#tales from 🌸 anon

[tales-from-syscord]

Around 3-5 years ago (number left vague for identity reasons) was when we began to see ourselves in a different light and see how we were a system. Almost immediately after I began questioning, someone started telling me what I was and wasn't, and encouraged us to join a system server. To this day, this is one of the only 2 system servers we've ever joined.

The server wasn't bad overall, but during that time I was confused heavily on who I was and wasn't, who we had and who we didn't, what it meant to be a system and all that. I was a bit younger so I just took this information in and ate it up. We are a heavily fictive-based system, even back around that time, but this server did not treat them well at all.

There was constant source-comparing and biased, backhanded comments, there were people questioning if these alters were real and if they were "sure" that's who they were, etcetc. One of the server mods had an alter who was a goddess, whom unfortunately can't remember the name or origin of, but I know that she was very rude and demanding. One of my alters didn't like her attitude and started trolling, and she began demanding that he know his place and bow to her, and she banned us when he said no.

That was our first system server experience several years ago, and it resulted in me trying to deny that I was a system altogether. I tried to surpress it and push it down because I wanted so badly to be "normal", but that ended up only making it worse in the long run. Now we're slowly identifying ourselves and even have even begun getting professional psychiatric help, as best as we can in our area at least.

I will never forget how very rude that alter was to us, especially not after we found out about 2 months later that the person in question wasn't a system and was trying to BECOME one instead. I don't have a lot of system friends (probably only 2-3) but the things I've heard about them and their experiences is crazy. Syscord is a scary place, especially considering that's the most tame story,,,

Can I claim 🌸?

Well. Um. We are extremely glad your getting professional as much as you can however WOW That was a wild story and a horrible one at the same time

Sure you can claim it!

[milf-murdock]

Heyyy been reading your fics since you were writing for matt murdock🥹🤭 idl if you take requests or not but if you dont just ignore this!!🌸

Can you write smthng for reader with asthma? With simon riley or john price☹️🫶🏻 plss

Sweet Anon!!! 🥺 My oh my, you have been here a while!! Your support means the world to me 🫶 I absolutely loved this request! I am a sucker for a sweet Simon and injured reader. I apologize in advance for any inaccuracies though. I don't know too much of what an asthma attack feels like, but I did my best. If anyone has any constructive criticism, my inbox is open and I'm willing to make adjustments to make it more accurate. I hope you enjoy, sweet nonny!!

Asthma Attack - Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

TW: Asthma Attack, potential medical inaccuracies, protective Simon should come with his own warning

“Just one more block,” you thought to yourself, focusing on the steady rhythm of your shoes hitting the pavement. The familiar tightening in your chest set in about two blocks ago, and you struggled to keep your breathing steady. It had been a minute since you’d had a flair up, and you silently cursed yourself for not bringing along your inhaler. You should’ve known better. 

Simon easily kept up pace beside you. He enjoyed joining you on your jogs—the exercise light and refreshing in comparison to the type of intense training he was used to. He didn’t really gain much from the easy workout, but the peace of mind that came with knowing you were safe every step of the way more than made up for it. 

As your flat came into view up ahead, your breathing became more labored, a slight wheeze tinging each breath. Simon shot a concerned look your way. 

“You ‘lright,  love?” Simon’s deep voice cut through your growing panic, grounding you as you barely made it to the steps of your flat. 

You collapsed on the steps, your hand coming up to press against your chest as you struggled to get down air. 

“I can’t—“ 

“I don’t—“ 

“Simon—“

You struggled to get out a full sentence through your choppy breaths, your chest rising and falling at a rapid pace. You were borderline hyperventilating now, and breaths only became harder to manage. 

“Fuck,” Simon murmured to himself as realization dawned on him. A wave of panic shot through him: you were having an asthma attack. He inwardly began cursing himself for not recognizing the tell-tale signs sooner. He should’ve seen the signs. He should’ve stepped in sooner. 

Simon stopped himself, forcing himself to tamp down on his fear and let his tactical instincts taking over. 

Assess the situation. 

Simon knelt down to your level, pressing two fingers to the pulse point on your neck. “Alright love, I need you to try to take a slow, deep breath,” he coached, nodding to himself as he mentally took note of your elevated heart rate. “You’re gonna be okay.” 

Make a plan. 

