#i keep seeing more and more blogs with sunny muses

[thegcng-arch]

write sunny muses (this is a threat)

[pastelfates]

Talk about some of your favorite experiences on this website if you feel comfortable doing so! I'm meaning favorite threads, partners, muse experiences, etc. You've gone through a lot of hardship across multiple blogs yet you never give up and you keep doing what you love so I figured it'd be nice to talk about the positive stuff that helps you to keep going despite all the trouble.

◌・❀➵ Okie so this is gonna be long post so everyone grab a drink n some snacks! I just wanna start with that if it wasn't for my mutuals I have no idea where I'd be, ya'll have been with me through so much and some of the hardest times of my life and I can't thank everyone who has stayed enough.

◌・❀➵ FAVORITE THREADS/INTERACTIONS

➵ @morifactory ➵ Eddie and Serina meeting! Also the Riba and Serina and Riba ikea thread/ All our Carbon and Serina threads hav a place in my heart. And Talia w the blond bois! Also so far Kiki and Esmee has my heart. And ya know our first scarvi ocs and our stardew ocs. Me and Lena hav a lot of connected ocs

➵ I'm gonna count this as a thread bc it was a thread of asks but Mana once had multiple sections of the bee movie sent to her and it was absolutely hilarious. Committed to the bit with the url /frankiebeestan at that time.

➵ @constellationcrowned / @malusrecord ➵ LISTEN I care so much for Nellie, Mell, and Sunny's lil friendship (i hav a half typed starter for them in drafts shh), and Mana and Kariom's friendship is very special to me bc sobs Mana feels v comfy around him which means a lot bc she rarely fills comfy around ppl.

➵ @ervaurem ➵ Listen the family stuff with Law and the sisters is my weakness. It's been since 2021 that the fam has existed and I heccin cri. The treasure hunt thread has my heart,,

➵ This one is fairly recent but with @riftdancer, @ofstarsandskies, and @mathcs the whole Jude is evil arc has been so much fun so far!

➵ This was more so on discord but the relations have made their way to tungle but @pyonpyonpyon, @forgottenluck, @talesofourworlds, @mathcs, and @broadswordandpistol the sad boi drinking hours,, it was so cursed and sad at the same time, and it was such a highlight to me.

➵ @strebcr ➵ Can I say all of them? Just Streber and Mana have had so many good threads! Mana loves her new frog and just aaa

➵ @maligncntchain ➵ again with just recent threads but the two were cute and just silly gremlin uses the power of treats to not be immediately under the control of pecharunt was v funny to me

➵ @archivisim ➵ Sobs special place for the lil series of thread/asks we had just recently. Their similarities really just came through and they are hopefully gonna be more comfortable around each other!!

➵ @hxroic-wxlls ➵ cris it was like forever ago but the thread with Sunny and Luigi was so wholesome and I want you to know Sunny thinks Luigi is v cool. Also Mana and Simon has a v somft relationship i adore. the lil drill necklace he gave her for her birthday is one of her prized possessions.

➵ I know I posted a lot of newer stuff so I'm gonna bring up a thread from like ages ago?? 2018-2019 to be exact, the days I wrote non-seriously. I had a thread with two people over a skit in a game and it was just peak. Also that blog is still around (not deleted) so anytime I wish I can see the silly threads that bring me so much joy.

➵ Again on older threads, and while this one isn't on tumblr it is canon to Mana history. She has unapologetically set a bakery on fire with no remorse. That event also had like the first actual set appearance of REGRET and her lil maze which honestly makes me v happy bc REGRET is one of my all time favorite ocs. And Symonne's maze was there too, really care for that Ivar and Sync interaction in the rpg horror house w the fake Jude and stuff

➵ FAVORITE PARTNERS / People I adore seeing on dash

@ad-simul , @archivisim, @broadswordandpistol, @opscurus / @cpirits , @canidgrit, @castelias-comeups, @constellationcrowned / @malusrecord, @electricea, @ervaurem, @forgottenluck, @historias-multorum , @hxroic-wxlls, @kaizokugaris, @lightfallls , @maligncntchain , @morifactory , @nobuverse, @ofstarsandskies, @pinklocksoflove, @riftdancer, @talesofourworlds / @outofthisgxlaxy, @soulsbetrayed,

➵ I love seeing you all on dash, your threads are all peak and I just wanna say tysm for being moots with me and allowing me the opportunity to be a part of the stories you unfold for your characters. I am forever thankful to you all for everything and to the all of you have stayed with me despite how awful things have gotten, thank you for never giving up on me and seeing something in me when even I wasn't able to. You all are the reason I'm still here, continuing this hobby I love to my core. I hope I can be around for many more years to come and that I will continue to have you all by my side.

[suniside-crossing]

guidelines

hi there! my name is sunny, i’m 32 years old, i use she/they pronouns, and i live in the central time zone. i appreciate you taking the time to follow my blog and read through these guidelines. i’ll try to keep them short.

this blog is 18+ only. minors, do not follow me. i will block you on the spot if i find out you’re underage. followers that don’t display their age somewhere on their blog will also be blocked. i’m not going to take that risk.

nsfw is welcome here. as far as alastor goes, he is ace, yes, but he is willing to have sex with people he cares about. do not send me hate about ‘erasing his sexuality.’ if you do, that earns an instant block. that said, all nsfw interactions will be put under a read more and tagged with ‘nsfw tw’

personals, do not reblog my interactions. you can follow me, like my posts if you enjoy what you’ve read, and even send in asks and/or interact with me in instant messages if you want to ask my muse questions or chat, but if you reblog my threads, i’m blocking you without further warning. it messes with my notifications and might make me miss replies.

please don’t spam-like my posts either. again, it floods my notifications and might make me miss something. i’ll ask you to stop if i see this happening. if it doesn’t, i’ll be blocking you.

if possible, please reblog art and askbox games from the source. this isn’t always able to be done since blogs or original posts get deleted, but if you can, please do it to help keep my notifications focused mainly on roleplay.

i am mutuals only. this is purely for my own peace of mind. if you have a rp sideblog, please have your main blog easily visible somewhere for me to read, or let me know outright in an ask or dm.

if you are a mutual that no longer wishes to be mutuals, please hard block my blog. this will force me to unfollow you, and hard blocking means i won’t get confused, think the unfollow was a glitch in the system, and refollow.

i am multiverse & multiship. this means all romantic interactions will be separate from each other and do not mingle.

i love romantic relationships between muses. they make me happy. if you’re interested in shipping with my muse, chances are i’ll be interested too. that said, i ship with chemistry; a relationship needs to be built up through interactions. i usually can’t do anything pre-established, though there have been exceptions.

i tend to take a while to respond to threads and asks. if i haven’t replied to our thread in about a week, feel free to ask me about it.

my only trigger is visuals of animal abuse/needless death. this is especially true for cats. i also have squicks, but they aren’t nearly as important to tag as the trigger. my squicks are: real world politics, rpc drama, anon hate, constant negativity, and visuals of eye or neck gore. 

i think that’s it! if i think of anything else, i’ll add it in here. thanks for reading! <3

[algosnostosdeux]

1x1 Search;

sunny, 30, she/her, semi-literate to novella, searching for longterm rp partners seeking dark themes, moderate to heavy smut content, with an emphasis on bdsm, angst, enemies to lovers midburn.

my blog is nearly set up, but alas, i must away to work. damn thee, capitalism!! still frothing at the mouth for a longterm, deeply detailed rp with the following elements: m/m, modern fantasy/sci fi blend, moderate smut, dark themes, kidnapping gone wrong, enemies to lovers on the run, midburn romance. All of my muses are clamoring for attention, but my robert sheehan muse in particular is itching to hit the page. 

you don’t need to read over my entire blog before hitting me up, but PLEASE, read these few short rules and see if we will mesh well first!

RULES

1. muns MUST be 21+, preferably 25+. this is nonnegotiable, if your age is not listed, or you refuse to share it, then we will not be writing together. it weirds me out, i’m sorry.

2. i write muses of all genders, ages (21+), and sexualities, and i prefer to write with people of similar mindsets. someone with an army of twinks, or a platoon of 18-year-old girls is only going to be getting a deep side-eye from me.

3. OCxOC only, though i could be convinced to write OCxcanon if the plot is particularly tantalizing.

4. will NOT write, under any circumstances: pregnancy, babysitter/nanny plots (so not sexy when it’s your actual job, let me tell you!), extreme taboo (bestiality, underage, noncon [dubcon and cnc okay], heavy bloodplay [knifeplay, biting, etc are fine, but nothing more extreme], scat)

5. no one liners, no gif only replies, and no uneven replies. i’m not picky about reply length, so long as you match me for response worthy content. 3 paragraph long replies are great and all, but if only 2 lines of that is something i can formulate a reply around, then it becomes an issue for me.

6. i love discord for plotting, chatting, and keeping track of characters, plots, and general worldbuilding, but i prefer the bulk of our rping to be done on tumblr. i’m old and set in my ways!

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[tresradiossolis]

✨Shipping✨

I love shipping. I wanted to just jot down some quick things that might be useful to know when writing with me and shipping ever enters your mind.

[I'll be talking about romantic shipping here, I love platonic stuff and pm Anything goes there you can absolutely do platonic stuff with me go nuts.]

I do not ship robots with humans, it just ain't my thing. My human AUs are Very present on this blog though, so things can always be arranged...

I am multiship! ANYBODY can ship with me, I'm not exclusive with anybody. You got a multimuse and you wanna ship 2 characters with the same muse? We'll AU that shit no sweat!

I do not do polyam-ships with more than 1 blog, not because I have an issue with it, but I've just had a bit too many bad experiences where the communication between muns was poor and people ended up feeling left out, myself included.

ALL my muses are shippable, as all my muses are of age or. yknow. robots. I am however slightly hesitant to ship bot!Elio with just Anybody, as while she is a bot, yes, she is very childlike and vulnerable, and if you're going to ship with sol, I'd prefer a... Size-similarity, as well as Very good communication with the other bot he'd be shipped with. Don't be creepy or weird, please.

Bot!Asterope is Very flirty, and will most likely flirt with your bots a Lot. This is NOT me consenting to a ship, nor is it me Pressuring you to ship with me. Asterope is just Like That, he is very lonely, and Fazbear Entertainment has crammed him full of knowledge of various plays, dramas and musicals. If you've seen Wall-E, you know what this does to a robot.

Human!Sunny is gay. Self-explanatory, you wanna kissu you gotta be a boy.

