#also ive been meaning to write this for a while then saw the asks answered with art of mikey and leo and thought

[nightyslibrary]

(A Short Fic About) A Normal Day With Your Double Mutated Brother

☆ Fandom: rottmnt (au by @heckitall )

☆ Warnings: Nothing!! Just fluff and the boys being silly :]

☆ Word Count: 1432

☆ AO3 Link: N/A

☆ Characters: Leo, Donnie, Mikey

Uhh so I might have written something inspired by Heckl's comics and drawings :] go check his comics/artwork out!! Hope you like it (and happy birthday!!) (Also if there is any mistake... well, lets say its because it is 1 am)

 When it came to playing video games the twins would always end up getting too invested in it, which either would turn up to them fixating on the game for hours or fighting over who could beat it in “the right way”. Even when the games were two player ones, they’d still do the same thing.

 Not so surprisingly, this didn’t change even when Donnie became twice his size. Instead now the boys were sitting in Leo’s room, Leo laying his back on Donnie and playing the new the Legend of Zelda game on their switch. Donnie was watching the screen with joy, his tail wagging, and at times chirping to Leo.

 “See? I can do the puzzles quite well.” Leo said without looking away from the screen. “I had told you.”

 Donnie chirped as a response, as if making fun of Leo.

 Leo turned to him, “Just because I got stuck it doesn’t mean I am not good with them. Now let’s go back to the depths, since somebody thinks I can’t handle it.”

 The double mutated turtle smirked, making turtle sounds, before noticing something on the screen and pointing.

 “Wha- oh shi--!” He yelped as he moved with Donnie’s arms holding him, making various sounds in the meantime. As Leo turned back his attention to the game, bleeping as he continued playing it with Donnie commenting at times once again. Just like before Donnie’s situation, as if nothing had changed. Everybody in the lair would agree this was nice.

 Neither of them was sure how long had passed when Mikey entered with a smile on his face. “Are you two still playing Tears of the Kingdom?” He asked as he approached them.

 “Yep.” Leo replied.

 “It’s been five hours.” Mikey said.

 “Uh-huh.”

 “Which means nobody would say anything if I interrupted you for very important reasons.” He grinned.

 “Wrong.” Leo responded.

 “Don’t think Raphie or dad would agree.” Mikey said, knowing very well that he was right and the two would hear about how they shouldn’t sit down and play video games, forgetting to take care of themselves such as eating. Not to mention how Raph would take this to his advantage and get the switch for himself, not letting Leo play for the rest of the day.

 The slider sighed and starred at his younger brother, knowing very well that Mikey had won. He saved his game and put the switch aside. Meanwhile, Donnie huffed from behind. “Soooo tell us about whatever that is very important?” Leo asked as he got up.

 “I was thinking about how long the lair has been the same, and about how nice it would be to redecorate it.” Mikey explained.

 “You’re the artist Mike, not us.” Leo pointed out.

 “Weeeellll, I wasn’t only thinking about art. Remember the Christmas lights?”

 Leo squinted at Mikey. “You want to decorate the lair with Christmas lights.”

 “Yes!”

 “In August.”

 “Yeah!”

 “…”

 “…”

 “You’ll ignore Halloween?!” Leo gasped, a bit dramatically.

 “We can have Halloween later on!” Mikey retorted. “I just want to have some bright lights around, and maybe a few other new stuffs. A colorful lair wouldn’t hurt anyone, instead it would bring joy! Also, it is for art and creativity!”

 “So, you mean you want to,” Leo snickered, and his brothers knew what was coming. “Lighten up the mood.”

 Mikey groaned, while Donnie growled, both hating the pun. Leo giggled at his own joke, proud of it.

 “Ignoring Leo’s terrible pun for my sanity, all I am saying is it would be nice if you could help.” The youngest said.

 “Eh, sure.” Leo shrugged, not that he could say no. Donnie got on his feet too, careful to not accidentally knock anything down. He was still getting used to his new size.

 With Mikey’s lead they walked out, heading to where Mikey already had the boxes filled with Christmas lights. “We can start from here, and then move to the living room. Leo, can you get the lower parts done?”

 “Call it done already.” The slider winked as he walked towards a box.

 Mikey joined him, grabbing lights from a different box, “Donnie can you help me? I need to reach the higher parts.”

 Donnie chirped as he leaned for Mikey to climb on his shoulders, just like how he did with Raph. He carefully climbed and then patted Donnie’s shoulder to confirm he was ready. Donnie churred happily, he stood up again.

 So, they began redecorating the lair with the lights, leaving some walls empty so Mikey could draw on them. In the meantime, they chatted, talking about various things and unimportant stuff. Filling the silence with happy chatter. Mikey would talk about his next art projects, then mention something that inspirited him, Leo would ask about it, and the conversation would go on.

 It was just like every single time they spent time together, yet it was everything Donnie could ask for. The chatter of his brothers, Mikey’s unexpected ideas, Leo’s dumdum jokes… It was comforting for him.

 So, comforting that---

 CHURRR

 Leo and Mikey stopped talking, looking at Donnie with surprise and glee. Donnie confusedly looked Leo and then at Mikey. As silence was the only answer, Donnie realized what he just had done. His brothers’ exclamation confirmed his fear:

 “OH MY GOSH!!!” Mikey grinned as he jumped down to see Donnie better. “DID YOU DO THAT?!”

 “DID YOU JUST CHURR?!” Leo wheezed.

 Donnie chirped a lot, trying his best in his situation. It didn’t help that Leo kept laughing, and Mikey kept saying he sounded like a happy cat. Maybe if Donnie was his not double mutated self, he would’ve acted cooler and kept calm. But he was not and all he could do chirping. Which frustrated him even more, resulting him running out of the room.

 Leo and Mikey were quick to follow him.

 Donnie had lay under a pile of clothes, most of them being his hoodies and some of Raph’s sweaters that Raph had helped him wear (and later Donnie hadn’t let Raph get them back) in his room. His tail was visible, wagging angrily.  

 The two brothers approached carefully, not to startle him. Mikey looked at Leo, unsure what to do or say. He was feeling a bit bad for Donnie, but he still couldn’t help thinking that he behaved like a cat. Leo wasn’t feeling much different. He knew that he shouldn’t have laughed that much, while Donnie was still upset with his double this whole situation.

 Leo was first to speak, “Uh hey Dee, mind if we join you?”

 A growl.

 “Aww come on, we got something to show you.” He said cheerfully, Mikey looked at him confusedly. The slider winked at him, meaning he had a plan.

 Donnie didn’t leave the pile, but got his head out of it, enough to be able to see them. Leo grinned, and then chirped. Donnie’s eyes widened, surprised, and confused.

 “I thought you had stopped doing it and were unable to anymore.” Mikey squinted at Leo.

 “Well, maybe Donnie’s chirping has helped me figure it out, couldn’t it be?” He spoke.

 Before Mikey could say anything and tell his disbelief, Donnie chirped.

 Leo turned his attention back to him, “I have absolutely no idea what I am saying though, but- chirp!”

 “Are you sure about not knowing what you’re saying?” Mikey questioned.

 “Chiirp.” Leo smirked.

 This seemed to lift Donnie’s mood a bit though. His tail was wagging in the happy way, and he began chirping again. Mikey joined too, since he never had hidden the fact that he still could chirp. Soon the room was filled with chirping of every sort, and the snickering of Mikey and Leo among them at times when one of them made a funny sounding one.

 As the boys' conversation changed with the passing time, Leo turned to Mikey. "About the Christmas lights... you're definitely up to something." He said. "Could it be a prank against Raph?"

 "Please, I would never." Mikey responded, obviously guilty. He didn't need to say it to confirm Leo's guess when he happily stimmed the way he'd do when he was excited for something.

 "Get ready for a surprised Raph yelp, Dee." Leo looked at the clock on his phone. Then looked at Donnie. "He'd wake up any moment now."

 Donnie chirped in response, letting Leo pet his back. Something that kept Donnie relaxed, they'd discovered.

 Then they heard the surprised yelp, as Leo had guessed:

 "ITS CHRISTMAS?!"

 Leo and Donnie turned to Mikey, who was giggling. "Brumation prank," He grinned. "Never gets old."

[thelov3lybookworm]

Lose your temper

Summary: Only loses his temper for her.

