin to skin contact with his baby a lot, especially if they fall asleep on him.

Takes lots of pictures 

Tickles his kids a lot

Sometimes he carries his kids when they're small in the weirdest ways possible. You once found him holding one tucked under his arm and holding the other upside down by their ankle. The kids love it though and were giggling the whole time.

Will use his kids to team up on you to pull pranks. (Sometimes nice ones too though)

Once you found him carefully drawing on his kids hands with one of those tattoo felt tip pens after they asked for tattoos like his, it was very cute 

Has accidentally taught the kids a few swear words over the years (he always tries to make it up to you after)

[goldenlionprince]

Turning up the heat

Another one for @sorenphelps The Bodyguard AU where James tries to get to know Sirius a little better after the Gala and also get a little closer in the progress ;) (also tagging the other fandom crack dealer @neverenoughmarauders)

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“So,” James says and flops down onto the couch next to Sirius.

Sirius looks up from his phone but doesn't move his legs to make more room for James. James doesn't mind.

“I thought we could play a little game.”

“A game?” Sirius raises an eyebrow at him. “I thought you have work to do.”

“The program is running,” James says with a dismissive wave of his hand. “I can't do much right now so I thought we could fill the time with me asking you some questions.”

“An interrogation?”

“A game,” James insists with a bright grin. “Don't worry, I won't ask you any classified information like your birthdate. I don't need to, Mr. Scorpio.”

Sirius tilts his head to the side like a dog who picked up on an interesting sound. “How do you know?”

“You're not the only one who notices things,” James says and taps his finger against the one on Sirius' right hand that has a small star sign tattooed on it. “And I asked Remus. By the way, you should tell him to update his firewall.”

Sirius sighs and pinches the brink of his nose.

“He didn't budge on the name thing, though. So you'll still be Soldier Boy.” James leans in a little closer to Sirius and waits until he drops his hand again. “For now.”

Sirius looks at him, the eyebrow raises again. “You're very sure about that.”

James just grins and doesn't comment on it. He flops back onto the couch and swings his legs into Sirius' lap. “So, questions.”

Sirius sighs and puts his phone away. “Shoot.”

“Favourite colour?”

“Red.”

James tries and probably fails not to preen in his red t-shirt. “As a kid, what did you want to be when you were all grown up?”

“A palaeontologist.”

James grins. “Did you have many dino plushies?”

Sirius shrugs. “A few.”

“Cute,” James laughs and readjusts his legs on Sirius' lap until Sirius grabs his knee and stops him from wiggling around so much. “I wanted to be an astronaut. Or a hacker.”

A grin tugs at Sirius' lips. His fingertips draw little swirls and patterns along James' knee. “I get you reaching for the stars but where does a child get the idea of wanting to be a hacker from?”

“My godmother,” James explains with a matching grin, full on enjoying the little touches. “She's coding really difficult stuff for the UN. I've learned everything I know from her.”

“And your mind immediately went to how can I apply that knowledge to criminal activities?”

James laughs and shrugs his shoulders. “It sounded cool, okay? And I kind of do it now anyway, I'm just doing it to point out security risks. I still get to have the fun part without the jail part.”

Sirius just looks at him, amusement sparkling in his grey eyes. “Shall we forget about all the times you use it for other things than pointing out security risks?”

“We shall,” James nods. “Next question. What's your favourite food in the whole world.”

“Dino nuggets.”

James frowns. “What?”

Sirius only shrugs. “Dino nuggets.”

“Yeah, I've heard that. I just wasn't aware I'm talking to a five year old.”

Sirius smirks at him. “I thought you knew my birthdate.”

“Yes, which is exactly why I don't know how this is matching up.”

Sirius only shrugs again. “I'm just not that much of a food person.”

James shakes his head in disbelief. “You're going out to eat with Remus once a month.”

“And why do you think that is?” Sirius says with a grin and pokes James' knee. “You're not the first person who finds my food choices questionable and in need of boarding my horizon. Didn't really work so far since I will still choose nuggets.”

“It's pressed meat,” James says offended, pulling his legs out of Sirius' lap and sitting up. “You can't be serious!”

A grin tugs at Sirius lips. “Oh, believe me, I am.”

James pokes him in the ribs. “This is outrageous.”

“It's just food,” Sirius laughs, twisting away from another jab of James' fingers.

“It doesn't deserve to be called food!”

Sirius shakes his head at James in amusement. “It's quick, it's easy, it has a fun shape. It does the job. It's really not that deep, James.”

“Oh, it is!” James gets up from the couch and makes his way to the front door, pulling on his shoes.

“What are you doing?” Sirius asks, getting up from the couch as well.

“Making sure you know what real food tastes like.” James answers and grabs his wallet and keys. “Since Remus apparently does a horrible job. But first we have to go shopping.”

“Right now?” Sirius asks but already follows James to the door.

“Right now,” James confirms and pulls the door to his apartment open.

**

It's over an hour later when James finds himself in the kitchen of his apartment, cooking his mum's curry for the first time since she passed away. It doesn't hurt as much as he expected it would.

He actually really enjoys it. He always liked helping his parents in the kitchen whenever they let him, but doing it on his own is just something else. Concentrating on the process helps his mind not to spiral. Seeing the ingredients turn into something his mother would have made makes his heart a little lighter.

Still, he really needs to text Remus a few restaurant suggestions because what the hell is that man doing?

James stirs the pot and lifts the spoon to try the curry, bracing himself for the wave of grief, but it doesn't come. Instead warmth spreads through him because the curry tastes exactly like it should. It's almost like his mum is here with him, just for a fleeting moment.

When James realizes Sirius is watching him, he makes a show of licking the spoon clean, his tongues travelling the whole length before he pops the spoon into his mouth and then slowly pulls it out again, winking at Sirius.

Sirius shakes his head at him and James grins, dropping the spoon into the sink and grabbing a new one. He dips the new spoon into the curry and holds it out to Sirius.

“Try it,” he says and holds eye contact with Sirius when he leans in and closes his lips around the spoon. James watches his every move so he won't miss his reaction.

Sirius takes his time, chews slowly and licks his lips. “Not bad,” he says finally.

“Better than dino nuggets?” James asks and rinses off the spoon before dipping it back into the curry. Sirius hums in thought and James holds the spoon out for him again. “Maybe you need a second try.”

Sirius leans in once more. At the last second though, James pulls the spoon a little further away, closer to himself so Sirius has to follow, then uses his chance to lean in himself and brush his nose against Sirius'.

Sirius frowns at him. “Last time I checked you weren't the curry I was supposed to try.”

“Oh, you can try me if you want,” James says, his eyes dipping down to Sirius' lips. He licks his own and leans a tiny bit closer but Sirius pulls back and clears his throat.

“I'll just get the table ready,” he says and grabs glasses and spoons from the counter, but James can see the faint blush on his cheeks before he turns away.

James grins. He can work with that.

[eveysnotebook]

For the emoji prompt:

🤒 💤 and 🥲 for Hal and Barry. (You can put others in there if you want to.)

Thank you! 🙏

Bless your soul for asking for my two favorites

also, I'm trying out a new pearl divider thing. idk if i like it though so let me know your thoughts!

🤒-when they’re sick

💤-sharing a bed

😢-how they comfort you when sad

(hal is first, barry will be under the divider xx)

When Hal is sick, he acts so dramatic. He'll claim he's dying some of some sort of horribly rare sickness. All he wants is your attention and he gets it! It's obvious to tell he's being over dramatic, but you play into it. You'll bring him soup and stay with him in bed, letting him rest his horribly warm body across your legs.

Whenever he is sick, he always has a pile of used tissues that kind of just sit there the whole time. He blows his nose at least 50 times a day.

Once he slowly starts to recover, he'll be even more dramatic now. He'll have more energy, and he doesn't want you to stop showering him with attention.

He finally quits the act though, thanking you with a big kiss on your forehead.

When sharing a bed, Hal hogs literally everything. From blankets, to pillows to just the bed space, he will be the worst ever to sleep with. But he makes up for that with his warm skin and nice cuddles.

He snores. and SO loud! Like, it isn't even white noise at this point. He also drools somewhat...He often rolls over and crushes you in his sleep.

He also holds you while falling asleep, occasionally placing kisses onto the top of your head. Don't expect him not to fall asleep quickly though.

Whenever you are sad, Hal might not notice immediately. It's not that he doesn't care, he just might not pick up the signs very fast. (This is NOT me saying he is dumb.)

Once he does notice, he'll sit down with you and ask what's bothering you. If you don't want to talk about it, he'll understand.

He'll turn on the tv, letting you choose a show or movie. Even if he hates it, he'll try to bear through it. (Don't expect him not to complain bit though!)

He'll be following you around until he knows that you feel 100% better again.

Now writing for Barry :)

Barry doesn't really ever get sick. Due to his life being on fast at all times, he literally speeds through sicknesses. That doesn't mean he won't help you when you're sick, though!