I am open to suggestive roleplays, but I don't think I'll end up writing anything explicit on here. Not because I want to keep this kid-friendly, considering putting up an "18+" on the blog honestly... But 1: Most other blogs don't seem to be down with it and that's okay, I don't want them to feel like they have to dodge my threads, 2: I am not always in the mood honestly, I am ace and my desire to write smut is very up and down tbh, and 3: I have performance anxiety LMFAO, and tbh it might take a good while before I even feel comfortable writing it unless we Really vibe. I don't need all of Tumblr to see my stuff... But yeah I'm down for suggestive stuff, just DM me or get my discord for more-

I love toxic shit. We are all adults (if I put up that 18+ thing-) and we understand the difference between reality and fiction. If you wanna write dark or unhealthy relationships with me, then that's totally fine. We might just have to arrange a few tags to make sure everyone on dash feel safe.

Get my consent. Pretty self-explanatory. Don't push a ship onto me without making sure I'm open to it, and don't keep going when I'm telling you you're going too far. Just... Practise respect.

I do not see my Suns as related to any other Daycare Attendant. First of all, they are robots, and if they meet anybody Else, I consider them having been made Separately. The trio is like a little family (which is why I don't want to ship 2-3 of them with the same person in the same universe). Don't assume relationships with them, they've been through their own lives and have their own relationships. Also don't assume that if I ship with a Daycare Attendant that there's some kind of familial relation between them, because there isn't. I will adjust universes for our interactions, placing them in different pizzerias/plexes if needed, we'll figure it out together.

The human!Suns are not related to your human!Daycare Attendant, unless we Really vibe with that angle and we've plotted it out extensively. Aster, Sunny and Elio are stand-alone characters with their own lives and backstories, just like their bot-versions.

With all that said, come at me let's write a romance <3

[grieverled-moved]

    UNNECESSARILY DETAILED MUSE DISLIKES [ ; ] PT 1 * headcanon stuff listed below from an older dashgame I did on his old blog. Under a readmore for length!

Muse name:      Squall Leonhart 

Least favourite nickname(s) :    “Squally”  /  Generally anything meant to demean or mock him. Anything regarding his looks is also on thin ice & he’s more likely to take it as an insult over a genuine compliment unless you’re someone he’s soft on / romantically with. “Pretty boy” is a surefire way to get slapped onto his personal shit-list otherwise.

Least favourite colour:     Not really sure there is one. Maybe bright sunny yellow if he really had to pick. It’s too peppy  &  chipper, makes him wince if it’s a bright enough shade.

Least favourite season:      Summer. Too hot  &  it does not do him any favors with his fashion choices.

Least favourite weather:      Sweltering weather where the air holds either no breeze at all or a lukewarm kind that does nothing. Give him ice  &  snow anyday  -  he’ll brave that over risking a heatstroke.

Least favourite—hot or cold:     Hot.

Least favourite holiday:        Doesn’t really care enough to keep track or have an opinion on any of them.

Least favourite food:        Not too picky, but anything with an unusual, out there texture or anything that leans too far into the bitter category.

Least favourite drink:       Anything overly sweetened  &  artificial.

Least favourite scent:       Tie between blood  &  anything rotten  &  decayed. Blood itself isn’t too bad  — he is used to it, but it brings up memories depending on the situation he’s in where he’d much rather shut it off unless he’s facing an issue directly. Blood just means “bad”.

Least favourite sound:      Shrill, ear piercing sounds  -  anything resembling an alarm from Balamb or danger. They set him on edge instantly.

Least favourite book:        Anything obnoxiously poetic  &  sappy. Too much mush makes him roll his eyes.

Least favourite movie:        He doesn’t really watch anything to have an opinion.

Least favourite tv show:     See answer above. 

Least favourite school subject or area of study:       Learning certain social behaviours for missions. He can breeze through his other studies with little effort, but either of those melt his brain. People are beyond unpredictable. Complicated.

Least favourite aspect of their job:     Hard to say  -  paperwork  &  being stuck at a desk is not among the list of his favorite things to do, but... People. Dealing with the people  -  hands down. As a regular Cadet, it was the other students. As a SeeD, it was the clients he’d go to work under. As Commander, it’s everyone, but mostly narrowed down to the others in charge he’s stuck negotiating  &  speaking with. Bless Xu  -  without her there, he’d have lost it long ago.

Least favourite fictional character:     .  .  .  No comment. ( Someone demanded I say Donald Duck so. Why not. )

Least favourite person:      Depends on the situation he’s in. He doesn’t really outright hate anyone specific, but there’s a few people that come to mind that piss him off just a little easier than most. 

Least favourite trait in others:     Blind faith  /  Childishly hopeful Naivety.  Maybe he’s a little jealous of those that can express it so freely, live in a made up world where everything is fine with little to no repercussions given when you trust too much. That lack of paranoia, of fear at opening yourself up without a second thought. He could never do that so willingly, so seeing others express it is something he’s both amazed by but also envious of. He’d been taught through harsh experiences to always maintain a certain level of suspicion  &  scrutiny to avoid getting betrayed or backstabbed  -  so to him, it’s something he can’t understand right away when he sees it.

Least favourite place:       Anywhere loud  &  bustling, full of people. Deling City comes to mind. It can be overwhelming for him if it’s new territory, prompting him to be on edge  &  alert.  Alternatively? If you really want to go there? Anywhere completely isolated  &  silent, devoid of people themselves or signs of human life. It preys on his worst fears of being alone,  memories of his time spent trapped in time compression aren’t remembered all that well, but anytime after the war if he’s in a place too silent or still  -  they never fail to flicker back to the surface. 

Least favourite thing to talk about:     His feelings or his memories, as dumb as it sounds. He’s new to having people who genuinely care for him,  &  brushing them off  & shoving them away isn’t an option anymore. But he loathes the feeling of being a burden, or feeling indebted to someone, always viewing small acts of kindness like lending an ear as something done with ulterior motives. If he’s needled about himself  &  his health or well-being, he will bristle, possibly lie or try to change subjects to avoid it. Another alternative is anything to do with Ultimecia or from the time he vanished after their battle with her  &  the time he was found by Rinoa again. Memories aren’t the greatest but the feeling of fear sticks.

[kitschd]

un-prompted asks | accepting

anon says:  what about your modern verse? any plans for those two? what inspired you to have david in that setting?

Still have lots I want to do in that verse, but most it has been slowly turning into a verse that is affiliated with certain people.  However, I do want to eventually make this blog a multi-muse since I do have some ideas for a few OCs and a few past muses.  I definitely want to keep exploring David working as a host and hoping to do more interactions with Sunny and Han ( @mugunghwc​ ),  developing the familial relationship with Futaba ( @endhell​ ), and more encounters with Jeoh ( @tigermcth​ ).  

I also want to eventually gradually see his transition to him slowly getting his lift together, but then suddenly get dragged back down into the world of crime and see his transition into a yakuza.  I'm still trying to plan those details as it will require more planning and plotting for everything to make sense and possibly even a separate verse.  As for Gloria, I’m still not so sure.

I’ve always wanted to have a modern verse for David.  It’s definitely inspired by the Yakuza games and I just wanted to include David in that world so much.  

[takethejourney]

mobile friendly guidelines

hi there! my name is sunny, i’m 32 years old, i use she/they pronouns, and i live in the central time zone. i appreciate you taking the time to follow my blog and read through these guidelines. i’ll try to keep them short.

this blog is 18+ only. minors, do not follow me. i will block you on the spot if i find out you’re underage. followers that don’t display their age somewhere on their blog will also be blocked. i’m not going to take that risk.

nsfw is welcome here. that said, all nsfw interactions will be put under a read more and tagged with ‘nsfw tw’

personals, do not reblog my interactions. you can follow me, like my posts if you enjoy what you’ve read, and even send in asks and/or interact with me in instant messages if you want to ask my muse questions or chat, but if you reblog my threads, i’m blocking you without further warning. it messes with my notifications and might make me miss replies.

please don’t spam-like my posts either. again, it floods my notifications and might make me miss something. i’ll ask you to stop if i see this happening. if it doesn’t, i’ll be blocking you.

if possible, please reblog art and askbox games from the source. this isn’t always able to be done since blogs or original posts get deleted, but if you can, please do it to help keep my notifications focused mainly on roleplay.

i am mutuals only. this is purely for my own peace of mind. if your rp blog is a sideblog, i expect that information to be somewhere easily visible on your blog, or for you to tell me outright in my ask box or instant messages.

if you are a mutual that no longer wishes to be mutuals, please hard block my blog. this will force me to unfollow you, and hard blocking means i won’t get confused, think the unfollow was a glitch in the system, and refollow.

i am multiverse & multiship. this means all romantic interactions will be separate from each other and do not mingle.

i love romantic relationships between muses. they make me happy. if you’re interested in shipping with my muse, chances are i’ll be interested too. that said, i ship with chemistry; a relationship needs to be built up through interactions. i usually can’t do anything pre-established, though there have been exceptions.

i tend to take a while to respond to threads and asks. if i haven’t replied to our thread in about a week, feel free to ask me about it. i can tell you if it’s in my drafts or queue. on that same note, i am trying to put most of my replies on a queue system. there are exceptions, but expect this to be the norm.

my only trigger is visuals of animal abuse/needless death. this is especially true for cats. i also have squicks, but they aren’t nearly as important to tag as the trigger. my squicks are: real world politics, rpc drama, anon hate, constant negativity, and visuals of eye or neck gore. 

i think that’s it! if i think of anything else, i’ll add it in here. thanks for reading! <3

[sparkledfirecracker]

Sunny Fall Out

Synth’s 5K Follower Challenge / How it started – How’s it going?

@syntheticavenger , again congrats on reaching 5K 😊!

Title: Sunny Fall Out

Pairing: Frank Adler x Female Reader

Challenge: Frank Adler / Babysitting Mary

Warning: Swearing and fluff

My blog is an 18+ only zone, minors do not interact. Don’t let the fluff fool you.

A/N: My second entry for Synt’s 5K follower challenge. This fluff entered my brain while working on this dark filthy twisted mobster story. Took a break to write up this fluffy drabble for the lovely anon who requested this for the challenge. Lightly proofread, so all mistakes are my own. ENJOY!

Pictures for moodboard found on Pinterest, credit to the respectful owners!

How it started:

Frank Adler, your next door neighbour, with his complicated character. He was your weakness, his toned physique, his hard working ethic and his devotion to Mary. Exhaustion had overtaken your body when Frank ambushed you. There he had stood; practically begging you to watch Mary for a couple of hours. Roberta being out for the day and he had no-one else to turn to.

