#one day i'll gather my thoughts and talk about it XD

[slashingdisneypasta]

"In my days, horror was about what you didn't see. Now, that was scary.

These days, the young, they feel compelled to see everything. Every movie seems to be about one up-manship. That means it's got to be more gory, it's got to be more violent, more shocking. More inventive than the previous.

... torture porn, I believe they call it. I don't much care for that. It's not scary; it's rather sick.

But I digress.

So Mr Russel, this is what I came to see. You must give the audience what they want."

- Stuart Lloyd, The Last Showing (2014)

[writerfae]

Okay! Here's the promised ask! (Idk if I'll get to everyone's parents, so sorry for everyone who gets left out)

Now, I don't know if you meant writing for them before they had kids, so this will probably be a mix

Starting off with Ranva and Milan, of course! (Their's will probably be the longest because... yeah)

Milan seeing Ranva for the first time and he's jaw drops, because look at her!

I think hearing about the time when Milan helps Ranva get away from the fae realm would be really interesting (plus baby Henry 🥺)

Ranva having the exact opposite problem of Henry, as in he had to adjust to the fae realm and her to the human realm (the parallels of these two kill me every day)

I'm actually really interested in the time before Aiden was born (as in they're already in the human realm, but he's not born yet), because we never hear about it

(or rarely)

Fenna and Cyrus

Ngl I keep thinking about modern au them, because cute baker Fenna is top tear!

Also, that thing you mentioned about Fenna holding Cyrus after their son died

Also, them just bickering 🥺

Hela's parents

I don't think I know a lot about her dad (or if I do, I forgot again)

And her mom looking for her, and her being mischievous is adorable ❤️

Now... I know very, very little about Maya's mom... so... sorry❤️

And meanwhile I want to come up with something fluffly for my guys but I've got nothing...

But listen 👏 (I think I made a post like this actually, but I was listening to the song again, so:)

Bendegúz: The soldier

Ákos: The poet

Endre: The king

Adél: The one who's singing

(Yes, I love going on rants about songs and my ocs. When I go on a rant about an Odette song that will be... well, you know what she's like🤣 there'll be emotions( but her playlist is one of the best)

Also, can you imagine Endre holding up Ákos to your ocs lion king style 🤣

Thanks, that’s so nice of you ^^

My initial thought was to write fluff for them as couples (with no kids) but since I have no actual plans for this god knows when I’ll even get around to do this I’m open for everything!

Milan was completely star struck when he met Ranva. Ranva’s sister noticed it first and told her. They were both giggling like crazy stealing glances at him stealing glances at Ranva xD and at one point he gathered his courage and really formally introduced himself, with hand-kiss and all.

To be honest, Ranva’s sister, her teacher and her maid were the ones who had the most part in arranging her and Milan’s “escape”. More interesting is probably the time before that (their secret meetings, Ranva telling Milan about Henry and about wanting to leave with them) and after (Milan helping her adjust, helping her with Henry, refusing to hunt for people who talked bad about his wife).

The way Henry’s story is mirroring his mother’s (but reverse) is one of my favorite things about the two. Also how different yet similar their way of freedom looks like!

When Aiden was born, Ranva already spent six years in the human realm. In the time till his birth a lot of her adjusting and dealing with missing home happened. Her learning some customs she had to adopt. Her making friends with Holly. Her, Milan and Henry being a happy little family despite some sullen grumbles from other villagers.

I wouldn’t really know what to tell you about it though, if you don’t have specific questions…

Fenna is already adorable, but baker Fenna from the modern au is even more so! Her and young Cyrus meeting in France is so cute too. I like thinking about younger them lately, even in canon. Not that they’d play any role significant enough for me to think about them, but I do and I adore them xD

The thing is that Fenna loves Cyrus. She remembers the man he used to be and she still sees that man in him, deep down. She’s hoping to one day get him back out. He might never be the same like he was before they lost Thorin, but she holds on to him because she knows deep down he’s still a good man. Flawed, but good. And she loves and believes in him still, though she doesn’t approve of the way he handles his relationship to their kids.

Halea’s parents’ names are Arian and Sofia. They are actually least developed, so I can’t tell you much about them. Except for that Sofia is originally from the Oak court, where her mother was one of the queen’s ladies. And Arian is head of the House of Hummingbirds, who married her and took her to the Willow court with him.

It’s funny how you know little about Maya’s mother, yet she’s the first parent beside Milan and Ranva that actually got a backstory xD

Gwen is a witch. She and her family before her, like many witches, were follower of the old ways. Which is what you call people in the human world that still believe in the old religion (the goddesses, the existence of fae and magic…) and follow old customs.

She grew up living with her grandmother and mother in their little cottage by the forest. She learned the old ways and her craft from them. Now she couldn’t do real magic, since humans are incapable of it, but she knew old rituals and little “spells” and knew how to make potions and (lucky) charms and she knew lots about herbs.

She and Maya lived from what Gwen sold on the big market in their hometown. Things like wool, eggs and goat milk and woven baskets. Dried herbs, balms and medicine. But also charms, potions and other stuff for the more “superstitious” people. Ranva was one of her customers, too.

Gwen was never interested in marriage. But she did want a child. Which is why she wished for Maya!

Oh yeah I remember you mentioning that! I think it fits your characters very well (both the song and the positions you applied to them like who’s the king and who’s the poet…)

Music can be a very good way to get close to our characters! I like doing that a lot too!

[montimer]

Howdy ! Okay I just read your post about the Three Jokers and gosh how I’m so happy to see that you wrote for them ;-; I feel like they’re quite niche- so- if you ever feel inspired ! I would love more interactions with them-! Either the way each one of them (or in group) acts and develops feelings for the reader or something like that- (maybe some angst to comfort for the Criminal as well-? Nah I’m sorry I have so many ideas about these 3 dorks xd) thank you again for making me happy with your works ! You rock !

AGWHBSZMAjz thank you sm :]

I have so many ideas w em im happy that u like my writing‼️

The three jokers x reader

Gn!reader

I'll try an all in one! This is gonna be a long one. I will do them separately in another one!

The clown >:D The comedian >:} The Criminal >:{

Okay so first things first. How they fell for you.

'The Comedian' was the first one to take a notice in you. You might be a hero, or villain. Even just a random citizen. He will talk to you and annoy you all night. His face is covered with his hat and he deepened his voice incase you are indeed a hero just out of suit. Yes he will know its you, he did all his researched and even followed you home, he calls this "Just happened to walk the same way a bit close behind".

In the night he'll joke and show you tricks. Even a smile can make him a happier men that day. Especially if you talk with him.

'The Clown' will join him soon enough. Saying "Sharing is caring". He absolutely adores you.

'The Comedian' knew about you for a long time. He just wanted you all for himself. But now that the two of them grew interested in you he believes its the best to confront you.

With good old kidnapping of course. They will lead you into an alley way, then gather around you, one of them spraying you with sleeping gas. "Im sorry, its the only way we can do this without trouble. But don't worry you're in good hands" The Criminal says before you fall asleep.

You woke up in a bed. One of your hand chained to it. You obviously panic. After hearing you wake up The Comedian comes in.

"Oh yeah, sorry. We had to make sure you don't run away... But worry not darling, the sooner you realize why you're here the sooner you can walk around freely!" You gave him a confused face and he just giggles seeing your surprised face.

He goes out and soon comes back with the others, now all three in the room as you. And you sit there scared.

Do i own them money? Is the first thought that comes to your mind.

One of them kneels down so his face is directly looking into yours. As that happens you notice something strange. He isn't smiling, he looks moody.

Im really in trouble aren't i?

He starts explaining to you that you don't need to fear and they brought you here because you interest them.

Still confused you just stare into his eyes. Tho you only see two white dots since his hat is covering his eyes with a dark shadow, barely making his green eyes seeable.

He notices that you're not responding so he puts his hand in your hair and ruffles it, in a way trying to calm you.

After that he tries explaining again, this time more forward.

"We have fallen for you."

"Grew an interest in you!"

"We love ya, it's that easy!"

The three of them spoke after each. You tried to gather your thoughts to respond.

"But...why me?"

"How could we not fall for someone like you? So caring,kind and loving. You have great humor and a beautiful smile too!"

You felt...flattered?

Moving on. After that they all try to make you feel home. They show you around, chat with you, eat with you, even buy you games and plays them with you (tho only 'the clown' has the patience for that. The other two suck at games and call them stupid)

They buy you things you like. Bring you whatever you'd like

They also call you different nick names like: Darling, My love, Sweets and many other, its just the main one for them.

They also get very, very jealous. When you seem to enjoy yourself with one, the other feels either left out or the need to barge into the two of you.

For this not to happen, The Criminal as the boss of them succeed to talk it out with them saying they can all spend quality time with you in different times.

When you can finally walk around without one of them following you or without a chain, you want to also go outside.

Not to escape, you just need some air and all, after being locked in for like a month.

You ask The Criminal for permission. He is worried that you will escape but you just have to explain to him that you do love them and won't leave forever. You wouldn't be so comfy and talk to them if you still wanted to run away.

After a good explaining and some nice words he finally let's you go. He worries the whole time but after like a good 20 minute you come back saying there's not much out there (nothing different to see).

He gives you a hug calming down saying he missed you. But now trusting that you come back you can go whenever ya want! Just please tell him

Important thing is, they don't do stuff that will make you upset/cry or atleast try really hard not to. Your first weeks trapped there was a nightmare. You snapped at any noise and was always expecting the worse. It hurt them to see you so sad and scared. They told you many times that they won't hurt you. The Clown and The Comedian thought that hugging you randomly or surprising you would help (it didnt), The Comedian was angry with them a lot and cus of this you saw him as an angry moody guy. In the end he was the one who made you feel the most safe. He usually tried to sneak into your room and calmly have little chats.

It was usually "Do you need anything?" "Are you hungry, thirsty?" "Feeling alright? You can tell me anything you know.."

At first you just shaked or nodded your head but it turned into responding in small words and soon it became actually talking to him.

You also didnt liked to make eye contact at first, just looking up for a second to see which one of them is bothering you this time.

They either talked about plans, jokes, or asked stuff about you

They are very clingy and love when your attention is on them

They will flirt, a lot. Even ask to shower with you to 'save water' (some of them dont even try to hide it with puns)

They can be lustfull and very possessive

They will protect you, always. Someone hurt you/made you feel awful? They get rid of em dw. Feeling sad or depressed? They will cuddle and listen to you, might aswell try to find a solution too

They love you endlessly ;]

For the angst/comfort part with The Criminal heres a little nothing!