He would probably notice that you're sick before you do. He pays attention to every little thing about you. Once symptoms start showing, he'll have you take the day off.

Before he leaves for work, he'll make soup and put it in the fridge for you to warm up later for lunch. Once he gets home though, all he's doing is staying by your side until you recover unless you ask for something.

When sharing a bed with Barry, he respects your boundaries. Even when you're dating, he'll make sure you are comfortable. He would absolutely love to hold you close all night if you allow him.

He hogs the blankets a little, he has lots of blankets too though to make up for that. He snores but it's very light, unlike freight train Hal.

Sometimes, when he can't sleep, he'll talk to you. It's mostly random things like science facts or something cool he learned recently. He likes to talk to you about his friends if he met up with them earlier that day. He tends to ramble for a while before falling asleep.

Like I said earlier, he notices everything about you. He will immediately tell when you're feeling under the weather.

He'll take you on a walk if the weather is nice. He'll hold your hand and take you through a path lor street that isn't very busy.

If the weather is bad or if you just don't feel like taking a walk, he'll draw with you. He isn't very good, he knows that. He just enjoys making silly drawings to cheer you up.

If you want to talk about it to him, he is ALL ears! He will absolutely listen. It doesn't matter how long you talk for, he will listen without losing interest.

I really hope you liked it. This is my favorite one so far!

[seramilla]

So human au before they moved in with Carmilla whenever Emily had a nightmare or was feeling bad Sera let her sleep with her and cuddle up with her it always made Emily feel better to cuddle up with her sister and just be held she suspected that it also made Sera feel better. Whenever Sera seemed upset or overly stressed Emily would offer but Sera always said no trying to deny that things were worse than normal. Eventually Emily started pretending to have nightmares whenever she thought Sera was overly stressed or upset so far she hasn't caught on but is worried that her concerns are scaring Emily and affecting her.

Sera will be the first to admit -- despite Emily being the most easy-going child a guardian could ask for, raising her hadn't always been sugar and rainbows. Adjusting to life as a working adult had been quite a jarring experience to the young college dropout. Being a parent responsible for another entire human life, well... that had been something else entirely.

Daytime was easier, in retrospect. She would drop Emily off at daycare at the ass crack of dawn, put in her 8 hours at the office, and then leave in the late afternoon to pick her sister up and take her home. Emily was always a delight for her teachers -- she never fussed at mealtimes, always played nice with the other children, and went down for a nap like the sandman himself had knocked her out cold.

She was happy as could be on the ride home, and during dinner, and in the few hours that Sera got to play with her before bed. The sisters would go on many fantastical adventures with what dolls and toys Sera could afford. Emily would giggle like a maniac, ask Sera for "uppies!" when the young girl was feeling needy, and ultimately fall asleep in her arms after a bedtime story.

Daytime and its waning hours were easier. It was nighttime that often proved troublesome. Not that she blamed Emily in the least. Not after what her little sister had been through.

It didn't happen every night. Not even most nights. But once or twice a week, usually at ungodly hours of the morning, when the world was dead and every other living thing was sound asleep, Sera would be awoken suddenly by a cry somewhere in the apartment.

Back when she'd slept in the living room, because she'd given the bedroom to Emily...sounds of sobbing and abject fear would get closer and closer to her from down the hallway. Tiny footfalls would draw nearer, ever and ever faster, until a tiny body would be trying desperately to climb onto the futon next to her. Little grasping hands would grip her face, and hot breaths would brush against her cheeks, screaming her name.

"Sera! Sera! Up! Want up!"

The first few times it happened, Sera had been terrified, worried her sister was in physical pain. That she'd somehow hurt herself wandering around at night, or got into something she shouldn't. After the next few times it happened, she learned to stop panicking. It didn't help Emily, and only got her even more worked up.

After Sera learned what those tiny hands felt like on her face, and how the weight of the futon would dip whenever her sister wanted "up!", the older woman would reach out for Emily in the dark, and pull her up onto the thin mattress, drawing her close into her arms.

"Ssshh! Ssshh! Emi, my love, you'll wake the neighbors. It's okay. You're all right. Tell me what happened?"

"Monster! The monster! It crash! I scared!"

Sera learned early on that even though Emily was too young to understand exactly what happened to her that night, Emily still had vivid dreams of the moment their parents died. She can't imagine what that felt like...being such a tiny, helpless person, strapped into a car seat, experiencing such a violent event. Then having to be dragged out of a car by the jaws of life, and handed off to complete strangers she'd never met before, with the flashing lights of ambulances and screams of police sirens all around...

Fuck, even an adult would have lingering trauma after surviving something like that. Let alone a baby. Sera is astonished Emily can even function as well as she does, all things considered.

But these late-night episodes...even though they ring with the echoes of past trauma...these moments were just for them. If Sera had been completely honest with herself, they were reminders that she was needed. That Emily loved her, specifically sought her out for warmth and comfort, and trusted her to soothe the pain and fear away.

Sera got used to having Emily beside her at night. They'd fall asleep, and awaken to a world that was much more beautiful and bright than the things that lingered in the dark, that were waiting to snatch up little girls without warning. At some point, it became a sort of comfort for Sera, knowing that Emily would be there when she woke up, all snotty-nosed and drooling on their shared pillow. She'd have to drag them both out of bed, and get ready for the day, but it was well worth it.

So when time happened, and Sera eventually got them an apartment with their own rooms, Emily grew out of her incessant night terrors. She was getting older. She was growing up, and starting school, as children are wont to do. More often than not, she stayed in her own bed at night. All night.

Sera began to feel... against her own will and better judgement... utterly and selfishly begrieved.

Sera's world was getting more complicated. Her job was more demanding, the bills were piling up, and she didn't make enough to cover them. While she was still relatively trapped in the same old cycle for years on end, Emily herself was changing. Every day, her little sister was evolving, and coming into her own. Even though she knew it was completely unwarranted, and entirely foolish to feel this way about a child...Sera couldn't help but feel her sister slowly but surely pulling away.

Not physically or emotionally. Just in the way she interacted with the world, and the way her independence kicked into full throttle by the time she was 7 years old.

Emily was leaving Sera behind. And even though Emily would never admit it to her big sister, the introspective, empathetic little girl understood far more than Sera gave her credit for.

She sensed the stress that Sera was going through. Felt it in the way Sera worked longer hours, and forced herself to talk to her after school. The way she could barely stay awake long enough to help Emily with her homework. Every time Emily would ask Sera, "Are you okay?", Sera would just give her a feigned, forced smile, and pretend everything was fine.

"I'm okay, Emi," Sera would say, despite the clear weight of the bags under her eyes, and the pallor of her skin in the unnatural light of the kitchen. It was obvious Sera wasn't okay, but Emily trusted her sister implicitly. Sera took care of her. Provided for her. Her big sister always encouraged her to tell her when something was wrong. To always ask for help when she needed it. She would never lie to Emily about something like this.

Would she?

Emily didn't mean to deceive Sera. Not really. It wasn't really lying when it was a half-truth. In the way that logic worked in the mind of a 7-year-old, Emily reminded herself that lots of kids she knew threw tantrums, or faked being sick, or worse. This was nothing, compared to all that.

Right?

One evening -- the night before Emily knew her sister would be interviewing for a big, important job in the city the next day -- she managed to stay awake until she heard Sera settle herself into bed. Emily waited another 30 minutes or so after that, to not make it obvious. She stayed awake as long as she could, until the weight of her own eyelids threatened to force her asleep before she could execute her plan.

With her last burst of energy, Emily forced a convincing wail out of her mouth. It came naturally, after a few minutes. She still remembered what the dreams felt like, and drew upon those memories. It wasn't hard. They didn't haunt her as much anymore, but they were still there, sitting behind her brain, ready to fuel the performance of the century.

She didn't wait too long after that to go to Sera; she was afraid she wouldn't be convincing, if Sera had to get up to check on her. She rushed into Sera's room, not bothering with the light, and crawled into bed beside her sister. Sera's new bed was much smaller than the futon had been, but there was still more than enough room for her to crawl under the covers and cuddle up next to her. Like when she was little.

"Sera, wake up! Please! I had the dream again!"

Sera seemed genuinely shocked, when her sister suddenly manifested in the bed beside her. Not having been forced out of a dead sleep for close to a year at that point, it genuinely took her several seconds to comprehend what was happening. Emily was smashed up right next to her face, hot tears pouring down her cheeks, like they hadn't in such a long time...

Sera's arms shot out and gripped her tightly, almost before her brain finished catching up with what was happening. Emily continued sobbing into her shoulder, and Sera's hind brain took control, like an instinct. In her half-asleep stupor, Sera didn't even have to think before starting to comfort the little girl.

"Oh, oh, my Emi! It was just a dream, darling. I'm here. Come here."

