#sorry i'm late hehe TwT

[bloggingboutburgers]

Happy New Year!!! 🎉

Late happy new year!^^

[noxtivagus]

guys i've been improving a lot lately i'm happy w myself

[reeniecon]

When MC get turned into a GOOSE? #? #?

With : Azul ashengrotto, Floyd leech and jade leech

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Pt.1 (idia, malleus, rook)

⚠️‼️: gender neutral MC/reader,

A/n: I'm really sorry for the lateness the exam week and the Eid prep are more hectic than I was expecting twt

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AZUL ASHENGROTTO !!

Azul Ashengrotto, the charismatic leader of the Octavinelle Dormitory, found himself facing an unexpected twist of fate.

It was a typical day in the prestigious academy until a mischievous spell gone awry transformed Azul's beloved into a goose. The culprit? None other than one of his own dorm students, a clumsy yet well-intentioned apprentice magician.

" How could they! "

" Oh, darling they're so mean to you!! "Azul angrily shouts and whimpers, all you can do is express your sadness with your body language since Azul and the twins cannot comprehend a single word u utter....

" Jade, floyd! Search the student that make my beloved turn into a goose! " He commands the twins but replied with Floyd Unexcitement

" Eehhh why noow!! I want to play with (reader) for a bit!! Let me hold them pleaseee~"

" Yeah, is a waste if we turn back (reader) immediately Azul... We can make a lot of money if we have (reader) goose as our mascot don't you think? " He says calmly yet so excitedly, ah... You're really fucked you think to yourself and quickly expressing disapproval of the twin's ideas Azul sighed " Yeah you're right, but I don't want to exploit them now, with this fragile body I'm afraid it will only hurt them" He says with a concerned and sad tone.

HUH? #? #? 2 What did he mean by 'didn't want to exploit them NOW #?! #? 2

" Anyway, you two please search for these two unresponsible student, and (reader) will go to Professor Crewel to somehow reverse the speel that they used "

" Tch, okayy okayy" Floyd replies with an annoyed voice towards azul

" That would do" Jade compactly replied

FLOYD LEECH !!

The usually uneventful campus was buzzing with whispers and curiosity as rumors spread like wildfire. Floyd Leech found himself at the center of attention. He couldn't quite believe the news himself. You, a regular student who had recently caught Floyd's eye, had mysteriously transformed into a goose overnight by the unresponsible octavinelle student !!

At first, Floyd couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all. But as he watched the bewildered goose waddle around the campus, he felt a pang of concern. The reader had always been kind to him, and now they were in such a bizarre and stressful situation as the good person he was and the curiosity that he has for you, Floyd took it upon himself to look after you. He brought them treats from the cafeteria, made sure they had a warm place to rest, and even tried to engage them in conversation, despite the obvious language barrier( he would find a way eventually lol) minutes turned into hours, and Floyd's initial amusement turned into genuine affection. He found himself spending more and more time with you, enjoying your silent company and finding solace in your presence.

As the hours passed, you on the other hand began to exhibit signs of distress. It was clear that you were struggling to adapt to your new form, and Floyd couldn't bear to see you suffer. With determination in his heart, Floyd sought out the most knowledgeable magicians in Night Raven College (crewel), desperate for a solution.

After countless hours of research and experimentation ( he got lectured for notRelief washed over Floyd as he watched the reader blink in confusion, taking in their surroundings. But what truly warmed his heart was the grateful smile that graced the reader's lips as they looked up at him.

"Little shrimpy, make more mess okay~ I enjoy it~ hehe" He says with his iconic smirk plastered on his face

" Did you know that you're so interesting~ I love you so much little shrimpy~"

after dropping you at the ramshackle dorm, he begins his search for the unresponsible octavinelle student and gives them a little squeezing and hugging <3~ (if u know what I mean)

JADE LEECH !!

In the bustling corridors of Night Raven College, chaos was not always an uncommon sight, especially within the mischievous confines of octavinelle dorm. On this particular day, however, chaos took a rather fowl turn.

You found yourself in a feathery predicament after an unfortunate encounter with Jade Leech's experimental magic. Transformed into a goose, (reader) waddles around the dormitory lobby, honking on everyone that they encounter with dismay and protests about jade leech experimental magic!!

Jade, the heterochromia witch of Octavinelle, couldn't suppress a mischievous chuckle as he watched [Reader] flapping their wings in frustration. "Well, well, well, look what we have here. Seems like someone's taken a liking to their new feathery form." He says with his iconic smirk

[Reader] shot Jade a glare, or at least attempted to with their beady goose eyes. Honking indignantly, they tried to convey their distress.

"Ah, don't be so mean to me, [Reader]," Jade teased, a smirk playing on his lips. "You make quite the adorable goose, if I do say so myself."

But behind his playful facade, Jade knew he had to find a solution to undo his unintended magic. With a reluctant sigh,

"Come here, darling I'm sorry, I'll turn you back to normal okay? Stay still okay" He uttered the word softly accompanied by his iconic chuckle and smirk displayed on his face

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[gaybananabread]

Hi Kasey! I'm honestly happy everytime I read your fics, it was all beautifully written & looks so effortful!! If you have time, please consider writing a fic with lee reader, with lers todoroki and bakugou hehe (I'm thinking the reader is a new/transfer student to UA, and initially scared of bakugou and todoroki because of their "intimidating presence" during the UA Sports Festival). Deku wanted to show that both of his frends (Baku and Todo) are actually approachable, so Deku introduced the reader to them, and somehow say something that makes them tickle the reader lol (probably deku's saying the reader is ticklish or telling todo & baku in advance that the new student "reader" is intimidated by them so they show their playful sides when introduced to the reader) The readed can be male/gender neutral, but please no foot tickles, thank youu!!! Have a wonderful day Kasey!

AJASHSJ THANK YOUUUU!! That is so sweet, I'm happy you like my writing! 💚 Hopefully they arent too OOC, I really need to watch the new season (TwT) Little disclaimer, the bitch went and deleted itself when my platform updated, so I pumped most of it out at midnight. I'm sorry this is so late, I hope you Enjoy!

Lee: Gender Neutral Reader

Lers: Todoroki and Bakugou

Summary: A new transfer student at UA, you're a bit scared of Bakugou and Todoroki's whole demeanors. Midoriya gives them some tips on how to seem less threatening. 

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!!

You had been at UA for almost two weeks, most of class 1A warmed up to you pretty quickly. You had finally figured out your class schedule, gotten used to Aizawa's power naps, and made a few friends. The only thing you hadn't gotten used to was how... intimidating some of your classmates were.

Todoroki and Bakugou weren't bad, they just didn't have a very friendly air to them. Bakugou screams and cusses, you were afraid to look at him wrong. And Todoroki... his stoic silence was enough to ward you away. He always seemed like he wasn't in the mood to talk.

One student you managed to befriend was Izuku Midoriya. The greenette did his best to make sure you were comfortable, introducing you to other students and rambling about their interests and skills. It was a bit hard to follow, but he helped you. He also couldn't help but notice your aversion to his two classmates.

He decided to do something about it.

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"Come on Kacchan, you know I didn't mean it like that!" 

Midoriya had tried talking to the pair about their demeanors, and it went about as well as you can image. Bakugou was not pleased.

"I do NOT need to change for the newbie!" His signature scowl was on his face, his palms crackling as he yelled. He was a touch offended that Midoriya had asked him to dial it back a bit. He's not that scary... right?

"Kacchan... Please? I just want them to feel comfortable around you two." Todoroki hadn't said a word, though his brows were slightly furrowed. He didn't think he came off that intimidating. Sure, he didn't talk much, but you weren't afraid of him... right?

"Look, I'm not saying you two need to change. Just... show your human sides. Be playful, show them you can have fun." He wracked his brain, trying to think of what his classmates could do to show their new friend their playful sides. 

An idea popped into his head, making his face light up. Each of his friends had wrecked him within the past month. It's mostly harmless, and a great way to establish a playful relationship with the new student. "I got it! How about you two tickle them!"

Both students blinked, registering his suggestion. Bakugou was the first to react. "Uh, the fuck? How is that gonna help, Deku?!" Todoroki nodded, seeming to agree with the firey blonde.

"Okay, you two need to seem less intimidating, more approachable. You need to be playful! What's more playful than tickling?" Todo bit his lip, considering this. It had admittedly been kinda fun to tickle Midoriya, but with them? He didn't know if it was the best way to go about it.