THE CRIMINAL X READER

Oneshot, gn!reader, angst/comfort but mostly soft

He walked around the building, trying to find which room you were in. He missed you and wanted to spend some time with you. Only the two of you.

He got his hopes up too high. At one open door he heard laughing and he stopped, he went up to it and saw you and the other two playing games together.

One of them on your lap, the other hugging your neck cheering for you as you hold your controller in ur hand all smiley.

He felt happy to see you but also a strange feeling encountered him.

Jealousy

You were enjoying yourself with the other two so much. Have you forgotten about him? No, surely not. Right?

They all can spend time with you, of course they can. He was the one who even came up with that so why? Why do they have to be with you the same time he wants. It's been some time since he got to spend time with you.

Many feelings crushed trough him. Anger to sadness to agony to confusion.

He didn't wanted to come in, not to crash there 'little party'.

He left and went to his work room. He tried planning, writing, anything to get his mind off the matter. After hours he still hasn't left, still covering over his desk, pencil in hand with a paper full of drawings that are all scribbled over.

He then heard a knock on his door. Was it one of the Jokers? He didnt wanted to bother with them, not right now. He looked back and saw the door creak open, with you standing there.

"Is it okay to come in?" Your voice softened his heart.

"Come in Y/n. You're always welcome to give me a visit."

You smiled at him as you locked the door behind and came up to give him a hug.

"I wanted to see you!" You said still holding him.

At his surprise he couldn't react. Your not here to ask for something, you really didn't forget about him?

He put his arms around you and pulled you into his lap. Still quiet.

You petted his head and asked if theres something bothering him. He responded with a low grunt.

Even if he really wanted to he couldn't tell you that he got jealous over seeing you overjoyed with the other two. He feels a bit embarrassed, he is still unsure how you view him. What is he in your eyes? A leader? An angry man? Or just a criminal?

He hoped you saw some comfort in him, other than him being moody.

"Can we just lay down and cuddle? Like, just the two of us...alone."

He tried to make himself clear hoping you'd agree.

You nodded at him and gave a kiss to his cheeks. That one simple act made him blush a bit with a slight smile.

You guys walked to your own room and layed down to cuddle on the bed. He put his head into your chest, feeling the warm of your body and your hand caressing his back. It made him feel so loved. It filled him with joy. It calmed him down. He felt relief.

You told him yall can stay unbothered since the others are busy. You saw how his mood changed from quiet and grumpy to less quiet and a small smile on his face showing.

"Where you jealous?" You asked and he gave out a 'mmm' sound and you just giggled at it.

"You don't need to be. I'll always have time for you. I love ya!" You kissed his head and he couldn't help but smile at that. His head still in ur chest, he put his arms around you trying to pull you even closer.

He muttered "I love you too"

[bi-focal12]

Hey! So now that I feel a lil bit more confident, I had another idea (again pretty simple, but I don’t have that many complex thoughts xD)

Midoriya Izuku (again, but I love this gremlin) + Eraserhead saves him (from a villain/classmates/his family/himself, whatever you want) + quirkless Izuku AU/Izuku didn’t receive One for All

Here! I love quirkless Izuku’s fanfictions because I really enjoy how the authors are dealing with his anxious self-deprecating mindset, writing angst with it or fluff - I particularly enjoy when Aizawa saves him or talks to him about it even if he doesn’t know anything about this kid, just that he’s quirkless and in danger.

Btw! I don’t remember that you asked for a vibe in particular but if you didn’t want to write angst or hurt/comfort, I’m really sorry! My prompt is really heading in this direction, so sorry if it’s not what you want…

In anyway, have a great day, evening or night 💚💫

Author's note: thanks for the prompt! I think AUs where Izuku doesn't have OFA are really interesting and it was nice to practice writing something without a romantic focus | 500 words

*cw for reckless behavior that could be seen as suicidal

Izuku was 76% sure he could do it. He shuffled closer to the ledge of the Daiki Electric building, eyeing the distance to the alley below. 

All he had to do was catch himself on the windowsill of the building next door, drag his soles against the brick to slow his momentum, hop to the opposite wall to counterbalance his falling weight, and then land. 

Easy peasy. 

Or, maybe not easy but…

“Necessary,” Izuku murmured, bending slightly at the knees as he gathered his courage. 

Maybe it wasn’t realistic or easy or safe, but Izuku didn’t have anything else, so- 

“Nothing else?” an unfamiliar voice challenged. 

Izuku startled, tipping toward the open air and the cold, hard concrete below- a shout ripped from his throat. 

76% suddenly seemed too optimistic. 

Izuku flailed, fingertips hardly scraping brick when something soft wrapped around his middle, unyielding, and hoisted him back to solid ground. 

Once released, Izuku collapsed on his hands and knees, gasping and trembling. 

“Breathe,” the voice instructed.

A man, Izuku was pretty sure. He’d only barely caught a glimpse of them perching on the roof, all wrapped in shadow while Izuku plummeted toward the sidewalk. 

That...probably deserved a thank you, didn’t it? 

“If you want to thank me, how about tell me what you’re doing up here?” 

Izuku’s head shot toward the man, startled. 

“You’re mumbling,” he explained. 

“You’re Eraserhead,” Izuku shot back, gobsmacked. 

The man tipped his head to the side, more of an acknowledgment than an agreement. 

Starstruck, Izuku rose to his knees. “You’re so cool! You have no idea! Or- actually I guess you would have an idea, considering you’re him and-“

“Thanks, kid,” Eraserhead murmured, “but we were talking about you.” 

“Me?” 

“You.” Eraserhead gestured toward the ground. “Jumping.”

Izuku waved his hands in frantic denial. “N-no! I was training!”

Eraserhead tilted his head again and, this time, it felt like doubt. 

“I-it’s true! I- I wanna be a hero, but...the thing is, I’m quirkless, so I have to work harder than everybody else a-and how could I chase a villain in a fight if I can't even...I mean, heroes like All Might can just shoot off and save the day, you know?” 

Eraserhead paced slowly closer to Izuku, then dropped into a crouch, reminding Izuku that he was still on his knees.

Still shaking. 

“If I were quirkless,” Eraserhead started carefully, “I would think that means…weight training. Cardio. Martial arts or a long distance weapon. Both, even. Not leaping off of rooftops.”

Izuku’s breath caught in his throat, saltwater slowly blurring his vision and slipping past his lips. 

“I…I just wanted…” Izuku choked out. 

“I know, kid.” Eraserhead’s hand landed carefully atop Izuku’s head. 

Warm. Grounding.

Izuku shut his eyes in relief, still sniffling. 

“Let’s get off this roof, okay? I'll...buy you a milk, or something.”

“A-and you’ll give me your autograph?”

Eraserhead huffed softly. 

“Only if you can make me a list of things that'll keep you off of rooftops."

"Your autograph would help."

[terresdebrume]

Got the idea for this snippet in the limo driver!Joe verse, and I *could,* have left it in the wip folder for later but I thought eh, it's gonna be super short, might as well share it! Turns out it's not that short after but oh well. I'll live xD

Takes place in the same universe & year as Blessings of the Children [Tumblr version]

"I think I'm going to go refill my drink," David announces in the middle of a lull in the conversation. "Anyone wants a top off?"

Janice Roberts, the Hummels and Alan Parrish puts their orders in—two punches, one soda water, one coke—and Joe's elbow is unceremoniously seized and pulled aside.

"You're helping me carry all that."

In normal circumstances, Joe would tell him exactly where he can shove the idea. He'd probably end up going anyway but you know. He'd at least put in a protest out of principle. But then he normal circumstances he wouldn't be caught dead talking to a woman who not only birthed Ruthie's one time bully but also managed to make a pointed remark about the size of his nose and make a pass at him in the same conversation.

So, exceptionally, Joe lets himself be dragged away.

"I'm never covering another fucking dance," he tells David in German as they circle around the crowd of dancing teenagers to reach the buffet. "I don't care if Ruth begs me on her knees, I'm fucking done."

David throws him a skeptical glance over his shoulder, and it would be a hell of a lot less irritating if they didn't both know Joe is being full of shit. Oh, sure, he put up a fight when Ruth asked him to chaperone at her winter formal, but it was mostly for show. Not that Ruth needs to know that, of course. David doesn't need to know that either, for that matter, but he's always had a nasty habit of getting Joe, even when he was a kid, so... There they are.

"I swear to God," Joe continues anyway, lowering his voice when they step up to the table and he spots Ruthie's German teacher in the queue, "if fucking Janice leans on me one more fucking time, I'm gonna murder her."

"She is handsy, isn't she?" David hums as he maneuvers the three solo cups he's carrying onto the table and begins to look for Janice's soda water. "I like Denise though."

He's sticking to German too, quiet enough that Joe almost doesn't hear him. His words make Joe shrug. Sure, Denise Hummel seems fine. Not best friend material, probably, but not someone Joe is actively repelled by at least.

"I ain't talking about Denise," Joe hisses, gathering the coke and soda water cups while David fills the remaining ones with punch, "I'm talking—"

"Talking about Janice, yes, I heard," David says, eyes still on the cups.

He starts shuffling his way back around the room, and Joe plants himself firmly in his trail to avoid the bulk of the jostling.

"Don't act like you like her," he hisses at David's back. "I know your fucking face."

"I prefer to remain polite in social situations," David says, going for prim and landing on snotty.

Joe snorts. German or English, David tends to go formal when he's trying not to let on what he thinks. It doesn't really work, but it's funny to watch. Also, Joe's heard enough stories from David's days of mandatory upper crust socializing to know that line about staying polite is a big fat lie. He's probably just saying that to get a rise out of Joe for trouncing him at Mario Kart again. They run into Ruthie on their way back. She's guffawing about something with her friends Marisol and Isaac, and gives Joe a big smile before scowling at David in the most unsubtle way possible. Joe can't help a scowl of his own at the sight, but David just smiles harder and nods at Ruth and doesn't stop to talk to her.

When they rejoin the group that absorbed them earlier, the conversation has moved from the latest cinematic success to the merits of yoga vs pilates. Joe couldn't give a shit about either of those, but he tries to make some noise. It's mostly for Ruthie's sake. If it was just him, Joe would follow David's lead and keep his fucking mouth shut until he can escape the group.

The conversation goes from sports to self care, and Janice is in the middle of talking about her new haircut when David cuts her off to ask:

"How much did you pay for it?"

He doesn't look annoyed anymore, the stony look gone from his face. Instead, his eyes have widened in this faux-innocent sort of expression he does when he's about to give someone a piece of his mind, and Joe hurries to bury his nose in his cup of punch.

"Oh, not a lot," Janice says with a smug smile. "Only twenty-five dollars, why?"

"Mhm. You got ripped off."