Sera scooted back in the bed, up against the wall, so Emily had plenty of room on the mattress. She'd traded that old futon for a new twin bed some time ago. But Emily was still small enough to fit in there with her, and honestly, with even tighter quarters, it just meant the girl cuddled up even closer to her than usual.

"Do you want to tell me about it?" Sera asked, yawning, and stroking Emily's cheeks. She was doing a terrible job of hiding how tired she truly was; fighting against the dirty beast that was the need for sleep, to be there for her little sister once again.

"...No," Emily said, bluntly. She was exhausted, too, and didn't want to have to pretend to be in distress any more than she already was. "Just hold me, Sera. Please."

"Okay..."

Sera held Emily close to her, for the rest of the night, until the incessant blaring of her phone alarm went off the next morning. Upon waking to the fresh hell that was her daily routine, Sera was pleasantly surprised to feel more rested than she had in a long while. Thank heaven for that, she'd thought. She was going to need all the extra energy she could spare that day.

As she and Emily prepared to leave, piled into the car, and headed toward Emily's school, the smile on Sera's face was a touch more genuine than it had been lately. As they pulled up to that big, fancy building that Emily called her school, Emily opened her door to get out, but Sera held on to the child's arm, pausing her departure for just a moment longer.

Sera smiled and pulled her sister closer, to land a perfectly aimed, maternal sort of kiss directly to her cheek. All lips, with an exaggerated "mwah!" at the end of it. Emily blushed profusely.

"Sera, stoooop!" Emily whined. "Not in front of my friends!"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Sera insisted, laughing. "I just love you so much."

Emily wiped the invisible essence of her older sister off her cheek with defiance. She closed the car door, and hoisted her heavy backpack further up her shoulder. For some reason, the girl insisted on taking all of her workbooks home after school every night, to absolutely make sure she got all her homework done. For better or worse, she really was learning to be as dedicated to academics as her sister.

Before Emily could walk away, Sera beamed at her. She blew her another kiss, and despite herself, Emly grinned and blew one back.

"I love you, Em!" Sera said. "Things will be better soon. I just know it. I have a good feeling about today!"

Emily smiled, and waved at Sera as she put the car into drive. "I love you, too! Do your best!"

Sera watched and made sure Emily entered the school building safely before she pulled away. She had her interview first thing that morning that she had a really good feeling about.

She guessed she could be back to her regular office job by 10:00, if she played her cards right. She'd told her boss she had a dentist appointment that morning, and Sera was determined to stick to that story, whether she got this new job or not. What her boss didn't know, wouldn't hurt him.

[lorimnnn]

hey babez :3 could u possibly write about how michael feels for a hyperfemme bimbo gf? like he never sees her without heels and lashes on X3 this is shamelessly a self insert lol

i have no excuses. this has been sitting in my inbox and stewing in my mind for way too long but here it is!!! i was so excited to put it out I have no idea what happened lol

hope you enjoy my love!!

p.s. remember to reblog and comment!!!

cw: swearing, canon-typical violence, suggestive themes

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i feel like a lot of the people who say he wouldn't care because he's literally a psychopathic serial killer forget he was born in 1957. He was literally raised in the sixties--- he won't care BUT HE'S GOING TO NOTICE.

michael is a watcher. long before he approached you he has memorised your routine, developed favourites from your closet, salivated over the doe-eyed batting of your long lashes when something doesn't quite go your way. you will later learn that your missing makeup products and fraying clothes is because of this fucker playing with you.

he's intrigued by you. the way you prance around without a care in the world, legs exposed, everything exposed. it's so scandalous. it feels like a sin to look at you alone.

the confidence that you carry yourself with only arouses him even more. he can't even fully objectify you because you know your worth and have standards and therefore he finds himself wondering what you're like. your personality. everything in between.

it becomes obsessive

when he approaches you, it's to extinguish his desire over your body. over you.

if he lets it go any further he'll---

are you... are you flirting with him?

he doesn't know how to feel with you looking directly at him, flinging comments his way despite knowing, KNOWING who he is. you're not even mistaken, you're just going for it even though he still has a knife in his hand

he already can't resist you

when you start running your hands down his body, he's done. just done.

if you're a bimbo in the 1960s (idfk you time travelled), you're going to be an outsider yourself and it makes him feel closer to you. you're practically a power couple--- two outsiders doing whatever the fuck you want with your lives? marriage. now.

you make him feel like a filthy old man. michael was raised with ideas of a white-picket fence and a busy 9-5 with a pretty wife to come home to. all that jazz. while he isn't that traditional you're going to be uprooting everything he once thought he knew and you best believe that when he looks at you, there is not one clean thought in his head

he becomes possessive tenfold. it doesn't help that you're dead gorgeous. will try stop you from leaving the house. will lock you and isolate you in there if he knew it wouldn't draw attention. why the fuck did you have to be so popular?

so many guys asking after you are now dead. and they keep popping up like flies--- Michael gets annoyed by this really easily. it's probably the only part of your getup and lifestyle that he doesn't really like. since he's a pretty independent killer and likes to go and do his own thing, it sets him on edge knowing he can't leave you alone for a minute without having like, 500 men pile up on his hit list

you get a free scary dog now at least. yay! privileges! feel free to walk wherever you want at whatever time of day or night. Michael will take care of you and castrate any man dumbass enough to even look your way

michael is so obsessed it's not okay

his favourite part about this though is watching you get ready. then tearing it all off you and watching you have to start again. you'll be doing your makeup and his hands will just be running up and down your legs, squeezing your thighs and waist, bruises left in his wake.

you'll be constantly swatting him away because he can't help himself. his hand is always on an exposed part of your skin

he just thinks you're so gorgeous and not in a loving way, but an inquisitive way. he's genuinely affronted by how good you look and he doesn't understand it, that explosive, sensual vitality of yours that can never be snuffed out and is so, uniquely you. he wants to pull you apart and understand you because just like him, you're an anomaly of your time

he already has a staring problem... can you imagine him now? he's not looking away once. it'll quickly get uncomfortable because he just won't stop. doesn't even wanna close his eyes when you're sleeping. everything you do to him is just provoking him. push his face away? he's going to steel himself and lean into your touch. shove him? he's a brick wall and thinks you're feeling him up. yell at him about it? he's unimpressed--- don't you get it? you're literally the centre of his world. why would he look away?

michael is literally feral for you i don't make the rules

tell him you've got nothing to wear and he will go and pick an outfit he's lowkey been fantasising about for a good month, waiting for the opportunity. and it's actually pretty good. depending on how you react, this will become his love language for you--- acts of service.

definitely starts targeting other bimbos and stealing from their closet to give you clothes.

i have a very clear image in my head of The Shape himself, prowling down the streets of Haddonfield and surveying the empty streets of the night, utterly ferocious as he hunts his next kill---

completely softening when his bimbo s/o, previously clinging to his arm like they're on a nightly stroll, trips over nothing.

if your feet ever start to hurt from the heels, he will happily carry you. but not in a cute way. as in a 'I want you around but you're holding me up. I'm going to sweep you off your feet now. Don't fall."

decorate his mask with lip prints

I dare you

you'd think he would hate it but it's been like a few weeks and the lip prints are still there. you know he loves it. he knows he loves it. he will always pretend to be indifferent though and it will surprise you every time. michael can care less about how scary he looks. even with his s/o making him look like a besotten college boyfriend, looking scary is the last of his worries when he's literally a famed killer.

since he's following you anyway, use his pockets. mechanics overalls have so many pockets. and he'll encourage you. if you ever end up walking around at night with him and start complaining that you forgot your lipgloss at home, he's going to suddenly be holding out his hand--- he's a walking, non-talking, portable storage bin and be grateful because this is his only way of showing non-physical affection lmao. i fully suggest you take advantage of this. he doesn't need his pockets anyway, he holds his knife. so feel free to stock him up and rummage around as much as you like

but be warned. if you touch him in the slightest when retrieving your lipgloss from one of his pockets, he's going to think you're sending signals.

holds all your specialists at knife point so you can get your stuff done for free. if you don't like that, just tell him. but he thinks he's helping you lmfao. your poor nail girl is pissing herself trying to glue on your acrylics

just give him lots of kisses to fuel up for the day and he's good (he will stand there and act unresponsive and neutral, but if you don't give him his daily dose of affection he's going to continue to stand there, blocking your path until you do)

and don't be fooled, either. Michael may be soft on you but he is not a soft man

definitely takes sick pleasure in seeing his bruises peeking out of your skimpy clothes, his marks on full display on your neck. it's just so territorial and it's one of the few things that is able to send a rush through him--- knowing that everyone wants you and that you're walking prey, but you've already been claimed

is like an animal around you. give him one signal and you will definitely be devoured--- i hope you don't spend a lot of money on clothes because you're going to find a lot of it destroyed. better learn how to sew

just think of him as your pet rabid dog. full stop.

otherwise i actually think Michael loves his hyperfemme bimbo gf. not that he'll admit it, but you know. he's horrible at hiding it but it has a lot to do with the fact he doesn't try. just stay out of trouble and he won't wreck havoc on your life <3

Michael has always been an outsider.