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Word Count: 805

Warnings: azzie being a protective pookie 🥹

A/n: hello hello i come bearing gifts after the tiny hiatus. might get my laptop back soon so dont you worry ill be back soon. ive mostly been focused on writing my wattpad books but though you all deserved a lil treat too so here i am 😌

also ps (edited) this was inspired by someones reddit post about having the sweetest father who threatened to hand a man by his intestines if they did not leave his wife alone and i think thats precious 🥺

HAVE FUN YALL

ENJOYYYY🥳

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Being the daughter of the spymaster, it almost made Hazel seem like some sort of elite fae that some feared while others pitied. The people that feared her, Hazel could understand the place they were coming from. But it was the other group that befuddled Hazel.

Why would they pity her? Did they think her father was an abuser of some kind?

Of course, he towered over a lot of people, and his physique made him known as a ruthless warrior. And yeah, maybe he also did have the most spectacular reputation to go with it, but it did not warrant people thinking he bullied Hazel too.

Or maybe it did, but Hazel could not bring herself to understand that part.

Azriel had always been the most gentle, calm and loving parent anyone could ever ask for. He was the furthest thing from mean. Hazel had never seen him get angry or raise his voice.

And it made Hazel wonder. What would be the situation in which Azriel raised his voice?

Hazel knew the one person Azriel loved the most was Y/n. He could act all he wanted when he wanted to irk Y/n that Hazel came first for him, but Hazel knew that if it came to it, he would sacrifice the whole world, her and then himself to please his wife.

And so when she asked her father, his answer came as no surprise.

"Dad, will I ever see you lose your temper?"

He laughed, his eyes not leaving the vegetables he stirred in the pan for lunch. "Maybe if someone bullies your mother, you just might."

Hazel smiled, nodding. She turned to look outside the window that faced their porch, looking at all the people that passed. Their house was in one of the quietest areas of Velaris, and so only sparse groups of people lingered around, mostly kids and housewives.

As she continued pondering his answer, her eyes fell on her mother returning from the market nearby. Hazel grinned, beginning to turn to her father to tease him about it, but then she looked closer at Y/n.

She looked disturbed, brows furrowed and lips pursed.

"Dad?"

Azriel hummed, glancing at Hazel.

"Does mom look worried to you?"

Hazel heard him draw closer, peering over her shoulder. "Mom?"

"Yeah, look."

Hazel glanced at Azriel, watching as his brows drew together and his jaw hardened.

"A male’s following her."

Hazel blinked, then turned to look. Sure enough, she saw a man come into view, jeering at Y/n’s back. Y/n was almost to the gate that opened into their lawn, and she kept glancing back at the man.

"He’s dead if he doesn’t leave."

Hazel would have smiled, but the seriousness in her father’s voice told her he wasn’t jesting.

The two watched as Y/n tried to shut the gate behind her, but the man’s foot wedged inside as he smirked triumphantly at Y/n.

And the presence of Azriel was gone from behind Hazel.

The door opened, and Hazel turned in time to see Azriel practically fly out the door, Truthteller clutched in his hand.

Oh, someone’s dying today.

"Back off!" Hazel hurried over to the door to peer out at the scene, eyes wide as her father called out.

The man’s face crumpled in fear, and he took a step back from Y/n, who turned to look at her husband. If Hazel had to be honest, it was quite funny watching one of the most feared males in all of prythian stand in front of his house with a red shirt and a stained apron on, threatening a male in broad daylight without a care.

"I swear to the mother if I see you ever again, you are going to be buried before you can even blink." Azriel growled, brandishing his dagger.

"For-forgive me, sir. I did not know she was yours-"

"And that should not matter. Don’t let me catch you harassing another female again, or-"

But that man was gone.

Azriel turned to Y/n, smiling. "Are you alright?"

Y/n grinned at him. "I am."

Azriel effortlessly grabbed the bags from his wife’s hands and shifted them to one of his, then wrapped the other one around her waist.

"Did he do something?"

Y/n shook her head, laughing. "You almost killed him before he could."

Azriel grinned, smug. "Glad to hear that."

He led his wife inside the house, casting a searching look outside before closing the door. Y/n shot Hazel an exasperated smile behind his back, making her giggle.

Hazel had always wished to have a love like her parents, but each day, she wondered if she would rather stay by herself.

Because there was no way there was someone out there who loved as Azriel loved Y/n.

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[mattscoquette]

blog updates !!

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hi my loves, i’ve decided i’m taking a small break from writing for now. i will still be active, but ive been dealing with a lot of personal things right now and it’s really draining me, and finding inspiration and motivation to write is so hard. on top of that, i’m starting college classes again in a few weeks so that will also probably affect my willingness to write.

(please read this for more on this paragraph)

i’m also cleaning out my inbox and deleting all my messages, i have about 300+ asks and answering them all can feel saw daunting and like just another task i need to do. feel free to send whatever, although im not writing i will still (most likely) be answering asks about the triplets, about my aus, etc etc.

i will still be as active as i can while also trying to focus on myself and my mental health. as i said before, i’m going through a lot right now, so i’m doing as much as i can to keep myself afloat. with that said, the community on here and writing have always been a big comfort for me. alongside that, i also find a lot of stress relief in exercising, so ive been doing a lot of that recently and i find it to be helping. however, despite all of that, writing is still feeling chore and job-like to me. i like to be very transparent on here about how i’m feeling, because i do love to write and i tend to feel bad about leaving everyone in the dust and don’t post anything for a few weeks.

everyone on here is truly so kind, and i’m so thankful and appreciative of all of love and support i receive on here. when i’m feeling better and more like myself, i will probably begin to write again. i’ve just been in such a mental slump lately and i feel like it’s really killing my creativeness.

again. thank u all for the continued support, i was truly so nervous about taking a “break” but a lot of u guys were very kind and supportive and it means the world to me. seriously. i love u all so so much <3

[deathbxnny]

To say i had gasp when i saw Black Butler on your anime list was an understatement. This idea has been circulating on my mind for a while now, so can i request Undertaker, Grelle, and William T. Spears with a reader like Acrobatic Silky from Dandadan?

(For anyone reading this, please watch episode seven of the anime to not get spoiled)

Context:

(I’ll be writing this with the idea in mind of a female reader but you can make the reader gn by having them be afab)

Reader was a trained ballerina before she quits bc she got pregnant. She did everything for her daugther, even if it meant selling her body. But on the day of her daugther’s birthday, her pimps beats her up and took her daugther due to the reader taking some of the money that was supposed to be given to her pimps for her daugther. In the end, she got to a high place and danced herself to the edge to end herself in despair. Little did she know, she is now a reaper..

What if the said characters ive chosen were the ones to reap reader’s daugther’s soul and the said characters see the daugther’s memories of the reader and what happened on that fateful day, how would they react to what had happened to their lover?

Also also how would they react to the reader’s graceful fighthing style from her past experience as a ballerina?

I hope you’re doing well bxnny!

- Flower Anon 🌸

Bloody ballerina shoes. | William, Undertaker, Grell x Fem!Reader

Me actually posting something for once? Shocking, I know... also, I tried my best with the description you gave me, Flower Anon, so I hope you'll enjoy this!<3

Content: Heavy angst, mentions of past pregnancy, murder, death, hurt/comfort, vague and non-descriptive mentions of prostitution?, established romantic relationships

Reader is asked to be afab, but no pronouns are mentioned!

((Not proofread))

Song I listened to whilst writing:

》WILLIAM T. SPEARS

He never asked you about why you decided to perish that fateful day, and neither did you ever ask him. It was an unspoken rule between all death reapers, one that he naturally followed perfectly like always. But the curiosity at times nagged at him anyway, when he witnessed you in battle, so graceful and elegant on your feet, just like the ballerinas he had seen in passing whilst on the job.

William never overstepped further than that, however, knowing not to cross the border between trust and the past... that was until he met her. That girl, who looked so eerily similar to you. He was intelligent enough to quickly realise that this was more of a coincidence, as he watched her memories pour out of her frail body and envelope him in the familiarity of your kind image.

But the sight of you was haunting, painful even. Nothing like he knew you now. Your past was a shamefully tragic one, your best efforts to give your daughter a good life being for naught as you simply died an ironically stunning death.

When he returns to you, he sees says nothing about what he saw. But you knew that he knew from his warmer gaze, an understanding warmth in them that made you smile and shake your head. It was alright now. The past is past... only the future with him remains now.