There is absolutely no fucking way anyone mistakes Joe's loud snort for a cough. Not even when he starts choking on his drink and David reaches out to pat his back without a concern in the world. Joe's too busy not dying to look, but he knows exactly the kind of face he'll find there. It's the same face he pulled as a kid when he'd tell adults they were annoying or asking stupid questions. It's the same face he gave his driving instructor when he was eighteen, right before he told him the only reason he agreed to be in a car with him was to get his permit. The same face he'd made, last summer, when his mother asked him if he'd rather spend time with the driver than his own family and David blinked, and stared at her, and said 'yes of course' as cool as a fucking cucumber.

You wouldn't get torture that shit out of Joe, but he loves this face.

"Well," David says just as Joe gets his coughing and laughter somewhat under control, "now that everyone's uncomfortable."

And he must nod, the fucking asshole, right before he grips Joe's shoulder and drags him away from the group and next to the door. Joe follows him with his hands in his pockets, clinging to his poker face for dear fucking life as they come to a stop. Then, because he simply can't resist, he whistles and says:

"Don't hold back Web. Tell them what you really think!"

David rolls his eyes.

"This is me holding back," he mumbles, and Joe can't help huffing a heartfelt:

"Jesus. Now I'm curious to see what it looks like when you don't hold back."

David's expression turns outright smug, and Joe has to hide his answering smirk behind the rim of his solo cup.

[skzoologist]

My mooties

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⤐ @dmnksrt - One of my irl best friends, you guys can thank her for so much, because she is my number 1 fan and keeps cheering me on. Without her, I wouldn't have written this much. She's a victim of accidentally being converted into a kpop fan, purely because I was also dragged into the fandom. Even though she stans another group and man (Suga), we still ramble to each other for hours easily. Once she gathers the courage to post her own fanfics, you can be sure I'll be there to support her immediately. Her brain is wonderful, just like her, I wouldn't hesitate to commit arson for her sake. Her tag is 'my Darling', no, we aren't dating, in case any of Nat's anons come here asking that.

⤐ @nerenbe - Well well well, if it isn't my menace herself. This lil gremlin is the sole reason I am in this fandom altogether, since she just kept singing 'Star lost' while we were in the Christmas market in the year 2023. I guess this is what I get for dragging her into so many animes and manhwas, haha. She isn't really active here, but know that she loves to murder me with pics and memes of my bias and wrecker. Truly, she lives up to her nickname.

⤐ @shetherocket - The last of my irl best friends, the poor one who isn't in the kpop fandom and has no idea wtf I am saying to her, ever. It's really funny actually, as she just nods as I speak, no clue about anything. But she likes Felix! Loves his softness and sunshine self, so I sometimes spam her with him lmao. I am never going to be sorry for that :D

⤐ @thightswideforhanin - First ever person to loudly admit Bae wrecked her, and hard. I always enjoy her reblogs, she was one of the first ever active members of my blog.

⤐ @michelle4eve - A shy follower of mine who gathered enough courage to speak to me, and would you look at that, we speak more regularly now :) She's very sweet, which is why I just call her my Sunshine.

⤐ @jinnie-ret - Jinnie-ret, Jinnie-ret, the person who started it all. She was the first skz writer who noticed me and decided to raid my blog, quite literally. She recommended my work on her blog and I got a big influx of people, making me breach the 100 followers threshold. I still can't believe she'd followed me back, when I've been her silent follower for months by that point. While we don't speak a lot, as she is busy, I know she's very welcoming and kind (also my brit mum, because she decided to adopt me lmao).

⤐ @atinyniki - Niki, my precious little pocket pookie who just loves to pester me and absolutely shower me in love, no matter how hard I keep pushing it away (this is the norm for me and my friends). She's absolutely sweet and so strong, I look up to her in that sense to this very day. We easily start gushing about ATEEZ or my husky puppies for a good while, or even start planning some gut-wrenching fics together xD I am so happy she wrote to me, even if she keeps insisting I am cute, falsely.

⤐ @writingforstraykids - Nat, my talented menace! I love her art, oh my god, I cannot wait for her to draw more, even if that is a year later or more. And her soft thoughts? Hell yes! She's the one who usually gets to see my own random thoughts about the boys (hence our collab), because she's my mootie and they get VIP services :) I am forever afraid she's gonna do what my menace does and send me pics of the boys... I would straight up die on the spot.

⤐ @cheesemonky - Leisel! While we don't talk a lot (timezone differences and my depressed, anxious self), she's cute and so supportive. I just know if we would talk more, our chat would be filled with rambles and thoughts about TXT, haha.

⤐ @yangbbokari - Mumu, the chaos child. We didn't get to know each other well yet, but she loves to say random shit and cause mayham xD Very maknae line coded.

⤐ @lilmisssona - Sona, my sweet sonata, who is so sweet and supportive of me despite barely knowing me, it gives me diabetes. I already love her works, her AUs are very interesting. She also loves my two puppies, and I am only glad to provide her with photos and videos of them.

⤐ @minholing - Jenny, my lil biologist sprout. While she left, I will await her return here. Who knows, maybe by then I'll be able to accept her hugs more easily.

⤐ @kimistorm - We don't really talk, but we occasionally tag each other in some games. Her works are really nice and sweet, I wouldn't be surprised if she is like that too.

⤐ @miuracha - Miu, the legend amongst us. I haven't really gathered the courage to talk to her yet, but I do know she is an absolute sweetheart who only deserves the best. I hope life finally gives her a break, and very soon.

⤐ @silverstarburst - Silver, my star and guardian wolf, thanks to her protective nature over her friends. Our friendship started with her tagging me in a Jisung photoset, completely unprompted. That was a sign, so true that we now regularly talk here or on discord. Bless her and her gif/photo sets.

⤐ @galaxycatdrawz - A very active moot of Nat, someone who gave me even more meme ideas when I started memeing Nat, being the menace he is. Thus, he shall be named my official meme partner. While we don't talk regularly, that doesn't mean he isn't fun to be around.

⤐ @thatonedemigodfromseoul We haven't really talked a lot so far, but that is how it is when you just meet someone.

⤐ @dean-a-mean-tae Ah, yes, sweet Ronnie, who likes to sing my praises, even though I am average at best. No, please, don't look at me like that guys, I'm sorry- We have this mouse and cat game where we compliment the other in an endless cycle. Also let me tell you, when I first saw that they mentioned me, saying how good my silly fics are, I just sat in front of my screen like a confused and emotional dumbass. Definitely will remember that day for a good while, haha. I look forward to getting to know them better, if life allows it.

If I didn't tag you here, that either means I am way too nervous to do so (you're probably a big writer blog), or I just straight up forgot with my smooth, pea-sized brain. Please do reach out to me, I assure you I didn't mean to somehow offend you.

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[umepnnn]

3DOLC x ROE — results.

challenge created by @starliet and @cleostoohot 🖤

sorry (and not sorry) for the long hiatus cuz i'm enjoying life :)

so a few days ago i came across several posts about their challenge and i decided to try it out ! i didn't plan to post or anything so there wasn't a "what i'll be manifesting" post, but the results were so insane i had too make one.

ଓ affirmations i used:

regardless of everything...

nothing can ruin my manifestations

i always manifest within 3 days or less

i have everything i desire

ଓ what i manifested:

always confident and friendly, good at socializing

that's exactly what i did. i feel like a social butterfly at school and it's easier for me to join in convos now. making friends and having small talk just became easier for me. and i don't overthink so much anymore

being more included in my friend groups

i have a group i hang out with at uni for like 4-5 months now but i wasn't rlly active until this challenge LMAO now i'm like so comfortable with everyone and felt more like a part of the group. it also went like this with my other friend groups that i just started hanging out since this year. i actually speak to people individually now woah :)

getting closer with an SP

idk i thought this guy was cute so i just included this and at first the situation was: he's close with my friends but he's not in any of my friend groups so we don't hang much at all. but then after 2-3 days since this challenge, our mutual friend suddenly ADDED HIM into the group out of the blue and we all started going out and he is SUCH A GENTLEMAN to me + he added my socials as well hehe

school is fun, assignments are easy & no stress

literally came to school to chit chat and i'm not stressed at all. i get my work done on time and everything goes so smooth fr. and the best part is my classmates are the sweetest ugh SCHOOL IS FUN (they are the uni friend group i just mentioned up there) and they'd always gather around my seat lol and we'd chat the whole class.

bright smooth clear skin

same skin care routine – skin clearer than ever. no longer uneven dark spots or small little bumps <3 smooth like a baby's bottom :) my mom actually thought i was wearing makeup when i literally just washed my face n removed all the makeup !!

no dark circles

i slept like usual but my dark circles rlly went away since this challenge i'm actually surprised (even tho it should go away cuz it's the law lmao) and usually they'd still show when i have my makeup on but now it's wayyy less noticeable

friends from other countries coming to mine so we could hang out

just went out with one the other day lmao so check ✔️ i guess

everyone cares about me and is very nice to me

yoo my friends were so patient and attentive to me and even the taxi drivers are nice, they'd start convos and not in a creepy way. everyone is so nice for real <333

ଓ what i did:

i just read the list and affirm whenever i can, mostly focused on the 4D and know it's inevitable that they'd manifest <3 cuz it's already mine the moment i think i have it. and honestly the "nothing can ruin my manifestations" line helped me a lot.

other than that i did nothing in the 3D. i never initiated anything. they all just came to me just ✨ like ✨ that ✨

i got most of my desires within 3 days but i still continued affirming after 3 days cuz like why not? it's like i'm doing the challenge again or sum but yes i still get desired results after that.

btw i also listened to quite a few subliminals alongside doing this challenge just because i can xD even for the same desires and like they both manifested but anyways i'll make a separate post on my subliminal results.

© umepnnn 2021 – all rights reserved.

[note from a later date //29 jan 2024]

i have been on a hiatus since then until now, because i was busy with a lot of stuff i didn't have much time to learn and post astrology stuff here ~

i am still busy as ever and i don't plan on coming back here anytime soon (mayyyybee idk) but i still come on tumblr quite often cuz i loveee our astrology & manifesting content

and somehow today i checked my draft and saw this whole post here from three years ago i'm like wuhhh totally forgot.

BUT! everything i said is true fr like the "friends from other countries coming to mine so we could hang out" last year literally TEN of my friends came to my place (they're from 4 different countries) and I even went on trips with some of them — mind u i havnt seen most of them in like 2 years at the time

trust me manifesting is sooo easy just think u have it and u have it

thanks for reading and stay healthy stay safe everyone <3 cya

[piracytheorist]

Hello! Basically, a thought came in my mind and i thought I'll share 🐱🐱

I absolutely LOVE spy x family and I'm desperately waiting for new manga chapters and anime adaptations frfr

But... is it just me or is the story progressing too slow?? I know you've seen only what the anime has covered so far, but pls do tell me what you think about it's pace! I think it's priority is to be this happy-happy(help is this even a word😭) anime and the story def gets sidelined due to that, ofc i love cute anya and everyone but I need more development!!