"I don't know. What if it makes things worse?" Deku sighed, choosing his words carefully. Bakugou was still mumbling, surprisingly giving him a moment to talk.

"I'm not saying it's guaranteed, but it may help. And you didn't hear it from me, but... they kinda like it." That simple sentence took almost all hesitation out of Todoroki. He was still a bit iffy, but if they like it, it's worth a shot.

"Okay, I'll play. They like it, it's an idea. But you seriously think they're just gonna let us waltz up and tickle them? I'd beat the shit outta someone if they did that." The blonde's tone was shockingly neutral, the usual heat replaced with curiosity and skepticism. He wanted to meet you, to take away most of that unnecessary fear. You seemed decent.

"Well, no. Be sneaky about it. You guys are creative, just use a little teamwork. I believe in you!" These ideas could work. You needed to get used to the duo, and they needed to work on their people skills. It's a win-win, if they go for it.

Todoroki huffed before nodding. "I'll try it." His answer was short, yet it was all Midoriya needed. The dual-quirked student was willing to try and get to know you. If that meant being a little silly, so be  it. 

"Okay! What about you Kacchan?" 

The blonde rolled his eyes, a small smile forming on his face. "Fine. Let's try it." 

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You were sitting on the main room couch, trying to relax. Training that day had been a bit rigourus, leaving you kinda tired. Needless to say, you were more than a little surprised when you saw both Bakugou and Todoroki enter the common room. 

You were downright shocked when they both waved at you, coming to join you on the couch. Todoroki leaned on the back of the couch while Bakugou sat down beside you. Tension quickly found it's way into your frame, their combined prescence wracking your nerves.  

"Uh... hey guys. You need something?" They look between eachother, as if having a silent debate. Apparently, Bakugou lost, grumbling something before he speaks to you. 

"Jus' wanted to say hi. You seem decent, not like the other extras. Great smile, too." Okay, that's a bit out of left field. Hot-tempered Bakugou, complimenting your smile? He seems... almost playful. It's a complete 180 from the Katsuki you're used to. 

Todoroki, who's been characteristically quiet, said something that surprised you. "He's right. Your laugh is quite nice." You let your guard down, just enough to loosen the muscles in your shouders and arms. This... wasn't what you were expecting at all.

Seeing you relax, they moved onto Phase 2 of their poorly-discussed plan. Bakugou moved his hand to your side, stopping just shy of your skin. You couIdn't help but freeze up, seeing his fingers twitch ever-so sligty, just inches away from making contact. Clearing your troat, you looked back up at Todoroki.

Both students wore the same mischevious expression. The smile compliments, wiggling fingers, smirks... Oh shi-

Before you could react, 10 wiggling fingers descended on your sides. Baku's tickles were rough and fast, quickly sending you into a giggle fit. "Bakugohohohou! Whahat are you dohohoing?!" 

The explosive teen smirked, continuing the onslaught on your poor sides. "Tickling you, dumbass. What else would I be doing?" You batted weakly at his hands, not putting up much of a fight. You didn't really mind. At least not nearly as much as you were pretending to. 

Feeling a bit left out, Todoroki grabbed your arms, holding them above your head. Using his free hand, he gently prodded at your armpit. The difference between Todo's light, teasing tickles and Baku's fast, rough torment had your head reeling, little squeaks dotting your laughter. 

You could fuel Bakugou's hands exploring, slowly making their way across your stomach. Todoroki contined to tease your armpit, occasionally moving down to knead your ribs. The moment the blonde's fingers reached your belly button, you squealed and twisted in Todo's grip. 

Baku took the opportunity to tease you, wanting to establish a playful mood. "Found your giggle button, eh? The squeaking is cute, keep it up." 

If you had the choice, you would *not* have kept it up. Being called "cute" by Bakugou wasn't something you felt like reliving. But, with a teasing explosion boy on your belly, you couldn't help but continue.

Todoroki kept his pace steady as he teased your  armpit. He didn't want to go too far. The gentle tickling was somehow worse, building up you anticipation and setting your nerves on fire.

You wriggled and squirmed, making a show out of trying to escape. They saw right though your act. It was adorable, they thought. 

"You really do have a nice laugh. It's good that you like this, we're having fun as well." It was shocking to hear Todoroki say this. The typically stoic, resigned teen's comment sends heat to your cheeks. They chuckle at your blush, deciding not to comment on it. 

"N-noho I'm nohot! Shuhuhut uhup!" The teasing made it all twice as bad, their sweet words ramping up your sensitivity. On top of that, Todoroki started to actually tickle you, digging his fingers into your armpit and ribs. It's not unpleasant, but just enough to bring loud belly laughter from you. 

The intensity increase wasn't awful, but you were reaching your limit. A bright red hue had taken over your face, slowly spreading down your neck. Your squirming had doubled and contained actual effort at this point. It was getting to be a lot.

The pair picked up on this rather quickly. Todoroki was the first to stop, nudging Bakugou to do the same. After a few quick scratches on your belly button, he stilled his hands and backed off. The half-and-half student started to rub small circles into your back, letting go of your arms.

You were still giggling softly, phantom tickles buzzing on your belly and ribs. Todo smiled as you caught your breath, rubbing the calming circles while Bakugou grabbed some water. They had both learned from Midoriya that aftercare is important.

One glass of a water later, you had managed to stop giggling, your cheeks' glow fading to a light pink. Bakugou sat on the couch beside you, a small smirk on his face. You felt like you should say something, though your mind came up blank at the thought. They seemed to understand this, sitting on either side of you as the TV is turned on. Words aren't needed, those two have got this covered. 

As for your thoughts on them...

You definitely weren't as intimidated by them after all that. At least, not for the same reasons. The difference then: they were seriously good at tickling you. They know you enjoy it, but don't judge you or take it too far...

Maybe they aren't so bad after all.

[stabbyfoxandrew]

Hey Aerie! (My phone just wanted to autocorrect your name into capslock?? Funny) Anyways. So I read all your answers to the Angel Neil questions and I am so excited about this au!?!!!! But now I also have questions: who is Kevin's guardian angel? Is it his mom or someone we don't know? And does Aaron have a guardian angel? Or is Andrew doing this job?

Happy Sunday! Ily <3

Hehe. Your phone just: 🗣️🗣️🗣️AERIE!

Also! Me too! <3 I'm so glad y'all are pumped about my writing as well. It makes me feel insane how... Well, Insane I get about my own AUs. Spoilers for Angel Neil below!

Yes. Kayleigh is Kevy's angel. We don't know that yet so don't tell anyone, okay? ;) As opposed to Mary, who was too murderous and was taken from her son... Kayleigh was too 'easy going' I guess. Not on purpose. She just wasn't sure what to do to stop the abuse without killing Tetsuji and losing Kevin forever.

But... She's the one who pulled out that letter explaining that David was Kevin's father for him to find. She's the one who whispered 'Get out. Run. Go. You have to. They'll kill you.' after Riko broke Kevin's hand. She tries really hard to guide Kevin, but doesn't actually interfere- that much.

It's very fucking hard. I mean... She's been dead since Kevin was like... eight. He's almost twenty now. She's thought about appearing to him a dozen times, but was afraid of the consequences. Because being in Kevin's life this way is better than nothing. And she's very proud of her boy.

(Eventually Neil will bump into her and be stupefied. The woman who created exy and Kevin Day spoke to him??? Star struck.)

As for the other's, I honestly haven't given much thought to them. TwT I'm sorry guys. I guess Neil and Kayleigh are the foxes' angels? But yeah, Andrew pretty much watches out for his people and Neil watches out for him. So... :)

Happy Tuesday! (Sorry I'm late. TWT) <333 I love you too!!! <3

[giggly-squiggily]

hi squiggly! ik ur on a hiatus BUUUUT a kenhina idea popped up into my head that i HAD to share. a little treat for when you come back <3

kenma managed to convince hinata that he wasn't ticklish bc he also genuinely thought he wasn't. hinata tried all the usual spots (with kenmas consent, obvi) and kenma was js immune, it seemed. and then one day they're js hanging out cuddling like usual when he starts planting little kisses on ken's neck and...is kenma giggling????

and then when they realized he had a ticklish neck hinata js peppered him w ticklish lil kisses and ken is js scrunching up and blushing while letting out cute lil squeaks and giggles and ITS SO CUTE. now hinata will js do that all the time and ken likes it more than he'd ever admit.

