#i haven't posted my writing anywhere for a long time so i'm a little nervous

[omelu]

The Class Ever After

So for a long time (since about 2018ish) I’ve had this kind of EAH story idea floating around in my head. Basically it’s about the class directly under Apple and Raven (aka the first-years) and how they handle the whole aftermath of Legacy Day and the destiny conflict. Pretty much all of the eah ocs I’ve made fit into this idea, and while I don’t really have a plot per say, I have lots of scenes, concepts and ideas floating around in my head (and in my computer).

I found a draft I had written that was supposed to be a “beginning” to the story and I revised it. I don’t know if I’ll extend this to an actual fic (since I have a lot of other original projects I want to be writing right now), but maybe I’ll write down some of the concepts and scenes I have.

The Class Ever After (snippet; ~1700 words)

Legacy Day was, by far, the biggest event at Ever After High. Thronecoming, Spring Fairest, and even Graduation Day were just breadcrumbs in comparison. That was fitting, since Legacy Day was so vital to the survival of Ever After. Every year, Ever After High’s second-years donned their ceremonial outfits, climbed the steps to the podium, and pledged to follow their fairy-tale destiny to the world by signing their names into the magical Storybook of Legends.

Without Legacy Day, fairy tales would stop being told.

Without Legacy Day, Ever After would go extinct.

Without Legacy Day, everyone would go poof.

And that’s how Marshal Nottingham found himself teetering on the edge of his seat, trying to catch a glimpse of the second-years lined up on the terrace. He’d never been to a Legacy Day ceremony before, and so he felt that it was his duty to study it all as closely as possible. The grand, book-shaped podium glittered in the moonlight, tall and regal. Above it, half a dozen mirrors magically floated in the air like jewels on a crown, prepared to broadcast each student’s face to the audience as they made the most important pledge of their lives. 

All around him, students buzzed with conversation. Third and fourth-years leaned back in their seats, reminiscing about their own Legacy Days. Faculty members congregated in their designated section, deep in hushed, frantic conversation. Second-years lined up in the hall, pacing anxiously or straightening their parent's outfits. First-years, like Marshal, watched anxiously to see what would happen.

“I should’ve brought my MirrorPad,” he muttered. “It would be much easier to take notes.”

In the seat next to him, Owlen von Rothbart yawned. “Oh, give it a rest. It’s not like you’re going to forget how to sign a book next year.”

Next year. Marshal looked up at the podium, dark eyes glittering. In just three hundred and sixty-five days, it would finally be his turn.

“One year!’ Marshal shook his head. “That’s barely any time to prepare! Do you know how quickly a year passes by if you’re not paying attention?”

Owlen just shrugged and flicked his mahogany bangs out of his eyes.

Marshal sighed. Normally, he got along well with Owlen. When he’d met his new roommate just a few weeks ago, on the first day of school, he knew that they’d be friends. Both boys were destined for villainy, and more importantly (at least to Marshal), both of them cared about keeping their shared room clean. They had so much in common that sometimes Marshal was taken aback by their differences. He just couldn’t fathom how casual Owlen was when it came to preparing for his destiny. But whenever Marshal brought it up, Owlen brushed him off and changed the subject. Which he was doing again now.

“Are they going to start soon?” he asked, craning his neck to see if Headmaster Grimm had gotten up yet. “I want to get some more barre practice in before curfew.”

Marshal sighed. Sometimes, he felt like the only one who took his destiny seriously.

“Hey, Marshal!” Bella Donna Gothel and Amber Fox stood in the aisle, waving at him. “Can we sit by you guys?”

“Of course!”

Bella and Amber slipped into the row, brushing nonexistent dust off of their formal clothes. Bella had dressed in a purple witch gown adorned with thorns, while Amber had opted for an orange pantsuit with a foxtail hem. Her bright red hair had been swept up in a ponytail, putting her fox ears on full display.

Marshal and Owlen had met the two girls in their General Villainy class, and together, the four of them had formed a coalition of sorts. Bella was the daughter of Rapunzel’s princess-napping witch, and Amber was the daughter of the fox who had tried to eat Coach Gingerbreadman once upon a time. With Owlen, the son of the sorcerer who had cursed the Swan Princess, and Marshal, the son of the sheriff who chased after Robin Hood, they made up the FVEAs– Future Villains of Ever After.

Marshal liked hanging out with the three of them. They understood what it was like to have a villain for a parent. They knew what it was like to have other kids run away from them, to be scolded for being polite, and to live with the hexpectation of being ruthless at all times. Being a villain kid was tough, but Marshal knew he could handle it with these three at his side.

“Ooh, don’t look now, but–” Amber elbowed Owlen in the ribs and stealthily motioned to the aisle.

Laura Stahlbaum, the daughter of Clara, glided down the aisle, shimmering in her red and white dress. She was holding hands with a short boy made of wood. Nathan Nutcracker. The two were laughing about something, looking every bit like the picturesque fairytale couple they would become one day.

Owlen’s face went pink and he slid down in his seat.

“You should say something to her,” Bella gently urged.

Marshal frowned. He didn’t understand why Bella and Amber kept feeding into Owlen’s crush on Laura. He wasn’t her destined prince. In Marshal’s mind, he should just forget about Laura and focus more on mastering evil spells.

“Absolutely not.” Owlen slid down further as they came closer. “You know she’s with Nathan Nutcracker.”

Marshal swelled with pride. Owlen was staying strong in his destiny!

“Hi Owlen!” Laura called, waving daintily at him as she passed their row.

Owlen sat up quickly, fixing his feathered bow tie and blushing madly. “H-hey…” 

Marshal deflated. Or maybe not. Even if Laura and Nathan’s story didn’t technically end in a fairytale wedding, Owlen still had no part in their destinies. Why was Marshal the only one who saw that?

The fairy lights dimmed as Headmaster Grimm took to the podium. A hush fell over the crowd. Marshal sat at attention.

“Today is a momentous day,” he began, his voice deep and regal. “Today, we will witness the very magic that allows the world of Ever After– and our lives– to exist.” He shifted to face the second-years, who had lined up on the podium stairs as he had spoken. “By fulfilling your destinies, you ensure that stories continue to be told. You ensure that we all have a future. No part is too small or insignificant. You each have a part to play, a duty to fulfill. I urge you not to take this responsibility lightly.”

Marshal straightened his spine. Even though Headmaster Grimm was speaking to the second-years, he could feel the weight of responsibility resting on his shoulders. He wished he could be one of the students lined up by the podium, but he only had a year to wait. One year before his destiny began. Yes, he would grow to be despised and hated, but he would be fulfilling his duty to the world. He would have a purpose.

Headmaster Grimm finished his speech to thunderous applause and stepped back, letting the second-years into the spotlight. Marshal watched intently as a girl carved of wood took the stage and announced herself as Cedar Wood, destined to be the next Pinocchio. He gasped when the key magically appeared and the Storybook of Legends flipped to life. Though he couldn’t see the book, he could see the story playing out in the girl’s eyes. The slight changes in her expression as she saw her whole life play out in front of her. Marshal longed to be in her place.

When she signed, the crowd erupted into cheers. 

“Go Cedar!” Nathan Nutcracker cheered, leaping onto his seat. 

“Sit down, you scratching post!” Cato en Boots hissed, his ginger ears flicking in annoyance. “Some of us are trying to watch!”

Sheepishly, Nathan plopped back down and the ceremony continued. Marshal watched it all with wide eyes, trying to commit each pledge to memory. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Owlen take out his MirrorPhone and start lazily scrolling through MyChapter. He frowned. Shouldn’t he be paying attention? His focus shifted to the rest of his friends. Amber looked at her long, sharp nails, and yawned. Bella was quietly using her magic on a patch of clover growing through the terrace tiles, letting it wrap around her chair leg.

Marshal’s spirit sank. Once again, he was the only one who cared. Suddenly he felt alone, like he was stranded on a little island with all the passing ships too far away to call out to.

He was distracted from his internal woes when Apple White took the stage. The daughter of Snow White was a legend amongst Ever After High’s students, a person that everyone admired and looked up to, including upperclassmen. She was everything any future fairytale should aspire to be.

She delivered the pledge perfectly, grinning so widely that she could have been mistaken for the daughter of the Cheshire Cat. When she signed the book, the crowd erupted into its loudest and most raucous cheers yet. Someone started tossing confetti in the air, and a few royals tossed their crowns with it. Apple White was the ultimate celebration of destiny.

The celebration died almost instantly when Raven Queen took the stage. Lightning crackled behind her. Marshal sat a little straighter. She was the first future villain to take the stage. Next to him, his friends abandoned their distractions, staring up at the future Evil Queen with wide eyes. Hope stirred in Marshal’s chest. Maybe they cared after all.

He watched with bated breath as Raven nervously stumbled through the pledge. Her key appeared, and the Storybook of Legends flipped open. Raven watched her destiny unfold with a frown. The hope in Marshal’s chest stirred and became something uncomfortable, settling like a pit in his stomach. 

The quill appeared, and Raven reached for it– and then hesitated. Stopped. Suddenly, she pulled her hand back, squared her shoulders, and looked directly into the audience.

“I am Raven Queen,” she announced, her voice powerful and bold. “And I’m going to write my own destiny. My Happily Ever After starts now!”

She slammed the Storybook of Legends shut. Above her head, the projection mirrors shattered and exploded, along with Marshal’s hopes for his future.

Next to him, his friends cheered.

[f1tales]

i was enchanted to meet you - cs55

i was enchanted to meet you || prologue

next part

pairing: carlos sainz x singer!ofc

summary: carlos and lennon meet in baku. everything changes after that.

author's note: i'm quite nervous to be posting this because it's the same trope as that's that me espresso. but i actually wrote this waaaaay before and i want to share it! it's part of a series, in my head at least. i haven't come anywhere near finishing but the vision is there in my head. this part is just the introduction to my ofc, hope you like it!!

faceclaim: none

Lennon Sage Abbott was eighteen years old when she released her first album, she named it Fearless. Not because she wasn’t scared of anything; she was. She was scared of many things. Like, telling her best friend she has a massive crush on him; telling her mother that she broke the expensive vase that her grandmother had gifted years ago; saying ‘no’ in general scares the hell out of her. We can go on and on; the list is endless.

She named the album Fearless cause for once in her life, she was saying everything she was afraid to say before. Except maybe about the vase; Lennon doesn’t think she’ll ever come clean to her mother about it. She confessed to her best friend that she thinks he’s better off with her and that she thinks his girlfriend is bad for him; although he will never ever know it’s about him. And if anyone asks, she’ll lie. She tells her mum about the best days of her life; tells her younger self that it’s not a shame to not have found true love at age fifteen and tells her red-headed friend Emma the same. She writes a song for her two best friends; Mason and Declan. She tells them about how proud she is of them; no matter how many setbacks they will face in their careers: because the walls that they put up to hold us back will fall down and the time will come for us to finally win.

She lashes out at her ex-boyfriend, the one she was with from age fifteen to sixteen. The one who promised her “forever & always”, but that never came. Who promised her he was her prince on the white horse (he wasn’t).  

To her parents, who strongly disapproved of Luke Hemmings. Yes, the Luke Hemmings from 5 Seconds of Summer. Lennon thought he was the one. She thought he was the love story she was looking for (he wasn’t). She just didn’t know that at the time.

So yes, for once in her life she feels fearless.

She feels like a new girl- no, a new woman when she comes off her Fearless tour. She’s working on her new album, Luke is long forgotten and for the first time in quite some time she has some time off. Her father had started his new job; his dream job. To work in Formula 1 was something Harry Abbott had dreamed about for as long as Lennon could remember. He wasn’t unhappy as physiotherapist for Chelsea FC, not at all. But Formula 1 is where he hoped to be one day.

So when Toro Rosso approached him for a job, the question was not if he’ll take it but when can he start?

Lennon was proud of him; he was following his dreams. Lennon herself didn’t care much for Formula 1. She’d much rather go and watch one of Mason’s matches; or Declan’s. Her brother Beckett however, was quite the opposite. Couldn’t care less about football and would much rather go watch cars go around in circles for about ninety minutes every Sunday.

However, Lennon is more than happy to accept her father’s invitation to come to a Grand Prix weekend. She hasn’t seen him in ages and would love to see him at work again. When Lennon was a little girl he used to take her to the training grounds in Cobham and just sit in a corner of his office as he worked. The players all loved her; sneaking in treats left, right and centre if they knew she was present. That’s how she met Mason and Declan. They played for Chelsea FC’s Youth Academy. To be honest, the two boys weren’t impressed with Lennon when they first met, but Lennon kept sneaking out of her father’s office to go and annoy the two boys. So much so that one day during the school holidays and Lennon couldn’t go with her father because she was home ill, the two boys couldn’t stop looking for her. Harry had to reassure them she was home with a nose cold but would be back to annoy them soon. Her words, not her father’s.

Anyway, we’re getting a bit sidetracked here.