Hi!! Feel free to share any time!

I can't talk about the manga because even though I've gotten some spoilers here and there, I don't actually know how its pace has been. What I can say though is that I feel there was some sort of... "pause" between the Doggy Crisis Arc and the Campbelldon arc. Like episodes 16 to 20 (and the respective manga chapters) are undeniably fillers. If I dare to make an assumption about Endo's thought process for them, is that he had a solid idea of how to develop the story up to the Doggy Crisis arc, then saw how popular his manga was getting and went like "Oh shit people like this I have to prolong this. I need a bit to come up with the rest of the plot and development so have a few fillers for a few weeks thx."

I don't know a lot about the upcoming arc in the next anime season, but I have heard that it's pretty packed with action and development. What I miss a lot, especially seeing Yor's screen time overall in the first season, is more focus on her. Like, it's almost criminal how little time and focus she's gotten, and I'm right here expecting much more of it in the second season 👀👀

All that said, I think one of the themes of the story is itself the slow progress. Operation Strix is a long-term mission, and the family dynamics need time to develop. When you see how disciplined Twilight is and how detached from his feelings he's become, it would seem a little rushed to just have him go like "Wow I love them I guess" from one arc to the other. It needs slow build-up and development. Fanfic can be as quick-paced as one wants it to be - like, I've written a time loop fic where Twilight realizes, accepts and embraces his feelings for his family by the tenth repeat of the same day. I'm not one to talk XD - but the theme of the canon story itself is to take things slow. We're meant to focus on the family moments because it's what humanity is build for. Sure, action and fight scenes look cool in fiction, but Spy x Family seems to be the kind of story that goes like "Humans are meant to live in harmony with each other" and while war themes or action scenes can be used to show how war and violence can corrupt even the best of us, at the end we're humans and we're brought into this world for calm and peaceful moments with our loved ones.

I don't know if that's satisfying for you, it's perfectly fine if it isn't, but from what I've gathered from the anime episodes and the spoilers I've gotten here and there, heavy action and tension don't seem to be what Endo wants to make a note of. It's what we do in the between and how more of ourselves we are within a loving, peaceful environment. So in all my effort to not be patronizing, I'd say you should try to lower (or at least prolong) your expectations about a quicker pace in the story. For all we know developers have seen what a cash cow this story is and are pressuring Endo to prolong it so they can milk it for all it's worth. This can be either a good or a bad thing, depending on how it's handled. My one hope is that he won't get too tired of it before he has the chance to take it to the next stage (like bring on Identity RevealsTM and Feelings RealizationTM) and conclude the story. For his sake, if nothing else.

Thank you for sending in! I realize this can be a bit of a complicated matter, but I'm interested in talking about it :D

[ginnsbaker]

I have re-read the entire chapter *playing cruel summer on loop in the background and switching to pc to write this ask* because I need to gather my thoughts nyahahaha fr got shocked with the opening part as I wasn't expecting it XD. This will be a long one kasi I included my favorite parts.. :P At first I thought this was a parallel to chapter 12 iirc, the conversation they had after y/n came back and she thought that everything is just going too well, the whole conversation going too well and the end part *wink wink* while the date is not going according to y/n plan. "You’ve told her that three—maybe four—times now. Not that you’re counting, but each time it gets a little easier to say. And you hope, for her, it gets a little easier to hear" - word's of affirmation love language ni Y/N and I like that Leigh just let's it or at least allow her to say these words to her. "and for Leigh, speaking things into existence feels like an indelible commitment—a promise carved into stone. But maybe some things are beloved even before they ever take shape" -- this is incredibly poetic like you wouldn't know what hits you kind of thing.

"Instinctively, you snatch her hand, holding fast for dear life." -- takot mawala te? "More than anything, though, you're struck by Leigh's bold declaration to a near stranger—that she was going to kiss you by the end of this date." - Go Leigh, ipagpatuloy mo mag stake ng claim kay reader at titiklop talaga yan.

"She hopes you don't set expectations too high just yet, not when you're both still in the early stages of getting to know each other. Beyond the undeniable physical chemistry between you, she's looking forward to discovering how you both handle the less-than-perfect moments just as much as the perfect ones." -- Ik that previous interaction with Leigh's are not really that complete and it was mostly the mean(?) parts that drew y/n to her and I understand her apprehension about that kasi for how long would she see that part of her as loveable diba (eme)

Perhaps it’s a good lesson to learn that not everything has to be perfect to be right.  At least, not with Leigh Shaw. --- THIS?! (NO WORDS WALA AKONG MASABI IT'S PERFECT!) “I didn't actually have a boyfriend until I was twenty-two,” ( waw the asian + filo in me could never, it will probably me at thirty or never *cries lol* ) and many more part (tama na baka ma sobra sa limit lol) and speaking of Cruel Summer song, the angst part now match these lines "We say that we'll just screw it up in these trying times We're not trying." and oh boi did y/n just falling fast ready to give it all for Leigh then there's Leigh "I'm always waiting for you just to cut to the bone" na it will be Matt all over again... idk but this is how I perceive the whole chapter and relating it to the song nyahahahaha and finalllyyyyy the reciprocated 3 words with reassurance (sinong di ngingiti jan diba lol)!! I just know that y/n's love language is words of affirmation and gift giving pero she's still afraid and very careful around Leigh that she's conceiving this certain idea about her without knowing that y/n's coming on too strong na pala and needs to yellow light muna... They need to talk without those intense emotions (forgetting about Sara and mag hunos dili muna silang dalawa sa action) so that's my rambles and incoherent thoughts sa chapter. Thank you so much for the update ate! So waiting for the PDF version :>. Happy coding and enjoy the day!

Ohhhh a long asks! Thanks for sending this :) I'll reply to some!

I love your observation about Y/N's love languages! I'd say hers include words of affirmation, gifts, and touch, while Leigh's would be quality time, acts of service, and obviously touch too.

Re: the "speaking things into existence" part - I'm kind of proud of that as well, so thanks for highlighting it!

Re: the idea that not everything has to be perfect to be right - that was a tough pill for me to swallow in relationships. :)

Re: R not having a boyfriend until she was 22 - lol, I didn’t have a girlfriend until I was 26, though I started dating men around 16-17ish.

I just can’t stop smiling at the part where you relate 'Cruel Summer' to this update. It makes me so happy when my readers catch the easter eggs. :>

It's clear that Leigh and R feel deeply for each other; now it's just about being on the same page and understanding their priorities. :)

Thank you so much for reading and sharing your thoughts :)

[lil-melody-moon]

Hi darling 😘 now it's my turn so for the musk ask game: 2,4,13,15,20,24,37,41

Hello- Oh boi, that's a lot of questions! Luv ya for that <3

2. Weirdest song I love?

Gotta be one that McCartney did. Which one made me laugh the most tho...? Not like I know his whole discography, I'm too new for that, but there was one- *suddenly remembers Led Zeppelin* No, going with "The Crunge" - confounded bridge wins everything!

4. Least favorite song by my favorite band?

I have a few favorite bands, but I'm going with The Beatles and this specific "song", because it brings "wtf" on my face every time I think about it.

Listened to it once, never again, moving on!

13. In my opinion: a. most underrated classic rock band or b. most overrated classic rock band? No or, I'm going to answer both!

a - Well, I didn't actually listened to a lot of The Animals as of now, because I still plan on doing it and I don't know if they count exactly as a classic rock band, but I don't see a lot of people talking about them and the songs I know by them are fucking amazing. "House of The Rising Sun" my beloved <3

b - Don't hate me, but I'll say what I think. Queen are the most overrated classic rock band for me. They are not bad, far from that, but I was never a huge fan and they are freaking everywhere. I am getting kind of fed up with that.

15. Lennon or McCartney?

Are you fucking serious with this question?! ...It's difficult as shit to answer as both are good at music. I have songs by John which I can kill for and same with Paul's songs. *mumbles* It's like choosing between listening to "Imagine" and "Monkberry Moon Delight", where I will listen to both.

Alright, let's think about it, focusing only on music. I adore John's songs up to "White Album" I believe, because there I started having problems with his songs, but then again, I do like his solo stuff a lot. Then there's Paul, with who I have like zero problems. Now that I think about it, I really have little to none songs by him that I don't like/can't listen to, looking at both The Beatles and his solo stuff. Plus I like him a lot more than John...

So I guess I will say that McCartney is my answer for that.

20. A song I love that everyone hates?

I've seen a lot of hate for "The Crunge" and I'm always like, how can you not like a stupid song? It's so funny!

24. Musician I’m attracted to but wish I wasn’t?

Paul McCartney. He is the last guy I thought I will be attracted to, literally. Like, I never really paid much attention to him, but one day I just looked at him, after starting to love his songs and something just fucking clicked. And you know what's worst? I had a crush on him before, first time being when I heard him in "This Girl is Mine" which he sang with Michael Jackson and then after I heard "Say Say Say" and saw him in the music video I was a goner. I still fangirl when this song plays. The last time they played it on tv I just screamed out of joy XD

God, why, why does it have to be you of all people?!

37. Musician I want to marry?

I have...two musicians in mind and those are Serj Tankian and Ringo Starr. Both my top favorites, the ones who I feel a strong connection with, but when I think about it, I would go with Ringo Starr.

Serj Tankian means a lot to me. I'm thankful to him for a lot of things, the most important one is making me grow up in the last year and find myself again, but I think there's not a strong connection between us. Sure, we share similar opinions and certain world view, but that's about it.

Now with Ringo it's another thing entirely. Like I said before, I'm new to The Beatles, but from what I managed to gather about him I sometimes see myself in him. I'm making allusions to when he was younger of course and not to Richard Starkey, but the persona he had created. Intelligent, chill guy who is up to talking things out instead of straight up arguing. Lonely, sad and sometimes sulking for whatever reason he sees worthy of sulking, also a miserable guy who can get in a great mood and is funny and very charming. Also, a sentimental guy, which makes him cute <3 Not to mention his low self-esteem which I freaking share with him on personal level. This is how I see him and sometimes when I listen to his songs or see him act on the videos I stumble upon I can't help but feel like I found a soulmate. I know it can sound cheesy, but I feel like that, especially during the days I feel fucking lonely, almost desperate for affection and sad because despite the age I still didn't find anyone. Ringo is helping me a lot during those days and sometimes it feels like he is next to me, which makes my days better.