Sliding one arm under your knees and one under your arms, he pulled you up to his chest from the stairs.  Your arms wrap around his neck and you try to force yourself to slow your breathing and control the panic. You focus on breathing in the familiar scent of Simon, the faint notes of oak and gunpowder mingling with the salt of his sweat. 

Simon makes quick work of the steps, managing to unlock the flat one handed before stepping inside. “Where’s your inhaler, darling?” He asked as he gently set you down on the sofa, making sure you’re in an upright position. His voice was calm, but his eyes betrayed the panic beneath the surface. 

“Kitchen,” you manage to gasp out, tears stinging your eyes as you feel your attack getting worse. 

Simon’s back in seconds, shaking the inhaler before ripping the cap off and bringing the plastic cylinder your lips. “Okay, breathe in, sweet girl,” he coaches, pressing down on the canister. You do as your told, pressing your eyes shut as the first hit settles into your lungs. 

“Hold your breath. 1…2…3..4…5. Okay, again,” Simon gave the inhaler another shake before administering a second dose, counting down again.

“Good job, love, keep breathing. Slow, deep breaths, just like that.” The sense of urgency was slowly fading from his tone as he watched your breaths ease up. He pressed another two fingers to your jawline, checking your pulse. 

“Atta girl, give me one more for good measure,” another shake and puff following up the last hit. You finally felt relief as your airways started to expand, taking in full breaths, trying to follow the deep breaths Simon was modeling for you. 

Simon raised a hand to push back a stray strand of hair, tucking it behind your ear. Your entire body was shaking in the aftermaths of your attack. 

“Thank you,” you muttered breathlessly. Your chest was aching and you felt such pure exhaustion sweep over you as the adrenaline slowly left your body. 

Sensing that the emergency was over, Simon gingerly pulled you to his chest. You couldn’t help but notice how fast his heart was beating under the soft fabric of his hoodie. 

“Fucking hell, sweetheart, you scared the shit out of me for a moment there,” he murmured, pressing his lips to the top of your head. “You alright, then?” He pulled back, his attentive gaze raking over your body, conducting his own assessment. 

“‘M’okay,” you whispered, suddenly feeling like even carrying on a conversation was too much. 

With a nod, Simon took the hint, pulling you back into his arms once more. A strong hand rubbed up and down your back, the motion soothing you. “Let’s take a rest then, yeah? Eventful morning.” The subtle nod of your head against his chest gave him all the approval he needed to help you up off the couch and guide you back to your shared bedroom. 

He made sure to get you settled under the fully duvet first before pulling off his hoodie and crawling in on the opposite side. 

“Come on, have a proper cuddle,” he coaxed, pulling you to rest against his bare chest. Exhaustion swept over you, and you struggled to keep your eyes open as  the steady beat of his heart brought a sense of comfort and familiarity. 

“Thank you, Si,”  you breathe out. “Thank you.” 

“O’ course, darling. S’what I’m here for.” Simon held you a little tighter, thanking every lucky star out there that he was here for you and that you were okay. He’d always make sure you’re okay.  

[sadly-in-active]

Hey honey it’s me 🐁🐀🦝🦝🦝🦝🦝🦝

Can I request Sablé Cookie x a Singer/songwriter reader?

The two could definitely make a song together, with Sablé doing the music part of it and stuff

Sincerely, 🌸 Anon (But you know who I am)

I know your fucking home address, I’m coming for you and I’m gonna rip your eyeball out (lovingly) 😈

Sablé Cookie x Singer/Songwriter Reader

Summary: You used to be a homeless singer-songwriter wandering the streets of Créme Republic. But then Sablé, the youngest member of the Convocation of Elders and a well-known politician, caught wind of your performance and loved your voice. Next thing you know, she's offering you a spot in her mansion. Shocking, I know. Now, you two are partnering together: Sablé on music, you on vocals. Who knows, they may be more to this sweet partnership that meets the eye.

My age hc for her is probably in her mid to late thirties or early forties and nobody can change my mind.

Right from the start. She's enamored by your voice - sweet yet powerful, and can't believe you haven't had any vocal training. It's like you've been blessed by the Divines themselves. Together, you jam out songs inspired by mythology or spin tales like bards, minus the alcoholic tendencies and split into two.

When she's not busy, she loves having you around, whether it's watching her paint or just relaxing after a day filled with meetings and politics. Honestly, hanging out with you is Sablé's favorite pastime.