It’s late April 2019 when Lennon’s life completely changes. When she is finally able to visit her father at his new job. In Baku. She hadn’t really heard of the city before, but she was happy to be there. Sorry, getting sidetracked again.

She watched the race; it was okay. She didn’t understand much of it. No, her life changes later that day. In the evening, to be more precise. She meets him in some nightclub in Baku. 

And everything changes. And nothing would ever be the same from that moment.

next part coming soon.

the divider is by @/enchanthings || original post

[masn-mount]

I know you haven't written in a bit and I know your requests aren't open but if this inspires you or for the future how about going to like a wedding with Mason. It's wedding season after all and it's all soft and idk you can take it anywhere you want! just a thought because I miss your writing sm xx

okaaaaay so here is something little! I'm actually nervous to post this because I haven't written anything in so so long but I'm happy to have something up even if it's short. I also haven't edited this because I would have just ended up deleting all of it so I hope there aren't too many mistakes. I hope you enjoy and let me know what you think. xx

You felt overwhelmed with love.

Maybe it was the occasion, a beautiful summer wedding in France would surely melt even the coldest of hearts. Maybe it was how Mason had looked at you just a few minutes ago, a big smile on his face, dimples deep in his cheeks and that twinkle in his eyes that never failed to make your heart speed up. Maybe it was how well he fit in with the people who meant the most to you, moving around the room and striking conversation with your family and friends so effortlessly. Maybe it was how he had spent an hour or more running around and playing with the few kids there without a single complaint until your uncle had to drag him away. Maybe it was his smile and laugh that you could somehow still hear through the loud chatter in the room.

Maybe it was all of it but in that moment you felt overwhelmed with love for the man standing a few steps away from you.

“You know, staring at people is considered very creepy.” You felt his lips against your cheek before you even registered that he had excused himself from the conversation he was having with the groom and your uncle.

“I can’t help it when you’re standing there, looking this good.” You weren’t going to pretend like you weren’t shamelessly running your eyes over his body. He always looked good but there was something about seeing him in his black dress pants and whire shirt, unbottoned almost halfway down by now, his blazer long forgotten at some corner of the room.

“I have to match my gorgeous girl, don’t I?” Maybe it was all on the drinks you had consumed by that point but the way just those simple words of his made you blush was ridiculous. If you were fully sober you’d almost feel embarrassed over the affect he was currently having on you by doing nothing.

Mason noticed instantly, letting out a low chuckle before pressing his lips against your cheek again. “Are you blushing, baby?” You squinted your eyes at him when he looked at you. “If it had always this easy to get you this flustered it would have been you and I getting married tonight.” You laughed, one of those loud and obnoxious ones that had people turning their heads to look at what could poissibly be so funny but your focus was strictly on Mason. His fingers found your hair, gently moving through the strands, no longer having to worry about messing up your curls now that hours had passed and they were no longer perfect.

You pinched his sides before your hands moved up his arms and to his shoulders, settling there just as Mason wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you against him as you both slowly moved to the music.

“Silly boy.” You murmured, thinking back to all those times you had declined his advances. It had never been about not liking him because you're sure you always did but you hadn't been ready or other commitments had been in the way but as you look into those brown eyes you've grown to adore you couldn't feel anything but happiness that he hadn't given up. “I love you.”

“I love you more.” You felt him smile against your neck before he pressed his lips to the skin there.

“Maybe next year.” You whisper, reffering to his earlier prediction, even if you were sure he was only joking.

“Oh, for sure next year.”

[ilovechuuyakjk]

SPOILERS FROM THE FUTURE ‼️‼️

this will take place in ep from the future and will be a Willow x reader x hunter

Your personality will be based on ranpo from bsd

Why?

Because he is a genius and perfect

About the resquests I will do after this is posted

The lines won't be 100% ok probably because I got this from yt

Luz was at the portal, she watched a yellow creature with wings saying something but she couldn't understand anything, when she realized she was being pulled by her girlfriend, amity

"Luz! You were there for so long, we thought you got stuck behind! Are you hurt anywhere?

"I'm I'm fine, i saw something or someone but it was probably just in my head, any sign of...him?"

" oh come on it's not like a sore of ghosts will inexplicably appear if you say his name... I think anyway, if belos was here he's long gone now "

" Not very far after all it was only a few minutes that he had to advance " You said with your palisman over your head, they were sleeping, you were next to Willow, willow had her hand on top of your shoulder comfortably

" he better stay out of our way, this mama's hungry for vengeance! "

" now that is a fight I'd watch "

" I love powerful mothers" You said, Willow had a mini laugh at your comment

You started walking, hunter was nervous and went ahead, amity and Luz were next to each other, Willow and gus were next to you,

" okay everyone coast is clear huh "

Willow watched a red grass

" oh hello red grass I miss you! I can't talk for long we're on a mission to save the boiling aisles"(100% which is probably not how it is written, but it is what is written there)

Gus created some illusions to make Willow happier

" willow is back horay! (I don't know how to write it, it wasn't written there how to write it)

You looked at Willow so adorable that scene was, hunter was too, he heard the bird and looked in the direction to see if it was Flapjack but found with disappointment because it was just a red bird

" we don't have time to red grass or illusions! Belos had a head start so we should keep moving until we find him! " Hunter said with anger in his voice not for his friends but more for himself.

Gus and willow got sad faces and gus shattered the illusion

" yea we should leave him alone, it's been less than an hour since he's been possessed by Belos and he's probably still processing all this" You said, your palisman had already woken up so they was now by your side

Willow was trying to comfort gus which resulted, Titan you love her so much, she's so nice and pretty and super powerful, too bad you knew she wasn't doing well which worries you a lot but you're not one of the best people to comfort others, this has always been a problem for you

Willow made blueprints and started driving on them

" oh wow! You kids were really holding back in the human realm huh " Camila said with enthusiasm in her voice impressed by what Willow did

" maybe a little " amity said catching the slime by moving it in the air

" hello gorgeous slime " amity said while Luz was looking passionately at her, turning red but then she shook her head to let go of the feeling

" y/n Also has powers or is equal to hunter? " Camila asked Luz quietly so you wouldn't hear but before Luz could answer you answered

" Of course I have powers! Only I haven't shown them yet because you guys would be so impressed by them. " You said it boldly and in a strong voice

' One of the worst lies you've ever told ' Your pasliman says, you just ignored them

Camila just stood there awkwardly smiling but realized the unhappiness of her hija

" Mija you never told me how pretty this place was, the trees, the sky, give it aAAAAAAAAA "

Camila stands right in front of the children protecting them

" kids stand back who knows if that monster is alive or not " Camila looks at it strangely

" actually the titan skull is normal everything else is... wrong "

you guys watched it all strangely, it wasn't right at all

" guys what's on top of the skull " willow said you turned to see what was up there

" It looks like collector magic and the castle must be where he lives, to get rid of this strangeness we have to go there " you said making everyone turn to you

" Smart as ever y/n" gus said putting a hand on your shoulder

" we may have more answers at bonesborough " Luz said causing everyone to start walking, amity looked a bit worried but still went, You couldn't hear the conversation very well, only what Luz said at the end you could hear

" but I haven't changed my mind, after we rescue eda and king I'm staying in the human rea,l permanently, it's for the best..."

" wait let's talk first-"

Camila tried to convince but she couldn't this time

You already knew part of this story but didn't know it was forever, you have to try to convince her

--------------------------

(I'm not going to write the Belos part so I just cut this part from here.)

you arrived at the owl's house, it was covered in paint with words of hate written there

" what is this place " Camila asked looking at the house

Luz went to the door, putting her hand on the doorknob with her head down, then looking up and saying

" welcome. To the owl house " Opening the door, seeing that there was practically nothing inside

you went upstairs to talk to your pasliman

" So let's proceed with everything we heard, everyone disappeared, the collector turned this all into a dream, Luz is thinking of staying In the human real forever, hunter was possessed, Willow is on the verge of a breakdown, amity is trying to help Luz but Luz is just pulling her out, gus blames himself for all this because he was afraid to tell everyone hunter was a grimwalker from the beginning and WE can't say many things because I don't know what is really happening, why all this was provoked, maybe in that castle there is something that can say more about the collecter, And I don't know how to comfort others, gosh I needed him to be here maybe he had an answer, he always had an answer... " You said sitting on the floor looking for a photo in your bag (yes you have a bag)

Your pasliman started going into the bag " what are you trying to do" you asked them but they didn't answer instead he took out the other pasliman that was inside making the pasliman wake up

" What are you doing, that pasliman was his and we agreed not to touch it " You said with a bit of anger in your eyes

' I know but hunter now doesn't have a pasliman so we can give him this, it would be a victory for both, hunter would have a new pasliman and the pasliman would have a new owner ' Your pasliman said turning around the other one who looked a bit confused

" You forgot the detail that they both have to accept each other and now hunter would rather throw him into the sea than welcome the pasliman not to mention pasliman is still saddened by his death and probably wouldn't accept another owner now "

You said that putting the pasliman back in the bag

' Try talking to hunter first before saying that please ' They said you said maybe and your pasliman came back to put themself in your hair again

" IT'S EDA AND KING" you heard hunter scream going down there fast

" they were on that shooting star! " hunter shouted pointing to the blue star

" how are we supposed to follow them?! " Camila asked in a worried voice.

" don't worry " amity says making pasliman transform " I'm a safe flyer "

" flyer?! "

Camila went to amity, Luz went to Gus and hunter went to mine, we follow the blue star as far as we can

' Tell now this could be the time ' they said in code

" Now that we're flying? I'll ask him later " " Ask what later? " He asked listening to your conversation " Is it something serious? " He asked you continue to fly and you answered

" It's nothing that serious but this isn't the best time to ask " You replied, he nodded, and you continued in silence until you arrived.

" those thing meed symbolts " Camila said relaxed that she is finally on earth " oh hello sweet earth " Camila was about to sit down when she saw a mixture of goo and meat and she pulled her staff and screamed " AAAAAAAAAA I I mean hello good sir " She said bowing to the monster, he was happy

You guys started walking around seeing everything broken or full of stars

" where eda and king? "

" where is anyone..? "

You continued walking, arriving at a place where hunter went to look

" something's coming! "

" Witches? "

" demons? "

" no it's...sparkles? "

hunter saw the blue sparkles and pulled you like Luz pulled amity, hiding your head in his arms

When you saw there were a lot of people there but they were transformed into... Dolls?

Willow recognized one of them, it was her father.

" dad?! " Willow said this looking worriedly at her dad

The dolls started to move, Willow went after her father while you and the hunter went after her to pull her to safety

" stop it's me! Have you seen papa?? Wait! "

You and the hunter pulled Willow into an alley behind you there was an explosion and you three ran fast

When you saw it, it was the owl lady

" eda? " Luz said looking at Eda destroying everything

" That doesn't look like the owl lady " You said, hunter and Willow agreed

Willow saw Eda going to hurt her dad and immediately reached for her staff but stopped when she heard a familiar voice

" stop right there beast ! "

You all started looking at the collector admired not in a good way

" fear not citizens bonesborough I'm here to stop this beast roughage! "

" I believe in you collector! " king said pointing thumbs up

" thanks best friend! " Collector said doing the same

" what the- " You said with open eyes

" Wyclef! " (he probably didn't say that but that's the only thing the subtitles are saying)

Saying that, there started to be blue lights and the "beast" was defeated making people applaud.

" yeah oh hooray I'm back to normal "

" what " Luz said looking creepy at Terra

" yeah who's got a pint of apple blood hoot hoot "

" ah timeout everyone timeout, Terra for the last time eda doesn't sound like that! She's got more a like a a cool ant vibe who pretends to be like a cold-hearted but actually cares alot "

" yeah you're real son in my side you know that, I've had it whit you and your stupid little dog " Collector looked at her with eyes filled with anger at what she said

" uh whatever all I have to do is play eda the owl lady and I don't get turned into any of those things right? Then let's just continue " oh I like musicians! ""

" your not being very nice right now " Collector said making a mini moon and pointing to Terra

" wait!! " Terra said but it was too late she was a doll now

We were left looking at it traumatized

Collector went to sit on the star with a sad look

" collector, buddy you gotta stop doing that think about what you're doing to these people! " king said trying to call the collector for the right option

" you are so boring! I'm just playing pretend " collector said looking like a child ( he is a child )

" even playing pretend has consequences... A cranky old witch thaught me that... " King said referring to eda

" you mean eda right? That's what we need! The real thing! A cranky know-it-all mentor figure no substitutes allowed! Maybe if I ask real nice I won't turn her into a puppet "

" NO! Her curse is still um.. in effect but I can check if she's feeling better "

" you promise?? " collector said making a sly smile

" you can trust me collector " King said putting his hand on his chest

" is that the little king guy you were tell me about? " Camila asked making Luz smile and nodding

" aww que lindo " Camila said looking at King with adorable eyes

" c'mon king! Let's go back to the archive house " collector said making the star fly and things start to disappear

Luz ran to try to catch the star " no! Not yet! "

" king...! " Luz stared at the sky with disappointed eyes.