It had nothing to do with the fact that he'd become a killer as a kid, although that was the first and most obvious sign. Growing up in the sanitarium had only conditioned him into believing he could never be anything else and that his only mercy would be embracing it. Funny. Now he was rumoured to be the devil incarnate: the ultimate outsider.

But that wasn't the point.

Even if Michael weren't a killer, he'd always been different. A flimsy grasp on emotions and even clumsier responses to things that were supposed to inspire sympathy. Sadness. Pity. The in-between emotions that weren't quite happy but weren't quite sad or angry or scared. But he'd just been slow in development, right? One day it would end and he would wake up and be like the rest of them. It had been a naive thought--- it had gotten Judith killed.

The sanitarium also taught Michael other things, other than the fact that he would never belong in society as anything more than a menace and disruption. He learned that he was a rarity. Some sort of unexplainable anomaly that they had to contain because they couldn't understand, and because he didn't care about changing that, he would never be free. The sanitarium had taught Michael that people feared him because there weren't many of him. So he gave them something real to fear.

He never really came across someone like him. It wouldn't have really changed things, but it would have added bredth to perspective. But Michael would soon find out that anomalies like him came in all shapes and sizes. Anomalies, like you, were just as strange, even if you fit in much better than he did.

You.

He didn't know what to make of you.

"Hey sexy!" A drunkard's voice floated over the heads over the bar and stabbed right into your back. You only wrinkled your nose.

"Um, ew!"

"Aw, don't be like that. You don't mean that." His eyes raked over you. "Looking for anybody, hey? I can save you the time you spend searching."

You look like you're about to gag. "No. Like, never. In a kajillion years."

"Bitch."

"What's the word again?" You frowned. "The men with no dicks?"

"... Eunuchs?"

"Yeah!" You beamed. "That's you. 'Cause you have no balls."

His friends roared in laughter as red crawled over the man's face. You were satisfied enough by then to move on. You knew he wasn't done. He'd probably try follow you home. That made you smirk.

You had a little magic trick up your sleeve for little diseases like them. A magic trick you weren't even sure knew that you knew he existed: Michael fucking Myers.

Michael didn't understand what it was about you that stuck out so much. You were here at the bar for what every other person was there for. Talk. Drink. Fuck, maybe, if you got lucky that was. You were all dolled up like every other woman in the room but it was like the spotlight was naturally attracted to you and he couldn't look away. Was it that tiny little skirt? Your tits pressed up towards your chin by a tight little top? You were so scandalously dressed and hid nothing. Your intentions were clear and yet somehow that repelled people the same way it drew them in.

Michael could tell you were like him. You couldn't relate to the conversations. The difference was that you tried to. They'd just laugh at you and walk away--- another dead tonight.

How long has it been, now? Since he'd started stalking you? A few days? Weeks? Months?

It had never occurred to him that you could be doing it on purpose. Changing with your blinds wide open, bending over when you caught a glimpse of him standing there in your mirror. But the obsession had gripped him. There was no escaping.

And it was distracting him horribly.

You would die tonight, he decided. These... Feelings would die with you.

It all happens in moments.

Him, following you home.

Him, raising the knife above his head.

You, turning before it could meet home, pressing your body against his.

"I knew you'd say hi one day."

Michael stops. Tilts his head.

"Not like this, though." You pout. You run your finger down the cheek of his mask and along the zipper of his mechanic's overalls. Your touch is electric and he can nearly feel it against his skin, the thrills exploding at the slightest pressure. "I'm honestly kind of hurt."

He could kill you now.

Maybe give you a chance to run?

Having you see him and speak directly to him, though, is a dizzying feeling he can't quite seem to recover from. But from the outside he looks stoic. He looks like he's humouring you before your inevitable death, which you inwardly frantically hope against.

"Michael, right?" You taste the word, curiously finding your way around it. "Mikey."

He stares at you impassively.

"I thought you had a crush on me." You draw circles into his chest with your finger and tilt your head back to look at him. "Did I get it wrong?"

Er... Not really.

You were either really dumb or maybe just---

Maybe a little weird like him.

Michael slowly lowers the knife. You take it as an olive branch and push yourself further against him, hard enough to feel the contours of his toned stomach and the rippling valleys of his body. Muscular. Well, he was a serial killer. You could put that thought away for now, though.

"I've been dying for you to talk to me all week. What took you so long?" You bite your lip. "I almost went and talked to you myself. Oh. Oooh. Maybe I should have. I think you're more excited than I am that we're finally talking."

Experimentally, his hand comes up to take hold of your throat. He inspects you--- your long, fake lashes framing filthy doe eyes, the sparkling smear of eyeshadow across your lid that matches your abnormally long and sharp nails. The confidence in which you hold yourself despite being at the mercy of The Shape himself. Genuine.

You're being genuine.

And Michael is... Feeling things. A lot of things. It's almost overwhelming, the onslaught of arousal, the heightened obsession, the near-desperate desire to possess you right there and then---

Mine, he thinks, and he almost says it out loud. Mine.

[fetishfairytales2]

Mall Madness, Pt. 2 (Story)

Mall Madness, Pt. 2: Fun in the Food Court

(Princess Heather: I’ll be telling the rest of this story. Connor is over tonight and Brandi’s hands…and mouth, are full with “Daddy Time.” 😈)

Ashleigh and I had a blast playing dress-up for Brandi, trying on outfit after outfit and teasing her relentlessly. We even made out a few times just to spice things up! The poor little sissy just couldn't handle it. I rolled my eyes dramatically, ignoring his suffering. "Ugh sissy, you're just not making this fun for us. None of these outfits are cute enough, clearly!" And seriously, by this point, he was a total mess, begging for mercy and leaking precum everywhere. Ashleigh and I just laughed. “I guess we’ll just have to try again at Adult World tomorrow. I know how much you love all their sexy leather outfits Brandi,” I winked.

Ashleigh laughed; “aww, it looks like Brandi is a little fussy. Do you think he needs a diapee change?” I looked down at my watch as we walked out of the fitting room; “Let's see, what time is it?” Before I could let Ashleigh in on the next part of our day, I realized we were being watched again by our new friend. “Oh, hi Kylie!” I waved, it was cute how almost nervous she looked. “Oh, were you waiting for us?” She kind of stared at her feet; “I was about to take my lunch break and…” I smiled at Ashleigh, I knew this girl would be fun! “Perfect timing, we were just about to go feed Brandi in the food court. You should totally join us!”

“Does he like, enjoy this?” Kylie finally, walking all the way to the food court with us totally silent. “Oh girl,” I laughed as I reached into the diaper bag; “you have so much to learn!” I pulled out the cute pink baby bowl and spoon I brought for Brandi. It had little cartoon characters on it too! “Who cares what this sissy wants? She's constantly gagged, she can't even speak up for herself.” I held up the bowl; “I mean look at this; she probably hates every minute of being fed in public, but it won’t stop me from doing it! When she's not gagged, she's begging for mercy or for me to let her cum. But I don't care, I own her and she's going to act like she loves it. 

"Come on, Brandi," I said with a smug grin as I snatched the pacifier out of her mouth. "Don't be afraid to tell Ms. Kylie how much you enjoy being a sissy. We all know it's true." It was always the highlight of my day, seeing Brandi's resistance crushed. "I wuv being a sissy baby for Mommy," she tried to say with the lisp she's required to speak with. 

"Such a good little girl," I praised, rummaging through the diaper bag again. "Looks like it's time for some num-nums for our sissy. Is her tummy grumbling?" Brandi’s eyes got so wide when she realized what was happening. “No! Please no!” She shrieked, drawing almost the whole room’s attention. “Not here! Please Heather!” 

I hit Brandi so hard that she started crying and made even more of a scene. "Please!" She begged, trying to escape from our scheduled "lunch." This was shaping up to be even more fun than I anticipated. "Brandi, you know the rules. You only refer to me as Mommy," I reminded her, slapping her once more. "And how dare you embarrass me in public like this? Now all these nice people are staring at us. Do you know how embarrassed I am to have a disobedient sissy like you?" I scolded. "Well, you know what they say, sissy. If you humiliate me, I'll humiliate you even worse..."

I huffed, in mock anger; "alright, sissy-kins, listen up. You're already stuck in your stroller," I seethed sitting back down, "so you better start eating your lunch like a good little girl. And I already have a punishment in mind for your little temper tantrum, so don't even think about making it worse." Kylie, bless her heart, was nervous again. She asked what he was having for lunch, and Ashleigh and I just laughed. "You'll see," Ash said gently, "don't worry, it's lots of fun for Brandi,” I laughed as I finally reveal three used condoms.