You loved that little girl and wouldn’t — nor couldn’t — say no to an opportunity to watch her. Even when you were exhausted and all you wanted to do was catch up on some much needed sleep.

Hours had been filled with chatter, pillow fort building and currently; watching a movie allowing you to doze off. It hadn’t been long when your nap was interrupted, the snuggled up girl moving with impatience.

“How about we paint some nails?” You croak

“YES!” An exciting peep from the small human. “What colour?”

“We can check, there is tons of different shades.” You smiled, getting up and grabbing your keys out of your bag. “I’ll be right back, don’t burn down the house, okay?”

“I won’t.” A mini promise before you hurried next door.

Only briefly getting used to the comfort of your home. You grabbed the small basket with nail polishes and remover. Running back and settling back down in the homemade fort. It hadn’t taken you long to decide on a colour, pink with a glittery shimmer.

“Mary, sit still.” You chirped firming your hold.

“You’re tickling me.” The foot in your hand tried to wriggle out of your grasp. Loud giggles erupting from the small body on your opposite.

“If you keep this up you’ll have more nail polish on your skin than the actual toenails.” You giggle, hearing the door open and keys being tossed on the table with a loud thud.

Frank leaned his hands down on the table. He looked like he had a rough day with whatever he had to do.

“We’re painting toenails.” Mary gleamed showing him the foot we were working on.

“Are you serious?” He sounded aggravated. Mary’s face dropped at Franks annoyed words. Assuming she’d experienced a minor outburst from him before. You couldn’t get a good read on him and opted for the immediate apology.

“Sorry, I thought it might be okay, since it’s only her toenails -- they can be hidden.” Screwing the brush back on the bottle. “I should have asked first.”

“You should have indeed.” He growled

“Mary come on, let’s get you cleaned up.” The disappointed pout on her pale face made your heart sink. Getting up and holding your hand out for her.

“Thanks for watching her, but I didn’t expect to come back to all this girly nonsense and fucking mess.” Frank grumbled. His impatience growing when you weren’t moving fast enough “Just leave it and get out already.” His annoyance had softened when he spoke the harsh words, too late for an apology now.

“Shut up Frank, I thought it was a nice gesture.” Dropping Mary’s hand and pushing past Frank’s body. You turned around to look at him. “You just didn’t have to be a dick about it.” Slamming the door on your way out.

Large steps taken to your house next door, balled fists by your side while you mumbled angrily to yourself. Fighting the tears that were threatening to fall from being exhausted and emotional, clearly the lack of sleep coursing your body. A squeal escaped when you were tugged -- a little too roughly -- on your arm, making you spin around. Frank!

“Leave me alone, you ignorant prick.” You tried breaking free from his grasp, hitting his arm with your free hand.

“I’m sorry.”

“Sorry won’t cut it.” You spat tears now streaming down your cheeks from the overwhelming tiredness consuming your body.

“It’ll have to do”

“It won’t and you know what,” You took in a sharp breath “You’re such an asshole you know that? I did something nice for Mary and here you come, barging in and being all rude and taking your shitty mood out on me. She looked devastated about having to take off some innocent nail polish. I did you a favour when you practically begged me to babysit her. It is just nail polish, Frank, not a full blown makeover to become the next pageant queen of the state…”

The anger unleashed onto him had made you feel slightly better. Before you could speak two large hands had pulled you in and enveloped your lips harshly. The shock made time stand still and then your thoughts recollected themselves at what was happening. Trying to push him off.

“I am really sorry,” Frank looks down at you taking in your features, his cheeks blushed. “I shouldn’t have taken out my rough day on you, it’s just -- it’s just Evelyn making life difficult for a second time ‘round”

You knew his mother was ruthless when it came to Mary. He had told you some small stuff, but knew their relationship was complicated. You’d seen her once and she made shivers run down your spine. She didn’t look like a pleasant person to be around.

Your face softened at his explanation “You want to talk about it over a couple of beers?”

“No, I don’t”

“You don’t want beer? I am truly shocked.” You feigned a gasp, clutching your chest in shocked surprise.

“I want the beer; I don’t want to talk -- I want to make it up to you.”

“For what exactly, Frank?”

“Being an asshole, can I persuade you with an offer of beer and pizza?” It wasn’t really a question, but it was a nice sincere suggestion.

You contemplated for a moment, you grabbed his face and risen to your toes. Pulling him down in your cradled grip and pressing your lips gently to his.

“Does this mean she can paint my nails again?” Mary shouted from the door. Breaking away from the kiss, Frank let’s out a grunt and you both turn your head towards the blonde girl grinning widely in the opening.

“MARY! Get inside”

“Play nice asshole.” With a giggle you slapped his chest playfully.

How’s it going – 6 months later

Your sundress clung to your body, yelping at the cold water from the exploded water balloon. You’re quick to grab the hose holding it in Mary’s direction, joyful shrieks filling the air.

“STOP! STOP!” She yelled, trying to fight her way towards you.

“No, you started it, you’ll finish it.” You laughed continuing to pour the cold water on her.

She fell down and let out a frustrated sob. You initially thought she’d gotten hurt, but when you reached her she full blown sprayed you with her water gun.

“That’s cheating.” You protested, you turn your head at the large grumble from the familiar truck you had been waiting to see. Mischief coursing through your body and you look down at Mary who expresses the same delight as you. “Let’s get Frank.”

“YES!!!” The exhilaration clearly visibly, jumping up and down.

Hiding around the corner you watch Frank approach the house, unknowingly, scanning through the mail. Mary runs up to him with her water gun and you throw some water balloons his way. Hitting him on his head and arm.

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME!” Frank growled looking at the both of you giggling. “This is how I get welcomed home?” He opened the door and tossed the mail inside, before returning with a wide grin, grabbing a filled bucket by the door and running your way.

“RUN” Mary shrieked heading off, Frank followed in her tracks. Grabbing her by the arm and locking her between his legs. Her frantic movements were no match to his firm hold and she screeches when the cold water is poured down on her.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the interaction. Frank whispers something in her ear and she nods. He lets her go and he waves at you, raising your eyebrow in confusion, but soon realize that Mary is running your way.

“You traitor.” You chuckle pointing towards Mary.

Running away quickly, sprinting around the house trying to dodge Mary. She launches her small body at you, hanging onto you like a Koala. It has clearly slowed you down and before you know it Frank catches you, securing you in his grasp. Mary let’s go and runs away.

“I missed you.” You muse giving him a quick peck on his lips, batting your eyelashes at him.

“I missed you too, but that cute look is not going to charm me.” He places a gentle kiss on your lips, pulling back giving you a devilish look. “We’ve got other ways to deal with naughty girls like you.” With ease Frank lifts you over your shoulder, you slap his ass animatedly trying to get him to put you down.

[atangledfate]

HOW’S MY PORTRAYAL? 

your portrayal is kind of actually amazing? i WILL admit i havent read most of the comics but tangle is just SO GOOD and SO MUCH FUN! just super bouncy and joyful while also having her moments here and there whenever something happens because who doesn't. and surge feels SO REAL.

EVERY STRUGGLE SHE HAS, FROM FOOD TO HAVING HER FRIENDS FIND OUT ABOUT HER REAL SELF TO HER BOY PROBLEMS WITH JET TO HER REALLY BAD FLIRTING ATTEMPTS WITH BAPHO

its so cute it's ADORABLE i LOVE IT i LOVE READING IT

i love your amy being snarky (this is from the little ive seen her) i love your tails being a SMUG JERK (it's SO FUNNY) i love jewel being slightly timid but overall well defined and belle is super duper great to see with her own problems and how she overcomes and whatnot it's all so AMAZING to see

and i know this isn't the right blog but your lilac and milla are downright INCREDIBLE??? you just understand those characters like no other and it's genuinely impressive to see how fast you latched onto those two and made them your own i love it i love it i love it

ten out of ten i have nothing but PRAISE for your portrayals!!!!!! you keep busting out bangers and it's awesome and i hope to continue seeing you on my dash!!!!!!!!!

" This means alot! i will say my Tangle i think is a big departure from Canon as Canon Tangle is a bit one note at times. They just haven't got to flesh her out at all, but that's really more an issue with Sonic characters as a whole. So that's what i do! i try to flesh characters out, give them backstories and make them feel more real well as real as a furry alien creature can be!

Honestly before i started to interact with carol i had no idea what to do with Surge. So alot of her development is thanks to you! so i don't think i can take all the credit. Carol has really helped push her in just the right direction and really set her on a redemption arc which i always swore i'd never do! but its been a load of fun and i'm just gonna keep the ball rolling as its really made me love her character even more!

When it comes to Amy and Tails... that's more just me disliking how Sega has portrayed them. Amy is ALOT better in IDW but when i started to write her i decided i didn't want sweet soft Amy! but someone who lost that side of her because of War, and the things she's lost! she's got alot of fun backstory to! such as her power being strictly magical, and her being a sort of magical girl trope! mixed with traditional Witch/Wicca concepts! and Tails was honestly me going " but what if Tails was a snarky cunt like Sonic " and when you think about it---he probably is. Sonic did raise him after all!

as for Lilac i'm still really getting a feel for her, but i really did click with Milla. She has alot of potential and i wanna explore her being a creation of brevon alot more! but that probably means diving into some really dark subjects for such a bright sunny character! so i'm gonna do it but---oh boy batten down the hatches cause that is gonna be a rocky plotline! me torture my muses HAHAH never! as for Lilac, i got plans--- things to make you cry! just need to spend more time on that blog! but its coming! "

" Well enough of me rambling! Thanks again! i really do appreciate it! this makes me feel alot more confident going forward! "

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Sky Castles

Pairing: Laurie x Reader, Jo x Reader

Summary: Summer has always been your favorite season in Plumfield. Perhaps it’s the lovely, sunny mornings and cool, calm nights, or perhaps it’s the fact that you and Laurie and Jo are practically inseparable in midsummer. 

Follows the summers from childhood into young adulthood, with turmoils of the heart along the way.   

Word count: 6.1k+

Warnings: fluff!!!!!!!!