" oh okay okay the eyeballs on the ground are normal but the little space cherub is the danger? "

" we should follow them! Belos is probably trying get back to the collector " Hunter said ignoring Camila

" it looked like they were playing a game "

" yeah whit some king of messed up version of my life! King must have told him about our adventures "

" do you think everyone who was turned into a puppet gets into archives? "

" probably, there are no more places for him to put the puppets " You said looking up at the sky

" Y/n is probably right, we have to up there then "

" you'll never make it " A familiar voice said

" Hmm "

" cause you guys are losers " The guy said making an L and putting his hand on his forehead, Two more people were behind him.

We started walking and they started telling the whole story since the draining spell I didn't listen half because it was boring I just went back when he said the end

" ... We've been hiding here ever since and somewhere along the way I went from being mett tholomule to man tholomule " he said making a face, we cringe and Camila laughed

" shiuu " She said making us all stop

We had to hide from the blue star and the guy signaled when we could move forward

We went to the door and she said

" we redecorating these past few months! So let me welcome you to " She stopped talking and opened the door " new hexside! " they gasped, You've never been to hexside so you just watched seeing children free but not free at the same time

" this does not smell great " a guy said

" real " you said

" heads up " A child said shooting a ball of fire making us go down

We went to the cafeteria where people were advertising their products and a nursery where the kids were trying to hint to others how to destroy the blue stars, We stopped at the principal statue

" this is a statue of principal bump who risked his life four ours " he said in an emotional voice but the statue wasn't very emotional

" it's so nice to see teachers getting the respect they deserve, I think "

" You guys really liked your director huh " You said looking at the statue

" He was very precious to us " one of them said

They started whispering about us and started talking to gus and Willow, amity went to her siblings

You and hunter stood there just watching, He took advantage of it and said " So what was it you wanted to ask? " He said looking at you

" It's not the right place yet, but I'll tell you later today " You said and grabbed more your bag, he looked weird at you but just nodded

you went next to willow

" no offense but this seems a bit.." willow didn't finish but Camila continued

" disgusting... "She said looking at it with disgusted eyes

" yeah but we're just following orders.." she said

" from who? " Luz asked

At that very moment the cluns start talking

(now it will probably be right because i had the brilliant idea to finally go to the computer and to the owl house club and see the subtitles from there and not from yt)

" attention can captain Tholomule escort our guests to the council chamber? And do it now! "

" captain who? " willow said

" wait. Was tholomule your last name all the time? " Gus asked turning his head slowly, the guy just shook his head

--------------------------

We started walking towards the gym seeing a tall guy talking to the girl with pink hair, on the side was a Lady with white hair and red skin and on the other was a tall and strong person, seemed to remember a person

" oh well, if we had a group to organize the flyers can keep track of perishables and that way we won't have to fight over food anymore " he said awkwardly

" hmm... " She was thinking when the red ball went to talk to her

" president if I can comment..- "

" president?! " Luz said interrupting the red ball

" this would take valuable resources away from your guard if you don't want to be collected like the other do you? "

" good point mike, next! " The girl in pink said making the guy leave with a disappointed face and sigh

" oh my gosh, it's you guys! "

" did she consider any of our ideas? "

" no uh... Sorry I gota make sure the kindergartens aren't hunting down lockers again, it was a bloodbath last time, so glad you're alive hehe " He said leaving awkwardly

" bocha, we found...- " He was stopped by the red ball

" allow me to introduce student body president, bocha and her trusted guards Miki and rouka " He said irritated

" It seems to be just one person " You whispered to Hunter, he didn't know what to say so he just looked at you and then looked straight ahead

" welcome to new hexside " bocha said with pride " home of the future of the islands and stuff

" what the heck is going on here "

" yeah. Hexside doesn't even have a student council, I would know it, I tried to organize one but bump seis I was to obsessed and-" Willow cut amity

" alright girl, take a breath "

Amity took a breath and got a pissed off face.

" and who are you two? " Gus asked

" my little sister and I traveled for the day of unity but found ourselfes hiding since after the incident. Bocha welcomed us, se we helped her established order over hexside "

" and now we are incredibly " She said, behind us there were people running around because of children

" well, first of all... I would like to introduce my mama, Camila "

" and our smart brillant y/n! And our fellow star, hunter! " Gus said making hunter blush all over his face

" in short: we are here to help, we'll rescue everyone from the archives and save the boiling isles! " People just stared

" not the reaction I was expecting... "

" As the leader the safety of bocha's subjects is paramount and this is a suicide mission after the horrors her brudgby team faced! "

" I don't need to hear it again! But Mike is right, we stay here!

" but- "

" and that's is! "

" So you're going to listen to a person who doesn't have a plan and is only harming your subjects than a person who has a plan to save this all? Stupid " You said making bocha and the red ball look at you angrily

" Get them out of here! Especially the one over there! " She said pointing at you

When they realized we were already out of the gym

" what just happened?! " Luz asked confused about what just happened

" it's been like this ever since Miki and rouka appeared we wanted to fix things here but every time we suggest something, Miki threatens to trow people to the detention pit"

" The what?! "

" 100% Miki is using bocha for her personal desires, This is very noticeable but she still doesn't understand it I don't know how " You said Willow walked over to you and put her hand on your shoulder

" what are we going to do to get to the archives? " willow asked

" I don't know how to get to the archives, but... We maybe can get closer "

" like the titan head, That would be a smart plan yeah " You said putting your hand on your chin

" Exactly! We just need the spell! " Luz said taking your hand

--------------------------

Gus watched to see if the hall was clear of people and was free to open the door with magic.

" very good,there are no moors on the coast! " Gus said making the guy open open the walls to the door

" this is where me and Jerboa have been trying to make plans to make hexside more livable "

Willow went to look through the photos when she found pictures of her and her dads when she was little, She was going to let out a few tears but stopped herself from doing so " keep it in, keep it in- ow! " she found a picture of hunter when he had Flapjack, he was smiling holding Flapjack, She looked at Hunter who was sighing his hair with an upset face

She also found a picture of you and your friend when you two were younger " aww " She said seeing you happy " They must miss him a lot... " She said looking at you seing that you were looking at what Luz was doing, she took these two photos and kept them

" plans to turn the gym into a common room? Hours for rotating on-call shifts? Is that a menu using vegetables from the plant room?! Matt thonomule, you really are a decent leader!" Gus said amazed

" have you had any doubts? " Matt said with cocky charm

" yes. Many many doubts "

" all right, time to go back on a walk down memory lane. I saw Phillip once, I mean, belos, using a glyph to transport himself to the skull but, it could take time to find out "

" remember Luz, no tricks, no ideas, no plans and-

Definitely no gimmicks " willow and Luz said at the same time

" I'll assume those are clean " Camila said

" It's better to assume yea " You said agreeing with camila

--------------------------

You've seen the memories of the Luz and nearly half of it is sad

" Damn you have many sad memories huh "

" yea " luz spoke, barely able to hear herself

" I think we found it! " Willow said taking the memory picture of Luz head

" it's so clear! We can use this to climb up to the skull " luz said excitement in her voice

" finally. Let's move again " Hunter said walking forward stopping when he heard willow's voice

" before we go, look what I found " Willow said giving the photo to hunter

Hunter saw the picture and his eyes got softe

" we will all miss Flapjack, but we know that he loved you the most "

Just so you know, we don't care who you're supposed to be because you are one of us now. Never forget that " Willow said trying to make hunter smile but only saw almost tears in his eyes

" hunter, are you okay? " Light asked worried

" I... Don know..." Hunter said making Willow feel guilty

" oh um... I'm.... I'm sorry. I didn't want to make things worse " She said this without realizing it making herbs cling to her boots but quickly undoing it as she started to walk

" I... I'll be right back " Willow said leaving the room

" I guess this is my fault too " Gus said looking away to not look into hunter's eyes

" what? How? " hunter asked confused

" I knew you were a grimwalker since the day of unit. I was waiting for you to bring up yourself but... I... I don't know, maybe if I wasn't so afraid none of us would be right here

" Gus I - " Hunter said being cut by gus

" it's okay, you stay here, I'll find willow" Gus said leaving the room

" wait, Gus! Willow, Gus , please hold on! " Hunter said leaving the room too

You stared, not knowing what to do, until Luz asked you a question.

" Did you know that Gus knew hunter was a grimwalker the whole time? " She asked not in an upset tone more in a tone of why didn't you tell her

" Yes, it was quite obvious, he saw Belos' memories so he probably saw those too, I went to talk to him on the second day in the human world he said not to tell anyone, I asked him if he wanted to vent what he wanted but he said it wasn't necessary and that he can keep it all, I didn't know what to say so I just said ok " You said a bit clumsy and guilty

" It wasn't your fault you just did what you thought was right hijo" Camila said giving you a hug, you didn't know what to do so you just stood there

" So you know all Belos' memories? " Luz asked

" No, not yet, only Gus knows now, but I'll find out after all I'm a good detective " You said making luz give a mini laugh, your pasliman was on your shoulder just watching everything

--------------------------

" uff... they are not coming back are they? " matt asked

" you kids have through too much. Even when rescuing your families there is still much to fix" Camila said very sad

" at least we will all be together to solve it, right Luz? "

Luz looked at her with guilty eyes

" amity... I'd should tell you something " Even at that moment the wall exploded

" Why is this always happening?! " You asked making your palisman agree

The red ball and her suit appeared

" ha, do the rumors were true. They were planning a riot, little Matt tholomule

" yea, we were because you guys are the worst " He said quite irritated now

The red ball just laughed

" no.. not you! " Luz said with the tone of ' not again '

" long time no see, human "

" I always knew it was pretty obvious even with that disguise you can't hide your ugliness! "

She looked at you " I recommend saying that when you are the strongest not when you are the weakest y/n " she said

" what's that smell? " Camila asked

" Nettles of sleep! " Luz said

" the most important rule of brudgby, always expect the unexpected " She said

You couldn't concentrate when you realized you were lying on the floor about to fall asleep.

-------------------------

She threw us into detention and we fell flat on our faces, well at least you

" what is this kiki mora? Are you working for the collector? " luz screamed

" the days of " kikimora, the subordinate " are over I prefer companionship like ours, we need to mandate now, for the sake of future generations "

" ok I'm still catching up. What is the red kitten trying to do? "

" she just copy Belos on " scaring people into worshipping her " because she has no ideas of her own! " Luz said to tease Bocha or kikimora

" uh. Um going to enjoy this " Kikimora said jumping into the hole where we were making Luz fall " you think I would just throw them inside and walk away? No, I think I'll finish you of myself "

" Bocha c'mon! this is a bit much, even for you! " She just looked and left, the floor closes in on her.

I saw them battling, you're not the best at fighting you're better at brains not at fighting!

" I don't deserve this! " you hear Matt say

Camila cast a spell making the ground fall and we go to separate ways.

You landed in a place with things written on the walls and drawings of more collectors

" Where am I...? " You asked seeing what was on the wall and a stone that was also written next to you

' We fell into a kind of temple full of collectors I guess, Well that's what it looks like ' your pasliman said

" Like the collector stories, well it was likely that there are other collectors but I didn't imagine that the one we saw was the smallest of all " You started trying to decipher the story behind the images and poems that were on the rocks " Why was all this up here? In a school detention? " You were reading the poems that were written in the rocks

' Maybe you can put some in your bag to read later because right now we should get out of here. ' Your pasliman said landing on your hair

" Yea, you're right, let's go " You said picking up some rocks and starting to walk until you reached a place where there was a hole above where you can get out

' After 30 minutes we finally found something. ' your pasliman said

" We? it was practically just me because you just did only add weigh on my head " You said taking the pasliman out of your head

' Rude ' they say

" yea yea " You said turning the pasliman into a staff to fly up there

you finally got up there sitting on the floor watching hunter do the same thing Flapjack did, luz having a staff in her hand that caused an explosion

" what. the. Heck, Why do I always miss the good parts " You complained to your pasliman, they just looked at you and turned they back

" Seriously? Now? Pick better times to be mad at me man " You said still sitting on the floor

Hunter saw where you were and used Flapjack's magic to get to you.

" y/n! I finally found you! " Hunter said picking you up and used Flapjack's magic to get to where the others were.

When you arrived Willow gave you a big hug

" y/n! You were the only missing here! " She said continuing into the hug

" You don't seem to be that tense right now, good " You rubbed your hand on her back for comfort

You heard kikimora behind you and you let go of the hug

" I don't need this reckless school to create my empire ... I'll make my own. And I will start by breaking them into pieces, part by part.. brat for brat! " After she said that, a fireball hit her.