Kylie erupted in laughter as she finally caught on. "There's no way!" She cackled, her eyes glued to the sight of me squeezing the first condom into the bowl. "Just you wait..." Ashleigh chimed in, joining in on the laughter. "He's not going to..." I nodded, completing the task of emptying the condom's contents. "Yep, all of it. These are my boyfriend's condoms!" Kylie could not contain herself, continuing to laugh as she watched me scoop up the cum with a spoon.

"What a pathetic loser!" She squealed, completely entertained by the humiliating act. "Open up, sissy.” I cooed, “here comes the airplane!"

"He really lets you do this?!” Kylie asked in amazement and disgust. “I keep telling you girl, I do whatever I want!” I said with a sly smile as I watched Brandi reluctantly swallow the spoonful of cum. "I don't care how Brandi feels about anything." I grabbed another spoonful and held it up to her lips. "Open up, princess." Brandi pouted and shook her head, but I pinched her nose shut until she had no choice but to open her mouth.

"There we go, good girl," I cooed as she finally swallowed. "Isn’t that yummy?" I let out an exaggerated sigh. "Looks like we'll just have to take it slow and make sure her tummy doesn't get upset."

Just to torment Brandi more, I made sure to give her smaller spoonfuls, just to prolong the humiliation. "Do you want to feed her?" I asked Kylie with a cheeky grin, offering her the bowl and spoon. "Oh, um..." she stammered, clearly unsure. "Just be your badass self, babe. Boys respect girls who know how to ruin their lives," I said with a wink as I slid the bowl towards her. "Yeah," Ashleigh chimed in. "Just tell her 'open wide! Here comes Daddy!'" 

“Eww!” Kylie giggled as she watched Brandi eat more cum. “She probably swallows more than I do!” We were all having a good time, laughing and taunting the sissy as we watched her obediently eat all three condoms worth of cum like a good little slut. “Too bad sissy,” I winked; “I’m sure you’re still hungry! Maybe after we clean you up and punish you, we’ll find someone who can refill your bowl!” Kylie was excited now; “how are you going to punish him?”

I stood up and dragged Brandi and his stroller to the men's bathroom with a wicked giggle. "She’ll have to wait and see," I taunted as we entered. Quickly locking the door behind us, I freed Brandi from his restraints and dumped him unceremoniously on the floor in front of the urinal. "Stay right there, loser!" I shouted, pressing my shoe down on his head. "How dare you embarrass me in public like that!" I demanded, shoving his face towards the grimy tile. "Stick your tongue out and clean up this piss, now!"

“Worthless sissy slut!” I screamed, making her cry when I pushed her face down onto that gross, dirty floor. "Ugh, seriously? You can't even lick up piss properly, you pathetic sissy!" I yelled and grabbed her by the hair, dragging her over to the urinal. "Since you can't clean the floor, maybe you can clean this..." I forced her face into the urinal and flushed. "Suck it up, sissy!"

Ashleigh and I exchanged worried glances as there was a loud knock at the door. “I got it…” Kylie smiled. She marched over to the door and let in a cute college jock. She introduced him as her boyfriend, Brad, and explained that he was here to help us. And then, to my surprise, she revealed that she had promised him a blowjob if he followed our instructions without asking any questions. God I was so proud!

"Brad, can you get the little sissy something to drink? She looks so thirsty." I couldn't help but laugh as Brad unzipped his pants and approached the trembling sissy. "Right next to his tongue," Ashleigh added, not even trying to hide how excited she was to watch this. "Don't miss a single drop, slut," I hissed in Brandi's ear. It was hilarious to see the sissy having to lap up the stranger's piss from the urinal walls.

"Make sure you get it all," I scoffed, forcibly pushing Brandi's head into the urinal. "Don't waste good piss." I looked over to see Kylie, who was watching her boyfriend's cock grow stuff while she was stroking it. "Great news, sissy!" she squealed in an exaggerated baby voice. "Brad said he'll fill your baba with his man milk so you can have a nice treat on the way home. A whole bottle, can you believe it?!"

Kylie was totally getting in on it. "We just have to work together to make sure he cums sissy”, she winked. I mean, who knew she had it in her! She lowered her head onto Brad's cock, but made sure to keep eye contact with Brandi the whole time. Meanwhile, I was holding onto Brandi’s hair and shoulders, forcing him to watch as Kylie worked her magic and made Brad moan.

"I'm going to give my real man boyfriend a proper blowjob as a thank you for pissing in your mouth!" Kylie said with a seductive voice while she worked over her boyfriend’s dick. She looked like an absolute pornstar. That girl knew how to suck a dick! "Afterwards, you can very nicely ask Mr. Brad if you may worship his cock."

Kylie was going to town on that cock like a champ, really getting Brad all worked up. Ashleigh and I just shared a look as we saw Brad's whole body shaking. Wow, she went from shy to blowing her boyfriend in front of us! "Uh oh," Kylie teased, wiping her mouth and smirking at poor Brandi. "Looks like I made him cum already. Guess it's up to you to get him hard again, sweetie. And trust me, you'll have to work extra hard after that! But don't worry, I have a trick up my sleeve... a little rough deep throat session always does the trick after about ten minutes."

“Better get to work, sissy,” I laughed, dragging him into the center of the room. “I think Ms. Kylie and I are going to become close friends. I don’t want you to disappoint her!!”

The end.

[luciluck2046-utdr]

Welcome to the official

BLOG!!! (For short LUW)

This AU is my own idea. There may be some questions you may ask yourself, but first let me explain what this blog is for.

This post is the main one, I recommend checking it if you're new to this AU. Here I'll post everything Luci's Underwitch related. Or almost everything. I'll try. (I may have missed some art from my main acc, it is @luciluck2046)

Let me give you a brief explanation of the AU. Luci's Underwitch is an AU where all monsters are actually humanized, being called Witches. Frisk is 12 during their travel around the Underground, doing the Pacifist Run, and in the end, accepting the job as the ambassador of Witches, but going 'home' to their dad. Chara fallows them pretty much everywhere, and likes Frisk very much, being besties.

Now several months fast forward, Frisk lives with the Dreemurr Family. Asriel (11 y/o) and Kris(5 y/o) are their siblings, and Toriel takes care of all of them, dating Sans (mhm, I'm one of them Soriel shipers).

Ten years later, Frisk and Asriel are at college, and Kris found out about the Dark Worlds!.. The year now it's 2025, and Kris with Susie are now at their homes, waiting for their siblings to come back from college for Easter! Scarlett is one of Frisk's best friends, maybe even more than friends! And Asriel is still single since he's autistic as fuck.

Toghether, Frisk (with Chara ofc), Kris, Asriel, Susie and Ralsei are going into a steampunk adventure in Frisk's closet.(all of this is happening after Chapter 2. I am going to play the next Chapters when they're out, and add them to another fanfic)

Under the cut you'll have more, and at the end there will be the questions.

'kay, the explanation wasn't that brief. I am going to make a comic about it, but I am still learning about how to draw perspective and hair sooooooo y'all won't get this soon. EDIT FOR THE 2025 DELTARUNE NEWS: Y'ALL I CAN DRAW HAIR I'M JUST TOO LAZY TO DRAW A COMIC <3

I have two fanfics on the way with this AU, and a third one might appear after I finish the second.

The main fanfic is called Lost Souls, The First Part explaining different events from Frisk's life after they got out of the Underground, and The Second Part is going to fallow the two humans into the closet adventure! (The closet has nothing to do with lgbt, but the fanfic surely has a bunch of lgbt in it)

I might upload several chapters in a day, or forget about it for weeks. If anyone wants to read more and I haven't uploaded a new chapter in a long while, uhhhhh tell me? (My dumbass my forget fast)🫡🫡🫡

The link to it? I might add an AO3 link too after I figure out how to use that website-

The second fanfic is called Underground Adventures, fallowing Frisk trough the Underground. This one will be out all at once, not by parts, so it's no worth to put the link here.

Now the third fanfic. It's going to be called Runes And Adventures. It's going to be abt Kris in the dark world, during Chapter 1-2. The Chapters 3-4 are going to get a separate fanfic, since they're gonna be AFTER the steampunk adventure. I am not even working on how to write it or any ideas, since it's going to take a long time, and it's not the biggest deal. I might not write it at all, since you get to see most of Kris's interactions in the game already, but who knows?

NOW!!! The possible questions(since I can't say FAQ, I ain't popular enough lmao)

1. Why is it called Luci's Underwitch?

Well, it was supposed to be simply called Underwitch. But apparently that exists already so I had to add my name to it. TwT

2. How do the characters look?

Well, if you've been on my main, @luciluck2046, you would see a bunch of fanarts, but I'll post them here too a bit later.

3. Comic?

Not yet. I suck.