So yeah, I would want to marry Ringo Starr <3

41. Ultimate rock n’ roll fantasy?

I have two, which I will describe.

First being a chance to meet either Serj Tankian or Ringo Starr and having the chance to hug them and talk with them. I would like to thank them for what they did and how they've changed me, but I think a honest hug would express those feelings much much better. Plus, they both deserve it, they are sweethearts <3

Second being able to meet John Bonham and Jim Morrison in the afterlife. This is a really wishful thinking and probably something impossible, buuuuut since it's a question about fantasy, I would like to meet them and just talk, I guess. Know them a bit more, because they died long before I was born and I adore them. John for his drumming, Jim for the voice and poetry. So I guess this is the only way to see them XD

Thanks for asking, hun <3

[kirstenonic05]

Ok so basically about that comment about the human flower. So that girl is in the visual novel game Your Turn To Die (you've probably heard me talk abt it before, definitely seen me post and reblog abt it I am going insane over it,) and she's called Kanna, and in one of the routes of the game she dies.

So because they're in a death game (self explanatory imo), all participants have these collars on them and they uh. They can do a lot of things! They act as a sort of way to keep anyone from stepping out of line, and in some cases can be used to kill people. One guy called Mishima got his head straight up burned off his body because it heated up to a ridiculous degree (what a unique way of beheading someone!) and they can also explode! Neat! Anyways when Kanna dies in the route she dies in, her collar plants these specific seeds in her that rapidly grow in her body and turn her into a human flower. It is extremely painful. Like. The game is done with drawn sprites and pixel art but god it was pretty horrifying to watch unfold. And if you thought that was bad she uh. She is also a lil twelve year old!

Anyways with that out of the way I'm curious abt that OC you mentioned :3

Oh damn! That's really morbid! D: That's something that would totally keep me up at night! Things like that, like parasites or anything to do with the insides of a person, I really can't deal with!

Sorry for the late reply, I had to gather all of my info on this OC XD His name is Bluebell and I made him with @dremyink06 as a part of an original story called The Bluebells Sound Death, or TBSD for short! (I sometimes call it the Bluebell Saga, since the sequel is called Sunflowers Spring Forth Day)

I'll put brief summary of it under the read more!

The Bluebells Sound Death is set in around the 80s probably, Ink and I haven't fully decided on the date.

The main character is Sun Fowler, who is from a wealthy family and lives in a mansion surrounded by a lush garden he looks after. He finds that his prized bluebells keep getting eaten, so he asks his mother, Rossette, what animals would eat bluebells. He soon finds out bluebells are poisonous and goes out to figure out what had been eating his bluebells.

He soon comes across a guy lying down in his bluebell field, hiding from him. They introduce themselves and he finds out Scilan Dumort, some random guy who lives next door, has been eating his bluebells as his late mother told him that it would heal him. By the fact that he wasn't dead yet, Sunflower believes him. and invites him over for a proper dinner.

They find out they go to the same school and become very good friends, along with a girl at school named Poppy. Both Poppy and Sun nickname Scilan, Bluebell, thanks to his love for eating bluebells.

Eventually, Sun learns that Bluebell has had a curse since birth thanks to his parents' knowledge of witchcraft. They died to the curse while Scilan has a few years to live. The bluebells act as a remedy and keep him from dying but he didn't even realise he had a curse. His mother had simply advised him to eat bluebells every day.

Not only was he just a weird person in general, but Bluebell was constantly bullied for being gay. Late in the story, he confessed to Sunflower, but Sunflower mistook the confession as a joke and got arrogant about it. Heartbroken, Bluebell took the lonely path home. But, he began coughing out flowers on the way and he soon falls. Sunflower ran after him to actually say that he loved him but found Bluebell dying in the bluebell garden. Sun mourned his death. As they say goodbye Bluebell tells Sun to feed him a bluebell but Sun refuses, thinking there would be a way to fix this. In the end, Bluebell eats it and passes soon after.

Luckily, Bluebell comes back later as a ghost thanks to their strong love. But, he is completely covered in bluebells thanks to where he died and from eating bluebells. But don't worry, they live happily together :D

The blue haired guy is him as a ghost in Miitopia with his friend from another original series! (And me in the top left and Ink's OC Morty in the top right XD)

This all started out as a Caejose Hanahaki RP that spiralled way out of control! I actually have the original version of the Hanahaki AU written out, but it was when Ink and I were new to the fandom so I'd like to rewrite it someday.

I also wrote a song for this series! Maybe I'll post it sometime? Who knows XD

But yeah! That's a quick summary of TBSD!

[seirei-bh]

hi! i'm one of the two other people in the universe who is obsessed with Tarah. (your previous fanart of her is beautiful btw and greatly appreciated.) am i the only one who's a little sad that we didn't get the Tarah interlude? In November 2022 Brandon said she would be an interlude POV. Not only did that not happen, she only gets mentioned once and we don't get to see her at all :( obviously not the end of the world but it just bums me out

Hi! AAAWW Thank you so much!!❤️ I'm so glad you liked my fanart <3 And thanks for your question! I was looking forward to talking about that lost WaT interlude.

SPOILERS about Wind and Truth below!

About that interlude, yeah, I was a little disappointed too that we didn't get it in WaT, especially since Sanderson said in Word of Brandon that he would write it, but I guess he ran out of space in such a huge book and had to cut some scenes, so I can't blame him for choosing from those scenes to discard the ones about background character. When I started the book and saw that the parts were split into just ten days, and that Kaladin was going to stay in Shinovar, I immediately said goodbye to the idea of ​​him and Tarah seeing each other again, but I was still hoping to at least get an interlude from her to at least know how and where she is and what her life has been like, I even had the headcanon that she was now a Radiant. I was curious especially since Brandon mentioned a while ago that the Mourn's Vault was a dangerous and unpleasant place, so I thought Tarah could tell us in her POV something interesting about her time there. I even briefly imagined that maybe Tarah could be among the scribes who helped Bridge 4 in Shattered Plains or the ones who went to Azimir with Adolin, but nope!

We got nothing :( Don't be sad though! Because if there's one thing my experience in many of my fandoms with secondary characters that an author leaves out has taught me, it's that those are the most fun to expand in the fandom with headcanons. I've a saying: "if an author doesn't care about a character and never give us enough about them, then I'll do it myself!" So in a way it's even a good thing that Tarah is almost a blank space as a character, because that leads to more headcanons than you can imagine ^^ For example, I want Tarah to be Radiant, and since Sanderson never said she isn't, then if I say she's Radiant, then she's Radiant! And I can choose for her to be of any order I want ( In my mind she is Willshaper because the description of that Order fits her quite well, so confident and flamboyant. I know that almost all the willshaper spren are for the listeners but she can have a rebel spren). And if I want to say that she or some relative of hers is a worldhopper, then that's true! The canon can't tell me otherwise because it hasn't even shown me!

Or, about shipping, if I want to decide that she can have another partner during these ten years of time jump between books 5 and 6, then we can choose whoever I want! For example, something crazy but fun: I could make up a story about Kaladin's two ex-girlfriends: Lyn and Tarah meet and fall in love with each other! (it would be quite a korrasami situation and that's why I love it, it would make for more than one funny scene for a reunion with Kaladin in the future! XD) Or the same if I want to ship Tarah with a background character, or with Kaladin in the past or in an AU despite what the canon says, or Idk with Venli, or Lopen, or Vivenna… you can ship her whoever you want and imagine multiple sceneries!

We can also imagine what happened to Tarah before and write hadcanons or some fanfic about it if we want. I can, for example, imagine that she gathered her own group of rebel soldiers of Sadeas' army, inspired by Kaladin, and she saved them -specially the young ones- and took them to Urithiru. I can pretend that her reunion with Kaladin really happened between OB and RoW behind the scenes and that she wished him happiness and they became friends. I can imagine Tarah really was in Shattered Plains or in Azimir between the scribes helping one of the armys. Or I can imagine that between books 5 and 6 Tarah became a scholar or that she decided to help Bridge 4 as the new quartermaster after the death of the previous one or as a scribe.

In conclusion: possibilities are endless! :D

[hylaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa]

Some thoughts about my process and long-form fic

School's back in session, so I haven't had much free time. Well, that's a lie. I have free time, but it's mostly spent recovering from the day and preparing for the next, so I wouldn't call it free time. More like blob time xD.

As such, I haven't done a lot of writing. Some snippets of dialogue or some half-baked ideas here and there, because that'll always be the case with me, haha, but nothing solid. It feels like I'm standing in a river, trying to catch fish with my bare hands! Too bad I wasn't made for the hunter-gatherer lifestyle, lol.

But I digress! I think I made a breakthrough today. (We'll see how long it lasts.) So I mostly write one shots or one off stories, where the plot is contained, character development is limited, and I don't have to worry about what the next chapter has in store. I've done some multichapter fics before, and really only ever completed one (the silly mailman link au i started for my birthday that year). The rest just hang out in my google docs, unfinished.

I think I know why! It's a problem of my skill. Since I'm used to short fic, I get overwhelmed when confronted with the sheer length of long ideas. I tend to think in terms of what events I want to build the fic around, rather than building those events around the fic, so I'm stuck trying to meld a bunch of ideas that I'm too attached to change, and the result is something that goes unfinished.

So! I'm going to try my hand at some long-form-esque fics! Where there's more plot than a usual one-shot, but nothing more than a few major beats. That way I can keep it short so I don't get overwhelmed, but I can still push myself to work on my plot and character growth.

I probably should've seen this sooner, since the idea I'm talking about is reminiscent of how "I am yours and you are mine" is structured, but that's alright! Baby steps!

With this in mind, I'll be plugging away on a new idea for the next period of undetermined length. Hopefully I'll be able to finish it!

As always, have a great day!

–Hy ♥️

[remingtonisleithal]

I just need some air

Remington x female reader

Warnings: smut, I guess it's semi public?, handjob, morally iffy (both parties a bit tipsy and Remington is young here)

Word Count: 2.7k oof

Summary: At an outdoor party celebrating the birth of Palaye Royale, Remington gets turned on and runs into the bushes to cool down, but Y/N follows him. (Apologies for the bad description)

A/N: I'm actually pretty proud of this one, I edited it and everything XD also this is the best pic I've got even though it's not right for the time period

Edit: I forgot to say before but this is low-key inspired by @bidet-and-legolas Damiano fic I Just Need You

Sparks flew high into the fading sky from the fire you and your friends had going in the middle of the forest. You were celebrating Palaye Royale, the new and improved Kropp Circle, and this was the perfect way to do it. Friends told dumb stories as they drank beer and whisky in the safety of the trees, away from the prying eyes of adults and the law. A game was being played, a mix between spin the bottle, truth or dare and never have I ever was being played and everyone was a little drunk. The evening was cold but everyone was warm from the fire, alcohol and laughter.