》GRELL SUTCLIFF

When Grell is obsessed with someone, then she tends to want to know everything about them. And when they say everything, then it truly does mean everything.

So it comes to no one's surprise when she's very visibly curious over how you passed, although in a surprisingly more composed manner than usual. Even she knows her limits at times after all. If you are completely unwilling to speak about it, then she won't push you much further than that.

Yet her curiosity still remains as she tries to piece together the puzzle on her own in secret. Your beautiful movements on the battlefield remind her of a ballerina, something that leaves her as breathless as she remains clueless... but what did it all mean?

Nearly driven mad with this question, but unwilling to push you on it, her answer came in the form of your own dying daughter. As she draws those terrible memories out of her, your image strikes her in sudden surprise but also indescribable anger. Oh, how she'd hunt those monsters down to avenge you if she could! She's seething, she's angry, she's... saddened when your daughter takes her last breath.

Grell clinges onto you when she returns, crying into your shoulder pitifully as you comfort her with a sigh. You knew she must've found out somehow, yet she'll never talk about what she witnessed directly to you. She just hopes that her presence in your life will be enough for you to heal over time with her.

》THE UNDERTAKER

He somewhat already had an inkling about your past, although he never asks you directly about it. Your pasts are mostly mysteries to each other, and he finds that exciting... until it's not. There are moments in which he watches you with attentive green eyes, calmly contemplating what had led you to this very lovely moment you were spending together now.

You were elegant in your step, gentle in your movements, a certain flow to you that left people breathless in your presence, metaphorically and literally at times. He often wondered what cruel fate you had been subjected to before he met you, as some details about your past will forever be a mystery to him. Or so he thought.

He immideatly knew she was your daughter. You looked the same, he'd note with a spark of wonder in his eyes, as her memories rushed past him like a warm breeze on a summer evening. You looked so beautiful despite everything, the kindness in your soul reminding him of how lucky he was. And it saddened him that you'd never get to see your daughter again.

But the secrets of your past remained hidden, and he pretended like he didn't know a thing. It was peaceful that way, he figured, as he watched you beaming under the sun on a fine day out with him.

[darkeralmond]

yeees i would definitely enjoy a celebrini fic <3

EYES LIKE SIRENS

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Pairing: Macklin Celebrini x Emilia Richardson

Summary: While Emilia’s is on another date in an effort to get over Macklin, she reminisces on her past HOCO proposal which made her realizes how much she likes Macklin

Warnings: Implications of sex, but no smut

Apricot Speaks: hi guys!! i missed u all sm!! i have been working hard on these and ive also been wondering if i should post these on wattpad too. lmk and pls support my writing!!

“Emilia, this is really starting to become a problem,” Clara called out from her bed. I rolled my eyes at her comment, but due to how small our room was, she saw my reflection causing her to add,“Don’t roll your eyes at me. It is a problem and you know it. This is the 3rd guy in the span of 2 weeks.”

Finally looking back at her, I replied, “Shouldn’t you be proud of the fact I’m not home moping around like I was before?” When I look back, I intensely stare at myself as I focus on acquiring the perfect cat liner.

Behind me, I heard her sigh as she jumped off her bed and making her way into the bathroom. She stopped next to me and though I wasn’t looking, I could the disapproval as she stared into the side of my head. “Maybe if you stare long enough, you can burn a hole into the side of my head and I can cancel this date.”

“Ha,” She answered dryly. I finally looked over at her when I finished the second eye with a smug smirk on my face. “Why do you even wanna go on this date?”

“Because I need to distract myself from brooding in bed all day.” I played with my hair, perfecting a natural messy but sexy look.

She huffed again signaling her distaste in it all, but it wasn’t her concern what I was doing with my free time. Even if it was in an attempt to get over M- someone. “Is your location shared at least?” She asked, raising her brows as she did so. There are so many things she does which resembles my mom which annoys me, but it at least makes me feel somewhat comforted in a way.

I smiled slightly as I answered, “Yes, Clara. I’ll text you where I’m at at times, and I’ll send the safe word if things go south.” Even with my best attempts at reassuring her that not everything will end bad, she still has the same disapproving look on her face. “Clar, I’ll be fine, you don’t have to worry.” I took her hands into mine in my final attempt to assure her I’m grown and can make my own decisions.

I understand Clara’s concern, but what she doesn’t realize is that I know my date’s intentions. I knew this was only going to be a free meal followed by a one night stand, it’s basically what I signed up for when I hopped on these dating apps. All the dates she’s referring to could be considered more as hook ups and actual romantic dates. It’s what I need right after Macklin. Dammit, there goes my 10 minute streak of not thinking of him.

Sometimes I think she has mind reading super powers the way she’s able to redirect the conversation without me saying anything. “So, who’s the lucky bachelor tonight?” She asked as she holstered herself onto the sink counter.

“Jason Redding. He goes to NYU for business.” She bumped her shoulder against mine playfully, causing a small laugh to bubble out of me. “He also plays hockey, which is weird ‘cus I didn’t know they had it there.” Normally I steered clear of hockey players, but somehow Jason landed right into my DMs and it was a love story from there. And by love story, I mean his opening line being ‘This is why I prefer blondes.’

And they say chivalry is dead.

He didn’t make any effort in hiding his true intentions, which I appreciated since other ones did. He suggested taking me to dinner at a very fancy Italian restaurant before taking me to his dad’s hotel located nearby to stay for the night. Now why he was in Boston, I didn’t know.

Well that was until Clara said, “Oh! They play the boys on Tuesday. That’ll be interesting.” I forgot that Macklin had said something about playing NYU in their opening game. If I had known that I definitely would’ve cancelled on him, or never answer him at all.

“You can say that again,” I mumble. I heard my phone ding with a notification, prompting me to look down and see a message from Jason. “He’s here. I’ll text you when I leave the restaurant, alright?” I grabbed my coat off the bed and shimmied into it before tossing my purse over my shoulder.

“Please be safe!” She called out as I left our dorm. I heard the door shut behind me as I made my way towards the elevator.

When the elevator doors shut, I let out a long exhale. Not a nervous exhale, just one final sigh before I put on a fake facade for this guy for the night. Why be myself when he won’t stick along long enough for him to cherish it. I used to not be this way.

I used to be jittery going down this elevator to go out on dates. Now I felt numb and ready to get the night over with. I knew there were no feelings attached to any of these hookups that spawn in my lap, so why worry over something that’s not gonna progress. Let alone affect my future.

I thought my feelings would change eventually. That I’d meet the right guy and feel all the waves of emotions I used to feel in the past, but I haven't. It was my fault I wouldn’t either, so I knew not to feel sorry for myself.

As soon as I stepped out of the building, I wished I would’ve picked a warmer outfit. The weather in early January Boston was hellishly cold and my tights did nothing to prevent the wind from freezing my legs. At least I looked good in my skin tight leather dress.

I wasn’t suprised when I approached Jason and caught him eye fucking me. “Well, hello to you.” When I was in close enough proximity, he wrapped his arm around me and kissed my forehead. I didn’t expect this type of contact so soon, but I didn’t tense up either. I had more in store for me later anyways. “You look even better than you do in pictures.”

My fake laughs had become more convincing the more of these “dates” I go on, but at least this one was giving me stuff to work with. “You’re not too bad yourself,” I said, and I wasn’t lying either. He was super attractive. Brown eyes, blonde hair, a chiseled chin with peach fuzz. He just wasn’t my type.

He opened the car door for me, so I crawled in. The car felt so warm, causing me to melt into the seat. Before shutting the car door, Jason said, “Yeah, don’t fill up too much. I’ll have desert waiting for you in the room.” I was waiting for him to say something along those lines and it didn’t even take 5 minutes. I closed my eyes momentarily as I let the heat thaw me out.

On the way to the restaurant, it was silent minus the sound of traffic around us. With nothing else to entertain me, my mind had resorted to reminiscing on the past.

It gave me a healthy reminder on when I was young and naive, I used to fantasize about my soulmate sweeping me off my feet in a grand romantic gesture in front of a crowd of people. Guys, like Jason, have lowered my expectations of having an Uber paid for me when I used to appreciate aftercare.

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Junior Year

I would like to believe that since my break up I was doing an incredible job on focusing strictly on myself and school. That, however, went out the window when I came to the realization that it was going to be my first homecoming dance without Westyn.