" Stop right there! " Matt said " Miki, I can't say that I'm surprised by this, as for you Rouka I know there has been nothing more than chemistry between us... However you want to take it, I - "

" it's a robot, Matt " bocha said

" Finally the girl with pink hair said something true " You said making Willow laugh a little bit

They started shooting fireballs and amity came down

" they'll keep her busy let get to get to the skull! " She said taking Light's hand and running, we going after them

" hey bocha, don't think I'm done with you... "

" whatever, I didn't do this for any of you I just wanted to do normal things, and look cool and play grudby with my team! " She said screaming and throwing the fireball with everyone

Luz went to do the spell and pasliman started to move and made her fly

" I can't tell what you're gonna be but, thanks little friend! " She said flying with the staff

You'll decided to help with yours staffs

" this is my empire now! You'll have to obey me! " She cast the spell in yours direction but Luz was quick and did the spell and you guys went to the titan's head

" we ... We did it! " Gus said

You opened your eyes and saw you were there, excitement was in your eyes

" oh my, gosh! I can't believe that actually worked! " Willow said pulling amity and walking excitedly

" oh ohohoho we certainly beamus up O'Bailey? " Camila said making Gus and Hunter gasp

" bemus up! Bemus up! Bemus up! (I don't know how to write it, it's not written there as they say)

You were happy to see your boyfriend and girlfriend happy again, you then notice what the Luz was doing

Luz was grabbing her staff seeing that it is starting to open

" guys? " Luz said making everyone go around her to see the staff

" come meet my pasliman " Luz said making everyone circle around her

" what kind of magical creature will it be? " Camila asked " a dragon? "

" a bird? "

" an otter! "

" a spoky bat? "

" a snake ? "

" an octopus? "

" you were close " the creature started to come out of the fog and started shape shifting into different animals

" it's a shapeshifter snake! Her name is string bean.. and she is perfect! " She started to pass us and your palismans started to follow her and they all went to Camila

" oh look at all mama's precious babies. Come here, come here "

Hunter was just watching when he felt a hand on his hand.

" thanks for what you said back there, you mean a lot to me too " They blushed and hunter started to cry

" cool, happy to help. "

Willow saw you in front and pulled you into a hug with hunter

" Don't think you're left out Y/n! " She said giving you a kiss on the cheek, you were amazed, you couldn't speak

" I... I " It was the only thing you could say equal to nothing

She looked into your eyes with adoration in her eyes hunter did the same

" oh! I almost forgot! I found a picture of you and him on the floor, it must have fallen when you were walking " She said giving the picture you looked at the picture first and you heard her talking

" we know you don't talk about him much in front of us but we can feel that you miss him a lot " Hunter said letting Willow continue

" we also know we can never replace him but if you need anything i hope we can help like he did " Willow said wiping the tears from your eyes

" t-thank you guys, thank you alot " You took a breath and looked again at the picture " This was the only photo I managed to capture our friendship the rest is just written and drawn " You said putting the photo in your bag next to the book " You guys really did a lot for me these months, I'm glad I'm your partner, one of my best happiness in life now " You said that with excitement in your eyes, and they also have a few tears in their eyes from you saying that.

Amity called willow she had to go but first she gave you both a kiss and went to amity

Leaving hunter with the opportunity to ask what he wanted

" Now are you going to say what you wanted to ask? " He asked looking into your eyes

" Well I don't know if you need it now, after all you already have the Flapjack magic now " you said

" But what was it, maybe I can still answer! " He said taking your right hand

" ok, Well me and my palisman had an argument at the owl's house, you don't have a pasliman so i was thinking, why not give his old pasliman to you? One thing you all have in common, you lost important people in difficult times. " You said that going to get him from your bag, he woke up seeing hunter, hunter looks at him and says

" He's similar to Flapjack and I'm sure he likes a lot of cuddles too hehe " He said seeing pasliman caressing his cheek

" Yea he looks like he likes you what do you think? " You asked, hunter was thinking and said

" yea, I stay with him, he seems to like me a lot and he seems to be powerful, thanks y/n " Hunter said giving you a hug that took a few moments to let go, Those moments seemed happy, too happy

Little did they know that the collector was planning on them.

I hope you like it!

sincerely i hope, it took me all day to write this

It just ended at 2 am and I have school today

Byeee!

[graces-mindscape]

UnderInfection Prologue Ch. 2; The Cave pt 1

"It's ok!" he called back, "I'm alright!"

Conner stood up and brushed himself off, quickly running a hand through his long, chocolate-colored hair. Having just fallen about nine or ten feet, he was lucky to have slid on some dirt that helped cushion his fall. Verdana leaned over the edge, looking down at him. Just as she was about to say something, she let out a yip as the ground caved under her, causing her to fall in with him, and land right on her pelvis.

"Ow! My coccyx." she exclaimed rubbing her back.

"Are all skeletons that specific?" Conner laughed as he helped her up.

"It's not that weird" she said taking his hand and dusting off her shirt, "it's like when a human says "ouch! My back' or whatever you all say."

"Like when you hit your hand and go 'oww my calves!'" Conner said jokingly, pretending to hurt his hand, giving the wrong term on purpose.

Verdana giggled. "Yeah!"

Conner rolled his eyes with a smirk, clearly she didn't get the joke.

"Nnnrg, where are we?' Verdana rubbed her skull a bit as she looked around the hole. It seemed way to deep to crawl out of, and to make matters worse the "walls" seemed to be loose dirt and sand, making any attempt out impossible.

"Not sure" Conner responded, also looking around. Suddenly, his gaze landed on a strange plant up against one of the newly formed walls. The plant seemed just about half his size when he walked up to it. "Woaaahhhh, check this out!" he kneeled beside the plant to examine it. It was bulbous in shape and came up to a point near the top; what made Conner even more interested were the colors. The plant was grey, at least at its base. It had pitch black splotches and red speckles all over it with a black tip and red leaves to match.

"Wow, look at this thing!" he exclaimed, grabbing a stick.

"Conner? Do you really think you should be-" before Verdana could finish her sentence, Conner poked the plant with the branch he found. Almost immediately, the plant shot out a large cloud of spores. Conner tried his best to cover his face with his elbow, but not before breathing in some of the fumes. He coughed as he fanned the spores away.

"See? I knew you shouldn't have messed with it!" Verdana exclaimed with a worried tone.

"Hey don't worry, I'm ok." Conner grinned as the cloud subsided, sounding a little breathy. As he began to stand up, he felt a sudden wave of dizziness come over him causing him to stumble back a bit. He of course caught himself, but he decided he wouldn't tell Verdana. The last thing he wanted was her freaking out about him.

"How are we going to get out of here?" Verdana moaned

"Can't skeletons teleport?" Conner asked.

"Well yeah, but I haven't gotten much of a handle on it yet. It takes a lot of my magic and I can only do it about twice a day"

Conner groaned at the fact. He decided to look around one more time.

"Look! Over there!" he pointed to what seemed to be some sort of cave opening near where the plant was. "Looks like some kind of opening, it could be a way out!"

"Are you sure Conner? What if it only leads deeper into the mountain..." Verdana looked at the cave anxiously.

"Hey, it's ok. Besides, if it doesn't go anywhere, we can just come back and wait until your magic comes back, right?" he shot her a confident, reassuring smile.

She looked at the cave, still nervous, then looked at him,eventually returning the smile.

"Alright... let's go!"

----

Read the beginning here

Soooooo it's been awhile! I've honestly been putting off posting the next segment because I told myself I was going to draw panels for it, buuuuuut I'm a lot better at writing than drawing comics so the entire time I was just too intimidated and demotivated so I never posted despite having it already written.

So! I'm going to post it anyway, but this time in two segments! I'll post the next part next week and trust me, that's when things start to really get interesting. 0-0

Stay tuned and enjoy!

Underinfection by me ^^

[sensoryseekinganakin]

🌈🦋🌻🎈🎙️💌

🌈is there a fic that you worked *really fucking hard on* that no one would ever know? maybe a scene/theme you struggled with?

Chapter 7 of You Have Got An Open Mouth, And I Have Got An Open Wound... 😭 no one on earth is ever going to understand how long it took me to write that stupid hair cutting part. That was the most frustrating work of fiction that I've ever willingly written.

🦋what are you most insecure about when you post a fic?

I'm very rarely insecure about posting a fic because I'm very difficult to embarrass in any public way. I worry sometimes about starting controversy, but having really good friends who understand me helps me not worry about that. I get a little bit insecure or nervous when I know that something I'm very passionate about is about to be read as silly, but only in certain specific cases and probably not the ones anyone would expect.

🌻what makes you want to give up on writing? what makes you keep going?

I haven't ever truly wanted to give up before because I know I'll always come back. Taking breaks is okay! I get discouraged sometimes when the intentions or themes of what I write are misunderstood, but I will always keep writing, even if it's temporarily only in private.

🎈describe your style as a writer; is it fixed? does it change?

I think my style changes a lot, but people who have read what I write are probably better at gauging this than I am -- I just write it and I don't have any purposeful style. I will say that my prose has changed drastically between when I first started writing obikin and now, and my works from more recent years are very differently organized and written from my much earlier writing that isn't on Ao3. I think that my word choice and figurative language have also built on themselves over time and the more I write the stronger those become. What does everyone else think?

🎙️which one of your fics would you like someone to make a pod-fic of?

I would LOOOOVE a podfic of the first chapter of Does It Hurt You? Do You Like It? Can you imagine? With sound effects??? I think about this a lot.

No One Asks Me for Dances Because I Only Know How to Flail could be an interesting audiobook and God Am could make really fun audio porn (sorry for choosing a non-Star Wars option). All of these are titled after song lyrics, so the intro/background music is already chosen!

💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

I'm excited about the palpakin fic that I teased in an ask game thing a couple months ago, which I'm still working on and close to finished with. It's short, but everything takes me a long time lately. I'm also excited to proceed with Does It Hurt You? Do You Like It? once I pick up steam again. Recently I was inspired to write more Wintergirls fanfiction, which I started, but I'm not sure if it will go anywhere.

Here's the playlist that I've been writing my palpakin fic to (https://open.spotify.com/playlist/404qAv3CjhVOUcCjSkEeha?si=2c7d5ffb0dc34c5f)! I'm probably going to title it after lyrics from Beauty School by Deftones.

[weapon-ish]

alright long long sappy weird post incoming abt my own personal story of being an ao3 author with a "sorry i haven't updated in a while! [some of the wildest shit you've ever heard] haha i should be back at it more regularly soon though! thanks for your patience!"

for context i last posted a fanfic, my first and only one i published, TEN YEARS AGO. like almost ten years and one month to the day. i was fourteen?! and it was well received and boosted my confidence a lot - several writers i really admired complimented me, and a few artists even made fanart of it (and ALL the art was amazing!!!!!!!!!) it absolutely blew my mind. like, people were so freaking nice to me about my very first published fanwork, and it really really meant a lot to me then and still does now, that people cared enough about something i made to make something in response.

but also it made me nervous to put out anything else. i had other stuff i'd already written, and i had more ideas. but what if i just got lucky the first time? or the semi-sequel i was planning just didn't live up to the first one? all kinds of stuff that i think is probably really really normal for people to feel about Sharing Their Work. but i was very in my head about the whole thing. if i couldn't do it just as good or better the next time, i didn't want to do it At All.

and unfortunately, in the most typical fashion for an ao3 author, i had a life-altering medical emergency almost immediately after publishing. i had been sick for a while, trying to hide it. but it turns out i was, like, dying sick. like "i'm now permanently disabled" sick. and i'm okay enough now, but. life got significantly harder after that. many days i barely had the energy to watch television from my bed, much less sit at my desk and actually Write Something. my brain was fried and scrambled. my body was wrecked. i was deeply traumatized by my experiences.