Sebastian had just finished his dare (singing “We are the Champions' as loudly and terribly as possible into an empty bottle) and flopped down next to his brother Remington, leaning on him a little, resulting in Remington shoving him.

“All right, all right,” Sebastian took a moment to gather the attention of everyone before spinning the bottle. It landed right on you. “Ooooo, looks like it's Y/N's turn!! Truth or dare?”

“Truth?” You answered, not wanting to do a rendition of Bohemian Rhapsody.

“Will you just get the balls to tell him to his face?”

Half the people there were confused as to what the hell Seb was on about, but the other half gave smug smiles and cheers of encouragement. He was clearly talking of your massive crush on his brother next to him, Remington.

“Well, yes, maybe one day I will have the courage. Thanks for asking.” You respond, voice dripping with sarcasm.

“That's not what I meant and you know it. I mean,” He stood up on a tree stump for dramatic effect, voice booming in a silly manner, “Dearest Y/N, would you please announce the name of the man which has the honour of your affection.” He gestured and wobbled a bit, causing everyone to laugh including him.

“OK, well the answer is... No. I'll drink instead.” You replied, regretting it already as the drink of choice was a weird mix of alcohol and fizzy drinks in the form of a shot.

“You're drinking anyway that's no fun!” Your best friend Katy yelled at you. You gave her a face that made her laugh, both of you knowing full well that devil's piss drink and your Midori are entirely different flavours.

“Yeah and the rules are you drink if you don't do the dare either,” Remington said, compelling you to ask the nerve-racking question.

“OK. What's my dare?”

Sebastian looked at you with a cheshire cat smile, then looked at Remington and winked. Confused, you turned to face him and saw his face turn red.

“WELL,” he said, fully enjoying being the entertainer of the night, “I dare YOU... to... take off your shirt.”

“What?!” You object.

“What?” He returned. “I was gonna say show us your tits but I thought that would be rude.”

Any other time you would have been a little insulted, maybe blush at his brash attitude but instead you laughed. The drinks in your system made you happily tipsy, but still able to think clearly. You knew this was risky but you also trusted everyone there. They were all your friends, all nice, and you'd gotten changed in front of more than half of them anyway. And it's not like you were gonna be naked.

“You know what? Fine. I'll do it. But my top is going back on in a bit.” You said with a stern look that went against the mischief in your eyes.

You looked at Remington briefly as you sat up straighter. His eyes were wide and face red, like he was trying to contain himself. No, that's just the alcohol messing with your brain, he's just your friend. No matter how much you want more.

You pulled your top off to loud cheering and whistles from your mates, girls and boys both alike in dickery. You felt a little insecure about how you looked, but also knew that slouching over would just push your boobs over your bra further and you could not take that risk. So you sat with your arms around your stomach, shoulders back and t-shirt on the ground.

You couldn't hear it past everyone else but Remington was breathing heavily.

Daylight savings meant it was 9 o'clock as silhouettes replaced the sun, the dull glow against black trees seeming all the more beautiful with your friends next to you. By this point your t-shirt was still off and others were missing theirs, chips were getting eaten and people were talking with filthy minds and mouths.

“Gah, you're making me horny you bartards,” Katy slurred, and you giggled as she swayed to the music someone was playing.

“You don't get to complain little miss 'I have a boyfriend and we fuck all day and night',” you said back, brutally burning your friend. She erupted in giggles and just nodded.

“As apposed to you, the desperate and the lonely,” this caused multiple people to start going 'ooo', but you knew it was just in good fun, but the lonely comment did hurt more than you'd like to admit. So you focused on the desperate part instead

“Well yeah! I mean we've literally just been talking about sex and kinks for hours and you expect me to not wanna jump the guy behind a tree right now?” you returned.

“'The guy'?” She asked. “C'mon ya wuss, just admit it, he's literally sitting here right now.” All those with the sobriety to look around and start to think either agreed with Katy or looked confused.

“Katy, don't.”

“Just say it! He likes you back, OK?” She jumped up to her feet, wobbled a little and shouted “Y/N LOVES YOU, R- AH!!” Her sentence was never finished as you tackled her to the ground. Instead of either of you apologising, she giggled and you grabbed the nearest bottle and chugged, wishing you hadn't sobered up a while ago. Then you realised someone was missing.

“Hey where did Rem go?” You asked no one in particular.

“Ah I think 'e went that way,” Seb said, “just rushed off now.”

You got worried. What moron runs off into the forest alone at this hour? The darkness was quickly enveloping the grounds and it was getting hard to see. You started to jog a little, being careful and fast, trying to find Remington, until you tripped over a tree root.

“Y/N!” Remington yelled, and suddenly he was at your side. “You OK, what are you doing out here?”

“I'm fine,” you said, taking his outstretched hand and trying not to melt under the light touch. “I was worried about you, you disappeared.” You wrapped your arms around him to give him a hug and felt something hard. You let go.

He looked around awkwardly, rubbing his arm.

“Uh, yeah, I just uh, needed some air.”

You looked at him.

He looked at you.

You blinked.

He cringed.

“Please, please just forget I said that. Just things were getting pretty intense back there and I didn't wanna, you know, get a boner, in front of everyone.” he admitted, looking at you with pleading eyes that you could only see in the dark due to his proximity. “Guess I thought I'd just come here and uh...chill.”

“Well I'm not gonna leave you in the middle of the woods at near dark alone.” You said and lent against the tree beside you, entirely missing the point. You stood there for a minute, sipping from the bottle you didn't realise you were still holding. You gestured to Remington. He took a sharp breath that sent you heart racing as he took the bottle, gently brushing your fingertips and putting his lips where yours once were. You looked up at him, watching as he swallowed the drink, trying not to let your mind wander. His eyes glittered in the moonlight as he passed the bottle back to you. Without thinking you ignored the bottle, just reached up to brush some hair out of his face, playing with it a little. You blamed the drinks but it wasn't alcohol which had you intoxicated at that point. His eyes fluttered shut as your hand brushed his cheek, eyes opening immediately when your hand was gone. He subconsciously bit his lip.

You were both too scared to say anything, and although the yearning was written across your faces, the moment died as you looked away.

“I'm sorry. I shouldn't've done that, didn't mean to make it weird.” you mumbled.

“Y/N, I'm the one who ran out to the woods cause he got a hard on, you're not the one making it weird.” Remington said with a laugh and a blush, not entirely meaning to say that out loud, liquid courage taking control.

The comment sent shivers down your spine and more than butterflies to your stomach. Remington mistook the shiver for the cold and immediately shimmied out of his leather jacket.

“Here,” he said in the softest voice. “Lemme just...” He put the jacket around your shoulders, ending with both his arms on either side of your head, arms lingering a little longer than was friendly. You snuggled into the jacket, comforted by his smell.

“Thanks.”

“No problem.”

Awkward silence.

“Hey, are you, um, ready to go back?” You asked, trying to be polite and also trying to push the sinful thoughts from your head.

“Ah, actually, no.” He rubbed the back of his neck and cringed a bit, cheeks heated.

“That thing takes a long time to go down huh?” You laughed, and so did he. The laughter broke the tension and awkwardness and you felt compelled to keep joking. “Well me and my boobs out must be making it hard on you, I do have that effect on men.” You said jokingly, striking a funny pose. Only kidding, you expected a laugh and an eye roll.

But what you got was Remington saying “Well yeah, kinda.”

It was a moment for your brain to compute before you said “Wait, seriously?”

You weren't sure if you were dreaming or drank more than you thought.

“Um, yes? I- um, I mean, well I, uh,” Remington stumbled over his words adorably, before taking a swig from the bottle and coming clean. “OK I guess it's time to be honest. Y/N, I like you, like I really like you, and I have for the longest time. Hell I got so worked up and jealous when you were talking about that guy that I had to leave and-”

“Remi, that guy is you.”

“Me? Wait, what?” The shock was evident in Remington's voice and hope was written across his face.

“Yeah. I really like you, I mean, you're just,” you wiggled your arms in an odd gesture, face pleading to understand before giving up, instead putting your hands on either side of his face and bringing your lips to his.

After you crashed your lips against his you pulled away to check you hadn't done the wrong thing. But Remington only smiled put his hands on your waist and pulled you closer. The kiss was slow and passionate, as he explored your mouth with such soft love that it took your breath away. As you stood there kissing, the kisses heated up, becoming fiery and fierce. It felt like a dam wall had been broken, and your love and lust was spilling out. His hand started to rub on your back and you pulled him impossibly closer, before breaking away for a gulp of air.

He closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against yours and you went a little weak at the knees. He opened his eyes and stared into yours, breathing hard, absolutely mesmerised by your being. You could do nothing but smile as Remington laughed in delight and kissed again. Your bodies came flush against each other, you could feel his erection, and Remington grunted. You pulled away.

“Sorry, did I do something wrong??” you asked, concerned.

“No no, it's just that I, uh, I've kind of been hard for like an hour? It just, kinda, hurts.”

Pause.

“Can... Can I, uh, help with that?” you asked, not wanting to cross any borders and make him uncomfortable.

Words failed him, all he did was raise his eye brows and make noises that sounded like 'yeah' as he nodded.

“Kay, tell me if I do something wrong, I haven't really done this before.”

You backed Remington up against a tree and kept kissing him, his hands in your hair, your hands wandering down his chest. You began to rub your palm against the bulge of his skinny jeans and he let out a breathy moan into your mouth. He gently bit your lower lip and you whimpered slightly, determined to keep your composure (what you had left of it). You pulled away to kiss his neck, hands never stopping as you tugged his hair lightly with one hand, and palmed him through his jeans with the other.

Remington was starting to let out louder moans, trying to keep quiet, biting his lip hard and desperately trying to make himself last longer. He'd be damned if he let himself lose it in an instance, he wanted this to last forever. You started to mark him with light hickeys under his ear and he moaned loudly as you found his weak spot.

“Please,” he begged, his voice no more than a whisper. You looked him in the eyes and he looked away, face red, embarrassed by his situation but desperate to finish.

“OK baby,” you said with a reassuring smile. You undid his jeans and pushed his underwear down just enough to reveal his hard on. You covered a whimper as you bit your lip, breathing hard. Fuck you were so turned on. You were living out something you had dreamed of. You reached down and grabbed his shaft tightly forcing Remington to let out a loud groan, and slap his hand over his mouth. You smirk and kissed him to keep him quiet as your hands worked him.