She especially loves watching the sunset with you, but sometimes she doesn’t know the look in your eyes softening as you gaze at her. Not even the sunset could compare to her beauty…wait- wait, no- you two were just friends! Friends who collaborate on songs and stuff! No time for lovey-dovey things, hahaha…

A lot of the times when she’s busy at work, you tend to go all out and overwork yourself, brainstorming ideas to impress her and show you're worthy of her friendship. But deep down, she genuinely cares about you and hates seeing you stress out. So don't be surprised if you wake up to find her tucking you in with breakfast and tea – that's just her way of showing she cares.

And that little kiss on the forehead she gave you was so friendly I know….THEY WERE ROOMMATES…

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As time went on, you began to see your bond with her in a whole new light. One evening, as you both stood on the balcony watching the sunset, you mustered up the courage to take her hand and awkwardly confessed your love, feeling your cheeks flush as you waited nervously for her response, fearing rejection. But it turns out, your worries were completely unfounded.

“I think I’m in love with you, and I’m so sorry if this made it awkward or anything…I just—“

You were silenced as she intertwined her fingers with yours and pulled you in for a little kiss on the lips. It only lasted about two seconds, but so much happened in that moment. Sablé merely smiled back and laughed.

“I knew, dear. Just because my hair covers my eyes doesn’t mean I didn’t catch you glancing at me every time we watched the sunsets together…”

“So…do you think this would be a good idea for a new song? Two people from completely different backgrounds falling in love over time?”

“Perhaps. Maybe I could also teach you how to play music as well.”

“I’d like that. I’d like that a lot.”

And then they kissed again and got married and nothing bad happened haha

[merakiui]

Mera! I absolutely love your writing! ♡ Especially your twisted wonderland chitchat! and after long day I always check if you uploaded smth bc it cheers me up! so thanks for that ☆

Also, you mentioned in previous posts before about how (or was it in the tags?? 😂) "Love/relationships/sex etc.... In the sea is Quite different than what we are used to" and NOW I'M CURIOUS!!

So, What are you thoughts??? how different do you think is love for the octavinelle trio? Do you think they view it in a unusual way? do they take a "mate" by force?? how different is it from human standards? 👀👀👀

Oh! and can I be 🌸 anon ? 👉👈

Thank you for liking my writing and twst chats!!! I'm happy to know it can cheer you up! :D you may be 🌸 anon! Knowing me, it's highly likely it was written in the tags hehe. ^^;;;

I think some merfolk who have observed humans and their traditions attempt to adopt such behaviors for themselves, such as getting rings and making promises to stay together forever, even things like marriage or ceremonies associated with binding souls together in eternal love. I like to imagine in the sea the concept of marriage is a little foreign to the mers who live farther from human civilizations (such as mers from the Northern part of the Coral Sea, which is where the trio hail from). Perhaps it's something where, once you mate with a mer you are intended to stay with them forever if it's a species that mates for life, or stay long enough until the eggs have been laid or hatched. That's probably the closest thing to "marriage," only it's more so once you've mated you're stuck together for life (or so that's how some mers view it).

Love is not entirely foreign to merfolk, though. All species have versions of love and affection, however unfathomable they may seem. Human traditions regarding love are just as strange to the trio as mer traditions are to humans. Affection in the sea is protecting your mate and fry from harm, it's hauling in the biggest, meatiest fish for dinner, it's settling down in a comfortable cove at the end of every day, curled and wound around one another, it's leaving to find warmer waters in the spring when spawning and mating seasons roll around, it's going out to search for the fry who will inevitably return after hatching, carried home by the pull and push of the vast sea, some lost to time, devoured by predators or smothered by the weight of the world, and others strong and lucky enough to survive the lottery of life.

As fluffy as that sounds, mates are difficult to come by. Some mers are picky. Merfolk want strong mates to produce strong, healthy offspring. Merfolk like colorful displays, though the trio know that too much flashy colors and shiny scales are as pretty as they are harmful (predators are drawn in by lights, sounds, smells, flashy displays just as much as potential mates are). Most merfolk seek mates out of biological imperative, so it's not usually love that brings mers together (at least not for the sake of breeding). And a lot of mers can be territorial and violent when it comes to mates. Merfolk might kill or fight for their mates, whether out of possession or part of a courting ritual (a test of strength); humans don't normally do that. And it's not uncommon for mates to be taken by force. It's not uncommon for toxic dynamics to be seen as normal or, at the very least, acceptable in parts of the ocean where life is difficult to come by.