I stared at my ceiling above, taking in all the teenage version of One Direction staring back down at me. If only one of them could come to life and save me from this catastrophe, preferably Zayn. “I don’t know, maybe I should text him and ask. It will be my final time ever interacting with him.”

“Please don’t make me drive over there and snatch your phone away from you so you don’t do anything stupid,” Macklin replied on the other end of the phone.

I laughed as I rolled onto my stomach before responding, “Then you’d be late for your game.”

Without missing a beat he said, “Then, I’d risk being late for my game then.”

“Aww, you do really care about me. I thought you were heartless,” I teased him.

He scoffed, “It’d be for my own sake so I don’t have to hear you complain about him ever again.” I rolled my eyes and laughed again. He got serious again when he said, “Look, I’m sure someone will ask you soon. It’s still a month away.”

I dramatically groaned before flopping back on the mattress. “But I need to get my dress now!” I took the phone off speaker as I brought it up to my ear. . “I’ve already decided pink is my color this year and I wanna be able to find something glittery and unique.”

The sound of him driving was replaced with his laugh which caused a smile to appear on my face as my face grew warmer. “Alright, I’m pulling into the rink now. My parents will be there to get you in an hour so please be ready. Oh, and, Emilia?”

“Yeah?”

“It’ll happen,” He said in a low, almost secretive, tone which made my stomach flip for some odd reason. “Alright, see you later.”

I say bye and hang up, looking at the time on my phone. I should start getting ready now since the Celebrinis will be here in the next hour, but for now I stay laid down in my same position. . I continue to stare at my One Direction poster as I let my mind race with a million thoughts at once.

Ever since the night of Westyn and I’s break up when I came crying to Macklin, something changed within me. That night I saw some sort of spark in his eye which made me reconsider everything. His eyes drew me in like a siren, but I was able to break away and leave before anything could progress.

It had to have been my imagination, because the next day things were normal between us. Maybe it didn’t happen or maybe it’s the way Macklin naturally looks. Whatever it was, that look was dangerous.

I heard my phone ding, causing me to pick it up. Macklin had shot me a text which read:

I know ur still laying down, get up.

…

I didn’t feel crazy anymore for the way I was feeling in bed, because waiting for Macklin to come out after tonight’s win felt different. His parents didn’t help soothing my nerves any, as they were also acting weird. Like they were anticipating something.

I continued chucking it up to my own paranoia until Macklin came out of the locker room and I noticed his mom now held up her camera. “Hey, you!” He greeted me with a cheesy grin as he came out, holding his arms out for a hug. With my brows furrowed, I still accepted the hug because I wasn’t going to leave him hanging just because of my own derailing thoughts.

Without skipping a beat, Macklin’s mom announced, “Let me take a picture.” Macklin spun me quickly to face her, and part of this felt rehearsed. His grip on my waist as we posed for the picture felt tight that if I tried to squirm out of it, I would fail miserably. As my head rested against his chest, I could hear his heart racing. Maybe it was just due to post game adrenaline rush, but he also seemed nervous. I watched as Macklin’s parents, specifically his mom’s, faces lit up as they looked past us which made me think something was occurring behind us.

As if Macklin noticed it too, he glanced back as his grip loosened. I also turned my head, but in an effort to do so, I noticed a bundle of bright flowers against the black sweatshirt Macklin was wearing. I gawked at the arrangement of different pink flowers which were wrapped with a pretty pink bow. My jaw nearly dropped to the floor as he held them out for me to take.

Accepting his flowers, Macklin gently held onto my waist as he diverted my attention to the scene behind us. I was greeted by five of his teammates holding up poster paper spelling out ‘HOCO?’ with joyous grins on their faces.

I could feel my jaw beginning to cramp, indicating how long it had been open due to the amount of surprises thrown my way in the span of a minute. I thought Macklin had been acting weird about Westyn because he liked me, but it was really because he wanted to make sure I wasn’t going with Westyn.

Even though I felt relieved that my initial guess was wrong, for some odd reason my heart felt a sudden pain at the thought of Macklin not liking me. That’s a good thing though… right?

“Emilia?” Macklin spoke up, grounding me back to reality. I looked over at him and noticed the panicked features embedded on his face.

I laughed as a reaction to everything before answering, “Yes, duh!” I threw my arms around him as I grinned from ear to ear. People around gave subtle applause while his teammates cheered loudly.

When we pulled away, I captured the same look that I saw the night I came to him crying. That same longing look. My heart dropped as I swiftly shifted my eyes to look elsewhere, breaking eye contact that made me want to risk everything.

“Now, you have to find a different way to ask me to prom,” I joked as an attempt to distract myself from what could’ve happened.

He laughed before responding with, “I’m sure you’ll have a new date by then.” With that, he put an end to the delusion I’ve had for the past month. I simply nodded my head, looking back down at the flowers.

…

Now

Jason’s hand found its place on my leg, bringing me back to the present as I looked in his direction., “Are you ready to head inside, gorgeous?”

For the first time tonight I felt something that wasn’t numbness, disappointment. Disappointed that I wasn’t looking at Macklin’s smiling face. Disappointed that I let things slip through my fingers because I couldn’t balance my chaotic life.

Swallowing that feeling down, I nodded my head and answered, “Yes.”

As I was escorted inside, my head kept reeling back to what Macklin could be doing right now. What if he was seeing someone as well? What if he’s actually moved on?

No matter what I keep telling myself, thinking about Macklin is inevitable. How am I capable of moving on whenever he breaches my mind every minute of every single day. There was no possible date that could solve this yearning.

[agaypanic]

Can you do a Rodrick fic where his band and the readers band are kinda like rivals but they end up falling for each other yknow? Sorry I’m so bad at detail lmao 💀

Battle of the Bands (Rodrick Heffley X Pop Singer!Reader)

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Summary: While wandering around during lunch, Rodrick sees a giant poster for Battle of the Bands, which immediately piques his interest. But while signing up, he meets the leader of a pop band.

A/N: lowkey famous au, reader is in a pop band based off of Citizen Queen (by based off of, i mean the band name is citizen queen and they sing a citizen queen song, but i just made up the other band members lol) (side note: just found out (writing this 6/6) that citizen queen is a three piece now AND grouptherapy is a duo?? Why was i not informed on this omg). Kinda inspired by some of the pop!reader x rocker!rodrick asks ive answered, also kinda inspired by metal lords 

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Rodrick had a routine of wandering around the school during lunch. He didn’t really like the cafeteria. It was loud, not in a cool rock way, and was filled with his annoying peers. So he grabbed whatever sandwich his mom packed for him that morning and ate it as he walked around campus. Sure, he could just eat in his van. But knowing him, he would probably miss class if he went anywhere outside the building. He didn’t mind that much, but his parents were way more on his ass about grades and attendance than usual.

While walking down one of the hallways, a giant poster caught Rodrick’s attention. “Battle of the Bands.” He read, eyes soon widening as he registered what it meant. This wasn’t just some poster advertising the event; it was also a sign-up sheet. Shoving his half-eaten sandwich into his mouth, Rodrick ran to the poster while trying to pull a pen out of his backpack.

The sign-up sheet was blank, so the poster must have just been put up. This felt like fate to Rodrick, seeing this before anyone else. He wrote his band’s name quickly, taking up two entry lines in his excitement. 

He stared at the poster a bit longer before someone appeared behind him. “Excuse me?” Rodrick whipped his head around to see a pretty girl with a lopsided smile.

“Hi.” Rodrick didn’t know why you had approached him, but he wasn’t about to stop you.

“Hey.” You pointed to the poster behind him. “Are you done with this?”

“Huh?” He suddenly remembered that he was in your way. “Oh! Yeah, sorry.”

Rodrick stepped to the side, watching you laugh lightly and take out a pen. “It’s okay.” He watched as you wrote a name below his, only taking up one line instead of two like him. You read his band’s name. “Loded… Dipper?”

“It’s pronounced ‘diaper.’” He corrected proudly, missing your muffled laughter. “We’re a rock band. I’m the drummer and the founder, Rodrick.”

He thrust out his hand for you to shake. “Cool.” You said. “I’m Y/n, singer and founder of Citizen Queen.” You pointed to the name you had written down. “We’re a pop band.”

Rodrick didn’t have the same decency as you to hide his laugh. “Pop? That’s like, so overdone.” You raised your brows at him in surprise.