(sorry idk if ur big on kenhina but i had to put it out there)

Heyo friend! I'm actually back from my hiatus, hehe! :D (Sorta-I'm not gonna lie, I'm feeling really out of sync lately but that's mainly due to IRL life factors and whatnot but that's neither here or there-ONTO THE HEADCANONS!)

OH MY GOD STOP THAT'S CUTE! Ticklish necks are my WEAKNESS- give me a character who scrunches up and squeaks from neck tickles and I'll be puddy in your hands kajrkjwajkrejarjj (=TwT=) I can see Hinata wearing the BIGGEST grin while doing it too- Mr. "A-HA! So you ARE ticklish, Ken? How adorable!" and Kenma's so flustered all he can do is cover his face and whine through his giggles kjarjkejrwejrjk

Thank you for sharing, friend! :D

[ueyyuey]

OUR LOVE STORY (KAISHIN)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Characters: Kuroba Kaito | Kaitou Kid, Kudou Shinichi | Edogawa Conan, Haibara Ai | Miyano Shiho, Agasa Hiroshi, Tsuburaya Mitsuhiko, Kojima Genta, Yoshida Ayumi

Additional Tags: there are other characters too, but only once twice i think, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Romance, First Meetings, Outing, Angry Kudou Shinichi I Edogawa Conan, Sick Kuroba Kaito | Kaitou Kid, Christmas Party, Love Confessions, More Additional Tags in Author's Note

Words: 23670

Chapters: 7/7

Summary: A story about their lives after meeting each other at a public library. Many things had happened and they finally got together.

Hi @eas-kat ! Your secret santa is here skskskks I'm sooo sorry for being late but I really hope you enjoy the fic TwT I never thought it would take this long tbh sigh. Shout out to @bestillmyfastbeatingheart for being my beta huaaaa ToT Thanks to @dcmkkaishinevents for making this event too hehe VvV/

(Sneak peak for every chapter under the cut)

0 : Prologue

“YOU!!!! Why didn’t you stop–”

Trailing off, he finally took a proper look at Kudou-kun. Ginzou blinked and raised his eyebrow at Kudou-kun while the teen looked at him back with a bored look.

Some of his task force was surprised when they saw the Heisei Holmes in a blue dress and this night's target was on his neck. Others gave him pitying looks.

“What happened?”

Kudou-kun just shrugged like he was okay with whatever was happening right now.

“That jerk put these on me. Anyhow, can someone open the necklace for me and does anyone have spare clothes?”

1 : First Meeting

“No! He stared at us back then and took a long time to release you before. Then there’s how he suddenly wanted to join us and now he wants your number Shinichi-niichan!”

“What if he is a stalker?!"

“Or maybe a murderer?!”

When he heard this, Kaito wanted to deny them and wanted to defend himself. He opened his mouth but Shinichi suddenly scoffed.

“That’s stupid. He’s not a criminal. I’m sure of that.”

2 : Weekly Outings

Pouting, they looked away and nodded. Shinichi grinned at their response.

“Great! Now, let’s go play all the games here!”

Shinichi took Ayumi’s and Mitsuhiko’s hands before he walked away. Then, he looked behind his shoulder to see Genta and Kuroba tensing while looking at each other. Kuroba suddenly held out his hand for Genta to hold. Shinichi could see Genta hesitated for a moment, before he finally took Kuroba’s hand.

Smiling softly, Shinichi really hoped the three little kids would finally accept the magician at the end of the day.

3 : Angry Detective

“Caught you.”

“Stay away from them, you bastard!!!”

Hearing the familiar voice, the Detective Boys snapped their eyes open. They watched a fast soccer ball hit the man’s face and the man fell back.

“Guys! Are you alright?”

Kaito asked while the kids flinched at Shinichi’s glare.

4 : Sick Magician

“Sh-Shinichi! What are you doing here?”

Shinichi shrugged before answering.

“Keep you company.”

Shinichi then frowned at him. He whispered after that.

“You’ve eaten….”

Kaito wondered if he had heard that right because Shinichi had sounded a little bit disappointed. He then watched the detective sigh.

“Of course, you have. What did I expect? Aoko-san has said that she has cooked for you after all.”

5 : Christmas Party

“Tomorrow is going to be Christmas. So, do you want to spend it together with us? Me, Agasa-hakase and Shiho.”

Kaito blinked at the offer. He didn’t notice how long his brain had stopped, but next thing he knew, Shinichi was glaring at him. The warmth on his gloved hand was also gone.

“Oi! I’m asking you here. Or do you have other plans tomorrow?”

“N-No. I don’t. B-but is it okay? Won’t I bother all of you?"

Shinichi huffed at him and looked away with a redder face.

6 : Say 'Love'!

The detective’s shoulder slumped and it ached to see Shinichi like this.

“Shinichi-”

“It’s like he’s avoiding me, you know.”

Shinichi whispered suddenly and sensing the other wanted to continue, Shiho let him.

“It’s… I don’t know, but I can feel it. But, the question is why? Why does he suddenly do that? Why… why after giving me hope like that?”

[lovelyhan]

i love how you take pics of your photocards so much 😤 do you mind sharing more for inspo purposes hehe

i'm so sorry for getting back to this so late 😭 but sure <333 here are some shots i rly liked !!

(also ps i go by lu/lulu on twt ><)

i don't have most of these anymore though x) they're already with their new loving owners 😔

[arklay]

WIP DAY.

tagged by @girlbosselrond @morvaris @aartyom @risingsh0t @phillipsgraves @leviiackrman @indorilnerevarine & @denerims over the past month! sorry it's taken me so long to get to anything at all, i'm sure you guys have heard me address it enough, but thank you all so much for continuing to tag me in things while i've been inactive ♡

tagging @aelyosos @brujah @calenhads @florbelles @jendoe @lightwardens @liurnia @nokstella @nuclearstorms @shadowsofrose @shellibisshe @steelport @swordcoasts @wrymbloods @voerman & all of those who tagged me again cause i'm so behind + anyone else who'd like to share anything they're working on, not just writing! ♡

i haven't written anything since the last wip game i did, but i started trying to put diana's timeline together at the start of january, so i mean... i'll show that instead. as you can see, fatigue hasn't let me do much with it even though i've got all of her timeline already done and strewn about all over the place.

started with 1995 onwards cause it was originally going to be an ewskers timeline situation, but then wanted to include all of her backstory so i went back to the start and still have the late 80s and early 90s to get through before then, but yeah :]

it's going to include like all little moments i've thought of between the ewskers just for me and placing them on the timeline, so you can imagine how long this is going to get if i have to go to 2021 for village... like just 1996-1998 is going to be so much... she's very special to me if you couldn't tell already lmaoo

never sharing this though, it's just for me, and like will help for when i do her timeline page (more in-depth version of what's on her oc page) to just run through canon events and brief descriptions and whatnot. you understand.

everything is blurred out besides 1995 ewskers momence and the years, just cause like idk her i feel weird sharing her in-depth backstory unless it's in dms or something, just cause there's lots going on there and yeah. things. idk

i also made a carrd for twt if you wanna have a look at that :] there's some cheeky subtle things with the two resi items i used as pics hehe

actually, you know what, i'll give a lil bit from where i left of with that rewrite anyways, even though it's been months since i wrote it. but why not

Wesker left a fleeting kiss behind her ear then reached around her and hooked his fingers beneath her coat, prompting Diana to glance back at him. But all he did was gently pull it from her shoulders. She watched him from out of the corner of her eye as he hung it up on the rack by the door, his movements careful and almost calculated, until he turned back towards her, and the warmth of his body returned once more. He pressed up against her side this time, as opposed to her back, and one of his hands found a home on her waist. The way the arm it belonged to was resting firmly against her as he began leading her towards the kitchen was comforting, secure, yet unmistakably possessive. And she revelled in it. He had quite the knack for handling her just the way she wanted.