Azul was raised in a loving familial environment. It's natural that his perception of love would be very sweet and gentle and almost human. He reads about it in books. Humans are strewn all throughout the tales merfolk exchange. Even the mermaid princess from so long ago experienced love with a human. Azul knows these stories well because they are often told before bed or passed around during youth. But Azul knows his species is not very common. He knows he stands out from other merfolk. He knows he is a solitary creature by nature's design. That's why love is so important to him. He'll scoff and insist he has no need for such trivial things, but it's his dream to find someone who he can live out the rest of his life with. Octo-mers mate for life. Naturally, some who follow more "human" ideals might inevitably drift apart or separate like how his parents did. But Azul knows deep in his three hearts that if he ever does find his forever match he will do everything he can to ensure he never has to remarry or search for another love because his one true beloved fell out of it with him.

The twins were also raised lovingly, albeit they were raised to be predators capable of protecting and defending themselves. Jade and Floyd are more accustomed to violence and gore than love itself, not only because it happens so often in the deep sea but because the family business is not for the faint-hearted. They've heard their fair share of human stories. They know of the love humans indulge in. They've spied humans tangling together on the beach. They've witnessed ocean weddings on the shoreline or from afar on the deck of ships. Their parents have often said that when humans love they kiss to show their affection, hence why Mama and Papa Leech kiss so often. It's very sweet. It's also very human. Jade is indifferent on the matter; he has always been that way: analytical, realistic, level-headed. Floyd... not so much. He has always been more emotional, more hormonal, more sensitive. For all of the playful immaturity and volatile mood swings, he wants a genuine bond. Morays don't often mate for life. Some have multiple mates; some do not. Their parents chose each other and have remained together ever since. It's exactly the sort of lifelong bond Floyd wants.

Jade can understand the appeal. Growing old and maturing together, forging deep, unbreakable bonds, witnessing the world unfold throughout years of devoted partnership. But Jade has never been able to fully grasp his emotions as well as Floyd does, and so, as fluffy as forever romance sounds, he often thinks about it logically. Logically, he will need to find someone in the future, if only to secure the next branch in the Leech family tree. Logically, as he matures sexually, he will need someone to fill with eggs as that is what biological imperative calls for (otherwise it's a great bodily discomfort when he has eggs and yet there is no one to accept them), and so he's forced to endure for a few days, wallowing in unshakeable heat, irritable and hungry, reduced to raw instinct.

On land, love is different. Humans do not need to hunt for their meals as often as merfolk do. Humans court in subtle ways (though sometimes it's grand and flashy). Humans are so hung up on getting to know someone, on determining whether they're a suitable match, before getting to the part where they mate (and sometimes they never reach that part). Love is a process on land (that's the best way Jade can define it). There are stages and steps one must take. There are rules, some apparent and others unspoken. It is very peculiar, but that is exactly what draws the trio in. Curiosity is much the same across all species. Humans can never tell when they've found "the one." Jade has learned that humans will often say they've found "the one," but that may have been said about previous lovers. Conversely, mers have this unique sixth sense; they often know when they've found the one that is right for them, the one they will spend eternity with.

And when the trio spend enough time with you, they all realize rather quickly that you are the fated half who will fulfill their pair.

[cnnmairoll]

That's good to hear.

I had a little idea based around Tingyun because I love her so much and what happened to her makes me so sad. I had this thought since we go around handing out her gifts for people after she died, what if one of those people was her lover? Like the reader is Tingyun's lover and they think 'wow she must be busy with her job' only for the express crew or madam Yukong to come and tell them the truth about Tingyun and Phantylia and maybe the present given to the reader is like an engagement ring. The angst idea just hit me after playing through it.

Anyway, thank you for listening of course. It was an idea I feel I needed to share.

-🌸

Farewell, Tingyun.

Pairing : Tingyun x Reader Genre : Angst a/n : Sorry this took awhile 🌸anon !! I absolutely love your idea but I apologize if I can't bring it to justice!!

The Palace of Astrum stood silent under the cascade of stars that painted the night sky. You, nestled in Tingyun's room, gazed at the empty chair by her writing desk, where she'd spin tales that would enthrall the entire galaxy. It had been weeks since you last saw her, and though your heart ached for her, you had convinced yourself that her role as Head Representative of the Whistling Flames was consuming her time.