“Well, you know what they say. If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.” You retorted, giving the sign-up sheet and then giving him a once-over. “Why’s your band called ‘Löded Diper’? Is it because you guys are full of crap?”

Rodrick gasped dramatically, dropping your hand. He narrowed his eyes at you. “Toosh.”

“It’s touche.”

“Touche.”

“I guess we’ll see you at auditions.” You say, giving Rodrick a sickly sweet smile. “Let’s hope you don’t stink as much as your name would suggest.”

Rodrick opened his mouth to say something but couldn’t think of anything. He groaned in frustration and pointed his finger at you. “I’ll think of a comeback to that.” You laughed, starting to walk away.

“Don’t hurt yourself thinking of one!”

***

Rodrick saw you at auditions before you saw him. You were with your friends, joking around and doing warmups. 

“Hey, who’s the hottie you’re staring at, Rodrick?” Chris hit his friend’s shoulder, following his eye line to see you do some half-hearted dance practice with the rest of your band.

“Don’t…” Rodrick trailed off, knowing he would call you the exact same thing. But he needed to focus. He looked at Chris with a stern look. “Don’t call her hot. She’s the enemy, Chris, she’s competition.”

“Chill, man.” Drew laughed.

Rodrick whipped around to look at his band. “No. We gotta focus if we’re gonna win this thing. You can start thinking about hot chicks when we need groupies on our big sold-out world tour.” His bandmates thought about it for a moment, before nodding in understanding. “Good, now start setting up. We go on first.”

The rock band moved their equipment to the auditorium stage to set up. Seeing that the first band was about to audition, everyone settled into seats.

Löded Diper’s performance was… interesting, to say the least. The music wasn’t exactly your taste, mainly the lyrics. And they were very… energetic. That was the nicest way you could describe the somewhat cringey spectacle. As soon as the boys were finished, the two people conducting the auditions scribbled down some notes and yelled out for the next performers: you and your band.

While Löded Diper packed up their equipment, you decided to go up to talk to Rodrick. You figured that you might as well try to be civil with him. You had to admit that when he wasn’t talking, Rodrick Heffley was kinda cute.

“Nice job.” Rodrick looked up from one of his drum pieces, trying to decide whether or not you were being sarcastic. Maybe you were a little bit, but you wanted to keep that to yourself. 

“Thanks.” He said a bit skeptically. Then suddenly, the skepticism turned into cockiness. “Don’t hurt yourself trying to top it, baby.”

You rolled your eyes a bit playfully. “My name’s not ‘baby,’ don’t call me that.” Then you laughed a little. “And good comeback… I guess.”

“It only hurt a little to come up with.” 

“Two minutes until the next band comes up!” One of the adults called out, and Rodrick jumped to pack up the rest of his drum set.

You didn’t think he’d trust you to help him put his stuff away, and frankly, you didn’t exactly want to in the first place. “So… maybe we’ll see each other at Battle of the Bands?”

“Depends on how good you do.” He teased. Annie, one of your friends, called you over to where the rest of your band was grouped. You gave Rodrick one last look before starting to walk away. “Baby.”

You whipped around and saw Rodrick smirking at you. Shaking your head, you kept walking.

***

You shouldn’t have been surprised to hear that almost every group that auditioned got into Battle of the Bands. The auditions were probably just a formality, at the most, making sure no one was gonna perform anything too explicit. 

The high school auditorium was completely packed, making you a little nervous. This wasn’t your band’s first performance, but it was your biggest so far. You tried to stay positive, though. You and your friends have run through this song probably a hundred times with barely any problems. Now, all you had to do was do it one more time in front of your entire town.

“Citizen Queen,” the stage manager read the band name from his clipboard. “You’re up next, get ready.”

You were about to move closer to your friends, who were huddling together when you felt a tap on your shoulder. “Hey.” You turned around to see Rodrick. 

“Hi.” You responded, squinting at him because of the slight darkness backstage. “Nice eyeliner.”

“Thanks, I used my mom’s.” You giggled at the response, and Rodrick cracked a smile at the sound. “Good luck out there.”

“Thanks. Good luck to you guys, too.” You put your hand out. “May the best band win.”

Rodrick shook your hand, repeating your words. Before you could let go, he squeezed your hand and looked at you hopefully. “Maybe… whoever wins should get treated to dinner by the other?”

You smiled, slowly starting to nod. “That sounds nice.” You decided not to mention that other bands were competing, so the chances of Löded Diper or Citizen Queen winning were slim. You leaned close to Rodrick. “Better get your wallet ready.”

“We’ll see about that, baby.” Rodrick teased before finally letting go of your hand.

With one last look, you skipped over to your friends, who were giving each other pep talks. You all talked for a quick minute before the announcer called your name. The five of you ran out on stage and got in your positions, waiting for the music to start.

Rodrick watched the entire performance, eyes intently focused on you. You moved fluidly with the rest of your friends, not singing until the pre-chorus. Rodrick was immediately taken away by your voice. “Keep my head up, head up, and heels high. I might be in love, but I don’t rely on someone to make me feel alive.” While walking around the stage, you suddenly made eye contact with Rodrick. “You keep calling me baby. But that’s not what my name is.” You winked at him before you and the rest of your friends started singing the chorus.

It felt like an eternity to Rodrick before the song ended, and that was meant in the best way possible. He honestly didn’t want it to end, because your voice was so lovely and you were so energetic. 

When you ran off stage, you and your friends tightly hugged each other, filled with adrenaline. “That was so awesome!” Nora squealed.

“They’re cheering so loud.” Stella laughed. “We’re totally gonna win this thing!”

Everyone started to pull away from each other. “No one speak too soon.” You said, slightly out of breath. “You might jinx us.”

“Come on,” Annie said, starting to walk away. “Let’s get some water.”

Everyone eagerly followed, but you started to stagger. You called out to your friends, saying you’d be there in a minute, before walking over to Rodrick, who seemed to already be waiting for you.

“That was awesome.” He said as soon as you were in earshot. “You were awesome.”

“Thanks.” You grinned. “Glad it didn’t sound too overdone.”

Rodrick laughed sheepishly, remembering his comment about your band’s genre from a few weeks ago. “No, it was, uh… It sounded just right.” Rodrick looked around, ensuring he still had time to talk to you before he and his band had to go on. “So, even though my band is pretty awesome, I have a feeling that you guys will win. But even if you don’t… can I still take you out to dinner?”

It amused you a bit, seeing this rocker boy look so shy. You took a step towards Rodrick and went up on your toes to plant a kiss on his cheek. “I’d like that.”

“Löded Diper, you’re on in five minutes!” The stage manager called out.

Rodrick took a deep breath, reeling from your affection and the fact that he and his band had to perform soon. “Awesome.” You both chuckled at the slight waver in his voice. “So, I guess I’ll see you later. Queen.”

You laughed at the new nickname. “I guess you will.”

***

Rodrick Heffley Taglist: @tweedledipshit @screechingsandwichtriumph

[choccy-milky]

hey! They already asked you but I don't know if you forgot hehe, what are the mbti of Clora and Sebastian? 😸

OK, I FINALLY HAVE AN ANSWER!! took me a hot minute to figure out sebs, but after reading all the pages and comparing, i do think entp fits him the best. also i saw this picture on pinterest about a relationship between isfj and entp and its so true, esp the "do not listen to each other's advice, still get each other out of trouble" LMFAO. also the 'protecting isfj at all costs' 🥺🥺🥺im soft. (ALSO DONT COME AT ME I KNOW I SPELLED KNOWLEDGEABLE WRONG IM TOO LAZY TO FIX IT😭) OKAY!! and its been a while so i'll be using this ask to reply to a buncha others🙏🙏

my fanfic does follow the plot of the game, but with sebastian added to every sidequest/story mission. and then from around the third (niamh's) trial, it starts to branch more into (mostly all) original stuff!^^

yes actually LMAO, clora's lawley-slap wasn't even planned. but as i was writing it i started to get so offended on her behalf i was like GIRL, SLAP THIS BITCH🤬 so she did😇😇 id say its normal, yeah! even tho i stick to my outlines, a lot of what happens just kinda happens without my prior planning as i begin to write bahaha, especially dialogue scenes.

aw, im glad u like my blog so much and that it can help u even in the smallest of ways 😭thank u!!💖💖