[boba-beom]

DING DING DING! congrats! you are correct!

it's one way for me to socialize with you guys because of

(1) how fast you guys are speaking in discord (ngl i kinda feel left out a lot of times) especially with me waking up to find 200-1000 comments that i have to mute the group chat worrying about my phone battery

(2) how i live on the other side of the world so i can't to you guys as much without losing sleep.

other than that, i hope you learn more about me.

also, me only using youtube and tumblr as my social media platforms is because of the bad relationship i had with others social media platforms. i don't use tiktok at all because of the oversaturation and seeing people around me obsessing about tiktok challenges that it turns me off from joining. i also quit instagram because i use to compare myself with others, even with my friend circle. i also have other social medias like snapchat, facebook, and others i couldn't think about but deleted it because i don't use them anymore, while i used to be active on kpop stan twt before the toxicity comes to me but i still own it because it relates to the monthly minecraft event that i watched lmao. so i delete social media to detox myself and delete myself form the internet as best as i could so that people could only find me based on my internet persona.

i am back on instagram but purely so that i could open a portfolio page for the gfx designs i made for my hellsite fics and others...

do you have any leftover questions you want me to answer???

p.s. hope you're having fun with the cloudbusting fic you're planning. ngl i didn't think you'll be doing it for real hehe

-🐝

WHOOP I knew my inkling was right! it wouldn't leave me :>

I understand and I'm sorry about that :< I know the group chat blows up so much and time zones are difficult but we do love having you there when you come on! <3

I have definitely learnt a lot about you , considering we have a google spread with all the hits you gave us collectively hehe I get where you're coming from in terms of social media and I think if that's what helps and is better for you then it that's good, you know? I had a social media detox at one point too with only tumblr being my only social but I've been alright everywhere, I just usually dip after I go on it. sometimes social media isn't for everything so I understand!

no question actually, but I just wanna say that you answering your own anon ask threw me off because that was the only thing that held me back from not suspecting you hehe it was fun nonetheless!

I just can't believe that I was super late to catch on that bee is in beabadoobee T^T things came to pretty late because I was busy with family, friends and packing the past week but literally the other night I managed to give myself time to search, link and piece together these things :> it was fun honestly, really pieced these things at 2AM hehe

OMG so I watched palm springs and it's interesting, I just don't know if I would make a long fic based on the movie, a short scenario from the movie (like when the song comes on, but idk how I would write about that without writing a long fic) or I'll just listen to the song and figure out what scenario to write about, but from listening to it a few times it does sound dreamy. still just gonna think of a scenario :> I'll figure it out ^^

thanks again lissie it was fun getting to interact with you this way! just know that you're very much loved in the gc! and in general, you're amazing and so are your works, it's an acquired taste <3

[phoelipop]

2, 5, 6, 8, and 9 for the artist asks!

2. 5 favourites of your own work? Hmm I really like my most recent things i did in pencil, the husbando sketches i just did (plus the Kumi paper doll hehe), both of the Decidueye Day pieces, my Guzmaversary pic last year, the Buneary and tulips drawing... and of course my drawing of Appletun and Applin still remains my fav piece Ive ever done ToT 💚

5. Anything you haven’t drawn yet but want to? There are a lot of Pokemon i haven't drawn yet that i really want to! I love drawing Pokemon its my favorite thing and every time i play a game i get an urge like “omg I need to draw them” but making the time is hard lately… right now i reeeaally want to draw Tinkaton and her giant hammer

6. Which artists inspire you right now? There’s a lot of Japanese artists on twitter im inspired by,  izumi_aoirodou, yurano / cello, nonkumakawayusu, to name a few… plus Chips_n_Cookies as of late, and one of my biggest inspirations ever is AtsyTheo! And of course all my amazing friends 🥺❤️💕

8. What do you like most about your own work? I think i like most how i color and how expressive it is ;w;

9. What are you currently trying to improve? Besides digital art in general, right now I'm trying to do more backgrounds! Just doing more full / finished looking illustrations... as well as improve lineart or find a brush i like has nice sketchy lines? Thank you Erin! ❤️ And sorry it took so long to answer TwT

[bloggingboutburgers]

Haiiiiiii

I love your art so much and would absolutely love to get a paperback. Unfortunately, I haven't exactly come out to my parent's yet 😅 and it might look weird ordering this, so I'd have to explain. Thier very supportive and I'm sure they'll support me, I'm still just very scared. Do you have any advice if you've done this before?

Hi!! And sorry for the late reply TwT

I think with my parents it happened kind of in that way for me! I started wearing aro/ace pins since my late teenage years (shortly after the ace flag became a thing hehe) and my parents just sort of... Noticed over time, I think.

My mom was the only one who commented on it (my parents are separated so interactions are separate). She wasn't very understanding at first (she is super understanding and supportive now, which I also pin on her being in a much better place in her life), but back then whenever she would express the usual "but isn't that sad" concerns, my two ever-supportive brothers would laugh it off like "no it's not sad / why are you even surprised she's made it obvious for a while". It helped me a great deal.

I guess one thing to keep in mind is there may be an initial lack of understanding, there's always a risk (though it's much lesser if your parents are supportive already!), but you shouldn't let that get to you, as much as you're able. Unless your parents actively try to force relationships you don't want on you (which would suck for anybody in any orientation), they can't do anything to physically prevent you from living as who you are. In my younger years I tended to shrug off a lot of people who didn't understand my orientation. I knew who I was and that was all I needed. I know I make it sound easier than it is probably TwT But I hope this can help anyhow!

EDIT: I almost forgot to say! I've found that even though she didn't understand much at first, my mom was quick to ask questions and lend a listening ear to understand better, so in my own experience, you shouldn't be afraid of responding to questions from your parents openly! If they're supportive, they won't be like those people who just ask stuff to "negociate" you into actually being straight or indirectly make fun, it'll be out of a sincere will to know you better, and it can be really sweet.

[mochinon-yah]

I wanna write my reaction here just like the first special fic lol (anyway it's down below!!!)

But if i have to compare this fic to all the other fics, the angst part here was lower than the neuvi one. It's not sadder and i'm thankful for that 💪 no need to cry more after watching some of the absolutely tearjerker korean or chinese dramas

(Hehe sorry for writing this late TwT)

Okay, maybe it wasn't that sad— BUT TBH I COULDN'T GET THE FEELS SINCE I'M READING IN PUBLIC 😭✋️ i was mostly focused on being 'nonchalant' so that people wouldn't stare when i was reading lmao

Anyway, i love the fairy-tale like feeling of the fic cuz it had the charm of making it shine? Wait no, i guess the right word is magical-ish? Yeah, that's right. Btw, just letting you know ansy, the drawings are amazing, okay!!! I wished it was colored very gently, like a soft desaturated color, but when i think about the fic as whole, without color is possibly the right thing.

OH and i guess the one thing that almost make me cry is the part when dain was singing "happy birthday" to himself bcuz no, that should not be him. Man is already sad in canon, does he have to be sad too in fanon 😞 id feel bad cuz y/n in this fic sounds so sweet too. When you write that he was longing for death, i guess that's literally the realest possible ending for him here. Longing for something, but cannot truly get it. Just like how he is with y/n

OKAY, NOW'S THE TIME FOR FUN! I literally went thru so many downgrade lol from being human to being all sort of stuff, especially being a hilichurl in the end. If i was dain, id just be locking y/n in a room so i could keep them forever, but there's no need for me to take care of them. WAIT, DOES HILICHURL NEED TO EAT??? I'm imagining y/n as a hilichurl peeing so suddenly and dain is just the tired babysitter wanting his y/n in their true form (a human i mean). But, does a hilichurl function normally like a human bcuz they're human before or are they not? Okay, that's it for me folks <3

For the last part in my review here, i love your writing ansy!! I really reaaalllyyy hope you don't stop doing whatever you loveeeee <3 keep being you, okay? Eh, wait, that's wrong. I mean, like keep trying to be the better you everyday! Or at least, survive the world, i guess????

- with much love, mochi <3

𝑫𝒐𝒍𝒄𝒆 𝑺𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝑵𝒖𝒐𝒗𝒐 (Yandere!Dainsleif/Reader)

a/n: I love Dainsleif with every fiber of my being, do you guys know that? Anyways, just like all Dain-fics, this one has illustrations (I hope they give Fairytale book vibes). I’d like to thank @meimeimeirin cuz this was an idea we were laughing abt at 4am and somehow I made something out of it HAHA.

Unreliable Synopsis: “Fairytale worlds follow fairytale laws. There’s always a protagonist burdened with impossible tasks who will experience the rule of three, witness transformations, find talking animals, and learn the power of kept promises. So, before you embark on your journey, "princess" (Y/n), have you heard of the Ugly Duckling’s tale?” 

CW: light yandere themes, fairytale!au just for the hell of it. HURT/NO COMFORT. Late/Advanced happy birthday, Dainsleif.