Each day, you longed for her return, but each night you fell asleep with her absence heavy in your thoughts. "She must be busy," you told yourself. "Her work is important, and she's always dedicated to her guild." Yet, beneath the veneer of understanding, a gnawing worry ate at your soul.

On a somber, moonless evening that you sat in your chambers, pondering over a letter you had received. It was from Madam Yukong, the seasoned Helm Master of the Xianzhou Alliance's Sky-Faring Commission. The letter was marked with sorrow, and your heart began to pound with trepidation.

You rushed to the Grand Hall, where Madam Yukong stood, her expression grave. Beside her was Trailblazer, a trusted friend of Tingyun's, and Yanming, the Celestial Guild envoy. Their faces told a story of grief that words could not convey.

"Please, take a seat," she said softly, her voice trembling like leaves in a storm.

You complied, heart pounding, as Trailblazer and Yanming flanked you on either side.

"What is it? What's happened?" you asked, your voice quivering.

Helm Master Yukong took a deep breath, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "Tingyun," she began, "Tingyun is no more."

The world seemed to stop. Tingyun, the silver-tongued storyteller, the love of your life, was gone. You could hardly process the words as they reverberated through your mind, a cruel and relentless echo.

"She was on a mission," Yukong continued, "one we believed to be safe. But the universe has a cruel sense of timing."

Tears streamed down your face as you clutched your chest, your heart shattering into a million pieces. Tingyun was gone, and you hadn't even had the chance to say goodbye.

Barely holding herself together, Yukong insisted on a "soul-soothing ceremony" to appease the pain that everyone felt. Before the ceremony, you, Trailblazer, and Yanming were tasked with sorting through Tingyun's belongings in the Palace of Astrum. It was a painful task, a cruel reminder of her absence.

As you carefully sifted through her possessions, you stumbled upon a small, ornate box. A label bore your name, and your heart leapt in your chest. Trembling, you opened it and discovered an engagement ring, a beautiful, delicate thing with a shimmering gem that seemed to hold the very essence of the stars.

Tears flowed freely as you clutched the ring to your chest, realizing that Tingyun had planned to ask you to be her forever. The weight of your loss bore down upon you, but the ring was a bittersweet reminder of the love you had shared and the love she had intended for your future.

In the midst of grief and heartache, you found solace in the love that had blossomed between you and Tingyun. Her captivating tales might have enchanted the galaxy, but it was her love that had captured your heart. And as you held that ring, you made a silent promise to carry her memory with you, to keep her stories alive, and to love her for all eternity, even as the stars continued to shine above, indifferent to the pain of mortals.

[the-bahkery]

*leans on the wall in a friendly way and slips*

Same Boothill requester here! (Also can we be 🎴 anon?)

Uh uh uhh idk if you do duo packs but may we have 👉👈 Sebastian Solace pack from the hit game Pressure in Roblox? And and any female character in PjSekai! Two of our ID-less fragments are siblings but they have different taste wah, also take ur timee!! And thank you in advance!

Sure u can have 🎴!!! Hi 🎴 anon!!! Here’s ur critters!!! <:3

I love Sebastian so I had 2 do this one as soon as I saw it!!! <:3 As for the pjsk char I chose airi!! I love her n she’s pink <:3 !!!☆☆☆ Hope it’s up to ur standards!! Thank u for being a returning customer :3

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name; Sebastian ,, Atticus ,, Cain ,, Sage

age; 31

pronouns; He ,, They ,, She ,, Sol ,, It

terms; Masc

species; “Abomination” (Unsure what he is… sea monster?)

orientation; Unlabeled Aroace-spec

gender; Masc-presenting agender ,, Intersex

role(s); Gatekeeper ,, Overseer

source; Pressure (ROBLOX)

likes; Clean, organized spaces ,, Darkness ,, Sharks ,, Playing guitar

dislikes; Reminders of his appearance (he is not too fond of it methinks) ,, Being seen as not human ,, Bothersome behavior ,, Disorganization

kins; Acht (Splatoon) ,, Lapis (SU)

about them; A pretty standoffish individual trying to cope with the loss of his humanity. She’s pretty bossy and could be considered a “control freak”, but he just wants to have a nice, organized setting for the system. Very picky about who he lets in front or not.