(i will never, ever forget the kindness of one of my favorite fanartists; she drew me a card with my favorite characters holding balloons that spelled out "get well soon!" i didn't cry much in the hospital, but i cried a lot about that. i looked at it every day that i could physically operate my phone. i still have it saved. she sent it the first week i was in and i looked at it as much as i could for the next month i was there.)

for about a year, i didn't leave my house except for medical appointments, or maybe to visit my brother, and those visits were mostly just us sitting on the couch and watching things together. even that was hard, i'd fall asleep. but he was good to me.

and even when i got a little better, i still couldn't really leave the house, i could just sit at my computer. but i started making friends on the internet, actual good friends, people with similar experiences and interests. and when i was sixteen, after i finally got another surgery i really needed, i went on my first trip in years to visit an internet friend. i flew to another state by myself to meet a person i met on tumblr. crazy, right? but it was awesome. we're still dear friends. and a little later, another friend rode a bus halfway across the country to stay a week with me over a school break - and they were amazing. i met both those friends again, i even saw one of them last year, we still love each other so much.

having my brother and those internet friends genuinely gave me will to live. they saw what i was going through, and loved me relentlessly through it. they were completely understanding and accepting of my disability, even the objectively gross parts of it, and never made me feel bad for it. they showed me that my life, while radically altered, was not anywhere near over - that i could be disabled and also extremely happy. i didn't know that. in that hospital, i was so close to being entirely hopeless about anything ever being good again. on that airplane, at that bus station, i was so full of excitement and elation to be living. even when we weren't together, there was promise for more chances to see each other. even if i was tired, or in extreme pain, or nervous, i had love. so much love.

but i still lost a lot. head still scrambled, brain fog constant. i fell out of touch with creative writing, which was something i had loved since i was a small child. i mean, how do you write when it's hard to even read? i was a voracious reader as a kid, but not so much After. i say After because even though it all happened when i was just fourteen, i felt like i lost any chance to be a kid. like i lost a massive part of who i was, because i was used to who i was being what i could do, and i suddenly couldn't do those things. not the same way.

i was afraid to even try anymore. my skills had degraded and the prospect of having to truly work at what was once so easy, so natural to me - it seemed absolutely insurmountable. chatting about headcanons, sure, easy-ish! stream of consciousness. writing? actually writing things to show people? much harder. i even wrote my diaries in cryptic ways, strange fonts and multiple things overlaid in different colors, just to make sure nobody could judge the quality of - of my writing to myself.

and then, yknow, other life things happened. trying to graduate. getting a job and working myself to death to impress people (who did not care in the slightest about how hard i tried, and tossed me away like trash for being disabled.) the death of a very important person in my life. moving out. a string of questionable relationships and one actually really really bad one. trying to recover any of my sanity or self esteem after being abused by someone i trusted. bouncing between housing situations and sleeping in my car. finding love! the real deal! surviving the first half-year of the pandemic as an immunocompromised person with six roommates all working service jobs. multiple other devastating deaths. yknow, like? other insane shit? just really truly bonkers shit?

and in the last two or three years, i've gotten a chance to... relax. slow down. i live with just my wife now, in a decently sized place. i repaired my relationship with my parents. i have a polycule of extremely wonderful people, and really incredible friends. i'm not afraid of my partners. i'm respected by the people in my life. i'm allowed and encouraged to like things, to really like things, to not be ashamed of being autistic and having special interests. i'm encouraged to be creative in any form i want to try. my physical health isn't great, but it's stable. i'm stable.

and i decided... i wanted to write again. to try. even if it wasn't easy like it used to be. even if it wasn't "as good" as something i did ten years ago, nearly half my life ago. even if nobody cared except my friends. to just do it because i have thoughts, and feelings, and they're bouncing around inside my heart and my brain and my soul and i want to let them out! i want to share. i've decided that i do not have to be afraid of sharing.

and, like, is that kind of a silly point to come to? that i lived through hell and now... want to be unashamed to write and post fanfiction? maybe, i don't know, maybe a little bit.

but also, it's been almost exactly a decade since i got my shit wrecked by my own biology. i wrote and shared that first fanfic while i was trying to hide an extreme illness from my family - i had been getting sicker for months, and i didn't know why. but i didn't want help. i was deeply convinced it was better to die slowly than inconvenience anyone.

i wrote and published a silly fic to distract myself from something horrifying that was happening to me. and few weeks later - shit well and truly hit the fan, and i did die multiple times, and then i got to live with the consequences of not asking for help when i needed it. (and the consequences of medical malpractice! that's a big one too. not everything was on me. like, definitely some of it, but not all of it.)

and now i'm, like, pretty happy with my life. i have so much good all around me. i actually want to live, i have plans for my future, i have goals. and. i have the kindness to just. let myself enjoy things, process things creatively, think more kindly about my own work. be less hypercritical of myself and less fearful of judgement. so. i want to write? about things that interest me? not to distract from something awful, but purely as an expression of something inside me that wants to connect to the outside world. as a means to get back to everything i (intentionally or unintentionally) cut myself off from. it seems right.

in conclusion. earlier today i posted my first real live actual fanfiction in over ten years. and that's on the spiritual healing powers of being gay & transgender

[one-leaf-grimoire]

Five Birthdays

summary » five birthdays from the life of lisa petalon.

warnings » light angst in one part

note » LISA'S BIRTHDAY IS TOMORROW! But I couldn't wait to post this one-shot lol. Illustrations included!

age 7 » sweet and bitter

“Happy birthday!!”

Lisa blinked slowly as her dad appeared from the kitchen, carrying something on a platter. He was covered with flour, egg stains on his shirt, but he was smiling wider than he had for a while. Her aunt and cousin giggled at the sight, clapping from where they sat next to Lisa at the table.

“What is that?”

“Look at it!” Her father grinned as he set it down in front of her. It was clear that it was some kind of food, maybe a fancy type of bread, but it was covered in some sort of shiny coating. “It’s a cake… a birthday cake! I realized that we never made one for you, so I decided to do it this time. Seven is a big age, after all!”

“A cake…” Lisa’s eyes lit up. “A cake! Wow!” In their little town in the woods, they foraged for most of their food, so Lisa was more used to the gamey taste of turkey, potatoes, and berry juice. Confections like cake were rare.

Her dad chuckled, crouching next to his daughter’s chair and wrapping an arm around her shoulder. “It’s all yours, Lisa. Dig in!”

Lisa nodded, eagerly grabbing her fork and taking a big scoop of cake. It was soft, easy to cut; her father did a great job baking it. But before she tasted it, she paused.

“Wait… where is mom?”

The silence in the moments following the question should have told Lisa everything she needed to know. But she was just 7… she had not yet realized why her mother failed to acknowledge any of her birthdays.

“She… she’s tired.” Her father exchanged a glance with her aunt. Out of everyone here, he was the most weary, but he willed himself to smile again before turning back to look back into his daughter’s eyes; eyes that matched his own.

His daughter was almost his mirror image, with her black eyes, her jagged brown hair, and the power she inevitably would discover one day.

But he smiled anyway. Because she was his pride and joy. She was a miracle.

“But the rest of us are all here to celebrate. So let’s dig in!” He reached down and ruffled her hair.

Lisa grinned, giving him a nod before finally taking the first bite.

“Ah! It’s so sweet!”

age 19 » anything you want

Lisa jumped a little in surprise as someone tapped her on the shoulder. She was standing by one of the shelves of books in the royal library, a place that she had been frequenting more and more these past few weeks. She turned around towards the feeling, a little perplexed when she saw that she was still alone. Huh? That’s weird, I don’t think I imagined that-

“Over here!”

She turned the other way, her heart skipping a beat when she saw none other than Julius there, leaning against the edge of the shelf, a place that he was definitely not only a moment ago. But Lisa couldn’t bring herself to be annoyed, despite the fright. “Oh, hi.”

“Hi.” Julius smiled, his eyes avoiding hers for a moment before he straightened up to walk over to her side. “I see you’re hard at work again, any discoveries?”

“N...Not yet.” Lisa quickly looked back down at the book in her hand, trying not to seem too nervous. She would have thought that she would be more used to being in his presence, since they had been meeting up here often to sift through records for any information about Lisa’ magic mark. But that wasn’t the case…”There are so many books, we might never find it, even if it’s here.”

“Well, I just finished my work for the day. I can be your helper for the rest of the evening, if you’d like~”

Lisa almost hid her face in her book as her face heated up. Help!!! Why did he say it like that- “Um, actually-” Lisa closed the book with a soft snap. “I was about to head out.”

“Oh.” There was a hint of disappointment in the Wizard King’s voice. “You have plans?”

“Yeah, actually…” Lisa smiled a little. “It’s my birthday! Yami and William wanted to go celebrate tonight.”

“Your birthday?!” Julius’s eyes widened in surprise. “Oh- I had no idea! You should have told me, I would have gotten you a present!”

“P-Present!? No way!” Lisa shook her head, her smile falling. “I-I couldn’t accept a present from you, I mean- It wouldn’t be right for me to expect something, you know-”

“Nonsense! I’m your research assistant, remember!”

Julius winked, and Lisa felt that she was about to pass away right then and there.

“... I guess so… but still!” Lisa scowled playfully. “You don’t need to get me anything… I…”

“I feel happy enough just to be close to you. That’s the only present I need.”

Of course, Lisa couldn’t say something so embarrassing.

“I don’t need presents, really. I’d rather just spend time with my friends and other… people I care about.”

Julius’s eyes softened a bit, a light blush appearing on his cheeks. “Oh… I see.” His smile quickly reappeared. “But still, I insist! How about this- You can take a book in this library home with you. Permanently.”

Lisa’s eyes widened. “Really? But, isn’t that stealing?”

“I’m the Wizard King, and I’m saying it’s ok. Plus, I’ll cover the overdue fees.” He grinned, closing his eyes for a moment. “How does that sound?”

“...alright. Thank you!” Lisa quickly put the book away, biting her lip to keep from smiling too widely. A birthday present from the Wizard King! More importantly… a present from Julius… “There’s so many books here, though… any recommendations…”

“Actually, there’s one I was hoping you would take.” Julius cleared his throat. “One moment. I’ll be right back.”

He quickly turned away and disappeared down a different aisle. A moment later, he reappeared, holding a book with an elaborate leather cover. “Um.. see for yourself.” He held it out for Lisa to take. It was heavy, but the texture of the cover felt nice under her fingers. Her eyes fell on the title, and she let out a soft gasp.

“Origins of Magic: The sources of mana in this world and the Mystery of its usage. By Julius Novachrono…”

“Heh, I wrote that when I was still captain.” Julius chuckled nervously, awaiting her reaction. “I might have to write a second edition, I’ve learned so much since I became Wizard King… maybe you can be my research assistant for that one.”

“This is amazing… I can’t wait to read it!” Lisa grinned, looking back up at his face. “Thank you, Julius.”

It still felt strange to say his name. This man was revered by almost everyone, yet here Lisa was, receiving a present from him. And a very personal present, at that.

“You’re welcome… let me know what you think.” Julius smiled, gazing down at her face.

There’s so much more I want to say to you… Lisa…

When Lisa got home soon after, she had a few minutes before William and Yami wanted to meet up. She collapsed on her bed, face down. After a moment of silence, she let out a long squeal, muffled by her pillow.

Oh god… I need to stop hanging out with him… or I’m going to fall in love for real.

But… maybe that wouldn’t be so bad…

age 23 » forgotten nights

“Ouch… ouch ouch…”

Lisa rolled over, consciousness finally filtering back into her weary brain. It was strange at first, unfamiliar to Lisa.

Was I… sleeping? How is that possible?

She let out a soft groan.

I haven't slept in 3 years-

Suddenly, pain throbbed in the back on her head, and Lisa let out a cry.

Oh… not sleeping, then... Was I bludgeoned?

"Oh! There, there, don't sit up!"

Hands gently grabbed her shoulders to push her back into the sheets when she tried to raise her head. Lisa winced at the feeling, blinking her eyes open. Her eyesight was foggy, and it took a few moments for the other person's face to come into focus. "Oh… Julius? What on Earth is happening-" She cringed and squeezed her eyes shut again at another pang of agony. "Did I get in a fight?"

Julius sighed, glad that she was awake and recovering. "Sort of… here-" He picked up the glass of water he had been keeping on the bedside table. He carefully held it up to her mouth, and she immediately started sipping away at it. "How do you feel?"

"I'm in pain… tell me, what happened?" Lisa scowled up at him, sensing how hesitant he was to speak further. "What do you mean, I sort of got in a fight?"

"Well… I'm surprised you didn't figure it out already," Julius chuckled nervously. "You… you weren't knocked out. You're hungover…"

All the sudden, everything flooded back.

------

"BEHOLD; THE MIGHTY POWER OF THE WIZARD KING!!!!"

Lisa cackled wickedly, one foot planted on the edge of the bar and the other precariously balanced on her stool. In one hand, she gripped a glass of mead. The other formed a fist, blue fire circling in tandem with time magic. "Anyone who can beat me can take my title! I'll share this power with you!"

There was a roar of approval from the other patrons at the bar. Yami howled with laughter and hit the bar surface with the palm of his hand a few times.

SMACK SMACK SMACK

"That's hilarious!!! What are you gonna do if you lose!!?"

"I won't." Lisa smirked raising her glass back to her lips and chugging it in one go.

"Lisa!! Get down from there-" Fuegoleon tapped her shoe, frowning. He was only a little red in the face, not nearly as drunk as the others. Jack was giggling next to Yami, and Charlotte and William were already asleep at a table in the corner. "You're going to get hurt, and-"

"HEY!" Lisa's foot lashed out, and she wobbled dangerously. "I knew you wanted my job! Come at me, then!"

"What? No!" Fuegoleon stumbled back. "You're acting like my sister!"

"Yeah? Then fight me!"

Lisa stepped forward, ready to attack- however, she was still up on the bar. Her foot didn't land anywhere… and she fell

"LISA!"

Fuegoleon jumped forward, arms outstretched, ready to catch her. However, to his surprise, the elderly bartender rushed in front of him. Lisa fell into his arm, limp as a ragdoll.

"Dear me- I'm glad I was keeping an eye on this one." He chuckled before turning back to Fuegoleon. "Thank you for trying to keep her out of trouble- but I'll get her somewhere safe."

"Oh- okay." Fuegoleon watched the man carry her away, then reappear a few moments later.

-------

"Oh god…"

Lisa buried her head in her hands, her face bright red. "No way… no way I did all that!"

Julius chuckled, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and pulling her closer to him. "No harm was done! And you had fun, didn't you?"

