#riddle me this ;;ask meme

[enignoema-a]

[allykakamatsu]

Twisted Hearts in a Nutshell, as Told by Low Quality Memes-

KH1:

Chain of Memories (Sora's story):

Reverse Rebirth:

358/2 Days:

More Below Cut

KH2:

Re: Coded

BBS Ventus's Story:

BBS Terra's Story:

BBS Aqua's Story:

Dream Drop Distance (Sora):

Dream Drop Distance (Riku):

Dream Drop Distance (NRC 2nd Years):

KH3:

Re:Mind:

Melody of Memory:

(Apologises to Sebek, Malleus, Rook, Lilia, Azul, Neige, Chen'ya, Gidel, and Cater I ran out of room in the tags-)

(Actually apologises to Trey as well, he's going to be going through the wringer post KH3-)

Masterpost

Buy me a coffee

Commission Prices

[khainovo]

@lacunasbalustrade i wonder who it reminds you of 🤔

[justanotherfanfolks]

Back at it with the memes: Now ft actual gameplay content

[ccaptain]

H:SR Kaeya was enthusiastic about the Simulated Universe and used to go in here often, mainly sticking around The Perfect Grand Challenge! scenario and anywhere he could get the cheese-related Curios. If you noticed that he doesn't talk about it anymore and generally avoids the topic or goes quiet, it's deliberate.

Something happened during his funny little trips in here, and he doesn't particulary mention it. At all. He'll never go back to the SU without someone to accompany him again.

[darkkbluee]

Hi! For the wip meme- Wrath Or Lust :3

For the WIP asks

Hi hi! So nice to see you in my inbox <3

Okay, so Wrath Or Lust is a time travel fem!tomarry fic. To be more specific, it's female Harry Potter going back in time to stop female Tom Riddle before she becomes Voldemort. She is very successful in her efforts. Tom is so impressed, she asks Harry out right there and then. Which is awkward, considering their situation and location lmao.

This fic was written as a gift and never published. I quite like it. So if anyone wants more snippets, feel free to ask ~

Snippet below the cut.

"I was not going to do anything, you know," the woman breaks her silence with soft, firm words, addressing her for the first time since Tom regained consciousness yet not even glancing at her prisoner. "But then, I came here and saw Myrtle's ghost and couldn't help myself. Even if I'm breaking all laws and dooming my own existence, even after 'Mione's warnings, I couldn't let you go unpunished," her mysterious woman continues conversationally. "Not after you have already killed for the first time and gotten your first taste."

The knowledge that this unknown woman has of her is frightening and a cold shiver goes down her spine. Tom forms and discards various plans, plans for removing this woman who knows too much, plans for getting all that power and resolve on her side and plans for finding out how she knows as much as she knows and what she intends to do with that knowledge and with her.

"Pardon me, but have we met before?" Tom asks, smiling charmingly and as sincerely as she can. "And what has Miss Warren's ghost got to do with it?" she asks innocently, trying to provoke the woman into looking at her, for aesthetic and practical reasons.

"Don't play coy with me, Riddle!" the woman snaps and finally, finally looks at her. Tom, ever the opportunist, dives straight through angry, gorgeous, green eyes and into the depths of the woman, no Harry's mind.

She maintains the gaze unblinkingly, digging through every corner and hallowed shadowy depths of that open mind, hastily yet discreetly uncovering every secret, every action and every motive behind them.

And oh, what a fountain of information she finds there. 

"You came here for me," she breathes, heady on the knowledge and power, and importance, she holds for this woman who has survived the killing curse twice and vanquished her future self.

[waterboylui]

send CONFESSED for a scene from my muse's past in which they revealed a secret about themselves to someone

TW: gender dysphoria

"Remember we can't tell anyone," Vero said firmly as she adjusted her clothes in the mirror.

Lui messed with the shirt he'd been given feeling like he could finally breathe as he got dressed. Glancing at Vero he shifted nervously, "Can I at least tell Ridley? No way they're not gonna be able to tell you're not me," that and he really didn't want to lie to his best friend.

"Ok fine, just Ridley, but no one else. No way mom is gonna be cool with this," Vero said giving him a pointed look.

Which is how Lui ended up grabbing Ridley before school and dragging him into an empty classroom. Watching as their brow furrowed in confusion.

"Vero? You steal Lui's clothes or something?"

Lui felt his cheeks flush tugging again nervously at his shirt, "We um...ok so....um...we're switching? I mean...I just...I don't want to be Vero anymore and she doesn't want to be Lui anymore. So we're switching names...and other stuff." He's explaining this so poorly can see Ridley slowly blinking at him.