"The destined knight is late," the great dragon clicked his tongue. One would expect that an inferior creature such as an ugly duckling would quake and shrink while perched on the Dragon King's hand. But their expression was nothing short of serene. There is a veneer of calm that the great Dragon Ongri did not overlook. 

The "duckling" had the eyes of an old gentleman with worldly disinterests. 

He was longing for death.

𝕺nce upon a time, there was an ugly duckling who was abandoned by both their siblings and mother. Oftentimes, he was pecked by his peers, sneered into thinking his big head and scarred face. were both a reason for his survival and misery all the same. The ugly duckling thought himself unloveable no matter where he went. The small waters he was born in had no room for miscreation, and when he traveled to an elderly's house elsewhere, the chickens thought him useless and undesirable. Normally, the story would've been a happier bedtime story if he had gone to meet the Royal birds and begged for them to end his life. Maybe then, he would've realized that he had not been a duck but a swan all along. But alas, our poor ugly "duckling" found his feet at the hands of the great Dragon King- Ongri's mercy.

"Will you kill me?" The ugly duckling asked calmly. "You need to release your anger, and I can be but one of many casualties."

"I am not a creature of impulse."

The divine dragon scowled. "After Bars' and Fein' deaths, the concept that this realm dubs as Time and Moments is now under my jurisdiction. I've no use for wasted breaths."

As it happens, the dragon was in a troubling situation. There is an immediate need for a substitute. Sensing the urgency of fate's call, Ongri unleashed an ancient incantation. Feathers singed into flesh, wings clipped into arms, and in a burst of radiant light, the "ugly duckling" was reborn as a human knight. His body had scar-like spots from the Divine Dragon infusing him with magic, albeit the metamorphosis was far from flawless. Even as a human, he was imperfect. Mysterious dark blue "burn lines" traced his neck and arms. With the new human's eyes still closed, the dragon spoke to him, the last for a long time: "Forget your past and this whole affair." He commanded. "Go, find and protect your princess."

It mattered not if this was the last breath Ongri would tell him, besides…

When a god applies a curse, it takes effect at a higher level of reality than the person themselves.

“(Y/n)…”

“It’s me, Dainsleif… Can you… still remember my voice?”

“…”

“I… understand that once a person reaches this stage of the curse, their senses get muted. The remnants of those who once dwelled here must have been the catalyst of your ailments worsening..”

“… I’m sorry. I am incredibly sorry that I found you at such a later time. It did not occur to me that you would be here in the Chasm.”

“In our next fairy tale, I’ll—”

“No… I cannot subject you to any more empty promises… But know this:”

“I will keep you safe from now on.”

“So, do not leave my side ever again.”

And the new knight opened his eyes.

Memories of the dragon vanished from his mind. He was now a being of larger flesh and bones without recollections of his past. Should another human take his shoes, they would know that it was a fresh awakening. His first breath tasted like rich champagnes. Golden. Even the sun shone in such resplendent light that made the world seemingly revolve around him.

His legs wobbled. Sliding onto the grassy area, he caught a sight of his hair. Blonde. Like hay— they were golden threads silkily strewn about. He soon noticed that the rest of his complexion was a light pinkish-hued color, as did the hands that prevented his head from taking a serious fall.

The reborn “ugly duckling” may have forgotten why, but he felt alienated from his own body. And he has the Divine Dragon to thank for his new vessel and plain armor.

“Help! Someone, HELP!!!”

His ears perked up. It was a scream with a fervor of a “damsel in distress”. Vent clamor as she may with her whole throat, nothing would come out of it.

But fate will not allow this untimely demise. Quick on his new feet, the new knight dashed towards the sound. No cavalry— just a single determined mind. After running for some time, the unnamed knight did not come across any souls. 

That is, until he found the young maiden he was “fated” to save. She was on the ground, clinging into her wrist as though she burned her hand. In the ground laid an iron sword, begging to be drawn.

At the sight of the wild animal bearing down on her with frightening speed, the “knight” took her weapon and charged towards the scene, raising it in front of the menacing beast. He gazed at the bear that towered over him, displaying its slobbery maw and long, pointed claws. The untamed creature snarled and dropped to strike. 

Perhaps the Divine Dragon saw his noble pursuits, perhaps he was naturally gifted in combat, but the bear was unable to rake the man’s body. Miraculous it was that not a single nasty laceration was left on his person. He lacked the strength to take it down in one fell swoop, but the speed he had made up for it. Like swans that swerved through the wind and flow of water, he dodged all its attacks. With a few strikes from his blade, the bear falls...

He breathed out, shaking in his boots though he tried not to show it. Straightening his body, he met the maiden’s gaze. His blue eyes met hers in a piercing gaze, nearly taunting her as his new opponent. The young lady exhaled a deep sigh of relief.

“T-Thank… you…”

Subconsciously, he circled the shoulder that recklessly swung the sword around. The new “knight” tilted his head. For what? He wished to ask, but words did not come out.

“For saving me, of course.”

The maiden gracefully stood. Her garments had lost some of their value due to the soil and dirt, but she herself was not affected in the same way. She exuded a fierceness that suggested anyone who ventured to hurt her would be receiving more than they bargained for. Instead of tucking her hair to the back, she pulled them forward, hiding her ears.

“Do allow me to introduce myself, kind knight.” She cleared her throat softly. “You may call me Princess (F/n), daughter of King Regan and current crown princess— heir to the throne upon the late Prince Pierre’s demise. May I know your name?”

…

… Silence…

The princess tilted her head. 

"... Does my savior have a name?"

"... Name?"

The young man paused.

He couldn't remember his name. In actuality, he had absolutely no memory of anything. His mind was a bottomless pit with little to no air. With wide eyes, his hand moved slowly to around his neck. The act of conjuring up his supposed name left him terrified for reasons unbeknownst to him.

Does he… not have a name?

“... You must be joking.” The princess deadpanned. “How can one not have a name? Were you not baptized under the Divine Dragon’s light?”

She sounded incredibly upset by this fact. Whatever she ranted on about, it must be a human tradition. 

“Do you not know how important names are—” The princess sighed, “Never mind. I shall assume you are one of those orphaned folks. Besides, if what you say is true, bestowing you a new name is a power much more potent.”

“I… want a name.” The man spoke up rather shyly, voice almost inaudbile.

"I know, I know… Huh, I usually take names rather than gifting them," the princess chuckled. She seemed wholly aware of his dilemma. "Hmm… Let me see…"

She examined his features closely. He was dressed in the traditional knightly fashion, albeit slightly altered. The holy kingdom's knights, of course, never donned masks—especially not half of one. He was strange, but there was an innocent genuineness about him. The blonde man doesn't have a polished appearance. He looked like a lost duckling.

It was rude to stare at the peculiar blue wounds on his face far too long so the princess’ eyes trailed above his hair.

"Leaf…" She pointed upward. "Leaf."

The knight blinked.

What a peculiar sounding name.

"Understood." He nodded and bowed politely. "I shall now be referred to as Leaf."

"No, I meant—" The princess cut herself off and chuckled. "Oh, well. I meant the leaf on one's head. But certainly the name Leaf does suit you fine."

“Do place your iron sword away, Leaf.” She added, cringing. “It is unbecoming of a knight to point a sword to their princess.”

“May… May I ask as to why you were attacked by a bear?”

“Quite bold of you to inquire a royal about a recent assassination attempt,” she humored him with a smile. He safely assumed she would not enact punishment for his assertiveness. “If you must satiate your curiosity, it is exactly that. An assassination attempt. They believed since my brother had fallen so easily, I myself must be an easy game since I adore wandering around the forest.”

“And they seem to be right,” Leaf muttered, wittily referring to the incident prior that arranged this fated meeting.

“Oh?” She scoffed, her polite smile remaining intact. “You’ve quite the tongue. Are you from the valleys?”

“I do not know.”

She squinted.

“Hmm, I see.” The princess exhaled and shook her head disapprovingly. “Then I am to presume that I should also use my wits to cleverly weave a background for you much like your name, Leaf?”

“You wish for me to serve you, that I can tell, and for that to happen I would need your equal assistance,” Leaf spoke solemnly. “I do not recall anything of my past, but you can always make one for me.”

Leaf knelt in front of her. Silence ensued.

“You are deadly calm for a man who wished his history be erased…” The princess muttered.