Lisa shrugged. "I don't really remember…" her hands fell back into her lap. "It sucks… I used to be able to drink all night and feel fine… but after we formed our Dyad…"

Of course, her alcohol tolerance wasn't the only thing about her body that had changed. She couldn't eat, or sleep, or… worst of all-

"I know. It'll be alright. It just takes some getting used to, right?"

Lisa nodded, and felt his lips press against the side of her head. Her eyes fluttered closed for just a moment.

"Why was I at the bar with all of them, anyway?"

Julius's eyes popped back open in surprise. "Huh? You don't remember?" His lips twitched into a smile. "I suggested the outing in the first place… thought you'd want to have a celebration with your friends."

Lisa blinked. "Celebration?"

She was still confused, until Julius chuckled and gave her a gentle squeeze.

"Happy birthday, Lisa."

age 27.1 » the life of an insect

It stayed hot all the way until September. The sun blazed down into the garden, unhindered by clouds. The bright atmosphere contrasted with the dark shadows that were quickly closing around the Clover Kingdom.

It’s so loud…

Lisa spent most of her time alone, now. Part of her wanted to surround herself with people, with all those she loved. But even then, she knew it would just make herself feel worse. Seeing their faces, watching them talk, and laugh… it just forced her to draw further and further away.

I’m not like you… I never was.

So, she spent her days alone. It would be easier for them if she stayed away. Even if it hurt.

Yet it was still so loud.

Cicadas screamed from every corner of the forest, swarming the treetops by the million. Their song permeated almost every corner of the kingdom, allowing none to escape.

In a way… it was almost nostalgic.

Lisa stood at the base of a tree, pausing her walk for just a moment. Above her was a group of cicadas, circling each other on the bottom of a high branch, no doubt evaluating each other to decide if they wanted to mate or not. Their song was earsplitting, but Lisa was already numb. It didn’t bother her.

In her hometown, out in the woods, the cicadas were a fact of life, appearing every summer without fail. They were like a booming voice, nature’s fury swept across the land.

Yet… they were fragile.

They slept underground for 17 years. Then, for just one day, they rose up to the heavens, singing their glorious song. They soared, they mated, they laid their eggs…

And then they died.

They fell back to earth, their voices and bodies spent. Their last act would be to plant the seeds of their offspring, before the dirt reclaimed them.

Their lives… were fragile.

Utterly and completely meaningless.

Two of the cicadas lost their grip on the tree. They fell down into the leaf litter, letting out one last scream before they went silent forever.

But at one point, they had screamed. And the whole world heard them.

I can’t even do that. How I wish I could just scream… but I can’t.

A moth could not scream. It would never see the sun. They just fluttered through the night, like a ghost. They were swallowed silently by that darkness.

This is my last birthday.

Lisa lowered her gaze, before restarting her lonely stroll.

At the very least… I got to see the sunset first.

age 27.2 » the future ahead of us

Summer melted into fall at last. The heat evaporated, leaving cool winds to quench the thirsty land.

The winds were gentle; like a nourishing pair of hands. Lisa closed her eyes, sinking into the feeling of those hands touching her. They brought her comfort, and they eased her pain.

They belonged to her.

“Just a few more months…”

Julius whispered the words, so soft that Lisa could barely hear them. But that was okay; they weren’t meant for her.

“I can’t wait to meet you.”

Lisa’s hand moved to run through his hair. Julius let out a happy sigh, his eyes flickering closed. He could hear two heartbeats with the ear pressed against his wife’s stomach, harmonizing with the sweet sound of her breathing. Life thrived there, and life was thriving within him as well. Never before had he felt so much excitement, so much anxiety. It was a rare, beautiful thing; an opportunity that had almost slipped away; like a stunning sunset that you didn’t notice until it was too late.

But it’s not too late.

He pulled back a little, just enough to stare up into Lisa’s eyes.

Because of you… your strength… your sacrifice. Because of you, we have this life. We have a second chance.

I won’t ever let that chance slip away.

“Her birthday is going to be after both of ours… a December baby.” Julius said happily. “A “Joy” to the world, you could say.”

Lisa let out a soft chuckle, shaking her head a little at the pun. “A joy to all of us, for sure.”

She watched as Julius nodded, his expression drowsy, before he lowered his head to listen once again. He couldn’t get enough of the sounds; the sounds of his daughter, and the sounds of his wife.

“She’s a joy… and a gift.”

The world was changing. The future ahead was uncertain. But Fate was alive and well; Julius and Lisa would always be bound to it.

Whatever fate had in store for them, they would be together. And they would have this child, who they had wanted more than anything else on this Earth.

“I love you, Lisa.”

“I love you, Julius.”

It was the happiest birthday Lisa ever had.

[mxbottleflip]

The Boyz - Son Eric [Smut] :^)

sorry i'm too uncreative for captions

heya ! after procrastinating for the last few hours i'm finally able to post my very first smut, yay ! enjoy, my loves ♡

________________________________________

pairing: {brattamer/dom!eric (tbz) x fem!brat!reader}

summary: {eric is busy studying and you think of a way to get his attention-turning into smut obv.}

word count: {~1,3-1,4k}

warnings: {none really, issa smut lol}

requested: {yes, by anon ! dw i gotchu :D}

________________________________________

~tysm for the request !~

(also eric is still going to school in this au sksks felt like giving him homework to focus on fit pretty nice)

NOT PROOF READ BECAUSE I'M TOO LAZY MYSELF AND HAVE NO FRIENDS TO DO THAT FOR ME (:

ACTUAL START DOWN HERE

________________________________________

the way eric licked his lips while working on his homework got you weak in the knees. he looked so incredibly hot whenever he was concentrating on something, you could watch him for years. "y/n could you please stop staring at me like that ? it kinda makes me nervous..", eric finally spoke up and turned around in his seat to look at you. you were sitting right next to him and probably haven't looked away a single time since he started studying.

your eyes were scanning his face, all of his features.. his damn good looking face almost made you angry. "what the fuck are you so handsome for ??", you yelled and let out a fake cry. eric just laughed at it and turned back to the bunch of papers infront of him: "yeah i mean if i had nothing good about me, i wouldn't have such a gorgeous girlfriend like you eh ?"

his words also put a smile on your face, but honestly you weren't in the mood for sweet talk right now. you've been extremely horny since you guys woke up in the morning and eric rather gave all his attention to his stupid homework than to his "gorgeous girlfriend".

"how long will that stuff take ? i've been waiting for hours and i need you right nowww", you whine. "mhm patience my girl, rushing me wont help you", he responds.

a sigh left your mouth and you let your hand fall on his thigh, resting it there for some time. he obviously didn't mind, so you started carressing it, giving it some squeezes in between. "y/n please, if the fact that you are staring at me all the time didn't make me nervous enough, this is, for sure.. i'll be finished very soon and will be all yours then, alright ?", he scratched his head and gently pushed your hand away from his thigh. flashing him the biggest smile and nodding at the same time, you stood up and walked over to his closet. you'd be getting what you wanted, one way or another.

you opened erics closet, looking for one of his shirts to throw on. after you found what you were looking for, you unclasped your bra and pulled your shirt over your head. tossing them both on the floor, you turned around to see if eric was looking - no chance. you groaned, took off your pants and threw them onto your other clothes. while quickly slipping his shirt over, you still kept an eye on him. honestly how could anyone look THAT hot while studying ??

you were now left with only his big ass tshirt and your panties on, making your way back to him. instead of sitting back onto your own seat, you let yourself down on erics lap. he let out a sigh once again: "you comfortable now, ma'am ?" you hummed in response and started to move around a little, trying to get even more 'comfortable'.

"if you insist on sitting in my lap, could you at least stay still ? listen, you're not the only person in this household who'd prefer to do something else right now, but i really have to get this done and having you move around on my dick is not helpi- is that my shirt you're wearing ??"

this time you didn't respond in any way, you just kept moving around and squeezing his thighs. eric tried to push you off of his lap, but you stayed stubborn: "is there a problem with it ? also,, your little friend's telling me you love having me in your lap.."

"no, there's not but.. please get up, i can't work like that ! and never call my dick 'little friend' again !", he complained. after he tried to push you away multiple times, you actually got up and were now standing next to him, looking like you don't belong anywhere.

"you know i'd love to spend my time with you right now, but i really have to focus on studying at the moment.. also, why the hell are you not wearing pants anymore ??", he groaned after seeing your bare legs poke out below his shirt, ".. you're really something else, you know that, right ? just let me finish my work now." you had to hold back a laugh at how annoyed he seemed, but compared to you, eric didn't think there was anything to laugh about. he rolled his eyes, concentrating on his studies again.

at this point you were becoming a little frustrated too, not understanding how he could still resist you and STILL prefer working on school rather than working on you (ehehe). all of the sudden an idea came to your mind, that one has to work for sure !you grabbed the pen he was currently writing with and threw it on the floor;

"oh noo, seems like you dropped something.. let me help you !"

you bend down in front of him, revealing half your ass and picking up the pen, when you're being pulled back onto his lap again. "enough of that, stop playing around already. you just wont let me study, will you ? fucking brat, you think you can keep acting up like that all day and expect me to stay calm ?"

out of shock you dropped the pen you just picked up again and immediatly felt your heat throbbing at his reaction.

did that really just work ??

now he was the one to squeeze your thighs, but he didn't go easy on you. he grabbed a handful of your flesh and roughly kneaded it until you felt a burning pain spreading in that area, the pain causing you to moan. "bet you just wanted me to snap at some point, right ? test how far you could push me until i go crazy ?" you hummed, slightly embarrassed at the fact, that seeing your boyfriend being annoyed of you turned you on that much.

after you admitted to that, his hands were quick to find their way to your core, rubbing your clothed clit. you let your head fall back onto his chest, "knew it.. ", he whispered. eric also murmured something else you didn't quiet understand, but you were just trying to enjoy the moment really. "all that teasing just for the tiniest bit of pleasure..", he then added, ".. you couldn't even be patient about it.. unbelievable."

after a good minute of him straight up teasing you, you started whining. "please, s-stop teasing me..", you stuttered.

"huh, what did you say ? weren't you the one to start all the teasing ?", he cheekily asked, and you just groaned in response. "come on, speak up baby, tell me what you want." "please.. just touch me eric god damn, i've been waiting for this the entire day, i really need you, please.."

that earned you a little chuckle from eric: "hmm i don't think you derseve to be touched at all, thinking of the way you acted up all day..", regardless of what he just said, he got rid of your panties and started properly rubbing your clit. his free hand went up to your throat, giving it a good squeeze, "you've been such a brat, not listening to me and teasing me all day.. shouldn't i be punishing you rather than pleasuring you now ?"

you shook your head 'no': "you just looked so good concentrating on your stuff and all and- oh fuck..", you were interrupted by him letting a finger sink into you, curling it upwards and squeezing your throat tighter. finally getting what you wanted just felt way too good..

"god, feels like you're soaking and i haven't even started yet..", eric panted and started moving his finger inside of you, soon adding another one. "feels.. so nice.. please keep going.." your breathing became even heavier as the hand that was resting around your throat now went down to your boobs, teasing your nipples and twisting them gently. by that time you could feel an obvious bulge poking at your butt, so you tried lifting your hips a bit and returning the favor. "don't even think about that, you're not getting to touch me", eric demands, increasing the speed of his fingers pumping in and out of you, "drop your attitude first."

"i-i don't know what you mean..", you panted and closed your eyes, to solely focus on his actions. "oh, so now you don't know what i'm talking about anymore ?", he mocked and pumped his fingers as far into you as he could, earning a surprised moan from you, ".. you don't remember dropping that pen on purpose just to show your fucking ass off to me ? was that someone else then ?" him bringing that up made you clench around his fingers and you couldn't hold back any of your moans anymore. you automatically pressed your butt against his bulge, hoping to get any kind of response to that.

even though he managed to hold back how horny he actually was pretty well, you could clearly hear him cursing under his breath now. "and also.. shit.. what are you gonna do about it, huh ? about me disrespecting you and.. n-not listeni-.." eric shoved his free fingers into your mouth, stopping you from talking. "shut your mouth already, am i not doing enough for you yet? needy little brat, once i've made you cum i'll throw you on the bed and fuck some sense into you, but you'd probably even like that, wouldn't you ?"

________________________________________

if you read until here,, wow, tysm ! i hope you somewhat enjoyed it lol

i'm actually thinking about writing a part 2, if anyone would even be interested in that.. anywaysss

feel free to request whatever you like !

feedback is always welcome ~

stay healthy & stan the boyz ♡

honestly what a visual god wow

[jackiegaytona]

I absolutely love your fics! Any advice for someone who wants to start writing a lengthy wwdits fic for archive? I have so many ideas but I'm so nervous about writing and posting this. I haven't written a fic in years now. The most charactet and story writing I've done is for d&d.

Thank you so much! I’m so glad you enjoy my work! I’m more than happy to share a little of my own current experiences within the fandom. Believe it or not, I only saw the movie around a month ago, and then binged the TV show after. So I’m very much a WWDITS noob. But I am HOOKED.