A/N: hi, everyone. I hope you’re all staying safe and well! Right off the bat, I want to mention that I’ve pinned a post on both this blog and my main blog @sarapii-peachy​ about resources for the BLM movement to raise awareness and petitions you can sign to help make a difference on a smaller scale. Everything counts!

i’m back and now with a bachelor’s degree :’) class of 2020 high school and college esketit!!! we did it!!! in this historic pandemic!!! Sorry I’ve been gone for a bit, this fic has been my rocky transition/attempt out of writer’s block after my INSANE last semester of uni and with all the craziness going on in the world. I hope you can channel and take in some of this innocent happiness and childhood glee into your own lives as we navigate the shitshow that is 2020. Saoirse x Timmy x Reader here to cure me of my depression lmao

this title is also based off a chapter in the Little Women book where Laurie, Jo, and the girls go to a park and gaze at the passing clouds and talk about their futures...it’s honestly really sweet. Loosely based off of that! 

Comments and feedback would be greatly appreciated on this💛! Not that you guys don’t leave love, but this fic like I mentioned is my attempt at kicking writer’s block in the ass, please let me know how I did! :) talk to me I missed you guys :)

tags: @ravenmoore14 @monikakrasnorada @dangertoozmanykids101 @toozmanykids​ @adawn1970​ @mrchalamet-mrstyles @chavezlikesthings @loveylangdon@daygiowvibe @statisticlytimmy @ceexreverse​ @bamposworld​ @lilttletimmy​ @cindere-llaaa​

gif credit to @sheisraging​

You love New England for its rich, distinct seasons, how they each paint the countryside in eloquent sweeps of shade and hue. Snow, sun, and breathtaking landscapes of fall color that tinge the treetops throughout the year. You love Plumfield, Massachusetts more for the warmth and love the March sisters have shown you, each alike in personality, nature, to the equinoxes that have shaped your girlhood, each tender memory from your youth synonymous with Meg, Amy, Beth, and Jo. 

 Autumn. Cozy and comfortable, where motherly Meg showed you how to heat and dip caramel with the apples you’d carefully picked from the orchard for a rare treat, the kitchen swirling with the aroma of cinnamon, nutmeg, turmeric, and spices that left you feeling aglow. She’d taught you how to use an embroidery hoop, how to let dough rise, how to bake a proper pie and how to fix any clothing tear with a simple needle and thread, her compliments quick for your ever growing domestic talents. 

Winter. Like cool, ambitious Amy with her painting and taste for luxury and pleasure, how she would praise you for being the only subject suitable for her artwork. Laurie would moan and complain about sitting for hours by the fireside, begging to be excused to go play in the snow, but never you. Amy called you her muse, arranging your hair and skirts to her liking, softening your lips and cheeks with a touch of rouge. It was always such fun to make a day out of modeling for Amy’s portraits, talking and laughing as she’d set up her paints.

Spring. Sweet and angelic like little Beth, windows wide open as her piano trills would float on the warm air, curtains ruffling in the breeze. You’d sit beside her on the piano bench and turn her sheet music for her, to which Beth would give you a shy, rosy smile in thanks. She taught you how to play Chopin and Tchaikovsky, duet pieces where you’d accompany her on the keys, harmonizing with chords and your fingers flying easily together.

Summer. Your favorite season, refreshing, bright, where you and Jo would spend balmy days and long, cool evenings tucked beneath the shade of tree trunks and willows as you’d read in the sun, listen to Jo’s carefully crafted stories. Her creativity and imagination never failed to amaze you, how her writing could transport you to the farthest countries, or keep you grounded in whatever fantastical setting she’d constructed for herself. She’d often write about the two of you; two young girls, best friends who’d have all sorts of dazzling adventures exploring the corners of the world, without the taxing responsibilities of chores, or schoolwork, or the foreboding, inevitable reality that one day you will be young adults and childhood would be gone forever. You’d have picnics and excursions to the nearby fields, dozing in the sun and picking wildflowers, splashing and wading through the rivers and creeks when the heat became unbearable. Before Laurie would come and spoil your fun, of course. Then, you and Jo and Laurie would be like three rowdy boys playing in the woods, your laughter echoing off the trees and sparkling waters. 

You first meet Theodore Laurence as a young girl in the fields connecting the March’s property and your own. You live just down the road from the March sisters, your house tucked away beyond the bend and you’d make the trek across the meadow and grasses daily to visit your neighbors. Being an only child with your father off fighting for the Union, the March house was like your second home and the girls and Marmee and Hannah always made you feel like part of the family, your own loneliness long forgotten as soon as you’d step through the door and you’d be welcomed back with laughter, squeals, and embraces.

Today, you are seeking the company of your friends as usual, returning a book Jo had lended you with a basketful of scones you’d baked in repayment. A recipe you’d learned from Meg. The autumn air is surprisingly warm against your skin, indian summer, flushed and golden and dappling the plains. It makes you smile softly, your mood pleasant as you gather your skirts in time with your step, adjust your basket. 

Then, you see him. A boy making his way in the same direction, dressed smartly in a black woolen coat and matching trousers, a silk scarf tastefully tied around his throat. His curls are windswept and tousled, his gait relaxed. He feels your gaze and looks up, eyes finding yours and the corner of his mouth ticks up in a friendly smile. Warmth floods your cheeks. You quickly duck your head.

He looks to be your age, but you’ve read tales of highwaymen and bandits roaming the countryside, how they’d feign kindness, only to strike unsuspecting travelers. Perhaps it was the work of Jo’s overactive and contagious imagination playing at your nerves, but why was he heading towards the March’s? You think of little Beth, how boys and newcomers made her nervous, timid. Your resolve hardens protectively. You have to keep this stranger away from the girls. 

Your pulse hammers in your throat as you lift your head to see the boy still looking your way. He waves his hand in greeting. 

“Hello!” he cheers. 

With your eyes still locked, you pick up your pace and keep your silence. Curiously, the boy finds this amusing, laughing, making it into a game as he too begins to walk briskly towards the house, of who will reach the door first. You narrow your eyes, summoning as much hostility and wickedness to your expression, demeanor as you can muster. The two of you are running now, his grin wide and eager, your own mouth twisted with hard concentration as you race each other.

Your chest is heaving when you brace yourself against the doorframe, blocking his way with your arm, back against the wood. He’s not a second behind you and is already on the stoop when you turn to face him.

“Are you Jo’s friend?” the boy asks you with a breathless, easy smile. “You’re quite fast, even faster than her.” He adds. He’s practically bouncing on his feet, jovial and buzzing with energy. The mention of Jo’s name curbs your distrust further. Bandit may now be off the table, and the thought makes you feel a bit foolish now, but how could Jo befriend such a strange boy without you knowing? How did he already seem to know who you are? 

Up close, you notice his eyes are green and mischievous, reflecting back the shimmering plains in flecks of amber as he gazes at you, your pulse fluttering ever so slightly…

You scold yourself internally. 

Handsome or not, he was undoubtedly a boy of trouble who had somehow won over Jo’s attention. And no easy feat, might you add. Headstrong and resolute, Jo’s circle of friends was quite small outside of you and her sisters, and you liked it that way. You’d like to keep it that way as well. 

You feel a sharp, ugly pang of jealousy curl in your stomach. You stick out your lower lip in a pout, turn up your nose in a way that would certainly earn a scolding from Marmee if she were to see your impoliteness. 

“Who are you to ask?” You snap.

Your words do not take the desired effect on him. Instead of hurt, or embarrassment, the boy smirks at you, amused. He cocks his head to one side and leans back on his heels, studying you like you’d just asked him why the sky is blue. His mood is breezy, amiable. 

“I’m Laurie. Is that better?” he offers with a comical pout of his own. You wrinkle your nose. This boy was starting to irritate you more and more.

“Surname?”

“Laurence.”

“Laurie Laurence? My, how silly and dull.”

He laughs, a low and pleasant sound that threatens to melt your angry facade. He shakes his head, hands in his pockets. 

“It’s a pet name. Jo calls me Teddy, but you may call me whichever you like,” he says. Your jealousy burns brighter, flushing your skin, twisting together with a hint of desire and yearning. 

You were once Jo’s everything, her favorite companion. She made this clear with how she’d tell you plainly, how she’d spoil you with compliments and stories and affection. And now, it seemed Jo knew another, this Laurie, well enough to call him Teddy when you had no pet name of your own. She seemed to speak of you, which would explain Laurie’s cordiality, but did she tell him how you were the only one she felt comfortable enough with to critique her writing? How she would encourage your aspirations of becoming a dancer by arranging the foyer into a stage and cheering for you while sitting atop the staircase like an admirer in the box seats? How the two of you could jest and play for hours with nothing but your imagination, crying from laughter until your bellies ached?

You feel a sense of betrayal and heartache at this, an intrusion, a tirade of emotions you can’t quite explain. Did you want Jo all for yourself? Did you want to befriend Laurie as well? Did you just want to be someone’s everything again and to be doted on and loved? 

Then, Laurie’s voice tapers into a quiet hum, a touch of softness. You hear the first indication of bashfulness as he looks down at you through full, dark lashes. “I hope the three of us can be good friends. I’d like to know you as well.” He murmurs. 

You don’t know what to think of him. Your chest feels tight and your cheeks burn, from anger or passion you can’t quite tell. You’re contemplating leaving your basket on the doorstep and shoving past him to go back home when you suddenly hear a clamor of voices and the turning of the knob and then the door falls open behind you. 

Laurie catches you before you can tumble through the entryway, hands finding your waist. Jo, vibrant and chipper as ever, lights up when she sees you and her sky blue eyes shine like glass. She has her cap fitted over her wavy blonde curls, skipping into your arms and for a moment you’re sandwiched between the two of them. You flush scarlet. 

“Oh, good! You two have met. Goodbye, Marmee! I’m going out!” Jo calls into the house, her voice overlapping with her sisters’ as they all greet you in a burst of chaos. But before Jo can usher you outside, you feel your childish temper flare and you squirm out of her reach and back through the open door and into the house. You set your basket onto the table, turning to hide your face in Amy’s shoulder with a flutter of your skirts as you feel the hot sting of tears prickle your eyes. You weren’t going to let this Laurie boy see you cry upon your first encounter.

“I’m not coming.” You mumble. Amy’s hand comes to soothingly pet back your hair with a hush of surprise and you sense her look to Jo with a characteristic glare.

“Jo, what have you done?” Amy presses.

“I’ve done nothing!” Jo retorts with a huff. Then, her voice turns gentle, curious as she speaks to you. “Dear, what’s the matter?”

“She wouldn’t be on the verge of tears if you hadn’t done nothing, would she?” Amy replies. You laugh weakly, tightening your arms around her. “See?” Amy says. “You’ve broken her heart, the poor thing.” 