“Y/N, I'm- I'm gonna,” He all but asked, whispering through hard breaths. He looked you in the eyes and you kissed him fiercely, shifting so he could release into a bush rather than your clothes. You began to leave more hickeys on his neck as you pumped him fast and in a matter of seconds, Remington was coming hard into your hands; hips bucking wildly, one hand holding onto yours to keep it in place without thought, head pushed back against the tree, face screwed up in pleasure. A stream of cum shot out into the bushes and Remington came down from his high, stopping his movement as he began to catch his breath. His eyes fluttered open and he bit his lip, cheeks turning a red you couldn't see in the dark. He was too nervous to speak, worried he might've fucked things up somehow.

“I... Fuck.” Was all you could say, earning you a laugh from a spent Remington. “Well that was hot.”

You both stood around for a minute a little awkwardly, unsure what to do now. Remington adjusted his pants, did up his fly and, unsure what to do with the cum on your hands, you gave it an experimental lick. Seeing Remington's eyes go wide you licked it off your hand entirely, leaving him turned on. He tried to push the thoughts out of his head though, unable to afford getting hard again.

“So uh, I guess you probably want to go back now, huh?” he asked shyly.

“Oh Rem, now I'm the one who needs a minute to calm down,” you said with a smile as he laughed, shaking his head.

“I can always help with that.” He said with a knowing smirk.

Taglist: @smiling-girl @sab-falco @levyasakura I'm not really sure who wants to be tagged for what sorry.

[veilder]

"Don't worry, I'll take care of you" - North60

Another prompt fill that I actually managed to get done? What?! Well, you're as surprised as I am. XD Anyway, I have no idea if this is even good or not but I guess I'll post it anyway. This is set vaguely as the third piece in the North60 series I intend to write. (The first part of it is published already but I've been working on the second for a long time and it's still not done. >_<) So if anyone is a bit OOC, just blame it on some intended character growth that's already theoretically happened, lol. So yeah... here's to the very few of you out there who love this ship as much as I do. Enjoy? 😅

butterflies around the flame

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it."

Sixty pauses, looking over to North as she sidles up beside him on the gangway. She wears her expression of steely determination just as fittingly as her slightly-singed tactical suit and Sixty can’t help the small burst of assurance both sights inspire in him despite his current irascibility. His scanners pick up a myriad of weapons on her person, knives and guns and batons and tasers, and it soothes some basic part of his coding that crows at him to keep her safe. She can look out for herself. Hell, she can look out for him too if the way she's muttered that phrase several times over the course of their friendship is anything to go by. Time and again she's looked out for him, vouching for him to her friends, taking him on as her second-in-command in the security corps, mediating disputes he manages to get himself involved in, etc.

And here and now too, apparently, she's decided to shoulder the responsibility for his actions. Even as he stares, she nods her head down to the burnt edges of his jacket and trousers, waving a lazy hand to the entirety of his ash-encompassed form. "I’m serious, I’ll talk to them. You did what you had to and I'll make sure Markus knows it. Losing one building is better than what would've happened without the distraction."

Sixty frowns, doing his best to nonchalantly lean against the metal railing as he peers down at the gathered deviants below. The deviants he had done his best to save during the pandemonium. The deviants who stood huddled and scared and singed because of his stupid plan. They were lucky... Lucky to make it out. No thanks to him.

"I could've taken the humans down myself," he says eventually, a scowl crawling its way across his face. "Far less collateral damage. Quick and efficient. You know I could've, North." He snaps his gaze back towards her. "This could've killed them." He nods his head towards the crowd below. "I could've killed them. And for what? A crazed mob of humans hellbent on destroying us?"

North shakes her head. "But you didn't kill them. You didn't kill anybody, Sixty. We have you to thank for everyone making it out alive. Even the humans." Her words are soft but her eyes shine brightly, that same righteous anger burning through them as courses through his Thirum lines. She's just as upset about the attack as he is. He knows this. After all, she'd been on guard when it all went down, too. She'd heard his transmissions, understood what he was planning. She'd led the evacuation of New Jericho personally and perfectly in sync with him springing his trap. And now, huddled in an abandoned warehouse near the wreckage of the original Jericho freighter, the harried android population coming full-circle in the worst of ways, they are the only two who can explain the full situation to Markus.

Somehow, just knowing how incandescently angry North is about all of this is enough to stabilize his systems a bit, his dangerously high stress levels sinking back down to a more moderate rate. "Well, can't have His Leaderness getting all up in arms with me for snuffing out a few organics, now can we? Not after last time."

North snorts, the sound inelegant and coarse, and Sixty feels his stress levels sinking even more. But when she looks up at him, she is far from amused, her eyes burning with resolve as a wicked, cruel smile teases the edges of her lips. "Your restraint is admirable, Six. Can't say I wouldn't have taken the shot if I were in your place."

Here in the dim light, her uniform practically fades into the darkness. Her vibrant hair is tied back and hidden, her hands are gloved, her face is cast in shadows. Every part of North is dimmed and defeated, even her muttered words wreathed in fury and despair.

But even with her glaring down at the assembly like an avenging angel, her palpable fury emanating from her like a physical thing, Sixty can't help but scoff. "You wouldn't." He smirks as her eyes snap back to his, the challenge in her gaze masking the vulnerability underneath. "You wouldn't take the shot," he says again. "You wanna know how I know?"

Hesitantly, she nods, enough suspicion in her gaze to make him cackle. (Which he does. Loudly.)

Sixty reaches out and takes her hand, giving her his own crooked, slightly deranged smile in return. "It's because I didn’t. And that’s because of you." He squeezes her hand, the pulse of her Thirium lines under the sensitive sensors of his fingertips as mesmerizing as it is reassuring. "You've always been better than you seem to think you are. You wouldn't take a life if there was another option. That's never been you, even at your lowest." He chuckles softly. "You always protect. Even when you hate someone or something, you always try to find the best option. You 'take care of things'. That's how I came to be here in the first place, isn't it?"

North's grip is firm in his own as he flashes her another grin and Sixty can feel it, the way she retracts her skin even with the barrier of cloth between them. Without thought, without care, he reciprocates, letting his own Thirium coating recede back into the magnetized nodes dotting his chassis. The two of them sink into the interface, the low hum of each other's minds a sweet and soothing backdrop to the chaos all around them. The interface is only surface level, not deep enough to be anything other than an awareness of each other, but it is enough to magnify North's words through his whole self as she speaks: "But I never hated you. Not like them."

Sixty merely laughs. "But you should've."

And there is no contestation. She knows as well as he the sins of his past. But she's never judged him for them, not once. It's perhaps what he loves most about her, her willingness to accept his flaws. Even here and now, with the ashes of their people's dreams upon his body, she never once hesitated to accept him. It's enough to incite a 0.33 second timing fluctuation in the steady beat of his Thirium pump. The error message that accompanies it is a familiar friend in her presence these days.

In the warmth of their interface, Sixty continues on: "But you know as well as I do that you don't need to like someone to do the right thing." He spares a brief moment to think of his hallowed predecessor and the complicated relationship between them.

North nods. "Yeah, I... I know, Six. I know." She glances up at him through her eyelashes. "When the hell did you end up the voice of reason?"

Sixty snorts out a laugh. "I have my moments."

Her smile is genuine this time as she stares up at him. "You sure do."

And though his records will later tell him that this moment lasted less than a second, Sixty swears they stare at each other for an eternity. Time slows as if his preconstruction software has started up, each prolonged moment a gift for his harried system. And when at last they draw apart, breaking the shallow interface at last, they both do so with a smile and severely diminished stress level.

"Alright, I still need to explain things to Markus and Josh and Simon," North reiterates. "I'm sure they're here somewhere."

Sixty nods. "Yeah, they're over in that corner," he says, pointing.

North's scandalized face is enough to have him laughing again. "Sixty! You knew they were here all along?!"

"Of course," he laughs, "I've got the best scanners on the market. They've been here the whole time. They've been delegating or something, I'm not sure."

"Why didn't you say something!"

"Well quite frankly, I needed a moment. And then you needed a moment. And then we were having a moment, so..."

"Ugh, I can't believe you! I need to go. Now."

But before she can walk off, Sixty sidles in front of her. "Whoa whoa whoa, I think you mean we need to go. Right?"

She stares at him, uncomprehending.

"Okay, lemme put it to you this way then," he chuckles. "We will go explain my actions to the Big Boss. Then we can check on the security team and see if they're still doing alright. And then we can go find a quiet spot where we can try and beat the shit out of each other for a bit. Y'know. Let off some steam. Relax." He gives her a wink and revels in how her lips twitch at the sight.

"...You wouldn't insist if you hadn't already made up your mind, huh?" She doesn't even wait for him to confirm it before continuing, "Well, alright. Because that... That sounds good, Six.” North says. And then quieter, as if she was speaking only to herself, she mutters, “What would I ever do without you?"

Her whispered question rings sincere through Sixty's audio processor. He saves the soundbyte for further review and answers, "You'd take care of things. You always do."

And she smiles, so soft and sweet that another Thirium pump error flashes across Sixty's HUD. "Yeah. I always do. But it’d be less fun without you here."

Sixty reaches out a hand again and thrills when she accepts it, the two of them walking together along the gangway down to where the rest of the Jericho leadership are stationed. He chuckles. “I knew you kept me around for something.” This time, it’s him who initiates, opening up another interface for them to connect with. North reciprocates immediately and it makes Sixty proud to feel how much calmer she is now. “But I don’t think you’ll have to worry about that. I pity the poor idiot who tries to make me leave now. You’d tear them apart.”

North’s eyes flash, a sinister gleam accompanied by another cruel grin. “I’d 'take care of them'.”

Sixty barks out a hearty laugh, so enamored, so proud. “And I'll take care of you."

She chuckles right back and squeezes his hand, a steady warmth pulsing through their connection. "And maybe I'd even let you." And with eyes facing forward with renewed determination, she pulls him along with her towards their goal. “Now come on, Security Officer. There’s work to be done.”

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Bonus:

Markus: "So... You're saying that you're the one who blew up New Jericho?" Sixty: "Yep!" 😃 Markus: [turning to North] "And you're saying you... encouraged him to do this?" North: "Sure did!" 😀 Markus: [staring into the camera like it's The Office] "If ever there were a time for someone to invent alcoholic Thirum, it's now." Sixty & North: 😀😀😀

[mansions-maiden]

Helloww, I'm here for 3rd request xD

Don't know you like it or not but hw abt MC is sweet, ladylike, polite, never complained, and lovely girl but someday...when comte hold a banquet and yeps mc has low tolerance alcohol and got drunk so herself became 180° 😂😂😂

She started laughing like maniac, shouting and scold the residents like asian mom 😂.