My recent foray into wwdits fanfiction has been amazing, I’ve been getting so much writing done - more than I have in probably a decade! This fandom is the first I’ve written for in around 15 years, but the reception has been so encouraging. The comments I’ve been receiving have been a shining light in what is obviously a difficult time right now.

So with that said, my advice would be: Just start writing! Pathetic advice, I know, but beginning is the hardest part, and it gets easier after. Here are some pointers I hope will help (feel free to follow or ignore them):

·         Before you begin, change the background of your word processor to a darker colour – I recommend a mid-range grey. If using Word, you can change both the interface colours and the page’s background colour. I write on a dark-ish grey page. So basically, my Word interface is all grey. This helps my eyes, and also doesn’t look nearly as intimidating as a glaring white page!

·         Make a bullet list of your notes and use them as a guide, but don’t get too hung up on the planning stage if that’s not what you like doing. I’m not a plotter. I can’t write unless I give myself free rein. When I start a story, I might have a vague idea of how it ends but I have no idea what will happen until I start writing. A lot of writers say this is bad practice, and yes it sometimes results in your story hitting dead ends. BUT – and I say this for both art and writing – there are no solid rules. Creating is a very individual process, and you need to find what works best for you.

·         Begin somewhere – doesn’t have to be the beginning. Start with a scene that interests you or that you want to get written out. Once you’re over that initial hump of “blank page jitters”, it gets much easier.

·         As for multi-chapter fics, I approach them the same way I approach smaller fics. I don’t give myself a set word-count. I don’t do much planning, just a few dot points of ideas. The beautiful thing about fanfiction is that your reader has background knowledge of the show and characters, so you can literally start anywhere, at any point in time, and although your story should have some kind of resolution at the end, it doesn’t necessarily have to follow the traditional layout of a novel.

 If you’re nervous about writing fanfiction in particular, and the reception/comments you’ll receive (believe me, I was up until I posted my first fic. I’m not a confident writer), keep in mind:

·         Fanfiction is great because some of the work is already done for you! The characters, places and themes already exist and thus give you loads to work from. But you can also add your own little twists in, and that’s where things get really creative. I have read a lot of fics that follow the timeline of WWDITS, for example, and although the events in these fics are very similar (because they happen in the show, or are likely to happen) – the writing styles and outcomes are all so different that it’s like reading a new story each time. Each writer brings their own imagination to the table, yet we all have a shared interest. Which usually involves vampire-familiar sex.

·         Remember, you’re posting your work to a bunch of frenzied fans who want any tiny scrap of content they can get – ME INCLUDED. GIVE US CONTENT. So yeah, people will love your work, regardless of your skill level. Someone will read it and someone will love it (usually multiple people). I haven’t read a fic I haven’t loved.

·         Fanfic writing is very self-indulgent. Eg. we can write our favourite ships, or bend the show/fandom to suit us, which is a very enjoyable experience. Even a little addictive.

·         In terms of WWDITS, the fandom is freaking AWESOME. Everyone is so friendly and it’s so active, there are some incredibly creative people and I’ve made a lot of new friends. So don’t ever be afraid to share your work, or try something new, like a multi-chapter fic. We WILL read it and enjoy it! For what it’s worth, I personally love long fics. The agonising slow-burns are my faves…so frustrating. So delicious.

 I’ll stop there since this is already very long, but I hope that helps! If anyone ever wants me to play editor for their fics or beta read, I’m more than happy to help out as best as I can!

[hugee0715]

2018

January

2 weeks into the year I cut my hair, probably like 80% of it. Which I quickly regretted. It just seems like every year starts with me doing something to myself, except this one. This January there'll be no surprise, promise.

I also had to decide what schools and courses I wanted to apply to until the 15th. So being the person that I am, at 23:20 on the 14th I submitted all the forms. Earth science, civil engineering or software engineering? I had another 6 month to find out which path my life would take.

February

This photo was taken at around 6 in the morning when I was on my way to a nearby city to take a language certification exam. I was so nervous because I was going into the C1 level right away, basically blindly with no exam experience whatsoever. I remember arriving and meeting 3 other girls who were there for the exam too. We started chatting and they all said that they took the B1 level previously because their teacher advised them. One has already failed, this was her second time. One was there with a whole book of exercises. They all looked so prepared and for a moment I panicked. If I were to fail that day, I'd have had 40 less points for my university application. And a lost bet with my girlfriend. But I didn't fail neither of those.

I also got my girl into MBTI that month, which quickly became the new astrology of our relationship. ENFP-INTP pairing. Cute, huh?

March

This was the month where I kind of chilled down for a moment. It was totally unjustifiable but I still did, thinking I've got plenty of time still till exams would start. I was going to school, doing some small preparations but nothing major.

April

Now this was the month where I regretted all the laziness back in March. My days were counted and I know that makes it sound like I was about to be executed but that's exactly how I felt.

On top of that, in the middle of the month my mum got hospitalized suddenly. It was supposed to be just a check but they didn't let her leave after it. My days were spent with visiting her instead of going to school. She scared us shitless but slowly she started getting better with each day and by the second week she was already coming home.

May

Oh May. I had graduation right at the beginning of the month and 2 days later my week of exams started. A peaceful image of my table right before maths exam. 20 minutes later it wasn't as peaceful anymore.

School ended for good and we had a monthish time before the second part of it all, which are the oral exams.

June

So many papers, hundreds of pages littered everywhere. Stress, overthinking, contemplating why I even applied for software engineering when I was so sure I'd fail the comsci exam, procrastinating, some self pity and over all panic.

One of the exceptions was this day, my mum's work did a little event. They work with old people, helping handicapped elders. A school building full of people who long left the classrooms, doing all kinds of crafts, little games and even some shooting outside. We sat around painting on glass, doing things we probably haven't done together in like a decade.

29 out of 50 so be careful, sharp shooter right here.

July

The 25th came around and at 20:00 sharp the point limits went live. The website instantly crashed by the tens of thousands of people and my blood was loudly rushing inside my head. Once it finally let me in I was scanning through the names of the different universities, then different faculties and lastly the different courses. Earth science. 290. Less than the previous years. A lot less actually. I got into the place I wanted to so badly. I got in by a ridiculous amount of points.

August

An accidental snapshot of my feet while I am having a mediocre melt down in the middle of a bridge over the Danube. The morning started horrendously, I left my student ID at home but I only realized it on the train. Which meant I couldn't buy discounted tickets but I didn't have enough money for the full price ones. So I called mum who called a friend who has a car that they have to come to the city with my ID within 20 minutes because if I miss the train I'll be late and won't be able to enroll to uni. That got solved last minute when they arrived 4 minutes before the train left, which then arrived to Budapest an hour late, the tram was out of service so I took one of the replacement busses but they only went till the Pest end of Petőfi bridge. Which meant I had to walk over when I was already running late so we could very well say that I was done at this point with life and everything.

September

With this picture we can confirm that I wasn't late for enrollment. This is the place most of my days are spent at. The days leading up to me having to move were filled with a weird type of anxiety. It wasn't the kind I was familiar with, it wasn't as scary. As consuming, as toxic. It was kind of exciting, like the feeling you get before getting on a roller coaster. My girl made it feel like that, the security of having her. If there's one good thing about LDR then it's the fact that I can literally have her anywhere with me and it feels like not much has changed. The calmness that this gave me was beyond understandable. I still had her, so there was no need to panic.

Of course it was still a little challenging, the whole change in our schedules and although it sometimes got a little frustrating, she was understanding and I need to thank her for being my safe spot, for making me so brave when I used to be so scared. Without her I would have never been able to do this and she knows that.

October

This is my view everyday when I go to work and back home. A city of so much magic and beauty and also a city that I can't wait to share with my love.

We had our first anniversary. A whole year of being together. I got off of work just in time before it turned midnight in the Philippines. I had a bag of cookies I made the previous day to show, cute, heart shaped ones. Maybe it wasn't the most ideal way or how I imagined it but the meaning behind it is still the same. A year of loving eachother, slowly changing, slowly realizing who we truly are as a team.

November

I made that! My job's description would most likely be miscellaneous. I stand at the counter, make coffee, help customers, sometimes clean or go to the post office, I'm responsible for the paper bags and cups, but on the weekends, I bake. I spend all my Sundays there quietly doing my job. Cookies, pies and as it was getting closer to Christmas gingerbread as well. I had the most tiring days, one time I spent 12 hours there building 6 of these trees and around another 400 of normal figures. My hands got inflamed by the end of the night because of all the icing I had to squeeze out. But nonetheless this is a good first job. I get to learn around really nice and helpful people. Not even mentioning all the free food I get.

December

A happy girl living a more challenging life than ever but still enjoying it like it's nothing.

Decembers are nice. I think back to all the things that happened this year and how different they were compared to last year. I was whining for 66.66666% of the 2017 post. And for the 2018 one all I can think about are the good good things that happened. None of the bad matters. I had one of the worst and one of the best years of my life after one another. No doubt about that.

So yeah,

2018 was a year that will truly be missed. I loved it. But no need to mourn anything because 2019 will give me even more things to write about at the beggining of 2020. Not to even mention 2021. This is far from the end.

[zoopine]

I'm currently writing a short story. I've had an idea for a full book floating around in my head for a while, but have been pretty indecisive about it so I thought I should just write something to kind of solidify my ideas.

I haven't really written anything too long before and I did this on mobile so I apologize for formatting and what not.

This is only what I have so far, so I'll post the finished thing once I'm done.

--------------------------------------------------

The depth gauge clicked to signify that another hundred meters had passed. Another hundred metres into the dark, dead sea.

I stared through the porthole, but the darkness clung to the windows as if it were so desperately trying to break in, to crush and choke and drown. For so much of human history darkness ment death, and now it awaited just outside desperately thin walls; walls that seemed to ever close in on me, burying me alive in a coffin of steel and water.

"Hey," I was snapped out of my trance by the voice Reagan, the man, accompanying me on my journey to hell, "what are you spacing out for."

"I'm just nervous."

"Of what? That you're going to die in the little box you help built?"

Reagan was a Naval officer, he was also a dick.

"If you put it that way yeah, I'm scared shitless."

"Hey, people did this kind of stuff all the time before things went to shit."

"You really think that? That people actually came all the way down here?"

"They had bases on Mars dumbass, of course they did."

The speaker in the central console crackled to life.

"Please at least try to be somewhat civil, this is a scientific expedition", the muffled voice of David, one of the mission control members up top, had been carried down through a thin cable all seven kilometers down to the submersible, it was the only line of communication with the living world. The scientist was fed up, and had been for some time.

"Yeah, an expedition to see absolutely nothing", quiped Reagan, "There's nothing alive anywhere else in the sea, why would some hole be any different."

"The could be all manner of life living near the hydrothermal vents, no one's checked in over nine-hundred years."

"Because there's nothing down here."

"Johnson, would you please shut Reagan up." Asked the scientist.

Reagan finally shut his mouth with some sarcastic remark mumbled too low to hear.

...

"Just fifteen more minutes until the next research point." The notification once again came through the speaker.

"Just enough time for lunch." Reagan said happily. Not only was Reagan a man of one too many words, but also one with a big appetit as well.

Poorly cooked rice was the main course. Why the decision was made for something that would inevitably fall into every single nook and cranny of the ship was the prime choice for our packed meals eluded me. That very issue was made clear as Reagan immediately dropped a good portion of his food directly into the center console.

"For fucks sake."

"I would have brought a vacuum if I knew you would spill your food like a toddler." I remarked.

"Oh, shut up."

Mostly playful banter made up the majority of our five and a half hour journey to this point. Reagan wasn't a close friend of mine, but I did enjoy his company.

The rice was plain, and not very filling.

My eyes were drawn back to the void. The thought of what might lie below us, which at up to this point I had refused to entertain, crept into my mind. The cable that held us up was ten kilometers long, but we still had two and a half to go. We had no idea how deep the trench actually was, and there could be anything in the depths below.

Records of expeditions from pre-cataclyam or apocalypse or whatever you wanted to call it showed that multiple expeditions were made to, or at least near the bottom of the trench. I still struggled to believe it, and even if it were true Reagan and I were still pioneers in a way, the first to rediscover the hellish pits the ocean holds in nearly a millennium.

I didn't fully believe that we'd find anything, I only took the job as head engineer because I needed the money. I didn't really think there could be anything down here, but a creeping feeling kept me from being sure.

The fear of the cable, our lifeline, snapping, sending us down, down, down to our slow, horrific deaths, was also on my mind.

"The trip back isn't going to be very fun." I said aloud.

"What, you don't want to spend anymore time with little ol' me?" Again, Reagan was a dick

"No, the hex, the witches. What do you think."

"The hex is just a bunch harmless stone pillars and the witches won't bother us if we don't go too deep in the hex."

"You know what the witches do to people, Reagan, it isn't pretty. And how do we know how deep is too deep, what if they suddenly decide they don't want us passing through."

"Well, we aren't in the hex now, are we. So you don't have to worry about it."

"I guess, but-" Reagan didn't let me finish.

