#minhmy writes

[minhmynchi]

wingfrin bc i was thinking about the silly ☺️

feat. some twohats writing in the read more bc i would love to draw this but don't know how to compose it so i wrote it instead (edit: it's now on ao3 if reading on tumblr doesn't suit ur fancy)

You keep your wings hidden all the time, now. They were adequately sized, enough to glide short distances like the Housemaiden, but that's no longer the case. As you push past what you unfortunately recognize as your thousandth loop, you are painfully aware of how your wings pull and tear at your cloak every loop, ripping it only to become fixed when you loop back after dying to the King or otherwise. Every loop, your wings grow the smallest bit bigger, and you can't help but tear a feather off each time, using the pain to ground you better than the quick, useless reset your dagger was.

Wrap your wings around yourself, pull a piece off, mutter something thrice or more, let it fall unceremoniously to the dark, cold floor of the House, unbeknownst to your friends who question you all the time but you shove it off because it's not like they can care anyways. They show as much, and you don't want to worry them, but one loop you seemed to have dropped a lot more feathers than necessary. You chalk it up to the half bottle of wine you had picked up and drank. You shivered, your hand reaching around your body once more, but the Kid pushes into you, pressing against your body in what you presume is an awkward no-arms hug, and you startle so bad that they flinch back and they look distraught for a moment before frowning pensively at you and crossing their arms. Saying that you looked bad, and pushing a hard candy into you until you let your arm show itself from its clothed cage, hand shakily taking the proffered treat.Your feathers ruffled, and a few fell to the ground, and the others stared at it, their own wings spreading in alarm as they stared at you with questions in their eyes. You quickly shove the candy into your mouth, relishing the new taste. Realizing the taste was not the only thing that was new.

You want to cry, but you march on into your designated failure. Down the familiar hallways of despair, even if your friends were acting weird.

A lot of things happened then. You had a talk, your hands were held, your face was cupped. You were given snacks, and told to say something, anything. Hands held once again in a sweaty grip, and you laugh for the first time in what felt like months. Years.

You do your best not to cry, because you can't have hope. Something new doesn't mean anything good. It can't.

You don't feel that great, but you think that this loop is a little more manageable until you get to the end.

And what an end it is.

You give up, but your friends don't. You remember their names, you see them for the first time, you really, truly see them.

You stand up. You hold your hand in a Scissors sign, channeling Craft through it, and your burning wings spread beneath your cloak, and it doesn't tear. No feathers fall.

But the King does.

And you won.

Right?

You won!

You want to collapse out of relief as your friends cheer and scream, and you feel the tears you held in for years suddenly start to overflow, and then you feel it.

The familiar tug on your stomach.

Before you know it, you were dragged all the way back to Dormont, and Mirabelle is leaning over you with a blissful smile on her face.

No, no, no--

You can't breathe, and your wings burn against your back, against your cloak, against the grass.

You smile at Mirabelle and she leaves.

You sit up, and make your way to the Favor Tree one last time.

You haven't been here in years.

Your wings, originally small and graceful, are now as big as your torso and feathers glide past your waist, hugging against you under your cloak.

You chase away Isabeau, your memory somehow not failing you (you try not to laugh as he leaves).

And you climb.

You climb, climb, climb up the Favor Tree, flapping your useless wings to help with balance. You toss down your hat in the process so you could see better, and you make it to the top.

You see that accursed House in the distance. The King's Craft, keeping it shrouded in night forever.

The King, who you killed, and should have stayed dead.

Why did you loop back?

Why?

You tear at a feather, and then another, and another as you whisper into each one, voice choked and hurried.

Why?

You know why.

You wanted to stay with your friends, and so you do! But you can't escape!

You want to stay with them, but not like this!

Night falls around you as you continue plucking your feathers, because you don't want to fly anymore. Whispering into the dark, light appears from somewhere you can't identify in your haze. Your wings hurt, your head hurts, everything hurts and burns and tears at your soul as you feel frustration and rage build up within you.

You can't take it anymore, as you hold up your last feather, covered in a dark, unidentifiable liquid. You wish, you wish, you wish one last time to be helped.

Someone, anyone...

Pain blooms through your entire body as the Universe listens, sending down a star into your outstretched hands and taking the feather with it.

Finally...

You rid yourself of your feathers, of your wings, of your friends, of yourself.

Dropping off of the canopy of leaves from the shock of the pain, unlike what you've inflicted upon yourself, unlike any you've experienced. You felt like you were being torn apart and rearranged, and you couldn't help but let out a scream as you fell, fell, fell.

And you wake up.

At the Favor Tree in Dormont.

You shove your face into your hands and scream so loud, you send a few birds flying, and you realize.

Your wings have returned, but they are no longer soft. Something much more sinister had happened, and you opened your eyes. Gazing into your lightless, starry hands.

And you laugh, shrill and manic.

Is this a joke?

Giant, inhuman wings to accompany your sudden inhuman body? Is this the Universe's idea of an escape? Of help?

There are no feathers to pluck. No pain to instill upon yourself any longer.

Right?