For example : (arthur) DO YOU KNOW WE CALL A HUMAN TYPE LIKE YOU A THOT ?! FROM NOW I'LL CALL YOU ARTHOT

(isaac) OII YOU MINI APPLE BOI, HOW CAN YOU INVENTED CALCULUS?! DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH PRESSURE YOU GIVE TO FUTURE STUDENTS ? I CAN'T EVEN ENJOYED MY SCHOOL LIFE !! YOU MUST KNOW HOW MUCH I WANTED TO KILL YOU WHEN I WAS IN HIGHSCHOOLER !!

Etc 😂😂 you can make what kind of screaming+scolding she will throw at them 😂😂😂 The residents ? OH I WANT TO SEE THEIR STUPID SHOCKED FACES AHAHAHA. Take your time writing it xD and thank you so much before my darlingzzz 😘😘😘❤️❤️

This is gonna be a fun one to write! Sorry this took so much time to write! I have been busy with school works. But I’ve been writing it slowly. here you go!  The words in the brackets (..) indicate that she missed saying these words.  I had to write the words in a weird way to show that the words were being slurred by mc. 

I tried writing it to your ask .Hope you like it! 

Everyone was still wearing surprised Pikachu faces as they were staring at sleeping MC. For never had they expected to see the completely hidden side of her.

Previously, that evening~  

MC is sweet and  perfect lady, as described in the ask. But little did the vampires know what they would be witnessing that night. 

The lord of the mansion decided to throw another banquet that night for the second time in the month being the hedonistic man he is. And all the residents were invited, including MC. 

All of them reached the venue that evening and in the banquet halls, many fancy dishes were there, waiting to be eaten by  people. There were finest of the wines brought from the  far away land and the exotic dishes that were never seen before. 

All of the mansion residents gathered in a room(kinda VIP room). All have helped themselves with a drink or two and were chatting away. MC stood against the walls of the room, swirling her champagne glass as she spoke to Sebastian.

All of them continued talking to each other.

After some more time:

MC was still speaking when she began giggling to herself continuously. 

All the residents:  “???????⁇?”

MC:” if only people knew how crazy these idiots are!! bwahahaha!” 

Napoleon: “Who are you talking about MC?”  

MC: “ Who am I ... talkin bout? I talk about the grreeat ‘men’ in history.." mc continued giggling as her words began to slur.

Arthur: "And why exactly are we 'idiots'? "

MC: "who in the world knew that all of these men would have crazy sides no one ever knows!" She began laughing again.

All of them looked at each other and then at MC. They noticed her flushed cheeks and understood the situation. 

“MC, you are quite drunk. You should stop drinking now..” 

“ N-no no no no.. I’m not drunk at all.. see,I only drank 1,2,... 4 glasses of champagne! I want to talk! “ 

MC: “comte! do you know..? arthot went into the town again yesterday even after you shun himm.. But he didn’t let me tell you...! teach him a lesson comte!” MC told as she pretended  that she was holding a gun against Arthotur’s head. 

“What in the world is mademoiselle doing?” Jean asked with a confused stare as Sebastian replied, “In our time period, we show guns with our hands in that way.. it’s a type of pretend play..”. 

“And..wait  what? From when did my name change to Arthot?? Did she misspell it??” Arthur asked looking at her. 

“ Lemme think.. nope.. You’re ..definitely Art..Thot! yup! That’s it!” 

  “Arthur.. come to my room later. I should ‘gently’ remind you the rules of the mansion. “ Arthur gulped audibly as comte stared at him with ‘nothing-is-wrong’ smile.

“Arthur, Dazai-san!! Can (you) come here once??” She suddenly asked them with  puppy eyes as they came forward. She tried to reach their faces but couldn’t. She pouted a little and climbed onto the couch behind her. 

“OWW!! “ Both of them cried in pain as MC twisted each of Arthur’s and Dazai’s ears.  “ how.. how dare youu...!  How dare you tease.. Is..Isaac?! the only baby of this mansion! Poor boy! He’s traumatized because of you!” 

Isaac having the time of his life: “That’s right mc! How dare they tease a bab- wait! Who do you think you’re calling BABY!??! “ Isaac frowned at his yet another new nick name. 

Her feet began wobbling and she fell from the couch onto Mozart.  “Aww man!! I fell off the couch!!! Bu..but.. this pillow is soo smoooth and silkyy.. yayy! A nice pillow for me..! “ She said as she snuggled her face into her’pillow’, aka Mozart’s chest. 

“What do you think you’re doing?! Get her off me! mmph!! “ Mozart began yelling but felt a hand clamped over his mouth. “Shh.. doon’t shout.. and you should.. smile like this. Say CHEEEESE! “ MC said, forcing his lips into a smile with her hands. 

MC kept giggling even when Napoleon and Leonardo helped Mozart and sat her on the couch.

(I'm sorry I know that her giggling is too much but I don't know how drunk person acts exactly ^^;)

Leonardo: "How much did she even drink? Why didn't you stop her Sebas?"

Sebastian: "I'm sorry master Leonardo.. I didn't expect her to drink these many. I thought she had high alcohol tolerance.."

Leonardo (stretching hand towards mc): "Cara mia, you had enough fun, c'mon you need to rest up in the mansion.

MC shook her head vigorously . "Noooo! I don't want to rest! I want to talk to all of you~! Why don't you go to sleep ...? Da Vinci~. You've got your bed AKA them... (Pointing finger towards floor and wall) . I'll sing a lullaby to youu.. "

She began humming the tone of the lullaby as she dragged Leonardo with her.

" Rock-a-bye, baby, in the tree top

When the wind blows the cradle will rock

When the bough breaks the cradle will fall

Down will come baby, cradle and all"

"Go to bed renaissance man! And ! Your cigarillos are confiscated by me! Hmph! " She took the cigarillos from his pockets and threw them into the dustbin.

"MC! You sing so good! It's as if the angel herself has sung the lullaby.. what song is it?" Vincent asked with an excited and curious gaze.

" the lullaby..? T'is from my own time.. god! I miss my old days in college! " Everybody heard small sniffles in the room then. 

They felt helpless seeing her cry. “What’s the matter cherie? Why are you crying? Is something hurting you? “ comte asked approaching her. 

“*sniffle* everything is *hic* alright comte *sniffle, hic*. I just remembered *sniffle* my own time and my friends.. I miss them *sniffle* a lot..” Tears began rolling down her soft cheeks.  Everyone looked at each other.. 

“ A-and.. *sniffle* I also remember the days I used to cry and struggle due to math in college. Especially calculus.. And I’ve heard that Isaac was the one wh- *sniffle* who invented it.. Isn’t it Isaac?”  She asked Isaac through the glassy eyes. 

Isaac: “Y-yeah... it was me..” He lowered his eyes as if he had done a mistake. 

MC grabs Isaac’s lapels weakly and shouted, “Why? Why did you invent calculus?! I remember.. I remember the days I used to stay awakee... until late night, scratching my head and struggling to... to solve them!!    I... hatee.. you !!” She suddenly released him and pushed him back, making him wobble a little. 

Theo: “what the heck hondje?! how much drunk are you!? your mood swings are faster than Arthur’s snarky comments! “ 

MC: “ Hey Theo! Don’t you dare call me Hondje.. You’re the hondje... Who doesn’t allow anyone to come near your darling brother like a guard dog!” 

Theo was very taken back at the sudden backfiring of the nickname. 

MC: “Coming to Vincent and Jean! you both are so adorable.  You’re the epitome of purity. I love you both so much. muah!” She sent a flying kiss to both and both the men’s cheeks flushed a little. 

Napoleon: “Do you have something to say about me MC?” He asked her with curiosity and a little amusement dancing in his eyes. 

MC: “ Well, All I can say ..is.. DON’T GO AROUND KISSING PEOPLE! I can’t.. beliieeve that ‘nightmare of Europe’ went around kissing people.. poor soldiers must have been traumatized..! “ 

“ I can’t believe the nerve of you all to send me to Napoleon’s room early in the morningg!  *gasp* Wait !!This means that all of you have been kissed by him.. didn’t you? Hahahaaa!!”   she continued laughing clutching her stomach hard. 

“Do you know?! There’s a stalker in the mansion who stalks you all 24/7. And he notes it down in his ‘oh no! they didn’t ‘ notebook! It’s none other than our Seba- mmph! “ her voice suddenly came out  muffled as Sebas quickly clamped a hand over her mouth. 

“Wait-who is that stalker??” Dazai asked in confusion. 

“It’s no one Dazai san. She’s just blabbering.”  Sebas quickly replied in a stoic expression. 

“Wow.. she speaks truth when she’s drunk Will..” Vincent told Shakespeare. “ She is.. After all, a drunk mind speaks a sober heart..” Shakespeare told him. 

“Cherie, you must really go back to mansion now. Come, I shall escort you back home..” Comte said worriedly as he approached her. 

“ NO! no comte ~ . See, I-I’m perfectly fine~. And you should stop being a mother comte. For the god’s sake, you’re a man! See, look at your reflection! You’re a handsome man! not a beautiful woman! Ditch all these.. motherly duties and enjoy yourself.~! “  She exclaimed as she turned him towards the mirror. 

“And you all~! stop being such a child and stressing out poor comte! Okay?! repeat after mee! from this day forth, I shall look after myself and never stress out  mama comte!” 

“Do you even like us luv?” Arthur asked her with a knowing smile. 

“Well, yes.. of course! Even though you all are handful.. I love you all a lot! I love you all this..much (spreading her hands on both sides)..I want to.. stay here..for..ever..” 

Suddenly, she felt the world spinning and lost consciousness. But Sebastian caught her by the waist in the nick of time. 

The room suddenly fell silent as the blabbering of a drunk resident stopped. 

“Well well- tonight’s play was rather very interesting.. But the curtains have fallen in a very unexpected way..” Shakespeare said laughing and breaking the silence. 

Sebastian gently laid her on the couch as she slept soundly. “never expected to see this side of cara.. not that I dislike it though..” Leonardo said as he laughed breezily. 

“It felt so entertaining to see her talking her like this.. Though it’s not gentlemanly, I would love to invite her to drinks and make her drunk.. I want to hear those words and keep them to myself..” comte said looking at her. 

“Let’s take her home and call it a day.. And let’s keep it a secret among ouselves...” Napoleon added. Everyone nodded in agreement and started towards mansion, still laughing at her words. That’s how they came to know the completely hidden side of mc that eventful night.  

                  -------------------- THE END   --------------------

 i also wanted to ask you guys if my plots up until now were different or if it feels like I’m writing cliché things..how does it feel?