“Jo’s made new friends,” you sniffle, embarrassed when Laurie’s eyes meet yours. Amy’s arms around you make you feel comforted and safe, brave enough to voice your true burdens when you say, “I’ve been replaced,” and gaze back at Laurie in defiance, protest. He frowns and shifts his weight, looking genuinely sorry with a guilt that touches his eyes. Good, you think. Let him think twice before stealing away your best companion. 

At this, Jo’s expression softens with understanding and warmth as she sees you curl into Amy once more. Jo takes a step into the open doorway, leaving Laurie on the stoop.

“No one could ever replace you, dear,” she says. “I only keep Laurie around for when I’m bored and you aren’t around to play. Look at him,” she gestures in his direction. “He’s aloof and vain, he’s lazy, he doesn’t have an ounce of the imagination you do-” 

“Don’t forget arrogant.” Amy pipes up.

Jo nods, wagging a finger at her sister. “Right you are, Amy. We mustn't forget that.”

Laurie starts to puff up with a temper, his lips twisting together and you can see him struggling with whether to speak up and defend himself, or let the girls have their fun for your sake. Jo goes on, saying he was devious and too pretty for his own good, making you and Amy giggle as she rubs soothing circles into your back. It’s rather polite and charming as you watch Laurie suffer silently, biting his tongue as Jo continues to defame his character before she finally turns back to you.

“I should have introduced the two of you properly, and for that, I’m sorry,” says Jo. “You must have had quite the surprise running into him.” Laurie again glances to you with an apologetic softness, wringing his hands together. “So, what do you think, Teddy? Are we ready to start afresh?” Jo asks him, hands on her hips. 

This makes you laugh, bubbly, your mood perking up as you finally lift your head from Amy’s shoulder. Of course, Jo would be able to comprehend your grievances and somehow peg Laurie with the blame, how she knew your heart was delicate and tender and so full of devotion that you were quick to hold grudges. Your envy dissipates and you feel a bit sorry seeing Laurie now in such low spirits, his theatrical demeanor now quiet and modest. 

“If she’ll have me,” Laurie murmurs, glancing up at you with such a pureness in his glittering eyes that regret starts to settle in your stomach.

“And I’ve written more of that story you enjoyed so much,” Jo holds out a hand to you. “Won’t you come hear what happens next?” she asks. Slowly, like the pull of a magnet, you untangle yourself from Amy’s arms and cross the room to take Jo’s outstretched hand. 

“Alright.” You say at last. Jo beams and cradles your face with her other hand, swiping away your tears with her thumb. You let her baby you like she would with Beth, enjoying her touch against your cheek. 

“That’s my sweet girl.” She smiles.

You then look to a sheepish Laurie and extend a hand, filled with new courage. You tell him your name and echo back his words that you hope the three of you can indeed become good friends, that you and Jo could do well with another acquaintance. The smile Laurie gives you is genuine, sweet and gentle, the corner of his mouth turning up in crooked delight. He clasps your hand warmly.

“I would want nothing more.” Laurie laughs. 

And with that, nestled between Jo and Laurie, you step back outside into the rich and golden light of a warm autumn afternoon, curious, excited for what adventures the day will bring you. 

**

Laurie joins your duo swimmingly and the rest of the year passes in pleasant tranquility as the three of you spend nearly every waking moment by each others’ sides. All Hallow’s Eve finds you dressed in a costume of French royalty, a pompous and comical gown of ballooning fabrics, complete with a powdered wig of pins and curls. You’ve painted your face with overlined lips and the trademark mole below your eye and the March sisters double over with laughter as you enter the foyer, fluttering your paper fan with an aristocratic pout, Laurie saluting your entrance with a roar of, la plus belle fille du monde! Jo is dressed as a fearsome pirate, outfitted in boots, breeches, and a captain’s hat, the wooden sword you and Laurie helped to paint swishing through the air as she parades into the room. Laurie enters last with a bang and a flash of white powder, appearing before your eyes in true magician fashion with a top hat and cane, a false mustache pasted onto his upper lip. All six of you then march across the field to the Laurence residence, now alight with carved pumpkins and lanterns, for your All Hallow’s Eve party of sweets and games.

Christmas brings festivities, flurries, and cheer. Sledding, ice skating, days of cold and winter fun making snow angels and snowmen, decorating the March house with holly, mistletoe, culminating into a hearty turkey dinner as you sit perched next to Laurie. The candlelight is homely, the sound of laughter and clinking silverware washing over you and you catch Laurie’s eye as he lifts his fork to his mouth. The two of you grin, leaning into each other with quiet happiness, heads bowed. You and Laurie both mirror each other in being only children, meaning these times together have been filled with welcome camaraderie. Where your instances of yearning for the companionship of siblings that only those without can understand, you’ve found company in each other, never a dull moment, never lonely. 

The thaw of spring keeps you tucked away indoors with torrents of rain pelting against the roof. Jo reads to you aloud from her novel, asking for your thoughts every so often as you and Laurie lounge on the sofa. When you articulate a point of slight critique on Jo’s use of character, Laurie teasingly tugs on a lock of your hair with a smirk. 

“How perceptive.” He murmurs, grinning.

You swat his hand away, glaring at him in mock anger. 

And as the days grow warmer, so does your heart. You’ve learned to share your affection between Laurie and Jo in a way you think is equally matched and that autumn day where you’d been so sour to both of them seems like ages ago. Soon after that incident, your bravado had quickly morphed into appreciation and Jo had been eager to break the ice between you and Laurie. And like all children, your differences and jealousy had been set aside as you’d discovered he was quite fun to be around. Laurie shared Jo’s quick wit and intelligence, like an androgynous mirror, so much of yourself also reflected in both of them in time and they in you. And yet, Laurie had a certain charm about him; how he could have the two of you in stitches and still maintain the air of sophistication that was so often expected of the Laurence boy. Admittedly, you were thrilled to have them both as your best and favorite playmates. 

In turn, they had done the same, showering you with loving attention and teasing, keeping you entertained with their bickering, quarreling over how they both wanted to occupy your time with their respective ideas for sport. Fighting over you. The thought of it makes you blush furiously. Yet, you feel cared for, like the most precious thing in their lives.You’ve also selfishly enjoyed being the apple of their eye and all the privileges that has bestowed; Jo writing you into her stories, featuring you as a beautiful sugar plum fairy, and Laurie promising to write you a French ballet, to someday whisk you off to Europe to experience high art and culture. 

At last, spring turns to summer and the three of you are back to mischief and horseplay in the great outdoors. The days are lush, agreeable, bright and pleasant with flashing sunshine and lofty clouds. You’re again reminded why summer to you is synonymous with Jo as you run together through the waving fields bursting with flowers, Laurie right on your heels as he too gives chase. 

“Jo! We were only kidding about the toads!” Laurie calls out from behind you. “It’s not like I have one in my pocket this very moment who’s squirming to get free and might have bitten me earlier when I caught him by the river and-”

He gives a shout of surprise and you hear his footfalls pause in the grasses. You and Jo both turn, breathless, already laughing when you see Laurie hopping about like hot coals are burning beneath his feet.

A small pond frog wiggles out of his pocket seam with a croak and then disappears into the meadow, waddling with great speed. With out-turned pockets and wrinkled trousers, Laurie stands there with his hands on his hips, confidence and humor masking his faults as always.

“My, they grow up so fast, don’t they?” Laurie says as he looks out over the crest of the hill with a humorous glint in his eyes, like a mother watching her child leave for the vast, cruel world. You and Jo collapse into a fit of giggles, holding each other upright by the shoulders and gasping for air.

**

Eternal summer and sun, a tender paradise. And as midsummer arrives, so does the heat. It’s stifling, heavy, the kind that suffocates and forbids any excessive movement or play, when being idle is perfectly acceptable, a rarity for you three young adventurers. Today, even nature herself seems to be drowsy from the stifling weather. Sunflowers droop from the weight of honeybees as they float lazily over the fields. Birds chortle from the treetops, as if too tired to fly, their song intertwining with the rustling grasses, tousled by the rare cool breeze. The sky burns a dome of brilliant blue above you, filled with towering, cotton white cumulus clouds. You watch as they drift slowly over the horizon. Like colossal ships at sea. 

You rest your head on Laurie’s chest and he toys with your hair. Jo dozes with her arms pillowed across your stomach and the three of you are a sleepy dog-pile of limbs. The feel of Laurie’s fingers makes you relaxed, drowsy. You hear Jo then give a soft snore and you chuckle.

“What is it?” Laurie asks. You can already hear the smile in his voice, how just your laughter is enough to amuse him too. You shake your head against his chest and the movement makes you giggle again. Laurie joins you, flopping out his legs, the heat making you both delirious and loopy.

You reach up blindly and give him a firm nudge, your hand landing just under his chin.

“Stop it, you’ll wake her.” You scold him with as much seriousness as you can muster and failing miserably. 

“Ow,” Laurie groans. He grasps your wrist, moving your hand to place it against his cheek and he puckers out his lower lip. “You’ve hurt me, I’m unwell.”

“Oh...Laurie, I didn’t mean it..” you sit up and coo, caressing his skin. Laurie looks pleased, a flash of playfulness in the green of his eyes as you lean towards him. “Let me take a closer-” 

You cuff him on the ear ever so lightly, catching him by complete surprise and Jo wakes, cackling, throwing her arms around you. 

Later, the three of you gaze up at the passing clouds, a comfortable silence settling over you all as you enjoy the afternoon.

“If we could fly up into those clouds and there was a castle with anything your heart desired, what would it be?” Jo asks. “Where do you two see your lives leading you?” Her tone is pensive, romantic. You and Laurie both hum in thought. 

“You first, Laurie.” You murmur. 

Laurie turns to look back at the bright blue sky, to the billowy clouds that look like spun sugar candy. 

“I want to live abroad in Europe and be surrounded by music, my music. I want to compose, I want to be renowned for my operas.” He declares with a proud puff of his chest. Jo nods, you give his hand a reassuring squeeze.

“That sounds very much like you, Teddy,” Jo says. “A bachelor making art in Europe, how capital.”

He makes a face, then winks at you out of the corner of his eye. You stick out your tongue.

“You can do it if you stay focused,” you add. “No more billiards, for a start.” 

Laurie wrinkles his nose. “And what is it that you want, prima donna?” he asks you in challenge. 

You turn away with a roll of your eyes, gaze to the heavens. The thought comes to you easily as you listen to the birds, feel the breeze tickling your skin, drinking in the sky. 