signoff; 🧪 ,, 🎏 ,, 🧬 ,, 🪼

face claim;

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name; Airi ,, April ,, Lucy ,, Valerie

age; 16

pronouns; She ,, They ,, Shi ,, Idol

terms; Fem ,, Neu

species; Human

orientation; Bi, fem pref

gender; Catgender ,, CATiDOL ,, Strawberrygender

role(s); Socializer ,, Mood Booster

source; Project Sekai

likes; Cats CATS!!! ,, Anything pink & cute ,, Bows / Ribbons ,, Fashion ,, Baked goods ,, Strawberries ,, Figure collecting

dislikes; Eyestrainy colors ,, Staying in one place for too long ,, Small talk ,, Tacky patterns

kins; Sour belt cookie (Cookie Run) ,, Sparkling Glitter Cookie (Cookie Run) ,, Callie (Splatoon) ,, Kyoko (Block Tales)

about them; Very adamant on keeping a positive outlook on life. Copes with negative emotions with looking at/doing things she likes. Usually can be found making endless Pinterest boards,,

signoff; 🌸 ,, 🌷 ,, 🎀 ,, 🎤💕

face claim;

[bluemallow-log]

hiii!! reading "tales from the Ackerman estate" i was surprised by the chapter where Hange's mother discusses her past. as a greek person i love the choice of names for hange's family members (Gerasimos is a unique name i really really like) and i was so excited!! thank you for that and take care!

Ahh!! Hi hi hi anon!!! 🙋🏻‍♀️❤️

Omg, thank you so much for this sweet message! You made my day 100 times better (and I’m not exaggerating! You just made this sad miserable girl very happy today 🥹❤️)

I’m so glad you like the names I’ve chosen for these characters, especially coming from you, a Greek person!!! I think I chose Greek-sounding names for Hange’s paternal family because “Zoe” itself is of Greek origin. So, I just thought it would be fitting to also have them all in Greek ☺️

Gerasimos is a very unique name for sure!! I never heard of it before until I was researching it. My goal was just to try and find a name that starts with “Ge”. The name immediately caught my eye! I like the meaning of the name as well ✨

At first, the name felt a bit out of place, but after writing that chapter, I can’t think of any better name for Hange’s father. Like, that’s his name, period!

Also, when you think about it, “Hange” itself is a unique choice for a name. Therefore, I think it fits for Hange to have a parent with the same unique name as her :3

Oh no, I’m going off on a tangent here xD

But anyway, I’m so happy you like the names!!! Hopefully, you’re enjoying the story and their characters as well!!! I personally really like how Hange’s parents turned out to be in the fic. They are so dear to me 😆

Thank you so much for reaching out to me 🌸 It means a lot 🫶🏼

[wolfstarhaven]

Hi Elliot! I was wondering if you know of any clothes-swapping/clothes-sharing fics?

Love your blog btw <3

Hi anon🌸 This was actually more difficult than I first thought. Most of the fics I could think of with this theme are Established Relationship fics, which just isn’t my favourite thing to read… (yeah I know that’s immature of me. But I can’t help it! Sue me). But I did my best, so I hope you’ll still find something you like here! (And thank you <3<3)

I Am A Mess Around You, by Miss_Bennet (7k)

Remus finds out that a hot, beautiful man just moved into his building. But for some reason, every time they meet a disaster strikes and Remus makes a complete fool of himself. Why can't he act like a sensible person around this handsome young man?

General themes: muggle au; clumsy remus; meet-cute/meet-ugly; pining; fluff; smut.

a jacket's tale, by nightswatch (16k)

A series of things that happened when Sirius let Remus borrow his beloved leather jacket.

General themes: Hogwarts era; fluff.

Sweater Weather, by sad_gay_and_lonely (3k)

Remus looked down at himself and tugged the sleeves of his sweater over his hands. Well, it wasn’t exactly his sweater, that was exactly the problem.

General themes: Hogwarts era; getting together; pining; fluff.

Property of R. J. Lupin, by Remy_Writes5 (2k)

Sirius loved shopping at the secondhand shop, Ollivander's. When he finds a comfy red jumper that has "property of R.J. Lupin" on the tag, it quickly becomes his new favorite thing.