Leaf was a strange man indeed. He was perceptive, yet he spoke like fate’s pawn. That is to say, the princess noticed he only ever says the truth. His countenance conveyed little desire to adopt rebellious ideologies. To be honest, there was nothing in those contrivedly starry eyes. It was bare. A false sky. 

It almost made the princess worry for his lack of self-preservation had she not been the same. Lies were always at her hands’ disposal, and she greatly hoped it was not what her heart would contain in her last pages. She didn’t wish for a life of deceit. The princess's survival solely comes from her ability to “doublespeak”.

“I see your promise. You are made of self-mettle. Although your blunt tongue may mar your fortunes sooner before you could gaze upon His Majesty, I wish to prescribe you with new duties.”

She took a deep breath.

“This directive shall not be withdrawn in the name of the Divine Dragon. Leaf, a young knight from the Valley of Gaciea who will shortly be appointed retainer to the Royal Highness, Princess (F/n), kneels before me. Until the end of time, he shall be my sword, and I will be his master. Will you keep your word and uphold the oath— the promise?”

“I will.”

Not a moment did he hesitate. Not for a second did he think there was more to life than this. It was nearly bitter. His life sounded so simple to her tongue.

But it was a contract nonetheless. 

A promise that must be fulfilled.

“I find myself stirred in restless days without you my by side. You haunted me so diligently this past 500 or so years.”

“Humor me, won’t you… my b-beloved?”

“Why have you hid away from me? Why did I have to find you in this state? Furred and mute. Didn’t you take a breath to think about how much your pain would mean a greater weight for me? Have you not a second thought about how much it pains me to see you like this— bearing the fangs of the abyss and the claws of the cursed…?”

“The only sigh of relief I can release is that at least in this new sky, Ongri— no, he calls himself Zhongli these days— would get between us no more.”

“This new fairy tale… For how long do you expect me to keep this promise, (Y/n)? How many more stories must we get through for us to reach a happy ending?”

“Please… I’m begging you… Say something!!!”

“…”

“… Speak… Please… Anything…”

“Tell me about our past rendezvous. Seduce me with your musings. Anything… can't you try, just for this special day?”

“Please… don’t turn your mask away from me…”

“Do you find time to flow as quick as the waters by the stream? I am inclined to believe this sentiment. I find it astonishing that we’ve spent eleven or so moonshines joined at a hip. Time ages us but we are none the wiser.”

Leaf grunted, heaving Princess (F/n)’s inventory as she spoke. He didn’t seem distressed by the weight and his princess appeared not at all troubled as well. At least, that what it seemed on the surface. Royals must make their superiority known. Leaf knew (F/n) wanted to also carry some of the bags, but he refused.

There were several notions Leaf refused that noon. When (F/n) entertained the thought of going out as herself and by herself, he disapproved with haste. Leaf had to know where she’s going, who she was going with, what she’s going to wear— just about everything. His voice alone overwhelmed the princess enough that you’d mistake him for the king. The knight practically ordered what she would wear and what route she’d have to take if she wished to see the ongoing festival. 

Being herself was a safety hazard and being alone by herself was a death wish.

To his eyes, at least. He had always been a twinge too overprotective.

It was a hectic morning with a picture-perfect, almost cliche scene of bustling streets and frolicking kids on a medieval setting. While children would swerve around adults' legs to avoid getting tagged, adults walked slowly to hear each gossip. One kid had nearly hit the princess herself, but Leaf would not allow it.

Leaf pulled (F/n) away by putting an arm over her waist. The smell of her sweet perfume surprised him. Her smell reminded him of the forest. For the knight who professed to guard her innocence, her warm body lightly pressed against his was a fleeting but almost immoral moment. He set her down slowly, gasping quietly. The princess chose not to draw attention to the troubled expression on her most reliable retainer.

It was better not to acknowledge his growing romantic interests.

To her, he is only a sword.

Even if he is a friend, at the end of the day, he’s only a weapon to be used.

The princess quickly pulled the cape down further to hide her face— mostly her ears. For reasons unknown to him, she seemed to find that part of herself worthy of great insecurity.

He cleared his throat, face dusted in a pink hue.

“You say that time affects you, but you haven’t aged a day.”

The princess laughed.

“Finally, a compliment from a man as stoic as you? Oh, what a day to rejoice!”

Leaf shook his head with a small smile.

“I had given you one on several occasions.”

“That may be true, but random bouts of flattery from you are scarce.” The princess hummed. “I vaguely recall how getting anything out of you was like trying to get a frozen little duckling to quack. Who am I? Your mother duck?”

The smirk on his face was quick, but (F/n) definitely saw it.

Several staff once questioned Leaf’s ability to speak. Many, including (F/n)’s father, were convinced he was mute. Everyone in the castle knew of the princess’s peculiar tastes and thought Leaf’s recruitment was a mere byproduct. His masked appearance and strange scars added more fuel to those rumors. When Leaf defended (F/n) from another assassination attempt in front of the king and inquired about her condition, King Regan nearly toppled from where he stood. 

After being bombarded with questions, Leaf merely said he refrained from speaking since he saw no use if he wasn't talking to the princess herself. (F/n) still finds it absurd that she has to give orders for him to talk to other people.

For Leaf, it was simple: he just didn’t see the point of forming other interpersonal relationships.

(F/n) was the only one that mattered in his eyes.

Only her.

Only she is worthy to serve and protect.

“You truly are like a little duckling following his mother’s tail,” Princess (F/n) sighed. “But you have vastly improved in our time together. That, I can commend.”

“Thank you, Your Highness.” Leaf laughed softly, mocking her tone in his signature subtle way. “Oh, what a day to rejoice.”

She playfully gave him an elbow nudge. “Do not copy me, Leaf.”

“My apologies.”

Princess (F/n) was meandering around because the harvest festival was drawing closer. With her own eyes, the princess intended to see how her people were faring. Rarely did she change into a more "common" outfit and styled her hair with simplicity. Though, if you were to ask Leaf, seeing her in her most simple clothes made her far more youthful than the garbs and crown that wrinkles her smile to a frown.

“Madame, would you be interested in buying your lover here a brooch?”

Both of them stilled as a merchant called out. The undercover royal pointed to herself.

“Yes, yes, of course I’m talking to you, gorgeous!” The merchant grinned. He had silver hair that slightly covered one of his blue eyes. “Do you want matching rings instead? We’re selling for fifty percent off!”

Leaf’s gaze was stern. Despite his reservations, he knew the merchant as Alfstan, another young knight who hailed from a family of vendors. Two moonshines ago, Leaf was (forcefully) placed on training duty and had the fortune of mentoring this aspiring knight. 

Mind you— nothing was particularly dubious of his wares. Leaf just simply despised having another man brazenly take your attention away. He did not find their previous exchanges pleasant. Not when Alfstan often joked about replacing his position one day.

What hubris.

While he busied himself glaring at the poor man, the princess awkwardly laughed and dismissively waved a hand. “Oh, no, he and I— we are not—”

“Haha, I know, I was just pulling your leg, Your Highness.” Alfstan grinned, giving Leaf a quick nod. “Morning, Sir Leaf! Were you showing the princess around?”

“Shhh! Be quiet!” (F/n)'s eyes widened.

He protectively wrapped an arm around (F/n) again, this time far more confidently. 

“Yes.” Leaf spoke, voice as solid as his resolve.

“Mind if I tag along?”

His stare sharpened. “I would very much mind, now return to your stall.”

The princess shook her head, poorly judging her retainer’s possessive words as acts of protection. Instead, she dwelled on their attire. “Drats, was our disguise that fragile?”

Alfstan assessed her from top to bottom, which made Leaf even more tense. “Eh, you’re really gorgeous that no cloak can hide your beauty, Your Highness.”

“I have to agree,” Leaf said stiffly, clearing his throat. “Perhaps I should hide her in a hay sack. WIthout your prying eyes.”

(F/n) raised an eyebrow. “And what? And be suspected of kidnapping me instead?” 

Leaf shrugged. “Does that sound like an offense I would commit?”

Alfstan rolled his eyes. “Well, obviously. Besides, the only way you wouldn’t get caught is if you hid her in something as small as a teapot.”

And he would be right. But it will take eons to prove those suspicions as truth.

“Going back to your wares, Sir Alfstan,” (F/n) digressed. “These iron-framed tassels, are they made by your hand?”

Alfstan's respect for the princess grew.