"Man, I wish they packed us some more to eat." Reagan was clearly trying to distract me from my worries. It didn't work, but I played along anyway.

"Yeah, we got enough food to last us a round trip, but not much to snack."

"Rice isn't really the kind of high end meal, filling I'd imagine we'd be eating on such an expensive field trip."

"Doesn't help you spill half of it on the floor." I chuckled, and Reagan pretended to pretend he didn't.

"Just a few more minutes left." The speaker reminded us.

...

The submersible lurched as the winch so very far above stopped letting out cable. We now stood still in the water, though it felt no different than before. I flicked on the switch to turn on the exterior lights and the water around was suddenly illuminated. Nothing could be seen except the fine, sparse debris floating through the depths.

"Alright Johnson, take a water sample." David requested. Since the sub was designed specifically for this purpose, it only took the press of a few buttons to take a sample of the water.

"Alright, sample aquired." I notified mission control.

"Perfect, you know what to do next."

"Stare into the void for twenty minutes."

"Thank you, Reagan, for the input." David was clearly not amused with Reagans verbal antics: of course, this only encouraged him.

Reagan started to replay the same music we had listened to multiple times over already. I was tired of it, but Reagan clearly wasn't and it usually shut him up for a while, so I let him play it.

[adhdvane]

Anon back again, don't worry about delay in answer! I'm not expecting you to reply in a matter of seconds and I'm patient anyway! (●'◡'●) (and yeah, tumblr's notification system kinda suck so really, not your fault haha)

I understand your struggle with fics all too well lol I'm sure a time will come when it just clicks and you can write the good stuff ( •̀ ω •́ )✧ And no need to feel bad if you haven't posted a lot on ao3! You don't have to have 1000 fics or 200k word-long fics for your works to be enjoyable!! Even little ficlets and drabbles are good to have around ♥

It's good of you to have taken time for yourself if you needed it ♥ And yeah, completely understandable to hesitate and come back to fandom in general with the current state of things (a couple years ago I made an IE/Go sideblog and I'm still terrified that someone is going to come up and yell at me for shipping the characters lmao And that's without counting the Problematic™ fics I wrote when I was 16 lmao)

Regarding your tags, I'm just sitting there like starry-eyed because YES TenKyou. I'm DELIGHTED to know that's your preference because that's mine too for the ship asklhjkh

As for Todd and Prof Mirror, that's a tough and personal question, so good luck! (I'm thinking Todd topping's nice but does it make the prof kink better or not is the question!! ALSO in the french version, I know there's a line from Todd going like "Mirror was already being called Professor before he was a professor" so maybe he's not the only one with a prof kink, just from a different angle, hah)

(you say sorry for rambling, but joke's on you, I ramble too! Sorry for clustering your blog though woops Have a good day! (´･ω･`) )

rip, okay, once again i apologize about this one being even later, mostly bc i saw it early, but i haven't been able to sit down and respond to it. this week was the last week of the month so i actually had a lot to do at work and was able to go in every day (as opposed to 1 - 2 days bc business is still so slow). but at the end of the month i do invoicing for inventory charges for that month for each customer. though i was able to actually get a lot of it done sooner than usual (bc i actually started the process on tuesday instead of thursday), there were still three big ones i couldn't even do until thursday bc they had several orders in production that didn't get shipped until thursday. I was going to finally get to this ask on friday when i got home (we only work half days on friday and close at noon)… but the new gbf event had started… and uhg… a sho centric event. g od.

rest of the word vomit under the cut

before i just—IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ ABOUT THIS GBF RAMBLING FEEL FREE TO SKIP BELOW TO THE END THE GBF OF RAMBLE—this event askjdsjkdfslkdjsdjg talk about giving the antag his redemption art event. the emotional growth in sho. so many new assets to save… there are fricking 6 different versions of his character labeled _painful (_painful, _painful2, etc.), and like so many zoom in's that basically every one of his images has an _up version (the battle ones ((the ones of him on his gearcycle)) also have a bunch of _up2 versions that are zoomed in between the default and _up close up) anyways these in particular kill me.

sho "i'm-not-going-to-cry-or-show-expresions-of-gratitude" awkwardly smiling and crying in this event (while also repeatedly getting the shit kicked out of him/getting hurt. having a moment of breaking down from exhaustion and pain, in the rain, before deciding he has to swallow his pride. every single english word that comes out of his mouth, cv: taniyama kishou is a gift (on a side note i can't believe he fucking played alpha in chronostone. like thats fucking hilarious a va and voicalist capable of such range and drama voicing alpha and his serious monotone ass). Sho (@tsubasa): You showed me the light before—[…] Tsubasa: Wait, what? Whaddya mean I showed you the light? ((you mean when he punched you in the fucking face at the end of the previous event of this series?))). I mean I already shipped bc of the their last event, how can you not ship the guy screaming he's going to kill the protag w/the protag esp after getting punched in the face by the protag at the end makes him calm down and be like fine i guess you win i'm not going to try to kill you know and our gangs don't have to fight. also they're both like 16 (or at least tsubasa is canon 16 (a yeas totally looks like a 16 year old) and sho is at least still in school and at least confirmed to be a minor (not age of majority, which idk what that is exactly in universe, could be 18, could be 20, bc it is fantasy, but it's also japanese, thoguh japan's age of majority is actually lowering from 20 to 18 next april (2022), drinking/smoking/gambling age will still be 20, and the comment in this event was about we're still minors save the smoking for when you're an adult). sho could arguably be 18 or 19 and still believably in school and be considered a minor legally (if in universe gbf follows japanese laws) considering the time he spent in juvie he could easily have been held back. gbf will probably just make him tsubasa's age if a canon age is release. but thinking about sho being 19 and tsubasa being 16 would make some ppl upset and that brings me joy. (also just how funny it could be thinking about (bc everyone is perpetually the same age) how later when sho a year older and legally being able to drink, and tsubasa not, and despite the fact sho being like i will break the laws about physically assaulting a guy but underage drinking, smoking, and drugs is a no-no is fucking hilarious. (the app is rated t so i guess there's only so much you can do…) (oh and one last note, a character in the event asking if sho enjoys the pain and is a masochist, to have other character be like dude you can't just ask someone that. sho saying no he doesn't enjoy the pain. only for later when they are escaping, a character noting "You look rather happy about all this. Now I'm sure youre a masochist." gbf first crushing my sho masochist headcanon and then building it back up in this event, thank u gbf). anways, rip that was a lot and not even everything, as you can see i have been… distracted by this event. apologies

—END OF GBF RAMBLE—

oh god worry about ppl like that in ina like, there really people out there who don't want you shipping ficitional children?????? and the main ina cast is roughly between 12-15. and got i started watching ina in 2013 when i was 19. which apparently for some people is like bad uwu because it's a show for young teenagers (like lol too bad i'm 27 and even though i haven't kept up with aries i still love ina and all the little babies and wont stop shipping). i didn't even know there was people out there who get UPSET AT AGING UP??? like wtf???? sorry i want them to be old enough to marry, adopt children, have a job, and also f.uck. the dpk au is my lifeblood (and has a lot of Problematic™ content that's never even been posted online anywhere bc it used to be an rp. my favorite is that out of all the relationships in the au, tenma and kyousuke's is probably the most unhealthy bc of kyousuke's mental health. some very bad things happened to fei (per request of my rp partner) (part of vanfeny and garsha's revenge on saru as they were sent to megun while saru walks around ''free'' (what exactly is free is a whole other lore mess in itself that i wrote up about post chrono stone future). and that just lead to more bad things fei then did to himself. problematic™ content 9492347 in the dpk au, shipping ozrock and lalaya. (even worse, bc of lore planning i did for the au and decided how their species worked, lalaya is about 6.5 cycles (faram obius years) or roughly 130 earth years and biologically similar to 13 year earth years, and ozrock is about 48 Ixal years roughly 48 earth years and biologically similar to 24 earth years. so like even a worse ship. i mean just ignore cultural norms would be different on an alien planet and also she's royalty and has an obligation to be wed even younger and is probably socially more mature than a human 13 year old. rip sorry i just like alien stuff. a lot of this was also because wouldn't it be great for lalaya to have a really long lifespan so the human friends she makes get older faster and also die way before her :) ina's gunna hurt me with the bug aliens then i'm going to… continue to hurt myself with more alien life span stuff.)

Anyways, With TenKyou, idk I think it's easy to paint tenma as the innocent ~pure baby~ and kyousuke as ~bad boy~ bc of the first inago… and seed kyousuke was a little bastard man (affectionate). which would idk explain the default to kyouten. but like kyousuke chills the hell out in chrono stone and galaxy. and just bc tenma is a dumbass with a heart of gold obsessed with soccer doesn't necessarily mean he's has to be ~innocent baby 受け~ trope. (not that these are the only tropes that decide) (maybe it's bc i sort of like messing with what it must be like to be the main protagonists best friend and watch him continue to overcome everything and be in the spot light and how everyone praises him. kyousuke with self-esteem issues, looking back at all the problems he's caused, tenma has flaws but they're either negligible or something to love about him and mine have only hurt others. disregarding his own goddamn plot armor in the past. complex, emotional, suffering kyousuke is how i like my kyousuke. need we even get into how god eden was canonically revealed to be physically/mentally abusing seeds and that whole can of worms) (also just "nervous baby i don't know how to approach tenma" kyousuke, "cheeky little shit doesn't have any regards to personal space and boundries" tenma) at least if anyone starts giving me shit about an ina ship or problematic fictional ina content, i can always respond with something i drew back in 2015.

back to the matter of new snap though… that line is so familiar (im pretty sure it's in the eng txt, i have it set to jpn audio tho). i recently started keeping a log of the messages that pop up on the camp, lab, and map screens (but haven't saved too many bc i get distracted or at least i know i'm missing quite a few i have vague memories of). (also idk why my first thought to that line was mirror responding with "That was because you were the one calling me that.") there actually were a couple messages i saved initially that would be useful for fic writing:

Todd: "The professor used to be kinda reckless back in the day. I suppose after 10 year he must've calmed down a bit."

and

Mirror: "Todd's calmed down since I last saw him. Or maybe he's just acting mature because you kids are around…"

possible implications from these that I'm deciding to consider for headcanons:

both reckless and wild in their early 20's but that's not unusual, so they were acting like reckless young adults when they were 20. makes sense.

because mirror mentions the last time i saw him (which is definitely implied not 10 years ago since todd had a research team pin so obviously he's been around a bit since the lab was established) meaning todd is potentially still a chaotic bastard but is just trying to act like an adult in front of the kids. beautiful.

and on that note another wonderful Tood message:

Todd: "I never invited Phil to be my pupil—he just declared himself my "number one student" and started tagging along! But honestly…I was kind of flattered."

the possibility that when todd showed up in game, after that cutscene he went to talk to mirror like "this 10 year old just started following me and wont go away, pls help. what do i do?????"

this unsupervised 10 year old just followed a ~30 year old man into the wilderness and somehow just declares todd is mentor (and took the research team pin from todd to ''borrow''). this is a hostage situation. todd is the hostage.

the idea that perhaps todd just got back from a long expedition and was glad to be back and spend time with mirror, except this kid started following him around and wont leave him alone or go away, and then when he got to the lab there were two more kids there. how the fuck am i supposed to get it on with mirror when we have little alone time and when we finally do we're constantly at risk of being interrupted and/or walked-in on. (that last part was mainly the premise of the fic i wanted to write. "these kids are a handful how are we supposed to have intimate time. especially bc they're all so young and have child energy levels and when they go to bed i am already fucking exhausted." i'm thinking it might work better as like a drabble collection, that way i don't have to adhere to a plot line and can pick and choose scenarios to write because i keep winding up with more scenario ideas that i can nearly piece together into a coherent timeline anymore.)

(also a bit that rita becomes suspicious that they are 100% fu.cking even though all that happened was mirror wasn't asleep up in his bed above the lab and fell asleep in one of the bungalows w/todd and then tried to cover it up like haha what no, i was checking on todd he's not feeling well uh… what? where are my pants? oh. oh i can't believe i just totally got out of bed and left the lab without my pants haha.) (todd and mirror just trying to keep their relationship a secrete out of fear of rumors spreading and it affecting the lab's funding, even though rumors definitely started ages ago but neither of them realize). (also todd doesn't trust phil to keep his mouth shut and doesn't like the optics of the random 10 year old who started following him (UNSUPERVISED) just blabbing to his parents about how his cool mentor is dating the professor at the lab like yikes that could end badly worst case scenario.)

(i like the idea of mirror playing along with todd's ki.nk, albeit a little awkward sometimes (not very good at being intentionally 'sexy' about it, but that's not what todd wants anyways bc it's already inherenty sexy for him). Phill has a message "I barely get half the stuff the professor talks about. Do you?" and i can only image if he said that to todd

todd: （人*´∀｀）i know it's hot

phil: what)

anyways i hope you don't mind me rambling even more on your asks like this. last time i totally just cut chunks out to be smaller but this time… i'm going to leave things in rip.