BAHAHA AWW TYY IM GLAD U LIKE IT SO MUCH!! i saw u re-reading it recently on wattpad and ur comments always have me dying. also im just gonna address your other ask here in this one, but as u know seb has now met mr.clemons, and you 10000% nailed the dynamic between seb and clora's dad LMFAOO, they will absolutely bond over disagreeing with how careless she is and wanting to protect her/stressing over her LOOL. ty again for all ur messages, i love seeing how much u love my art/fic😭💖

OMG u are so right i need to draw this

also god idk....following the sebinis example, i guess they'd be...sebora?? reminds me of sephora LMAO. ive also had someone call them "alliteration shipping" which i think is so cute BAHAHA. HONESTLY PPL CAN JUST SAY WHATEVER THEY WANT, i aint picky.

oh god its been too long since ive read the books (tho i do really wanna re-read them esp in the winter) but my fav movie is half blood prince, just because i love all the ron/hermione moments and the highschool drama BAHAHA. what do u mean harry potter isnt a romcom??? ok and last but DEFS not least

THE UNHINGED ENERGY OF THIS ASK CRACKED ME UP SO MUCH WHEN U SENT IT BAHAHAH, couldnt even fit the whole thing in my screenshot. IM GLAD U LIKED/HATED THE CHAP, and also your pfp just makes everything you say funnier, i love it LMAOOO. ty🙏🙏

[ranticore]

answering an ask from @coyoteworks under a readmore because it's mildly spoilery for said the black horse :)

Coyoteworks asks: ive been sitting on this one for a while because its so in my head.. i really like how you write the werewolves in mvf. it really taps into my love for examinations of human and animal behavior, because as much as i love when a character goes 'berserk' in some way like a werewolf or monster transformation of any kind, i often feel like the execution of it being a result of a well of hidden evil is a bit too 'easy'... when bowman first turned i genuinely sat forward because i was so fascinated & delighted by his behaviors. the idea that these werewolves, with their reputation for being cruel and vicious, known for having the intelligence of man and the bloodthirst of a predator animal... arent actually all that vicious the first time they turn... it's just a really lovely take on what our "base" instincts actually are, and that cruelty is a learned/taught trait rather than an inherent one... same goes for jean's first transformation, and his fear, and bowman willingly turning to ease that fear and communicate as wolves... aughhg i just love it so much... the boys are playinggggggg

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Answer:

I have to confess to being a little bit spiteful when I formulated those werewolf portrayals... I find that the idea of what a werewolf IS has been turned into almost a fandom in the sense that if you go against their established rules, it's decried as not REALLY a werewolf or a dilution of werewolves etc. And I find that really interesting; once I saw an entire rec list of werewolf media by a fan of werewolves who was deeply dismissive and disgusted by works which didn't have the werewolf being a rampaging beast every full moon because, to them, that was the whole point of a werewolf. To not have it be that way would be like making a vampire that doesn't drink blood. The narrative is that it's always about the fear of some primal bestial anger or energy inside oneself and that this is a struggle of man vs evil primal nature.

But it also strays close to something i also don't like about a lot of 'fae' tropes which is that it becomes played out, tired, predictable, and let's all be so honest with ourselves a lot of werewolves are the way they are because the writers find it hot as well in the same way vampires are hot - some kind of surrender to a raw bestial nature (often extremely masculine.. u can't tell me there's no reason ppl keep making lumberjack werewolves). it's part of a power fantasy when approached from that angle, the fantasy of being dominated/being dominating

So those are the metaphorical seeds inside most werewolf portrayals in media. To me, I was interested more in the former stuff than the latter, but the latter interests me too. 'Man vs evil wild nature' is a common theme in fairy stories as well, with wild spaces representing a threat. On the one hand I did want to subvert an expectation, but it's also part of a long-running main plot point in the series which will become obvious soon (sorry). For the werewolves, what they represent isn't the fear of the animal inside (a human is already an animal) but just the space to be the animal that you already are. I also want to refute the evil wild nature thing too - animals don't rampage about for no reason, there's no evil inherent inside a wolf. There's no mindless violence or attacking - the werewolf rampaging on the first full moon in Inver is doing it because they are frightened. It's not a harmless animal by any means and you still need to avoid provoking it, but it has no malicious intent.

The playing scene was really important to me also as a pivotal point in Bowman's arc but also Jean's and the book in general. If we're going to look at a werewolf as an externalisation of baser nature or a glimpse into what might go on inside the soul of a person (such as any exists), why is it necessarily violent... in Jean's own words, he often wanted to play with Bowman when he was younger, but could never bring himself to approach due to the constraints of society around him. playing is more fundamental to animals (both canine and human) than being a scary monster. so in this version of monstrosity, the monster is unbound from societal convention, finally free to play

Also wanted it to be quite clear that the avatars do not rampage without reason, either; they're scared, too.

[lizaluvsthis]

Sorry if im late but during that deleted scene of matmtv au i cant help but notice

Why does Meggy not have her hat?

And why does it say Act 2.5??? Does that mean this comic is long and what Act are we on now? I couldnt help it I love your comic!

WAIT I ACTUALLY DIDNT EXPECT SOMEONE WOULD LIKE MY COMIC- THANK YOU SO MUCH... 😭 Might I say it means alot to me receiving these comments, The comic I made for that au is just based on my "Late-Night-Drunken-Doodles"

I want to call it that was cause I've always had runner up marware comics in this au every night, and whenever I write their dialogues they seem unauthentic due to my sleepyness. Wait where was I again? Oh right-

During Act 2, I originally planned to make this part whether she makes her own decisions for herself to NOT cope from the past but atleast focus on the present-future ahead. Thats why when Mario convinced to Meggy that Puzzles is not a bad person anymore, she debated on her mind if she'd give Puzzles a chance even after everything he's done.

(To remind everyone, one shot wren WORKED for Mr. Puzzles and he had admitted that during Puzzlevision Movie that he was the one behind their little adventures)

She faced on the present, proving to herself that anyone can change. Meggy destroys her hat. Forgetting Wren's existance and his bad doings that were growing all over her.

Side note- due to this scene being deleted, I decided to just make her destroy her hat with no Puzzles being in there but Wren. She just wanted to get rid of it.

And if you're also asking the Act, I had already planned a long time ago how it begins and how it ends. Acts are what I used for different side story and ALSO they're the basic set ups of rising actions and the impacts of how this story of the comic will take place in the right time. (My only problem, is that Ive never arranged them properly so my head is exploding)

We are STILL on ACT 1

Act 1 is called "Bond" it's the episode or- well- pages of the story where Mario and Puzzles made sense with each other and had their talks, said as hanging out and doing stuff together while Puzzles never realized something until now.

Although we're finally on Act 1, we have Pre-Act 1 of "Bond" which drags us to the VERY first beginning of a prologue. And yes, it's when Mario saw a TV of a head which we all figured it was actually Mr. Puzzles after his head got bashed into the sky with a luigi meat mallet. Pre-Act is yet to begin the story that would unfold into that chemistry we have going with Mario and Puzzles. So far they're still on progress with working each other out.

It might seems alot, but in a nutshell like any other. It's just some silly comic of the two complicated GAYS.

Act 2.5 in this scene is deleted and was re-written from the script. Meggy and Mr. Puzzles who are originally going to be friends of this story would probably NOT work out because they've JUST been moving on to Puzzlevision Movie after that. In the re-written version I had for her is that Meggy is now the LEAST character who has lines. But is still relevant to the story aside from SMG3 and SMG4.

The comic is atleast longer than um... than 100+ pages and these are just the Pre-Act and Act 1 still... imagine making more of that in 2 notebooks and end up having 500+ that would be a real dedication.

Anyways I think these are all well spoken, I hape to answer more project related or non project related asks. Please feel free to drop down anything on my inbox ^^

- ★Lizaluvs

[kenyummy]

Hello (^з^)-☆ i really really love your found fic! Never have i seen fics written that good! I'm deeply in love with your writings!!

Also the managers are so adorable, each of them have a special potition in my heart! (Sometimes i'm more excited to see the managers compared to the bluelockers- WHO SAID THAT?)

Merodi Kyouka and Komi all of em are [name] girlfriends 💯💯💯

Its gets me excited by the end of nel the players remaining got this letter with special homework from ego right? Will the managers that got selected recieve similar things? To train each of their managers skill i wonder or will they stay at blue lock answering thousand emails cause blue lock got super famous from the bltv and lots of emails recived from sponsor etc and the remaining managers need to handle that? I definetly dont know what's on your mind but whatever it is must have been amazing!