"Ok...so I just call you Lui now and her Vero?"

Swallowing Lui slowly nodded his head, "Yeah..if this is too weird I get it. I just...I kind of just want to be one of the guys you know? But like I get if it's too weird and you'd rather not deal with it."

There a brief silence before he feels a punch on his shoulder, "You're weird alright, but not cause of this. You're just weird in general but hey so am I. We can still be weird together."

[oflights]

hi!! for the ask game, 4, 5, and 18 :))

hi!! thank you so much!

4. How many WIPs do you have right now?

two!! which is very rare for me, haha, i usually do one at a time. one is outlined/started a little bit, and i'll need to pick up the pace on it very soon, but i'm also deep into writing part two of The Star Splitter.

5. What’s a fic idea you’ve had that you will never write?

hmmm i will disclaim this with "never say never" because most of the ideas i have, i do earnestly want to write and it's sort of a matter of if i'll ever get to them!!

but i think i will probably struggle to ever do the CoS canon rewrite idea i've had forever. i don't even read a lot of canon rewrites (that genre of like 'down-and-out adult draco goes back into the body of an 11-year-old and has zero body horror feelings about it' completely misses me lol) and at this point i don't think i could make myself engage with canon enough on the level i'd need to do the rewrite.

(for reference, the idea is that draco finds the tom riddle diary as a young kid and spends a good chunk of childhood drawing/writing into it; the plot of CoS happens because lucius is trying to get rid of the diary and draco keeps stealing it back; from draco's pov, the entire point of going into the chamber of secrets is to get the diary back from ginny and he destroys it rather than let harry have it lol)

18. What’s one of your favorite lines you’ve written in a fic?

HMMM this is hard!! i don't know that my fics are very quotable haha. i might pick an easy one and say "the heart is a universe" from Close Behind because it's still one of my fave concepts in context. i got this twice so i'll try to think of another one later!!

ask me fic writer things!

[march-harrigan]

For the color of the moots ask game: goldenrod, ruby and jade 💚 I tried to match the colors the best I could lol

CRYING THE MANLIEST FUCKING TEARS RIGHT NOW, THANKS SO MUCH, RI💚

[monggay]

mint n lilac for the ask game!

Mint - you deserve all the rights, lilac - love to see you on my dashboard

Thank YOU beloved anon! I LOVE seeing you on my dash too (if you're a mutual, and I LOVE seein u on my notes otherwise :D)

[frogagucci]

tag dump.

[enignoema-a]

Idc I'm doing Christmas stuff now

Send me 🎁 to get a Christmas present from Eddie ❤️

[themonstersamongus]

Tag dump pt 2!

[xxthefairywitchxx]

👐Have your F/O tell us about something they'd like to be able to do for you.

Ian sighs looking over this message, then between it at Renni from where she at her computer, getting ready to keep sketching on her current project since her insomnia has decided to act up again.

"What I wish I could do most of all, right now at least, is help her get some decent sleep." He eventually relents, running a hand through his long hair, mussing it up as he did so. "She goes through patterns of being fine but then not being able to sleep right for days, not getting any and then sleeping too much the next day in a pattern nearly. We...Don't know how to fix it, but I wish she didn't have to struggle with this so much..."

Thank you for the ask!

[ozzgin]

I really hope you continue the eldrich God story. I may or may not have become obsessed with the idea, and i think it's actually really funny and I also just love the idea of a God being in love with a human.

Also, I love your writing and art! I hope you're doing well!

Yandere! Eldritch God x Detective! Reader

Based on this prompt and this meme. You're sent to a remote island to investigate a string of murders, and end up with a horde of cultists and their Lovecraftian God who is very much obsessed with you. Don't worry, he just wants to help you with your case!

Content: gender neutral reader, monster romance, tentacle tomfoolery again

[More Monsters]

The island checks all the boxes for a stereotypical shady place: the grimy boat captain who talks in riddles and vague warnings, the constant fog, the tavern filled with rumors and fears, the bizarre statue of a creature with tentacles. You were expecting most of it, save for their patron God being a literal monster.

Soon after your arrival, you discover that you’re being followed by men in dark robes. Could it be related to your case? A little alcohol-aided interrogation, and the locals confess to you about the existence of a cult. The dots begin to connect.