4. Inspiration?

I got inspired to make this AU after I finished TOH(The Owl House), and also I liked the idea of humans with magic that UnderMate has. So yeah, I kinda combined those two with Undertale and my creativity, and I got this AU!

Reference sheets

Welp, it seems you got to the end of the main post! I might update this often, but who knows? See you later my friend, and have fun reading!

[04dissection]

You know what? I'm not hiding this please have all of my crane wives music assignments for the prisoners plus Es(Note: I am not confident on all of these):

Haruka: Empty Page

Cut me a path, and I will follow it, Draw me a line, and I'll avoid it- I'm nothing if not obedient. You have my word.

You'll do it better, show me how. You'll do it better, show me how. Tie me up by my callow belief, Someday I'll make something out of me, Years of imitating mastery, Only made me a better thief.

Yuno: Pretty Little Things

I cut straight to the heart. I don't believe the pretty little things that you say, I've heard a lot of little pretty things. Don't buy me flowers, It pains me to watch pretty little things wilt away.

Maybe you're right, and maybe I have been used up, By another man's hungry hands. And maybe you're right, and maybe I have been ruined, By another man after him- But maybe I'm the one who's right.

Fuuta: High Horse

We get what we deserve, We never really learn.

I keep tallies, I keep score. I'm a petty thing on a high, high horse. You've got your mouth open, I hold my tongue, There's so many things that we can't ignore.

You are never gonna change her mind, so don't try.

Muu: Icarus

They're burning down the orchard to the soil, To the soil, to the grave. Spreading out the ashes of a love, That only gave and gave.

Our hands are pulling everything apart, Fall apart, falling back- Tell yourself there's no more need to lie, We don't have time for that.

Leave our footprints to be lost along the ground, Oh my brother, my brother, my brother, There is nothing left to bring me back down.

Shidou: Metaphor

I cut my teeth on secondhand sentiments, You can't trust a single thing I say. I keep my closet free of skeletons, 'Cause I'm much better at digging graves.

I've gotten good at stretching the truth out of shape, And all these words are sweet and meaningless!

Mahiru: Strangler Fig

Now I'm trapped within your walls and all I want is to be free, For as Winsome as you may be- All you're doing now is losing me

From your pulpit what will you preach? How to live a good long life that's full of suffering.

Oh, I Gave you everything I had, Now I, now I want it back!

Kazui: The Well

All the words I couldn't say to you, Fill up the spaces in my chest, Like spare coins poised on the tip of my tongue, I make a wish and hold my breath.

Oh, the damage I'd have wrought- That old house, those rotting memories, Burned easier than I'd have thought

Amane: Scars(from what I know, this one has only ever been played live! So no studio recording if you look for it)

I’m not the person that I thought I was- I couldn't tell you where the ache came from. Maybe born in a storm beneath an angry sky- Now it’s raining in my head nearly all the time

All the love, all the kindness, all your best laid plans, Couldn't stop me from becoming the way that I am.

Was I born with a hole in my heart? A fatal fault at the start, Tell me it’s inevitable that I’d end up with scars.

Nothing could’ve been done, Is that right?

Mikoto: Queen of Nothing

Stop the car, I wanna get out. I'm craving open air and solid ground. 'Cause I've been watching from the backseat, Watching the world slipping past me.

Isn't this what you wanted? Time sure feels like it's running out- Just finish what you started.

On and on to the next town- Can we slow down?

Kotoko: The Wolf

I am not a builder, I'm much better at blowing things down

I light torches in my sleep, I have gasoline in my veins- I am always burning, burning, burning

Can it be easy for once? Cause I'm no good at being kind to myself, Or anyone. I am a falling axe, I am a sharpened knife, I am a poison asp, I am a risk to your life, My love.

I am a beast at your back, You better run for your life. Your life.

Es: The Crooked, The Cradle

There's blood in the water. The quiet are restless, the silent are still. I'm nobody's daughter.

I won't pretend, My season won't end. But I pray When it's done, when it's through, I'll have something left for you.

Can anyone hear me? Can anyone hear me? The crooked are smiling, they know me the best.

[kentuckyfriedmegumi]

Hi KFM!!!

For the fic writers ask:

How about 4, 7, 11, 13, 14, 23, 24, 46, 61, 68, and 76 (for CTD)? thank you :)

(that was a lot sorry lmao)

HIII FJSLDK SORRY IM SO LATE THE HOLIDAYS GOT CRAZY

ok ok ok let me pick apart this BEAST let's GO

4. Where do you find inspiration for new ideas?

so it just kind of depends. i base things roughly around my life experiences. for example, CTD started out as an online gaming fic, based off my experiences playing minecraft as a wee babe, but as you can see it quickly devolved from there to something much, much more. another life experience that i took and turned into a fic was my degree, which is how HOTP was born. i also will sometimes draw inspiration from songs, like i did with skinny dipping, but i feel like for the most part, i just sort of take what i know and either build from there or i dramatize it for story purposes!

7. How do you choose which POV to write from?

i guess it just kind of depends on the story? in yuji's plan, i sort of did both, but that's mainly due to it being my first fic and getting back into creative writing. for my other works, i tend to switch back and forth bc i like giving the readers a full perspective, but in the event where i want to keep something secret (such as HOTP yuuji's reason for quitting boxing), i sort of have to stick with a single pov. i want to leave some suspense in some of my stories, so i usually come up with a general outline and major plot points, and from there, i decide which POV would be more impactful to learn it from.

11. Link your three favorite fics right now

easy. i re-read this often.

my blessing; my love. by toomanyonions Twitch Streamer Yuuji and Youtuber Megumi by kat_likes_writing (@kat-likes-writing) Perfect Shots by narutanjiro

13. what’s a common writing tip that you almost always follow?

don't get too granular. i learned this in one of my college journalism classes, where my prof had once said not to get too hung up on the little details. that's something that i try to avoid but often find myself stuck in. when you write yourself into a corner, you need to know how to get out of it and how to avoid doing it. you don't want to be too detailed, because in the end, it's not that important. you want to be able to tell a story and to set a scene, you want the reader to feel present and invested, but not every little thing needs an explanation, or you'll find your story dragging a bit too much.

14. how do you write emotional scenes? Do you ever feel what the characters feel? Do you draw from personal experiences?

emotional scenes come to me pretty easily. i sometimes do draw from personal experiences to get an idea of things. first kisses, arguments, crushes, things that i've experienced, i think back to how i feel and write that for my characters while keeping their personalities consistent. it's kind of hard, and i often have to stop and ask myself if this is something a character would actually feel, or does it only feel right because i felt that way. i try to balance it out by reading previous scenes and other material for a character, so i can keep who they are as a person in mind when i write.

23. Best writing advice for other wirters?

take notes. i've talked about this with @hijinks-n-lowjinks before and how we like to take notes when we read. it's something that i've done since i was little. it's not like crazy annotations or stuff like that, tho i have done that in the past and i tend to sometimes do that in my monster comments, but when i see something i like - a specific transition, a phrase, a metaphor, etc. - i write it down in a note on my phone and use that to draw inspiration for how i want to shape my writing. it helps when i'm sort of stuck on how i want to describe a scene, because i can go back to these other great examples that i really liked and try to emulate that feeling while staying original to my work and writing style.

24. Worst writing advice anyone ever gave you?

this is hard, because i can't think of a single piece of advice that i've ever been given where i thought it was bad or terrible. i guess one thing that didn't work for me, specifically, in the past would be when i was told to just keep writing. like no matter what. while i think it's good to keep the practice up, burn out is real and there are times where it is necessary to take a break. i took a five year break, and there was a point where i didn't think i'd ever write again, but here i am. but it was definitely necessary for me to do that so i could get to where i am now. i think even if it's a few days or something, taking a bit of time to breathe and marinate in your writing really helps you from feeling like your drowning.

46. How would you describe your style? (Character/emotion/action-driven, etc)

oh this is interesting, i'm not too sure, honestly. i guess i would say that i'm pretty character driven? i like to focus on the who's and their actions to continue a story, but i also feel like i do a good job at focusing on their emotions and using that to create tension. this is tough tho, i hate perceiving my own writing ksdfljsd

61. Why do you continue writing fics?

part of it is that i just started writing fics back in august of this year. i had actually never read any sort of fan fiction before in my life, and then about a month after that, i thought "hey, maybe i could try writing again." part of it is that this is a good stepping stone to get back into creative writing; i have a lot of abandoned original stories that i always wanted to get back to, but never knew how; and another part of it is that i love writing stories for these characters. i think that's a good combo that will keep me in the ao3 world for a while.

68. What, if anything, do you do for inspiration?

it depends! sometimes i listen to music or read other fics, other times i like to picture myself in a scenario to really try and get into the story myself. from there, it's sort of like "ok this is how i felt in the situation," now try to imagine that for this character. as for coming up with a story to write in general, ideas just kind of come to me out of no where. whenever something jumps out at me, i like to latch onto it and mold it until it's something that i think i can build a story off of.