“Yes, how did you come up with that conclusion? Most passersby believed I had ‘em commissioned from the East.”

(F/n) smiled crookedly. Leaf caught a glimpse of discomfort, but it was gone in a bat of an eye.

“I… I admire your skill with molding iron.” To the untrained ear, (F/n) sounded flustered and embarrassed. To Leaf, he was certain that she was unsure of herself. “It is commendable, how you smith your very own weapons, that is. I know many of our soldiers come to you when their blades are chipped.”

“You’ve heard of my skills?!” Alfstan beamed proudly. “Really?!”

The princess nodded. “Y-Yes…”

It was odd. Despite her high praise, her wariness remained. She looked at the blonde man. “He had also made your new Ulfberht sword too, right? It certainly pierces much better than his old one.”

Leaf didn’t bother with a reply, Alfstan made it for him.

“Yes, Your Highness. I thought it would make for a thoughtful birthday present!”

“Speaking of presents…” The princess gazed down, analyzing the items he sold once more. “What do you recommend as a gift for someone important?”

If Alfstan was elated by her earlier compliments, he could practically jump over the moon at her newest proposition.

“Oh? OH?!?”

Leaf gave (F/n) a strict yet gentle glare.

“Your Highness…”

“I still won’t let it slide!” (F/n) huffed. “I couldn’t possibly be satisfied with just new sets of armor. Alfstan, by my order, suggest a pleasant gift for the stubborn knight beside me.”

“On it!”

Without delay, the two bent down to select the ideal accessory for the man who vehemently refused. Alfstan was the only one touching the gems and (F/n) refrained from doing so. Tiny flecks of gold and iron infused the tassels, but she feared she would handle the stones carelessly.

Leaf palmed his face with one hand as the two chattered. Still, despite Leaf’s disapproving looks, he finds (F/n)’s enthusiasm to make him happy a wonderful notion in itself. To think that (F/n) would continue to insist on a present for a birthday that had since passed… She was more stubborn than he was.

“So troublesome…” He muttered with a soft smile. “I see no point in this, Princess (F/n). Serving you is a miracle enough itself—”

“Halt! Speak no more, Sir Leaf!” (F/n) exclaimed. “There! That one, Alfstan— that gem resembles his eyes, does it not?!”

“You have great tastes, Princess (F/n)!” Alfstan nodded eagerly like a motivated student. “That does look like his shade of blue— and so quick to find it among the pile, too! Are you sure you’re not some sort of custodian of natural treasures?”

Princess (F/n)’s awkward and stifled laughter can be heard again.

“What? Haha, what nonsense.” She shook her head. “Everyone calls me Princess (F/n), any other name would surely sound terrifying and mismatched.”

A nonanswer, but that made the conversation more humorous.

“Here you go!”

Alfstan reached his hand out with the tassel. (F/n) stared at him, silent and unsure. He blinked and snapped his fingers.

“Oh, right, you need a box— my deepest apologies, I was too caught up in the moment!”

The princess sighed in relief.

Leaf crossed his arms. “You’re doing well for your first time setting up a stall, Alfstan.”

“This isn’t my first and you know it, Sir!”

(F/n) laughed.

The merchant wrapped the gift she brought with care. The hush looms large around them as the merchant boastfully goes about his business, his tone comforting to her ears. The Princess walks over to the gift box once the merchant has finished. She can't help but smile because she can feel the tassel inside.

“Not exactly a surprise since Sir Leaf is here, but the packaging adds some charm, right?” Alfstan asked.

The princess couldn’t hold back a smile as she looked at the knight behind her.

“I think most of the charm comes from the person who’ll receive it,” (F/n) chuckled.

“Don’t you think so, Leaf?”

She wouldn’t know. And she’d never know a lot of things.

She never got the chance to ask her most precious knight if he liked that gift.

And she never will. No matter how many days, months, years, centuries— eons Leaf would wait, he would never hear the princess ask that same question again after this.

It would not matter if he was a judge, a prince, a knight, or a mere animal— it did not matter how many sweet new styles he would take. In the end, his arms will always be empty. Everything was pre-ordained. Dying in his arms, whether it’s slow and painful or mercilessly quick— will remain as the last line. He will always hold on to your corpse, warmth draining. 

This was your fate, (F/n)— no, (Y/n) (L/n).

This was just the first of many branches of the Irminsul. The first of its many reiterations, possibilities, or better yet, alternate tales or "universal resets". 

Princess "(F/n)" coughed, wetting the side of their lips.

"I haven't been able to p-personally attach that tassel on your s-sword, b-but… but I can spare you enough seconds to fly away…"

"Don't make haste!" Leaf gritted his teeth as he applied some pressure down her stomach. "This is not your decision to make!"

She didn't reply to his desperation, but she silently disagreed.

In her palm was the tassel, out of its box. The blue threads darkened with the taints of her blood. The metallic scent was nauseating. It weaved in a disorganized fashion around her fingers. 

What a beautiful and tragic loom of fate, to love someone you were bound to hold with ruin. 

It would’ve hurt less if it weren’t in his colors too.

"This marks the worst day of my life," the “princess” smiled, tucking the stray hair behind Leaf's face. "And even if given the opportunity, I wouldn't dare c-change not even a minute detail about it."

As if she— as if you— have the power to change destiny.

You're not a descender.

You're just a pawn.

That's when Leaf realized how fragile life ultimately was. With the curse undoing itself, he recalled and reflected on his animal days. He understood the Divine Dragon's intense frustration over a lowly duckling's will to perish. The curse of becoming human meant knowing the greed men had, but also the beauty of their kindness. 

His small bird heart was not meant for this much sorrow. His life was meant to be simple. To learn that he was not a duck, but a swan. 

How was he supposed to cope that the woman he had sworn to protect was not human, but a fae?

Everyone in the kingdom knew that the king would sooner disclaim his paternity than allow the crown princess (F/n) to truly lead— but they never had any real reason to support the king for this. The princess’s words were always more kind and ponderous than that of her supposed father’s. They thought him mad. They thought him deplorable. They thought him old and senile.

But he would not be king if he were not sharp.

Why, oh why, would the princess make great efforts to constantly hide her ears? Why would the princess utter roundabout ways in speaking her “own” name? Most of all, why would the princess fear the touch of iron?

There was a simple answer: she was not the princess, but a liar.

And yet, Leaf was the sole person who did not care, for he thought himself as the worst sinner or “quack” in comparison.

The kingdom won't learn the full truth for some time after this, but the fae made a bargain with the real princess. The real princess would elope with a farm boy and, in return, the fae would take her name. The trade was not malevolent. The two women were secret friends since childhood and neither wished the other harm.

But the townsfolks had little patience. They would sooner throw pebbles and stones than kneel for a false princess.

The moral of the story, like most Brothers Grimm’s fairy tales, was simple: virtue will be rewarded, Iniquity will be punished. The storytellers do not care beyond that, no matter how dark it sounds to the children who will hear it. The fae lied, therefore the kingdom shall rightfully punish her.

They better thank the dragon they oh-so admire that the court fae did not think themselves evil. They better sleep soundly, knowing that they have slaughtered a well-intentioned guardian.

For he will not and never will.

Not even with a change of title, name, and universe. Whether the land he walked on was called Gaciea, Fodlan, Belobog, the Continental, or Teyvat— what the world steals from him, he promised to take back.

There the two were, back to where it started. The same forest and patch of land where the bear had attacked her. Fate had a funny way of telling tales. Leaf can only scoff at how unimaginative it could be, sometimes. 

Why couldn’t fate think of more comfortable deathbeds for the one he loved?

"You cannot allow this! I cannot allow this!" The knight gritted his teeth. "You will not die— you cannot die. You and I have a promise… You cannot break that one promise!!!”

“(F/n)” grinned.

The look in her eyes disturbed him.

She knew. It is finished. She knew that it was the last page of the book. Just living in these immortalized pages for the fae was well worth the want she had wanted.

“Consummatum est.”

Consummatum est…. 

Leaf gasped shakily.

“Did my life… even have meaning to you as well?”

Her expression was enough to tell him the words “who knows?” She surely did not. Her mind was buzzing and her thoughts were fizzling out. No one knows anymore. Maybe the Divine Dragon would but he would not accept any offering or prayers for these two heretics.