I know that you once said you might not continue found and if you really dont its fine cause i understand we have private life we really need to balance and i hope you have enough rest and prioritize your mental health! But.. i really hope you dont stop no matter how slow you update i will always wait for you patiently cause found are like magic to me it really mesmerize me a lot (SORRY IF ITS DRAMATIC)

Also sorry if i talk to much i really want to express my feelings to you i love u please i hope i dont freak you out with how excited i sound shdhdhdheehe have a great daayy!! 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

omg when i tell u im genuinely going to bawl at this 🥹 YOURE THE SWEETEST PERSON EVER I LOVE YOU SO MUCH AAASSSSSSASDSSASS

first, thank you so much for saying this! to see somebody be so passionate about my works genuinely makes me feel the happiest I've been in a while. found is literally my baby and ive poured so much time and effort and love into writing it so seeing people like you be so sweet like this genuinely makes me smile so much 🫶

second, you're so right! im so happy so many people love the managers, because each of them were supposed to be unique and likeable in their own way! I like to think they've grown from exaggerated stereotypes to a loveable person who acts as a relatesble figure in a room full of teenage boys.

like how kyouka had gone from just sweet and shy to growing into a person alongside mc—developing feelings and being selfish when it comes to her. she has her own life, friendships, personality, and story behind everything extending even past the reader, and nothing makes me happier than seeing people recognise this.

however, as found is ending after the nel, there may be a shift. there will probably be less focus on world building and duties of the managers like how you mentioned, and more trying to wrap up loose ends with any characters, ongoing mini arcs and everything else w the love interests.

but this could definitely change if I get a sudden inspiration to do something else! just keep that in mind 🫶🫶

i won't continue found into any future arcs for good, though, because it's gone on so long and I just can't see how the reader could develop any futhur as the whole point of her story was for her to find herself after it'd been lost in that crash—she's become content with herself and I think it's a great note to end her story on.

BUT!! as I've said many times before, there will be endings for certain characters! 15 to be exact, so they'll probably be in a separate fic and can technically be read as oneshots for reader and her happy ending with them.

trust me, if you're being dramatic, i definitely am too. this fic means SO much to me probably more than it should

I love it just as dearly as you do 🥹. your words genuinely mean so much to me and they make me SO happy. I promise I'm not overexaggersting, as soon as I saw this I started smiling like an idiot because this is so heartfelt and kind.

thank u sm for the ask 💐🫶🫶

[loveroffictionalmen]

Hi. If your requests are still open can you write a familial kate bishop request please where R struggles with depression and Kate helps her sibling through a bad episode?

Nothing Like A Sister’s Love

Pairings: Kate Bishop x sibling!reader

Description: Sibling!Reader struggles with depression and their sister, Kate Bishop helps them through it, day by day.

Warnings: not proofread oopsies, depression obv, maybe some negative self talk but tbh it’s really just a lot of fluff

Words: 644

Prompt: Depression Episode

A/N: so sorry ive been gone for 5ever i kinda dropped off the face of the earth but i am here! I also have not watched hawkeye so im so sorry if this feels inaccurate but i hope it provides you some comfort

Y/n didn’t know how many days it had been since they started feeling like this. Could have been a month, could have been three. All they knew was that they felt so alone and just flat out numb. They didn’t bother to pick up the phone, to make themselves proper meals. They slept all day and stayed up all night. It felt impossible to get out of bed some days. Actually, most days they couldn’t get out of bed. 

So when the doorbell rang that one day in September, Y/n didn’t bat an eye. Probably just some salesman, they’d go away eventually, they thought. But after about five minutes of consistent knocking and doorbell ringing, y/n decided to muster up the strength to open the door. It took another minute or two for them to get out of bed, but when they looked through the peephole and saw their sister, their face immediately crumpled. 

Kate had called y/n nearly everyday since they had moved out, and when y/n stopped answering the phone, Kate took it upon herself to pay her sibling a visit. Y/n couldn’t stop the shame from washing over them, they should have picked up the damn phone. Now, seeing Kate at their door, anxiously biting her lip and knocking over and over again, y/n couldn’t help but feel guilty for worrying their family. 

Y/n unlatched the deadbolt and lock, and opened the door ajar, as to not show the mess of the apartment. 

“Oh my god thank god, I thought I was going to have to call the police!” Kate said, shoving the apartment door open and wrapping her arms around y/n. She placed her hands on their cheeks. “You’re alive.”

Y/n didn’t say anything, but tears pricked their eyes. Kate looked at y/n, then around the apartment, then back to y/n. 

“It’s bad again isn’t it?” She said softly. Y/n nodded, afraid that if they spoke they’d never stop crying. “Hey, it’s okay, it’s okay. You’re okay,” She smiled at y/n. It was a soft smile.  Comforting. She brought y/n back into a hug and cradled them in her arms. “You’re gonna be okay.”

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Kate set up camp in Y/n’s living room, despite their objections. She set up a little bed on y/n’s couch and brought back groceries and cleaning supplies. 

“Do what you can, I won’t push more than what you are capable of doing,” She said. Y/n started to clean as much as they could, but they wore out fast, so Kate finished the job. It wasn’t long before Kate was in the kitchen, cooking their grandma’s favorite spaghetti and meatball recipe. Y/n gave Kate a small smile. But the guilt still weighed down on them like a boulder. 

“You know you don’t have to do this for me,” Y/n said while they sat to eat. Kate shrugged.

“Mom wasn’t going to do it. And I was worried about you. I worry about you all the time. Ever since we were kids, I always wanted to protect you from stuff like this, but I know I can’t take your pain away. So I just try to do what I can to lessen the burden.” Kate explained with her mouth full towards the end. 

“I just-” Y/n tried to say, but Kate quickly interrupted them.

“Don’t feel bad. I do it because I love you. Not because I feel bad for you or anything. You’ve always been there for me, so.” Kate explained. “And I promise I’m going to keep being here for you because you deserve to have someone in your corner.” Y/n smiled. 

“You mean that?” They asked. Kate nodded while slurping up a noodle.

“I mean it. I’ll always be here for you.”

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eva, I have come to humbly beg for your opinion on my dilemma. since, you know... you're kind of an expert on dilemmas. (I'm gonna stop now.) so last month I was blessed with the opportunity to watch a touring Broadway performance of Hamilton. (ik, so cringe of me; bully me if you want.) anyways, a few days before that, one of my friends invited me to go see a kids' performace of Beetlejuice (the musical!). and I was like "yeah, I'll come, deals are cool," and LOVED IT. two days after Hamilton, I went and watched Beetlejuice again... and fell in love with the musical. it has lived rent-free in my head ever since. (listening to the album did not help.) so what I decided to do today before bed (it's 4am as I'm writing this and I genuinely feel like I have been injected with eight shots of caffeine) is google if the original Broadway actor who played Beetlejuice would ever play him again... and... well. turns out the answer is yes. but here's my dilemma: Beetlejuice: The Musical will touring in my area, but it's the traveling cast, therefore the actor I'm dying to see won't be there. However, it will be cheaper than flying to New York, finding a place to stay, and managing to get my hands on Broadway tickets. I don't know the next time he'll play the role or if he'll ever do it again (this is a limited-time thing anyways) but holy hell, flying across the country is expensive. what should cryptid do?

oooohhh what an interesting dilemma. i am not often consulted for such important matters, which is a shame because i have some great terrible advice to give

i absolutely will NOT bully you for ur love of musicals i ALSO love musicals. i saw hamilton on broadway a while back and loved it :D beetlejuice is also epic live laugh love alex brightman

i’m gonna venture a guess that the actor you’re dying to see in beetlejuice is alex brightman? on account of the fact that he’s alex brightman? if its not alex brightman then my bad but i am gonna use him as a placeholder name for whichever actor youre dying to see

i mean personally id ask myself something like “if alex brightman had never entered the picture in the first place, would i bother seeing the travelling cast at all?” cuz if the answer is no then you’ve deconstruction tje two choice illusion and realized that you are particularly invested in alex brightman, moreso than the show itself. badda bam it’s new york time babey bagels galore wallet empty

however i suspect in my bones, based on additional context, that you love the show as a whole and would still prolly appreciate the heck outta the travelling cast’s performance. but like. alex brightman. i get it man. our dilemma remains unsolved

my dad’s philosophy has always been somethin to the effect of “make memories now and make money later” because like. opportunities for memories are often more scarce than opportunities for money. then again my father’s primary investment is guiness so take that with at least one grain of salt

i guess it’s really a matter of whats feasible for you rn? if you wanna whittle down the costs, reddit is often shifty as hell but the people there know things.