76. Did you have any ideas that didn’t make the final cut of CTD?

this is sort of a scrapped idea in one of my earlier outline drafts, but originally, in CTD, yuuji was not supposed to know that meg knew about his "childhood friend" until chapter 13. that's the only major deviation from my original outline that i can think of, which would have made a specific megumi line at the end of chapter 13 hit a bit harder because he reveals that he knows yuuji is still in love with his childhood friend. but the boys tend to rewrite the story for me, so you all got out of a bit more angst than i had originally intended.

END

WOO and i think that's it??? thank you so much for this ask, it was sooo fun to really get into my writing process and share some things about my works and show off others that i enjoy. thank you!!! <333

[embrosegraves]

【Prompts】

I found all of these from a bunch of lists on Pinterest.

Dialogue Prompts: "C'mere, you can sit on my lap until I'm done."

"He/She did it." "No she/he did!"

"I think I'm in love with you and I'm terrified".

"It's not a double date. Me and [blank] are just third and fourth wheeling"

"Just play along. Please."

"Don't open your eyes!"

"I read once that holding your breath can stop a panic attack so...when I kissed you...you held your breath."

"[Blank]?" "Yeah?" "I'm gonna kiss you now." "Okay."

"It won't be easy, y'know...trying to love me"

"Here, let me hold that for you."

"Did you just call me your boyfriend/girlfriend?"

"He loves you, y'know? He's just afraid of admitting it."

"Should I stop talking?" "Don't, your voice is very soothing."

"You're so cool!" "...I am?"

"Wait, is this...?" "It's the (thing) you wanted the other day!"

"Look, we can pretend I never confessed if it means you'll stay-" "What?! No! You can't just take back your confession! That's such a coward move and I'll not allow that! Especially when I feel the same way about you."

"I never meant to fall for you." "Neither did I." "...Fucking pardon?"

"Gimme a kith." "No." "Gimme a big ol' kithhhhh"

"Are you decent?" "Probably not morally, but I've got clothes on, if that's what you're asking"

"Why are you like this?" "Because fuck you that's why."

"Would you like me to whisper it in your ear?"

"You're being all cute and sweet, it's making me want to kiss you."

"Oh my, what have I done to deserve such a beautiful smile?"

"My family was never the touchy-feely type."

"You were my first kiss."

"Could we cuddle, like, platonically?"

"I haven't been hugged in years."

"Are you on your period?" "I started my day in a pool of my own blood. Is that how you'd like me to end yours?" (found it on pinterest but I'm pretty sure it's from @buginateacup on Tumblr.)

"What are you doing?" "Giving you affection." "Disgusting...do it more"

"I know every inch of your body and I know for a fact that scar wasn't there before."

"Don't you know who I am?" "Oh I know, I just don't give a fuck."

"Why do people keep asking who tops and who bottoms? We don't even have bunk beds." "Oh my darling...no..."

"You're very endearing when you're half-asleep."

"Are you flirting with me?" "Have been for the last (number of) years, thanks for noticing."

"I'm sorry, I won't do it again...I'm sorry." "It's okay! It was an accident, I know you didn't mean to."

Scenario Prompts:

Booping noses

Drawing on their skin

Hand kisses

Marriage of Inconvenience

Accidentally referencing them as "my"

Knowing what they're trying to say when they struggle to explain something

Making playlists for them

Person A going out of their way to learn more about Person B's interests and hobbies.

Talking about funny things that happened as kids

Sorting lollies by colour

Smelling their perfume/cologne in a crowd/out in public

Smiling while in the middle of a kiss

7 Types of Love

Answering fan questions

Peppering kisses

Slow dancing

Tracing tattoos

Person A reading out loud to Person B

Holding their waist

I'll also post a list of tropes that I'll link on my pinned post.

this is mainly for when people want to request but they can't think of anything.

Neither of the lists are complete. Both will be added on to and edited occasionally

[uncloseted]

how to stop maladaptive daydreaming? i constantly get lost in daydreams about me being a character on a tv show or daydreams about my real life that i sometimes talk out loud and feel negative emotions related to my daydreams since they aren’t always super positive, i end up not doing things that i know are more beneficial for me and it makes it hard to focus on podcasts, books, and my hobbies bc i’m always getting caught up playing pretend in my head, i want to live a real life and do things to help me improve, i want to actually listen to motivation podcasts and think about myself, not some character or version of myself i’m pretending to be, i want to read a book and think about it and not act it out or act like i’m in it, i want to live a real life with hobbies and self growth and living in the moment and not just daydream about other moments that aren’t even real :(

This is something I would see a mental health professional about. Maladaptive daydreaming is usually a symptom of an underlying problem, like ADHD, anxiety disorders, depressive disorders, OCD, and PTSD or trauma. If you treat the underlying condition, the maladaptive daydreaming should lessen or go away completely. Without treating the underlying problem, it will probably keep coming back, even if you come up with good strategies to manage it.

That said, there are some things you can do to lessen the amount of time you spend daydreaming. The first is to identify your daydreaming triggers and reduce your exposure to them. Is there a specific time period when you find yourself daydreaming, a certain emotion that triggers daydreaming, or an action that makes it happen?

Once you know your triggers, you can be more mindful of avoiding them. When you do find yourself daydreaming, try to notice that it's happening. If you can, keep a journal to note the times, triggers, and content of your daydreams, and try to identify any patterns that are present. When you notice yourself daydreaming, maybe ask yourself, "do I want to be daydreaming now, or do I want to be present in the moment?" Just drawing your attention to the fact that you're daydreaming may make it easier to break out of it.

You can also try grounding exercises to bring yourself back to the present, such as doing physical activity (like jumping jacks), listing things in your physical space (5 things you hear, 4 things you see, 3 things you can touch from where you’re sitting, 2 things you can smell, 1 thing you can taste), or experiencing an intense physical sensation (like holding an ice cube or eating a sour candy).

It may also help to practice meditation. I know this sounds counter-intuitive, since it seems like it would be easy to fall into a daydream when you're meditating, but meditation is all about learning to be present in the moment without having other thoughts taking over. The more you practice letting go of thoughts that pop up in your brain, the better you'll get at it, and it might become easier to let go of the daydreaming thoughts as well.

[theselfdoubtdiaries]

7th June 2023

Dear Fran,

I've completely lost track of our format and when I'm supposed to post. Anyway. I've been in the studio! And tested new things. Still haven't dragged myself to a fabric store but perhaps these experiments will motivate me to finally go. I started today trying to see if I could heat up borosilicate glass shards with the heatgun enough to move it and maybe try and fuse it to ceramics or solder. Definitely not! Neither the soldering rod/iron/wand (??) or the heat gun can get the glass hot enough to move. I was 95% sure it was wishful thinking but had to try regardless. That lead me to playing with solder because that metal melts so quickly once the end of the iron is hot. I got distracted trying to melt enough of it to draw with it and move it about. While it does chew up a lot of soldering material very quickly (and stink up the studio) it is fun to draw! It actually made me think of your favourite, Lindy Lee, and the splashy kind of pieces she makes. But so fun!! Melting shit is always a fun time haha.

I guess by procrastinating the fabric tests (because starting a new body of work is always scary) I was able to experiment and test and play with other things. Things I'd thought about on an off for ages and now finally tried. Of course it wasn't as easy or straightforward as I hoped, but I guess I have to remember that you'll never be as shit at a process as you were the first time you did it. And you learn so much from that first time, regardless of whether it takes 2 minutes or 20. So, spurred on by fun melty drawings and a lunch break, I got out the heat gun and decided to give it a crack with what fabric I had in the studio. Eeeeeeep. All I did was drape some semi synthetic fabric over a couple of rocks and debris I'd collected from Gordon's Bay, and start directing hot air at it via the heat gun! Why did this feel like the scariest thing in the world before I started?? I LOVE melting shit, and watching the fabric crinkle and move and bubble and fold on itself as it melted was sooooooo fun! SO FUN. Also hella stinky but oh well. Anyway it was a fun process, and i documented the various stages. Didn't like it without some sort of structure or object underneath peeking through. Didn't like the fabric much either, in its original state. Wrong textures. So I kept melting it more and more, and then decided to try adding some of the solder into it. Kinda worked but was hard to do without melting holes in the fabric. It got too hot too quick, compared to the metal. But then I folded it in half and fused the edges together so it because this weird lumpy form and then kept melting it until it kind looked like a craggy shelf. So I naturally pinned it to the wall and decided to see if it would support the weight of some of my porcelain pieces. It just did! Long story short, this is my most precarious shelving system to date.