“I want to be a ballet dancer in a prestigious company. I want to tour the world.” You say softly. Before, you would have felt embarrassment to share such an ambitious dream. But something about this moment, of being with Laurie and Jo makes you feel brave and safe enough to speak your mind, to put your words into the universe and have it come to fruition. Like a magic spell of sorts. With them here with you, you feel like any dream is possible.

Another chorus of hums and Jo looks pleased at your response. Laurie smirks up at the horizon.

“No fair if it’s likely to happen,” he laughs. “That’s cheating.”

“Oh, hush,” Jo chides with a rather hard sock to Laurie’s arm. She ignores his whines as he recoils and grumbles dramatically. “You’re well on your way, dear,” Jo tells you. “Now that you’ll be in that New York production next summer, I’m sure your opportunities will be plentiful.”

You hope she’s right. You’d secured a role as an ensemble dancer in an upcoming production of Romeo and Juliet, your most prestigious show as of yet in your young and budding career. Jo’s warm praise makes you blush like the flowers surrounding you, pink and full. Laurie’s quick eyes catch this, envious, and he changes the subject, a muscle ticking ever so slightly in his jaw. 

“And you, Jo?” He asks tightly. 

Jo exhales, crossing her arms behind her head. “Being a writer, of course. A great one. I don’t want to settle for less.” 

“Doubtful,” snides Laurie. “I don’t see it.”

You and Laurie look to each other with a quiet smile.

“No, not with all the prizes you’ve won,” you add. “Impossible.”

Jo shoots upright, too quickly for the heat. She slugs Laurie again.

“Ow...Jo, it’s too hot for your beatings,” he moans. “Don’t be a poor sport.”

She doesn’t answer him, only gives him a final push and hunkers back down onto the grass, turning her back to him with a huff.

“Why am I the only one that ever gets hit?” Laurie grumbles, opening his shirt to cool himself off and throws his forearm across his eyes for shade, frowning. You giggle, curling up beside her.

“I believe in your abilities, Jo.” You whisper to her. She takes your hand. 

It’s not long before the three of you are fast asleep in the sun. 

**

And as the seasons and summers roll on and the fruits of childhood begin to slowly ripen with the passing years, you find your companionship with Laurie and Jo changing and growing like never before. Your friendship starts to blossom into fondness, adoration. Indeed, you’ve loved them as playmates and companions since the three of you were children, but as you flourish amidst that quaint, strange, and budding pocket of time when young men and women come of age, where you and Laurie and Jo are now struck with bashfulness and an awareness of being alone with each other, your love for them arches and glows like summer sunset. 

This makes you acutely conscious of your appearance and dress, your posture, how you carry yourself, your mannerisms. How did your hair look? Did you laugh too loudly? Would Jo think your comments about her writing were too harsh? Why did you feel such warmth in your chest every time you saw her? And why were you starting to anticipate Laurie’s company? Why did you always have a sharp hope that he would come around with every visit of yours to the March residence? The constant whir of thoughts and worries was enough to make your head turn with heaviness, make you collapse from the pressures of simply existing.

“You’re acting odd,” Laurie tells you one day.

The two of you lay in a meadow with summer buzzing all around you, resting beneath the drooping leaves of a willow tree. Jo had been unable to join you as she had Beth’s lessons to teach that afternoon, much to her own disappointment and promising to make it up to you soon with an affectionate pinch to your cheek. You’d considered going home then. The last thing you wanted was to be left alone with Laurie, that familiar crush in your chest, an inkling of dread coupled with a shortness of breath, fear and excitement. You were terrified. But when he’d taken your hand and asked you so sweetly to accompany him to the meadow’s waters, how could you possibly refuse? 

But of course, Laurie was quick to notice your nerves. 

“The heat is getting to your head,” you say evenly with eyes closed, enjoying the warmth of the sun on your face. “Besides, that’s rather rude.”

You hear him move and feel his presence directly in front of you, as if leaning in.

“It is a bit hot, do you feel up for a swim?”

This makes your eyes snap open. Following Jo’s mannerisms, you give him a shove in the chest. “You’re vile,” you grin. 

To your surprise, Laurie’s teasing, playful demeanor is nowhere to be found. His gaze is instead thoughtful, holding your own like you are all he sees. Immediately, you feel your pulse kick up in the side of your throat.

“I didn’t mean anything by it,” he continues with a shake of his head. “You don’t seem like yourself. I thought a change in our routine could be refreshing.”

You give a light shrug of your shoulders. “I feel fine,” you say. 

He brushes the back of his hand against your forehead. He hums, then curls his fingers down along the planes of your face to rest on your cheek. 

“You’re flushed,” he murmurs. 

Time seems to slow. The roar of blood deafens your ears and the fragrance of the sweet waters and blooms around you is overwhelming, sunlight refracting like prismed rainbow. Laurie kisses you then, a gentle touch of his lips, tilting your chin up to meet him. A sweetheart’s kiss, one that tastes of summer secrets as you’re shaded by vines and mist. When you break apart, he keeps his hand cradled against your cheek, his thumb circling the corner of your mouth.

You don’t know what to say. You’re speechless, your chest rising and falling softly, staring back at him with wide, surprised eyes. Laurie looks reflective, emerald irises half-lidded.

“What am I to tell Jo?” you whisper to him. Heat diffuses through your body like desert wind. You feel elated, cherished, frightened, embarrassed. Guilty. Laurie’s eyes flicker once more to your lips, his dark lashes fluttering with the movement. His smile is melancholy, yet knowing.

“You love her, too.” Laurie hums. It’s a statement, a confirmation of your feelings for both of them. The fact that the boy you’ve adored for so long has uttered your very thoughts out loud should have you completely mortified, yet there’s a small sense of comfort knowing he’d understand. Laurie knows this because he himself feels the same way, knows you or Jo or himself could never bring themselves to choose.

Laurie’s smile prompts you to lace your fingers together in the grasses and you give him a light peck on the cheek. He brightens up, raking a hand through his black curls. 

“You love me.” Laurie beams.

**

When you tell Jo about the kiss, she’s dancing with you on the porch in the evening light. Inside, you can see Marmee and the girls entertaining themselves through the windows as you practice your pirouettes. Jo is dressed in her writing jacket and trousers, keeping you balanced as she plays the part of the male dancer, perfectly competent. 

“What an impish boy,” Jo says of Laurie. You laugh and the two of you continue your steps, running through the dance number in a private rehearsal. Laurie is due to rehearse with you the week before your performance and the thought itself is enough to make butterflies explode in your stomach. Jo is a strong, leading dancer, while Laurie is graceful and firm, both capable of making the palms of your hands sweat with nerves. You know in your heart if you could rehearse with them, you’d have no fear on opening night. You’d already be invincible.

“Again from the top, please, kind sir,” you curtsey to Jo. Her smile is giddy and she gives a click of her heels before returning to her starting position. 

“Of course,” she responds. Taking your hand, she guides you through the steps once more, your heart soft and temperate like the evening around you.

**

The sound of applause is warm and full, washing over you as you take your bows. You feel weightless, aglow, eyes brimming with tears. You think you see Laurie and Jo leap to their feet in the audience, but the stage lights are too bright and you cannot see clearly and you think you may faint from happiness. 

In the auditorium, you’re still in your costume of Venetian silks and flowers when you’re swept off your feet by a boisterous Laurie and he twirls you around in his arms, his riding cloak billowing out behind him. 

“There’s our Capulet! You were phenomenal!”

“I’m so proud of you, dear!” Jo practically shouts with excitement, tackling you next in a bearish hug when Laurie finally sets you down. Their praise is boundless, endless, showering you in so much adoration that your heart feels close to bursting. You gather them close, tears threatening to spill down your cheeks.

“Thank you both for everything,” you choke out, squeezing them tight.

Over Jo’s shoulder, you spot Marmee, Meg, Amy, even shy little Beth with a bouquet of flowers and then you let the tears fall when you run to them and you thank your stars for the luck and love you’ve been blessed with.  

**

Another year, another summer soon arrives. You and Jo and Laurie are back in the fields cloud-gazing, a lazy afternoon of heat and leisurely time well spent. Things feel familiar, recognizable between the three of you, yet there’s a sense of distance between now and when Jo had first asked about your castles in the sky all those summers ago. 

 Jo was now making a name for herself in the writer’s world, having won another prize in a New York newspaper. She’d been gaining the attention of devoted readers and critics alike and was now working on a proper novel, her longest project as of yet. She tells you not to worry, that she’ll be sure to feature you as a central character in the same way she’d done as a child, nostalgic tales of pirates and adventure and love.

“My sweet sugar plum fairy,” she’d gruffed, pulling you into another powerful hug.

Laurie had finished his opera, now with aspirations of pulling funds together and opening a production in Europe. He was still in the midst of planning and conversing with his grandfather about finances and departure dates, but it seemed like Laurie’s promise of spiriting you away to Europe could now become a reality. And with the possibility of your very own French stage debut! 

Thus, you three souls were being tugged into three far corners of the globe, to your respective callings. The realization scares you, to know that this may be one of the few times you have left together. But underneath it all, there was a sense of excitement to see the world and make it your own. You were satisfied, proud knowing that the three of you had come so far with your aspirations and you had no doubt you would find success in your art.

In the comfortable silence, serenaded by the hum of cicadas and birdsong, you gaze up to the clouds gliding over Plumfield, Massachusetts. You feel an aching longing for those childhood days of carefree play, the countless rose-tinted memories of Laurie and Jo by your side, yet looking up at the sky, you know these memories of summers past will always be with you. 

And there would be better and more to come. 

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sunny, 30, she/her, semi-literate to novella, searching for longterm rp partners seeking dark themes, moderate to heavy smut content, with an emphasis on bdsm, angst, enemies to lovers midburn.

so good progress has been made on the blog set up front! tumblr finally gave me my javascript rights and i can make things pretty again! my pages are all in progress right now, and links to my about me and my muse page will be down below, and depending on when you’re seeing this they may be pretty barren, or nearly complete, as i’m about to leave for work in an hour and change.

you don’t need to read over my entire blog before hitting me up, but PLEASE, read these few short rules and see if we will mesh well first! 

RULES

1. muns MUST be 21+, preferably 25+. this is nonnegotiable, if your age is not listed, or you refuse to share it, then we will not be writing together. it weirds me out, i’m sorry.

2. i write muses of all genders, ages (21+), and sexualities, and i prefer to write with people of similar mindsets. someone with an army of twinks, or a platoon of 18 year old girls is only going to be getting a deep side-eye from me. 