This is fine… He’ll forget his tears soon, surely…

He’s only a sword at her side… She never asked him to be anything more…

He should be okay, once she’s gone…

She grinned, lifelessly tracing her thumb across his cheeks. The curse is undone. The loom of fate was slowly disintegrating. Soon enough, he shall return to his original form. That of an animal. That of an ugly duckling. That of a swan who will forget his human memories. 

It is finished.

On the book’s final page, there is only ever a fae’s corpse and an elegant bird watching over them. With its wings clipped back, curiously watching the light leave their eyes, he will return to the nearby riverbanks and forget what had happened. As retribution for stealing another’s identity, there will be no one left to remember who she truly was.

And that was all there was to it.

With the fae banished, the Kingdom of Gaciea lived happily ever after. THE END.

Dainsleif closed the book and lovingly looked at the “person” beside him in bed. He stroked the “person”’s light brown hair— its color reminiscent of the bear he had slain in his first life.  It’s a shame he had to reunite with you in this condition. But it’s not like he would stop loving you. He doesn’t care if you’re a fae, a sinner—

Or a hilichurl.

He scooted closer beside you.

"So, does the story ring any bells, my beloved?"

Zhongli, upon recalling what happened and the curse he had inflicted on both of you to fulfill some children’s fairy tale, sought the “ugly duckling” and the “false princess”. Retired as he is, he cannot undo the fate you must play nor terminate his contract with Celestia. For consolation, he merely offered the Khaenri’ahn a teapot. Unlike the Chasm, the teapot was forever peaceful and serene. The brightness of lumenstone ores was not as comforting as the adeptal light that peeks through the drapes. This is your current place of residence. Whether you liked it or not.

"To think Nicole would entail the story of our past life." He laughed softly. "And these names... Hah... Are those the best she could conjure up to bypass possible erasure…? I suppose I should still thank her for her best efforts. I can see how challenging it would be to document our story, given how we lived through so many resets."

There’s a slice of cake paired with wooden utensils on the nightstand. If your mind had not deteriorated, you might’ve assumed they were gifts from the aforementioned Nicole and the Geo Archon. Unfortunately, forming a coherent thought required a mental fortitude akin to iron. You currently do not have such willpower. 

“Alfstan— no… Halfdan was right. There will come a time that he’d protect you from harm and not I…” Dainsleif mumbled defeatedly, his eyes burning with tears he couldn’t let out. Far too tired to dwell on it. “He must’ve forgotten his old jests in his previous life because as far as he’s concerned, he’s simply doing his duty as a Black Serpent Knight…”

He pecked your forehead, closing his eyes.

"Did you remember, my beloved? Vacation may not have any business being in my vocabulary but it is my birthday today…" Dainsleif leaned his forehead against the cold stone that covered your face. "I know you— do not feel guilty over your lack of gifts. It is not as if I bothered to count my age since the cataclysm. I didn't want to celebrate this occasion for the past five centuries. Not when you weren't at my side..."

The blonde man turned his gaze to the floor.

How many times will he have to “reincarnate” just to see a happy ending for the both of you?

"Happy birthday… to me…" He sang weakly. "Happy birthday to me…"

The man— the former sentimental judge— the former tyrant prince— the former "ugly duckling"— and now the current bough keeper, observer of fate in this new fairy tale, trembled…

“Happy birthday, happy birthday…”

… And sobbed.

You, in your ungreedy husk of a body, tilted your head in innocence. Pain coursed through every nerve now that the Abyss Order’s cleansing equipment broke. The man before you was no different from the shadows you fought and hid from that would terrorize the dark and cold places in the Chasm you’ve instinctively called home. But somewhere deep down, you carried a complex weight that hilichurls wouldn’t normally have. 

That weight was a human emotion dubbed as "pity."

You pitied the shadow that loomed and embraced you.

And your lone reluctant arm that wrapped around him was enough to make him fully break down.

His throat constricted as he cried into your inhuman shoulders. Your scent was like that of a wet duckling, and he preferred that over the blood that disgraced your form several "fairy tales" ago. It was the most important ring between the two that Pari Zurvan found him clutching whilst unconscious in the wilderness.

At the very least, you were safe.

And you being alive today was a good enough present for him.

You tilted your head down, feeling his warmth one last time while Dainsleif took a deep breath, singing with more air than a proper tune.

Though it was barely discernible, he could just about make out the words you muttered a phrase from the old language of Khaenri'ah. Or at least, he deluded himself that that was the case. In his catatonic mind, you spoke the words:

Happy birthday, my beloved.

"H-Happy birthday to me…"

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[heriz]

Halo. Idk if you remember me but I'm your indo mutual on twt yang suka ngasih tau kalo ada repost fanart kamu 😂 anyway, nice to know that you're still here despite same old same old lah ya, I miss your cute fanart btw!

Halooo, I’m sorry this is very late reply! I hope you’re seeing this, anon. Makasih banyak udah dikasi tau kalo ada yg repost. Hehe, i havent made new fanarts lately, i know :(.. been busy and caught up with new stuff even though i still love larry/1d. Thank you for messaging me and Please keep in touch. 🥰

[biaswreckingfics]

hi bae its been a v long time 🥹🥹 ive been rly busy catching up w my own life and i sorta stopped my kpop phase in nov but i am back as happy as ever being a sunwoo biased 🤭🤭

i see u have a new series !!!!!! im so excited(this is an understatement tbh im even more hyped than that) its been so boring wlo anyth fun to readd++i rly like ur writing style:)) can i know when is the first chap gna b uploaded hehe ofc no rush🙆‍♀️🙆‍♀️ i hope uve been doing great and taking care of urself !!! rly missed reading ur ffs they make me happy idk how many times ive re read blurred lines;(

i saw tbz's stage yesterday for daejeon and i went crazy bro tbz in a racecar concept?!?!?!?!?!? i didnt think that ill live to a day where i see KIM FREAKING SUNWOO in that kind of outfits AND his starting for his cover stage oml kill me alr i love him too much im gg feral fhebdubefins and we cant forget ab him in the bear costume he made my day😤😤 theres so many things i wna talk about him but i dont rly have friends to do that cause their js gna judge me LMAO but if i do it here my msg is gna b fr long af so ill save u a hassle unless ur rly interested 😋😋

thanku for reading this and have a great day/night/afternoon/evening aheaaaad 🙆‍♀️🙆‍♀️

photo creds from twt !!(oops the first photo isnt vertical)

OMG HELLO!!! WELCOME BACK, MY FELLOW SUNWOO STAN!! ❤️❤️ I understand the need to take a break and focus on life, but I'm also so happy you've been drawn back into the fold lol 😈😈

Asdfghjkl 😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️ thank you so much for missing/liking my writing!! Also, I have good news!! The first chapter is already out 🤭🤭 (I'm responding to this late, I'm so sorry ❤️), and I'm currently working on chapter 2 right now!!

I haven't read Blurred Lines since writing it, but I've been LIVING thanks to the comments on Wattpad lmao. They lose their minds over certain things that happen and it's always so funny 😂😂

*keyboard smash but I won't actually type since I've already done it once*

I AM NOT MENTALLY PREPARED TO TALK ABOUT SUNWOO AND WHAT HES BEEN DOING LATELY!! THE NO DIGGITY VIDEO?? THE 2 ON TIKTOK?? DAEJEON?!?!? NO. THE MAN IS A MENACE 😭😭 I'm done with him.

The bear costume!! Please!! I was crying laughing 💀💀💀 he's so funny. I love him 😭😭😭. Also, I'm ALWAYS WILLING TO TALK/LISTEN ABOUT SUNWOO!! ALWAYS!! COME TO ME!! TELL ME THE THINGS!!

[stabbyfoxandrew]

good morning! when u see this i presume it will be….. but yes hsr has a gacha mechanic! lots of characters to collect. but you travel around different plants helping resolve crises and battling monsters and making friends. simple and rlly fun. and nitw is an adventure game following mae (the cat) after she drops out of college and goes home and is struggling to find herself while struggling w mental health. it’s really cute! im not too far into it yet but yknow. okok this is too long i hope you have a good day aerie!! and read some more good fics :) i hope you decided on some last night but the problem is u must continue to decide on which to read next…. so difficult

hey babe sorry i'm so late <33 TWT

both of those sound really cool!! maybe i'll have to try them sometime (i mean. i say that but my stack of Media to Consume is sooo large and teetering already :')) but i hope you're having fun.

hehe i have been slorping up fics left and right. none are safe. i will get them. hah<3