I really like the quote from your previous post by the way. I love Louise Bourgeois already, but I agree that those little snippets really remind me of our original document. I've also been thinking about words and quotes and vocabulary a lot recently. I worry that mine is shrinking and I guess it just means I need to read more, especially poetry. They are the masters of diverse language and concise story telling. Also I love when my friends from overseas message me. The way they use english sometimes is so beautiful and often seems more poetic than regular english dialogue.

Oh dear, this got long again. I shall stop now.

Much love xxxx

Zoe

[dragonmasterhiccup]

“I don’t get to make mistakes,” she mumbled, saying it as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “If I stole something, then I’m a thief. You need to tell Astrid, she needs t’ know…”

As he kneeled down by her, she took a hesitant step back, once again clutching the strap on her satchel. “Other people said that too…” she thought, though she didn’t realize that she actually said it out loud.

Nodding, she just decided to play along. “Okay, I believe you…” she lied, wanting the Chief to ‘get off her case.’

Gods, she did want that venison, really, really bad. But her doubts were still very much there, some of their previous trust tarnished. “Okay, can I jus’ eat it up in the room…? I don’t, um… you and Astrid probably wanna talk about stuff by yourselves, and if I’m at the table you guys can’t really… do that.”

Something fun? Now? What was he trying to do? She wanted to say ‘yes,’ she wanted to learn how to skip rocks, but… she’d just done something wrong, and to her it was a tad bit suspicious that he was suddenly trying to get the two of them away from the village. And, the cove had water there, the last time she was alone with someone by water they had pushed her in, and she was not a very strong swimmer.

“N-no, that’s okay,” she said, adding a little more distance between them. “If you want to go do that by yourself, I can jus’ take the stuff home. But… I don’t wanna do that; skip rocks or whatever…” She added, “Don’t you uh, don’t you have Chief stuff to do? L-like in the village?” Maybe she could get away from him. “Maybe you should do that and, and I’ll go back home…”

"We all make mistakes. It's a part of life. I sure made plenty of them myself."

Seeing her take a step back, his eyes saddened, realizing just how afraid she was. He didn't try to get closer, knowing it would just make things worse.

"Others?" His eyes looked downwards, trying to connect the dots. "I'm not them, Danny. Neither is Astrid, or my mom... I think you'll find us pretty forgiving."

He still looked sad, but he gave a slow nod. "Oh...okay. Yeah, if...if that's what you want. I mean, as long as you get to enjoy the venison... But...there's really nothing you need to worry about..."

Okay. So it was a no to the cove today.

"Well...not really. Astrid said she had things handled today, so we could just take the day..."

He was silent for a bit. "How about this? We'll go home, take some time, draw for a bit, do whatever you need to. I'll tackle some paperwork. After lunch, why don't we stop by, see my mom and Zephyr? Maybe we could bring them a little surprise of some sort?" Gothi said Danny would need Valka. Maybe this was one of those times.

"Please, you don't have to be so far as we walk... I... did I say something, or do something wrong?" He'd never hurt her, she knew that, didn't she?

[im2tired4usernames]

GoooooOOOOOOoooOOooOooddddd day and evenening and everything to you!!! ;-D

1, 4, 6, 8, 13, 15, 16, 22, 23, 25, 29, 35, 39, 53, 55, 73, 74, 77, 79, 84, 90 and 98?

P.S.: Sorry for your current struggle!

P.P.S.: I hope my questions about the ghosts did not make you more uncomfortable!

P.P.P.S.: I hope these are not too many questions for you but I figured since you asked for distractions, more would be merrier. :-)

Goooooooooooooooooooooood times to you too!

Most favorite activity?

i really enjoy drawing i love makin up characters n stories also!

4.Kind of meal you really appreciate?

honest to goodness i appreciate almost anything someone feeds me especially if its home-cooked but i really do love breakfast foods potatoes n cheese best.

6. Do you have any idols?

im not sure what counts as an idol? i once got told that my favorite book series when i was 12 was an idol?

8. Favorite music genre?

i like speed metal

13. A job you can't do yourself but admire people who do?

oh there is a LOT dentists, plumbers, trash collectors, house keepers, teachers, pharmacists there are some very skilled and wonderful people who do a lot for our community

15.Do you believe in ghosts? and 16 If so, how do you imagine them? If not, is it just because you don't want to make contact with them?

i love the idea of ghosts i like the idea of there being some kind of after life so that i can be with the people I've lost again and so i can watch after and not be far from the people i love who are living.

I like to think ghosts just are here waiting and watching able to go where ever they'd like because they don't need to breath or worry about catching on fire or something to just enjoy the afterlife with their friends n family, explore, learn from mistakes they made in life, fix relationships (also i want to go to the bottom of the ocean so bad)

but i don't really believe in them, i want them to be real but i cant help but feel like if ghosts are real then why are there so many crimes against the dead unsolved and why is there no justice for millions of people? I feel like my passed family would find ways to yell at me from the grave for my many flaws and sins (p.s.dont worry friend thank you for caring)

22. Movie you can't stop cheering up for?

alright friend ima introduce you to my most favorite movie it's called Journey to Beginning of Time by Karel Zeman my grandad had the VHS and i have LOVED it since i was three years old. I used to set up a blanket on the floor some chairs and a blanket on top to make a roof, staple some paper together to make "my diary" wear a goofy hat and pretend i was in the movie with the boys goin on they're adventure Its about a four boys who get on a boat and go back in time they each have their own personalities and adventures all of em but one of them have goofy hats! one of them wants to be a scientist so he documents all their findings in a diary theres a lot of great prehistoric critters someone almost gets eaten by a terror bird, someone fights a scary lizard thing i dont remember what it was supposed to be some kind of froggy newt thing it scared me depending on whether you watch the original czech version or the shitty English dub (my grandad had both my grandma grew up with the orignal so she likes that one better) you'll either see the big bang or the creation from the bible i grew up with the shitty english dub so i got weird hand creation ending and ima be honest i prefer that version but probs only because thats what i grew up on. I WISH TO GOD i could find it on dvd in the shitty english dub i grew up with SO MUCH i watched that VHS so much it died im pretty certain i had a crush on the youngest boy played by Vladimir Bejval his character caught a fish.. its a great movie if you get the chance to watch it but it's also like made in like the 50s so uuuuuuh keep that in mind but for the time it was made the special effects were brilliant. it makes me happy its like a warm bowl of soup but in film.

23. Best ingredients for a pizza?

scrambled eggs bacon n sausage or just plan ol pepperoni

25. Can you dance? Is there any dance you want to learn someday?

No not well i know some like old dances from when i was in a few plays like pride n prejudice, id like to learn swing dance

29.Good memory from your childhood you keep remembering?

it was nice having a group of friends and just sitting in our bedrooms drawing, making ocs and stories together and listening to each other gush about the things that made them happy.

35. If you could gain any ability for giving up one, which one would you pay and which one achieve?

uhhhh ability to whistle for the ability to cure all injury and illness (not a fair trade but lemme be reverse Infectious Lass please)

39.What are you mostly in the mood for the whole day?

im always pretty happy to talk to my partner and read books to my siblings ALSO IM ALWAYS A SLUT FOR GOIN FOR A WALK IF ITS PRETTY OUTSIDE

53.Were you a smart kid at school?

nope!

55 .Do you like your hometown?

i love some people here otherwise indifferent?

73.Do you do any sports and if so which ones?

nope i was homeschooled

74.What's your dresscode? What makes you choose the clothes you're wearing? (on different occasions)

i really prefer skirts over dresses spef at knee length and i prefer no sleeves or short sleeves with just a sweater if it gets chilly. i like feelin fancy and cutesy.

77.Can you imagine something pretty romantic you would like your/a partner to do for you?

honest the most romantic thing i think someone can do is just to be there for each other that you want to experience life together even when life is incredibly shitty and not ideal at the moment but sticking through it with them anyhow because you want to experience life with them whem it's good or bad, being there the day their parents die, not ditching them if they lose their job being their cheerleader if they get cancer...just kinda knowin your a team that you've got their back n them your's and that you'll build a life together that makes you both happy through it all idk just bein there n lettin me be there for em in return? but idk im kinda shit at the romance tbh uuuuhhhh i appreciate it when someone sets time aside for me that means a lot to me more then they'll probably ever know

79.Is it risky to ask you whether you are a honest person or not?

not sure if im the right one to judge that but i have been told im "stupidly honest" id like to think im honest but im not sure? i dont trust myself in anything!

84.Are you into candies?

yes i love sour candies and chocolates

90.If you know your go-to person currently has time, do you still text them, call them or leave a voice message?

im not sure im smart enough to understand this question?

98.Do you prefer living in a (big) city or in a (countryside) rural area?

they both have their ups n downs probably country side.

Thank you so very very very much for the asks golly gee it def gave my brain a break from all the big scares thank you so much really honest you have no clue how much this helped calm me down i really really appreciate it so much i hope your weekend is wonderful and i hope the weather is nice and you get to eat something nice and your day is full of lots of small joys!