3. OCxOC only, though i could be convinced to write OCxcanon if the plot is particularly tantalizing.

4. will NOT write, under any circumstances: pregnancy, babysitter/nanny plots (so not sexy when it’s your actual job, let me tell you!), extreme taboo (bestiality, underage, noncon [dubcon and cnc okay], heavy bloodplay [knifeplay, biting, etc are fine, but nothing more extreme], scat)

5. no one liners, no gif only replies, and no uneven replies. i’m not picky about reply length, so long as you match me for response worthy content. 3 paragraph long replies are great and all, but if only 2 lines of that is something i can formulate a reply around, then it becomes an issue for me.

6. i love discord for plotting, chatting, and keeping track of characters, plots, and general worldbuilding, but i prefer the bulk of our rping to be done on tumblr. i’m old and set in my ways!

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“Bokuto-san, you can’t keep answering every single summon you notice.”

“But look at him! Even if I don’t like him, he could be tasty!”

“Please refrain from talking about eating people right in front of them. I’m sorry on his behalf.”

Hinata thought back to the time he couldn’t reach a box of cereal and Tsukishima poofed into his house with the most irrate expression possible to hand it to him, muttering about some very graphic ways he could tear Hinata apart and eat him, before very pointedly disappearing in another puff of smoke. “Ah, no... I’m, uh, used to that sort of thing.”

“See, it’s fine! Besides, we wouldn’t REALLY eat him—he’d be too small for a full meal!”

“Bokuto-san, please also refrain from insulting summoners.”

Hinata sniffled, “It’s okay,” his voice cracking on the second word.

Akaashi wordlessly pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, watching concernedly as Hinata wiped his tears. He handed it back demurely.

“So, little guy—” Akaashi’s eye twitched as he heard Hinata’s heart crack at the address, “—what kinda contract are you looking for?”

“I ....don’t really need anything from you guys, actually.”

“There’s gotta be something! You can’t just hand out mana like it’s nothing! It’s gotta mean something!”

Akaashi could tell by the alluring scent of the tears on his handkerchief that, actually, this kid probably could—and does—give mana out like it’s candy, although he knew there was no real negotiation where Bokuto was involved.

“Then.... Let’s be friends! We can talk about random things, and you can give advice when I’m having trouble!”

Bokuto looked taken aback, but he regained his bravado within seconds. He was like a peacock more than an owl, Akaashi thought.

“Of course you’d want to be friends with someone like me! That’s one of the highest privileges! I’d make a contract just to be friends with me! Right, Akaashi?”

The ravenette nodded. “That applies to both of us, I take it?”

Hinata, unlike a lot of people who summoned him, looked directly at him instead of through him. “Of course!”

“Then the contract shall be made.” Akaashi raised both of Hinata’s hands, which both creatures took, raising the wrists to their mouths. Their eyes became yellowed and piercing, and they used sharpened talons nails to make small incisions to the skin.

Bokuto wasn’t as meticulous as Akaashi, not fully cutting through. Instead, he used his teeth to properly open it, retrieving blood. Akaashi’s was neat and mostly painless, and Bokuto’s had the slight sting one might get from a particularly rough pinch.

(Hinata removed the image of Kageyama—who constantly pinched him angrily when he thought Hinata was “saying too much”— from his brain. The demon left him at the park because Hinata kept mimicking him, and the redhead was still salty over his impression being called “shitty”. Thinking about it made his blood boil. Speaking of his blood—)

“Bokuto-san.”

Oh, he was still.... Oh.

“Bokuto-san! Restrain yourself—the contract has been made! Bokuto-san!”

Akaashi pulled Bokuto’s head away. Bokuto’s expression was hazy and satisfied, like he’d gotten drunk off of Hinata’s blood. Hinata felt woozy for a moment, like when he stands up too quickly. Yamaguchi said it was Iron De... Delicacy? Yeah, Iron Delicacy!

Hinata nearly fell back, although Akaashi steadied him. “Thankss,” he slurred.

“No problem. That’s what friends are for, aren’t they?”

“Yeah,” Hinata gave a sunny smile, and Akaashi felt himself start to smile. Behind him, Bokuto started beaming, brushing off the fact that he got too lost in the sauce and nearly drained his new summoner.

“Hey, hey, hey, look who’s got the spirit!”

Akaashi hefted Hinata into his arms in a bridal carry. “Let’s get you home.”

“No fair!” Bokuto cried, “I want to carry the shrimp!”

“Hinata Shoyo, not Shrimp! M’ not food.”

“Some would argue otherwise. Here, Bokuto-san. Crouch down, and I’ll put Hinata on your back.”

Bokuto complied, as eager as a puppy. Hinata giggled as their hands accidentally brushed his knees. Bokuto, spurred by the redhead’s delight, laughed along with him.

It was in this manner that Hinata was taken home, and Akaashi found himself musing about how similar Bokuto and Hinata were, allowing himself a small, amused smile.

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That’s all I had in my drafts so far but this is what had me writing those other two parts so quick :) I needed to get to this one—I love comments and asks 💖

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What I Write List (June 2021)

Hello all, this is the updated list. I realized I’ve never linked my AO3 account on here, so you can find that here: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Fic_Request_Blog

I’ll be beginning to answer asks again in August, and likely have enough asks through October, but, as always, I keep a list and will work through them eventually. Just send a request in as you like and I’ll keep track of it.

All new stories are double posted on here and AO3 and I will try to include the AO3 links in all new posts on Tumblr now that I’ve thought about that.

Mostly fanfiction, though if you just want to see something totally different, go for it.  If something’s not on this list, still ask. We can see what I can do.

Usually when people reach out with a request, I start a dialogue on details and the like that you are interested in. You can be as specific or vague as you like, though I tend to ask for more concrete details if you’re asking for a fandom or ship I’m not familiar with. I’m fairly easy to work with.

General Plots:

As you can see from the history on this blog, a lot of what I get requests for are porn, which I’m generally comfortable with. The kind of porn I enjoy writing is things with feelings, anything that makes it a little more fun such as tentacles or unusual sex aids including things like telepathy, the force, identity porn, etc., and a lot of other tropes I’m sure you all know. (At a certain point, writing porn can get terribly boring, so feel free to spice things up a bit.)

A few things I won’t write explicitly include underage characters, excrement, pregnancy (including mpreg), most things concerning blood, and anything with age or weight play. 

I’ve gotten so many asks in the following tropes that I generally will no longer write the blushing virgin and their first time, anything with finding one’s self through sex, inexperienced persons learning about vanilla sex, and most mpreg asks (though any still in my ask box will be completed, no worries. I’ve just had a lot lately and will stop writing it after these are complete. I may open that back up later.).

Otherwise, we can generally negotiate something.

I’ll write pretty much anything outside of porn as well, including various AU ideas people have, freestyle poetry, general musings on life from the perspective of your favorite character, general love letters to scenery or art, and whatever else you’re thinking of. I’ve had some fun writing people’s own characters as well, so if you’re willing to share those characters with the internet at large, feel free to ask.

General Fandoms:

Star Trek (TOS, AOS, ect)

Star Wars

Lord of the Rings/Silmarillion

Marvel/The Avengers (movie and comics)

DC/Justice League (mostly the cartoons, but some comics and movies too.)

Good Omens

Avatar the Last Airbender 

The Diskworld

X-Men

Into the Badlands (Only Sunny and Veil.)

Specific Ships: 

Pretty much every character in the above fandoms is fair game.

McHanzo, GabeJack/Reaper76 (Overwatch)

Geraskier (The Witcher)

Trephacard (Castlevania)

KakaObiRin (Naruto)

The list goes on, and so does my erratic posting schedules. I update this list every few years as my interests change, but feel free to reach out about anything you’re not sure about.

KakaIru (Naruto)

Hank x Connor (Detroit Become Human)

Viren x Harrow x Sarai (Dragon Prince)

Wishing you all the best! 

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[READ ME; ASK RULES]

This is my policy on incoming asks; make sure to take a read through these before sending anything. Asks that break the rules will be deleted on sight, so keep that in mind!

All asks will be assumed as directed to Mari unless otherwise specified.

If you send an ask to the blog, I’ll answer it IC with a little Mari doodle to accompany the response. This is open to anybody, so long as you abide by these rules! That said, if you want to interact with her through a character of your own, make sure to refer to my roleplay rules first; my guidelines for that are a bit stricter. If you’d like to talk to me, the ‘mun,’ directly, make sure to address me in the ask so I know it’s to me! My IMs are also open, but I will not be answering them IC; those are for mun talk only.

Be respectful to the blogger!

Remember that this is something I’m doing for fun; I’ll do my best to get to all the asks and give fun responses, but I can’t make any promises. It’ll largely depend on what I feel up to answering, what art I get inspired for, where stuff fits best in the narrative, etc etc. If I take a while to get to your ask or wind up not answering it, please don’t take it personally. You’re always welcome to send something else! You can ask if you’re worried an ask got eaten, but please don’t try to pressure me into answering faster; that’ll just result in it getting deleted. Additionally, absolutely do not attempt to drag me into drama of any kind; I’m not here for that.

Absolutely no NSFW, but other dark content may be present.

Expect canon-typical levels of disturbing content; psychological horror, body horror, character death, self-harm and suicide, mental illness, etc will all likely be present here to some degree. That said, I am not at all comfortable with sexual content and will not be accepting any asks of that nature directed at the mun or muse. Please do not send them here. Offenders will have their asks deleted and/or blocked, depending on severity.

Don’t repost or use my artwork without permission.

Unless otherwise specified, all icons, promo images, sidebar images, and other artwork utilized in asks or the blog itself were drawn by the mun. Please do not repost it elsewhere or use it off the blog without asking me first. If you’d like to use it for roleplay icons or something I might be okay with that, but let me know and make sure to credit me somewhere. I do reserve the right to say no, though.

Please don’t reblog roleplay threads you’re not a part of.

Most of my content is a-okay for anybody to reblog, but I ask that ‘threads,’ (written interactions between two or more roleplay blogs) are NOT reblogged by people outside of them. This can mess with thread trackers and often is considered really rude to roleplayers, so be respectful of this boundary! If I see this happen, I will be coming to ask you to take it down. That said, liking a thread to show your support is 100% okay!

Crossovers with other ask blogs won’t be canon.

I’m open to doing little cameos and stuff like that with other ask blogs, but bear in mind that they very likely will not be canon to the blogs themselves; they’re just for fun and shenanigans. If you’d like to discuss trying something like that feel free to drop by and ask, I promise I don’t bite! I’m sure we can come up with something.

Some additional notes to keep in mind:

Remember that this Mari is specific to the Hikiko AU.