but overall man like. i aint a financial advisor. id prioritize your own wellbeing above all, in my humble opinion. if you whittle down costs, will you still be able to afford, like… food and utilities and medications and other essentials? because if the question is “should i eat popcorn as my only meal and stop my meds for the next four months so i can see alex brightman” then the answer is definitely no. but if its a matter of “i gots some fun funky savings that’ll cover a decent chunk of the bill here, should i drain my savings on this specifically or not” then like maybe bro spoil urself. be your own sugar daddy 😎

then again i have poor spending habits and i ate dino nuggets + cake for breakfast this morning so maybe like. dont take advice from such a creature 🤷🤷

or ☝️ and this is just an idea

ive heard furry porn commissions are bountiful these days (joke)

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the previous question about photography and Saeran got me thinking all day and i dont really have time to replay the game myself so i would like to ask you - and the kind people in your comments

☆ has Saeran ever mentioned being into other forms of art? i personally think he (ge?) would love painting and sketching landscapes/plants he saw outside. Also, ive seen quite a lot of fanarts with him playing the piano or the violin. Im not sure if baking is considered art or if he personally considers his desserts as a form of it, but theres that too.

thank you for answering (◜ᴗ◝)

Yes! A common theme with Saeran is drawing and doodling. His diary is bonus material that you can purchase from the Cheritz Market in the Special Believer Box, and in it, he uses a mixture of drawing and writing to put down entries when he's a little boy. He also uses little doodles to represent the entire honeymoon journey in the Passport Package!

I assume it's because it's easier for him to draw than it is to write since it would have taken him a while to learn how to write properly. It became a habit for him. Kids tend to find ways to express themselves even if you don't teach them how, and for Saeran, it seemed to be his perfect outlet was drawing. It helped him show what he wanted to say but couldn't. This is something he's continued to do later in life, and it's been shown in subsequent material that he likes to draw for himself.

Saeyoung would've been the one teaching him how to read and write since he couldn't attend church, after all. A baby teaching another baby would take a lot of time and care, and Saeran's penmanship as a kid does express that difficulty to learn how to write. That's why we put so much emphasis on fine motor skills when kids are just getting into school, people. They have to be taught how to grip things, be it a pencil, or a pair of scissors!

As far as violin or piano fanart goes, there's no canon basis for it, I'm afraid. That's tied into the themes for Saeran and Mint Eye, and how so many fans love the idea of Ray or Suit Saeran playing the game ost! Personally, I subscribe to the violin theory. I like to think about how it also ties them to V's mother in a tragic sort of way when I'm writing different AUs.

Baking and Cooking count in my opinion! It started as a means to impress the player, but it turned into a passion. GE Saeran's love language is acts of service, quality time, and words of affirmation. Love and time goes into learning how to make a new dish. That's something that Ray, Suit Saeran, and GE Saeran share. There are plenty of game CGs and supplementary material that support this!

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Hiiiii Star~💗 I was reading your post about working with Aphrodite and I saw you mention using tarot cards or a pendulum to talk to her and I was just wondering if you could give me some advice or tips on how to do that. Ive been working with Aphrodite for a while now but I still consider myself a beginner and I would definitely love to talk to her more.~💗 Thanks a bunch and sending you lots of love~💗

hi hi!! thank you for the ask!! <33

so yes, i do use both tarot and pendulum to communicate with her! tarot more these days since thats what i brought for college

usually i’ll just use a pendulum in an easy way that i feel makes sense to me. if i want a straightforward answer, i’ll just go and swing the pendulum while keeping this order in mind

Swinging to the left: Yes

Swinging to the right: No

Swinging in the middle: Unsure or ask again

but you can also get more in depth with it! if you want a clearer answer and have a few answers in mind, you can write those down on a piece of paper and swing it! which ever way it is swinging the most to is your answer

now, for tarot cards

these i typically use if i need advice or if i feel like my deities have something they want to say to me

i usually use the latter when i see a heavy increase of signs

anyway, when i use tarot, i try to pick out some crystals that might influence whatever may need to be said, so rose quartz and clear quartz for a love reading

i usually pick out three cards when asking for advice. it used to be one or five i’d pick, no in between. but three has been working out pretty well for me

then i flip them to see what responses i got, often using a website since i still dont know all of the meanings by heart

now, something to remember if you’re just getting started with these two things is that you don’t need anything expensive!! you really don’t

i bought my tarot cards last year from 5 below for literally 3 bucks..

my pendulum is one that was made by a friend of mine with a pointed fake crystal that guides the response

all of these literally costing less than 10 dollars

i hope this helped you!!

much love to you as well sweet pea 🫶🏼🫶🏼

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Hi!☆ 5, 9, 13 for the horror movie ask meme. I had been meaning to ask you for recs for a while so feel free to make the answer as long as you want :D

AHHHHH THANK YOU THANK YOU <3 <3

5. List your top five horror movies

Okay I went a little overboard O.O

in no particular order:

NOPE (2022, Dir. Jordan Peele) - This movie is BEAUTIFUL and also a master at building tension, I think. The way that everything unfolds is incredibly satisfying and I feel like the character writing and acting portrays characters that are so REAL. Characters with personality and you can track their thoughts/understanding of the situation and characters I wanted to root for at the end, too. I saw this two separate times in theaters and another three times at home.

Train to Busan (2016, Dir. Yeon Sang-ho) - AHHHHHHHH it's so exciting!!! the action is perfect and im completely engaged through the whole thing. some people say that it is too melodramatic for a horror/action movie but i love those elements too. every time i am in a group and we are discussing what movie to watch i always suggest train to busan, especially if someone there hasn't seen it. ive logged it on letterboxd 3 times and i know ive seen it more than that. (the rest of the movies i havent rewatched as much but they are near and dear to me)

The Final Destination series (2000 - 2025) - i got the two biggest answers out of the way so now i started thinking about subcategories and stuff so this is specifically my favorite horror series/franchise. I watched the first 2 movies a lot as a kid, and usually the tv edit of them, and only watched the rest of the series a couple of years ago. most of the movies are very nostalgic to me, and also not the best. however: they're all fun except for final destination 4 LOL

The Descent (2005, Dir. Neil Marshall) - This is where I started to notice that I love a lot of action-horror. This movie is one that actually scared me since it features cave spelunking. The second one also made me realize just how much of the shooting of this movie helps the mood, like it is very darkly lit right - and i've complained a lot about movie scenes being dark to the point you can't see anything, but it's this use that is acceptable to me. it helps give everything that 'deep underground' feeling, and it is done intentionally so it isn't infuriating like when a movie made this year can barely be watched.

Dumplings (2004, Dir. Fruit Chan) - this one might be the hardest to watch so it is not that strong of a recommendation but i do really like this movie. i watched it while i was admittedly too young, but i came back to it as an adult with a new appreciation. oh my GOD the sound design is so good it adds to the horror of it all SO MUCH

Honorable mention: Warm Bodies, i purposefully went to see it in theaters once and somehow ended up catching it 3 more times. kept getting invited to go see it and i never said no. it's a very easy watch!

9. do you have any pet peeves for horror?

YES I hate when monsters established as like, big and heavy, can silently move around. especially when it's teleportation. that's the thing that im REALLY annoying about if we watch movies together because i point out with the killers move as if they're teleporting. the example that annoyed me the absolute MOST is the 2022 texas chainsaw massacre. leatherface as a slasher is iconic, to me, for his LOUD entrance and to have him move quickly and silently is not only inherently annoying but also broke a rule of the character in my eyes.

13. do you have a favorite horror director?

Honestly I very much enjoy M. Night Shyamalan - his style is just so loud and I honestly enjoy myself most of the time. I was sincerely engaged when I watched Signs and The Village, and his movies that get really weird like the happening are a blast.

I also love Jordan Peele as a director, his framing has consistently been just beautiful and all his movies just grip you

i actually can't think of a third example, any other horror director i can think of i don't feel anything as consistent. i do have a least favorite director in Eli Roth. I enjoyed Thanksgiving but didn't love it, and everything else of his I've seen I really didn't like.

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