Unfortunately for you, whatever theory is cooking up in your mind couldn’t be further from the truth. The patron Beast of the land has been watching you from the moment of your arrival. He’s rather intrigued by your nonchalant city attitude, your stubbornness, your lack of any sense of danger. Thus he demands that you’re brought to his lair.

A game of cat and mouse. You are now convinced this said cult is responsible for the murders, so you delve deeper into their secrets. At the same time, the men put all their efforts into chasing you down. The Lord's wishes are their command; for how long can you outsmart sheer numbers?

At last, they succeed. You’re dragged over, cocooned in thick rope. “My Lord, we’ve brought you the sacrifice”, one cultist proclaims victoriously. Sacrifice? The ancient creature gazes at the men with utmost confusion. He frees you from your restraints with a mere point of his tentacle appendage, and proceeds to lecture his devout following for treating his special guest with such shameful brutality. Everyone blinks in disbelief, you included.

What the hell is this, some beastly romcom? Once everything is cleared up, you dust your knees, stand up unceremoniously, and tell the cosmic deity you’ve no time for idle gossip. “There’s a criminal running free and it’s my task to stop it”, you bark. Aha, that’s the very same attitude that got his nebulous heart pumping with curious desire. He cannot explain the maddening interest he’s taken into you. The monster releases a monotonous hum, causing you to jolt in surprise. The cult leader gasps. “He…he wants to help you solve the case”, the man concludes, defeat in his voice.

“Does it have to be all of you?” You whine, clicking your tongue at the sight. It’s the morning after the godly encounter, and you’re greeted outside your room by the cult leaders and their monster. “I can’t be discreet with a dozen monks after me. Not to mention…” your eyebrows furrow. “What on Earth is he wearing? Is that a detective hat and a mustache? Are you mocking my job?” You demand, glaring at the eldritch beast and his ridiculous disguise.

“Excuse me, I’ll have to ask you to quiet down”, an employee suddenly interrupts. “You and the gentlemen over there.” You stare at him incredulously. Can he really not see he’s facing an enormous, tentacle monstrosity? You swear you can discern a grin forming across the creature’s amorphous, unholy features. Alright, you’ve been convinced. What now?

As a child, Sherlock Holmes was one of your favorite books. You'd flip through the pages and daydream about your own future as a detective, though your little fantasies never included Watson as a cursed entity of a thousand tentacles. The eldritch creature seems to be more interested in you than the case itself. Eyes always fixated on your movements, tendrils creeping around you, never leaving your proximity.

Why would he need to look elsewhere? He can already tell how things will unfold. He is, after all, the God of this land. He knew your wanted culprit had been hiding in a sealed room right under your nose, as you dusted for footprints and scribbled hurried notes. He knew the underground tunnel had deadly traps, which would have normally put your investigation to a swift end. "Kind of suspicious to leave his trail unguarded like this", you mumble in deep thought. The cosmic God smiles.

He wouldn't dare ruin your fun. Consequently, he only interferes when your safety is involved. As annoyed as he is by the criminal's persistent attempts to kill you, he doesn't want to steal your grand capture. Besides, he is very much content with the current circumstances.

As the two of you follow along the dark passageway, you clear your throat, lips pursed awkwardly. "Uh...Thank you for dealing with the obstacles", you finally say. The monster pretends to ponder your words. "Hey now, don't play dumb with me. The conveniently deactivated bombs? The mutilated guards clumsily stuffed behind the door? I am a detective, after all."

You feel a thick tendril wrapping around your arm, and you turn to glance at the creature. His eyes of spiraling depths regard you intensely. A voice suddenly echoes in your head; is he trying to communicate with you? Deep, resounding, and imposing. "I am looking forward to our next case."

"Next case? Sorry pal, I work alone-" your throat clenches involuntarily. Somehow, your innards are flooded with a particular kind of certainty, dictating an ironclad truth: you do not have the option to refuse. You sigh, exasperated. "Fine! Have it your way. At least skip the fake mustache", you beg, then pause. You slap a second tentacle that has made its way under your shirt. "And avoid groping me when I'm thinking. You interrupt the little gray cells at work." You tap your temple to prove your point, and the eldritch God bows lightly. Of course.

He'll refrain himself until you're off work, Detective.

[ccaptain]

H:SR Kaeya is an entity that has lived for an unknown, long number of years, and surely he has seen and learned a lot in his travels. Not to mention having had time to think.

Send him a [ ? ] + a question of your choice that you may have for him. It could be philosophycal, a morally oriented question, a judgement, an experience he went through, or anything that goes through your mind.