For reference, the Hikiko AU is an AU of my own design; it’s loosely based on Omari, but with some pretty significant tweaks and story changes. As such, these are the basics you should know; Mari is still alive here, 19 years old, and attending a Junior College a few hours away from Faraway Town. If you’d like to know more, feel free to check out the about and AU pages for everything that’s been revealed thus far! And if there’s anything missing there that you’d like to know… Well, you can always try asking Mari. Just keep in mind that this AU is quite a bit different from the canon timeline or classic Omari, and Mari won’t have knowledge of any of the events that didn’t happen in her world. Likewise, this blog is not affiliated with the Hikki or Omari projects in any way; honestly I can't even keep track of who it is that's actually making them, let alone be in contact with the creators.

This blog is not spoiler free!

If you haven’t played the game or know the story, I highly recommend doing so before interacting with this blog or reading any further. While there’s plenty of divergences, the blog also contains some parallels to pretty significant spoilers and will definitely give away some big twists. Omori is a pretty intense emotional roller coaster of a game so I definitely would suggest experiencing it for yourself if you can handle the content it entails. It isn’t necessarily mandatory to interact here, but will probably add to your experience.

Guest characters may pop up from time to time.

On occasion I might let other characters from the AU participate in an ask or pop up in art. That isn’t to say it’ll happen every time, but I figure that’s a fun way to switch things up– and possibly provide some details Mari herself might not be as keen on discussing. That said, I can’t guarantee that an ask addressing them will always make it to the intended recipient– that depends on how likely they are to be able to find it. But do feel free to try if you’d like! You might just learn something interesting in the process.

Mari is an unreliable narrator.

Much like Sunny in Omori, she’s not always going to be honest about what really happened or how she’s actually feeling. Her experiences aren’t always true to reality, often laced with hallucinations, delusions, and dissociation. After all, Mari is someone who strains herself very hard to maintain an image of perfection and stability– and that’s one thing which has remained a constant here. It’s going to take quite a bit of effort to peel back that mask of smiles.

Check here for the dedicated tags!

I have a handful of dedicated tags for different content; feel free to blacklist anything you don’t want to see. I also track the tag #dear hikikomari, so feel free to use that if there’s something you’d like me to see!

#asks - the answered ask catch-all. #threads - the roleplay thread catch-all. #main; dreaming of you - the tag for main ask blog content. #side; pure imagination - the tag for non-canon side content. #my art; through her eyes - mun art tag (posted or reblogged) #reblog; strange reflections - others’ art tag (promos and etc) #mun post; the music stops - ooc posts from the mun.

And now, meet the mun!

Hey, thanks for reading this far! Feel free to call me Timey. I’m 25, and use she/her pronouns. I’ve been roleplaying across various platforms since 2010, so this is just the latest in a long series of experiments; I’ve had this AU in the works for quite a while, so an ask blog felt like a fun and interactive way to share it with folks. Here’s hoping you’ll all enjoy it as much as I do!

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"I wrote my own version of the Nativity when I was a child, "The Hungry Donkey". It was a bit gory, but if you're going to put a baby in a manger you're asking for trouble."

"I was just playing the game."

"I can't make bricks without clay."

"I play the violin when I'm thinking and sometime I don't talk for days on end. Would that bother you?"

"You were thinking.  It's annoying."

"Oh, hell! What does that matter? So we go round the Sun! If we went round the Moon, or round and round the garden like a teddy bear, it wouldn’t make any difference."

"Not important? It's primary school stuff! How can you not know that?"

"I'm not a hero, I'm a high-functioning sociopath!  Merry Christmas!"

"What's the point in being clever if you can't prove it?"

"And exactly how many times did he fall out the window?"

"There was once a merchant in the famous market at Baghdad. One day he saw a stranger looking at him in surprise and he knew that the stranger was Death. Pale and trembling, the merchant fled the marketplace and made his way many, many miles to the city of Samarra, for there he was sure Death could not find him. But when at last he came to Samarra, the merchant saw, waiting for him, the grim figure of Death. “Very well,” said the merchant. “I give in. I am yours. But tell me, why did you look surprised when you saw me this morning in Baghdad?”, “Because,” said Death, “I had an appointment with you tonight – in Samarra.”"

"And we're having quite a lot of sex."

"You are a living, breathing man. You've lived a life; you have a past."

"Look at them. They all care so much. Do you ever wonder if there's something wrong with us?"

"I've always been able to keep myself distant. Divorce myself from feelings. But you see, body's betraying me. Interesting, yes? Emotions... grit on the lens, the fly in the ointment."

"Look, this is a six. There's no point in my leaving the flat for anything less than a seven, we agreed. Now go back, show me the grass."

"What a couple of lightweights! You couldn’t even make it to closing time!"

"She provides, shall we say, "recreational scolding" to those who enjoy that sort of thing and are prepared to pay for it."

"Sex doesn't alarm me."

"No idea why people think you’re incapable of human emotion."

"Careful! Some of those skulls are over two hundred thousand years old! Have a bit of respect!"

"You ripping my clothes off in a darkened swimming pool. People might talk."

"Down girl."

"Don't talk out loud.  You lower the IQ of the whole street."

"That's not what people normally say."

"Should I answer chronologically or alphabetically?"

"I've got a better question: is everyone I've ever met a psychopath?"

"Kill you? Um, no. Don't be obvious. I mean, I'm gonna kill you anyway, someday. I don't want to rush it, though. I'm saving it up for something special. No no no no no, if you don't stop prying... I'll burn you. I will burn... the heart out of you."

"No, I just said that in one of your stories."

"You think he lost a lot of money? Suicide is common among city boys."

"He will outlive God trying to have the last word."

"Listen, what I said before, I meant it. I don't have friends; I've just got one."

"I'm not dead.  Let's have dinner."

"So he'll have to make a speech in front of people. There will be actual people there actually listening."

"Don't make people into heroes. Heroes don't exist, and if they did, I wouldn't be one of them."

"Stop talking, it makes me aware of your existence."

"This is my game face.  And the game is on."

"Oh, I may be on the side of the angels... but don't think for one second that I am one of them."

"We solve crimes. I blog about it, and he forgets his pants. I wouldn't hold out too much hope."

“Do you always carry handcuffs?”

"When I say run … run!"

"He’s planned something, something long-term. Something that would take effect if he never made it off that rooftop alive. Posthumous revenge. No, better than that – posthumous game."

"Intuitions are not to be ignored. They represent data processed too fast for the conscious mind to comprehend."

"You can't arrest a jellyfish."

"Brainy is the new sexy."

"Taking your own life. Interesting expression - taking it from who? Once it's over, it's not you who'll miss it. Your own death is something that happens to everybody else. Your life is not your own. Keep your hands off it."

"Oh, I'm sure something will turn up. A nice murder. That'll cheer you up."

"So what if there are right? They are always right, it's boring."

"We all have a past. Ghosts. They are the shadows that define our every sunny day."

"Is it nice not being me? It must be so relaxing."

"Once the idea exists, it cannot be killed."

"It's not a pleasant thought. I have this terrible feeling from time to time that we might all just be human."

"Friends protect people."

I'm not implying anything. I'm sure she came round for a nice little chat, and just happened to stay over. And I assume she scrubbed your floors, going by the state of her knees."

"The universe is rarely so lazy."

"Everybody dies. It’s the one thing human beings can be relied upon to do."

"I gave you my number. I thought you might call"

"Really hope you don't have a baby in here."

"How did he recognize her from.. not her face?"

"I'm suddenly realizing I probably owe you some sort of an apology."

"I always hear "punch me in the face" when you're speaking, but it's usually subtext."

"People don’t really go to heaven when they die. They’re taken to a special room and burned."

"We've got a serial killer on our hands. Love those, there's always something to look forward to."

"Dear God.  What is it like in your funny little brains?  It must be so boring."

"Fear is wisdom in the face of danger. It is nothing to be ashamed of."

"To a great mind, nothing is little."

"I was thinking more about our imminent and daring escape."

"Fine. We'll start with the riding crop."

"Pass me your revolver. I have a sudden need to use it."

"No, no, NO! Of course he's not the boy's father! Look at the turn-ups on his jeans!"

"Dear Lord, I have never been so impatient to be attacked by a murderous ghost...!"

"What I'm trying to say is that, if there's anything I can do, anything you need, anything at all, you can have me.…"

"Look at those cheekbones. I could cut myself slapping that face. Would you like me to try?"

"I would have you right here on this desk until you begged for mercy, twice"

"Are you wearing any pants?"

"When he was dying, he was always cheerful. He was lovely. Except when he thought that no one could see. I saw him once. He looked sad."

"Does yours rub off too?"

"I'm in shock. Look, I've got a blanket!"

"Get out.  I need to go to my mind palace."

"The world is woven from billions of lives, every strand crossing every other. What we call premonition is just movement of the web. If you could attenuate to every strand of quivering data, the future would be entirely calculable. As inevitable as mathematics."

"You should put that on a t-shirt."

"I'm soooo changeable. It is a weakness with me, but to be fair to myself, it is my only weakness."

"Every fairy tale needs a good old-fashioned villain. You need me or you're nothing — because we're just alike, you and I. Except you're boring. You're on the side of the angels."

"Just once, can you two behave like grown-ups?"

"Sentiment is a chemical defect found on the losing side."

"None of the cabs would take me."

"Also, your loss would break my heart."

"I can open any door, anywhere with a few tiny lines of computer code. No such thing as a private bank account now. All are mine. No such thing as secrecy. I OWN secrecy. Nuclear codes? I could blow up NATO in alphabetical order. In a world of locked rooms, the man with the key is king. And honey, you should see me in a crown."

"And you read my writing upside down. You see what I mean?"

"London. It’s like a great cesspool into which all kinds of criminals, agents and drifters are irresistibly drained. Sometimes it’s not a question of who, it’s a question of who knows."

"You've gone all croaky, you getting a cold?"

"All lives end. All hearts are broken. Caring is not an advantage"

"I hope you'll be very happy. You deserve it. After all, not all people you fall for can turn out to be sociopaths."

"Is that a British Army Browning L9A1 in your pocket, or are you just pleased to see me?"

"...Murder. Sorry, did I say murder? I meant to say marriage. But, you know, they're quite similar procedures when you think about it. The participants tend to know each other and it's over when one of them's dead."

"That's clever.  Is it clever?  Why is it clever?"

"Interesting thing a tuxedo. Lends distinction to friends and anonymity to waiters."

"If I wasn't everything you think I am, everything that I think I am... would you still want to help me?"