You attempt to check, but you hear a loud guffaw that tugs at your chest, and you peek around the tree and see yourself talking to Isabeau.

And that same self, that same mirror image walks up to the Favor Tree, and makes a wish. Their wings are free and fluttering, happy to be there.

You want to tear their feathers apart. Rip their wings from their back. Cause unimaginable pain to him, because what the stars is this?

Are you even Siffrin anymore, if this pitiful, laughable shadow is starting again for you?

The Universe pokes at your head, and you have to school your expression into something level.

You're here now. There's no doubt about that. Siffrin asked for help, and Siffrin will get it.

Blindingly ironic that it's not you that will get help.

Why give you wings if you could never fly free, if you'll be stuck for eternity again?

What else is there to gain when you have been given everything to lose?

[minhmynchi]

HI. IT'S FINALLY DONE new chapter of An Old You, A New You !!!!!!!!!

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oh yeah i might as well post this here

fic update yay its rly long sorry i yapped for like 18.3k words siffrin just gets some therapy

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guess what!!!!! new chapter is out now!!!!!

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ITS OUT ITS FINALLY DONE NEWEST CHAPTER OF AOYANY IS HERE enjoy the read :3

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it's now midnight my time so!! happy birthday siffrin!!! here's him and loop relaxing with each other :3 a bonus twohats spoilers pic in the readmore <3

im so normal about them i swear. waaah

[minhmynchi]

art i did for my newest chapter of my fic, An Old You, A New You!! :3

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why write at work when i can draw instead

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finally i can doodle again

some lil doodles w loop and soupe for once :D

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a delete later wip so im turning off reblogs but yay my turn for a scene redraw

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i love rereading my own fic and being like "i do not remember writing any of this" bc i completely forgor chapter 7 was filled with Important Moments and also mira pov... how could i forget i literally drew two arts for it

[minhmynchi]

thinking so much about my human loop (An Old You, A New You) tonight

putting it all under a read more bc im yappin and i still have only written like 500 words for the next chapter lol it's such a struggle but i still have so many thoughts

like they're so anxious n depressed for what....... cause they don't have to keep up a facade?? no one knows what they're talking about so trying to have a mask on doesn't even mean anything? they still get to act abrasive and cagey and they have siffrin to hide from (and they do.) and it's like. being unable to understand the copies of your friends as well as your own copy when they're all talking rly does get to u huh. it'd make sense wouldn't it, to be more like yourself and not someone who has to keep up airs and be all sparkly and cutting and sharp and fizzly. they felt enough anger in their own loops and in siffrin's loops, so it makes sense, right? to turn all that outward anger inwards and just bottle all their self-hatred until it explodes and then they just continue with it because who can help them, really. (soupe can. we love soupe. she does her best, she loves loop and loop relaxes around her)

siffrin can get all this help from their friends, their family! because he can talk to them, he can understand them, they know him!!!! siffrin can get help and heal!!!!!!!!!

loop can't. loop had all the time in the world, Twice, and it's ruined them while healing them in the oddest, most miniscule way possible (making a friend in siffrin, their Own self, how funny!) , and then ruined it Again with their situation now. loop only has siffrin, loop can only understand siffrin when they're speaking their language. loop cannot get help from the others, loop doesn't expect to, loop doesn't expect them to care, doesn't expect them to notice, doesn't Want them to do any of that for them because why would they deserve it?????? especially after what they almost did?

they deserve to be hated, they deserve to be cast aside, even if they don't want to be. (they would rather die)

loop needs so much help and with siffrin being the only one they can talk to, it's understandable why it's difficult to get that. :(

but their wish, their wish...! that has to help, right?? right????? maybe things won't be so bad, eventually....

i love loop. i love giving them the trauma of having something they never got before (understanding their native language again) while giving them their old face back :) including their star body, tho. i love u loop. i love u and so does your friends i promise and i hope you learn that sometime soon and learn to believe it

[minhmynchi]

man i wanna ramble about my fic to someone so much

into the tags i go

[minhmynchi]

planning on uploading the next chapter today, saying this now to hold myself accountable

i had to cut it in half bc i barely made any progress the last few days and while i would love love love to actually finish what i had planned i don't think i can write it lol

so the chapter is a (little) bit on the shorter side

but it includes drawings so!!!!!!!

edit: maybe tomorrow actually. I STILL HAVE TO ACTUALLY FINISH THE DRAWINGS AUGH writing is hard today even still but . tomorrow. for Sure

edit2: yea def tmrw if not night my time today (aka 9pm for me is in 9 hours so. but i work for 5 of those hours and i will be preoccupied w other things in the other 4 so rly it will most likely be tmrw lol.) i have added another drawing and i am in agony but the writing part is done .

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i have 4k words written total fellas. i will most likely be adding only 1-2k more and then ill finally post the chapter augh

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im hoping to get the next chapter up by next week. i'd promise this week but i'm stuck drawing things for a friend's bday and its so difficult to do anything else bc i was given such a short time frame lol its fine tho i just wish my friend told me to do this for them earlier 😭 but i miss writing and i want to write i've been way too busy lately and it's been making me all antsy ughghh i wish i could write.