General themes: meet-cute; muggle au; fluff.

breakfast in bed, by pixelated (prettyremus) (1k)

“You’re wearing my clothes,” Sirius says stupidly.

Remus looks down at himself, tugging at the hem of the shirt before looking back at Sirius. “Sorry. I should’ve asked. Should I take them off?”

General themes: morning after; fluff; first war era.

Remus Lupin and the Case of The Missing Jumper, by ThatFilmGraduate (5k)

None of Remus Lupin's clothes are particularly noteworthy or fashionable, not when compared with Sirius Black and his heeled boots or James Potter and his Quidditch jersey or Peter Pettigrew and his colourful shoes, but he doesn't much care because his red jumper is comfortable.

In which Remus searches for his jumper but we all know where it is.

General themes: Hogwarts era; established relationship; fluff.

Sleeping on the Couch, by accioaroace (<1k)

In short, Remus thought that Sirius looked absolutely beautiful.

General themes: Hogwarts era; established relationship;fluff.

Leather Jackets and Tiaras, by Samunderthelights (1k)

Remus gets into an awkward situation at a Halloween party, so Sirius decides to help him out.

General themes: post-Hogwarts; pre-slash; Halloween costumes; Sirius’s leather jacket; baby harry.

Everything Would Be Okay, by accioaroace (1k)

After the full moon, Sirius finds comfort in Remus' jumper

General themes: Hogwarts era; established relationship; werewolf stuff; fluff.

Secrets and Snow, by tattyoldtrenchcoat (6k)

James is hiding something, Sirius is having emotions, Peter is tidying, and Remus is in his own personal hell. Sometimes being a werewolf is the easiest part of his existence.

General themes: Hogwarts era; jealousy; fluff; pining; (the clothes-sharing is just a detail).

Five times Sirius stole Remus' clothes and one time it was the other way around, by Awkward_bean_sky (2k)

Sirius loves stealing his boyfriend's clothes

General themes: Hogwarts era; established relationship; fluff; 5+1.

Cardigan, by @onlydreamofmysoul (3k)

Remus huffed a laugh through his nose, but gladly locked their lips together again, the pair fully intertwined as if they had been made for each other.

(And maybe they had. For what else was the moon to do but love the stars?)

General themes: canon compliant; from Hogwarts era to Lie Low at Lupin’s; angst with a happy ending; based on Taylor Swift’s ‘Cardigan’.

xx Elliot

[acacia-may]

Kirsch and Mimosa, please 💚💙🤍

Hi there, Anon-friend! Thank you so much for the request! 🥰 I would absolutely love to write some headcanons about the Flower Vermillion Siblings for you, especially since today is Kirsch's birthday! (Happy Birthday, Kirsch! 🌸) My heart really goes out to all of the problematic fictional sibling relationships, and I tend to get really, really invested in them. Kirsch and Mimosa's strained sibling bond is definitely no exception, and I really hope they get to reconcile and become closer someday. I am a big believer that Mimosa and Kirsch can one day reach an understanding of each other and have a more functional sibling bond in the future, so I am very happy to get to think of some wholesome ideas for these two. 💗

Questions from this "Bye Bye Writer's Block" Headcanons Game

(A/N: This post got a little lengthy so I've put the headcanons below the cut. Warnings: a few vague references to Season 4 content and the Spade Arc, but there are no specific spoilers)

Kirsch and Mimosa Siblings Headcanons

💚-- General

(A/N: I couldn't decide so I've included two)

While Mimosa doesn't talk about her brother much to her squad mates on the Golden Dawn, everyone on the Coral Peacocks squad knows about Mimosa. Kirsch mentions her constantly to the point that Dorothy jokes that Mimosa is their entire squad's "little sister." They all know better to mention it to Mimosa, however, but Mimosa does start to catch on when, surprisingly enough, most of the Coral Peacocks members seem to know a lot of things about her, especially about her achievements which Kirsch talks about the most--the squad assumes it's just part of his usual bragging bravado, but those who know him well know that it's really because he is genuinely proud of his little sister and all of her accomplishments.

Bonus: When Mimosa and Noelle visit Dorothy for tea in her Glamour World once, Dorothy accidentally let's slip that she's made Mimosa's favorite tea, even though Mimosa knows that she's never mentioned it herself. Dorothy knows it's Mimosa's favorite tea because Kirsch always asks for a cup of it himself and always remarks that his sister has impeccable taste.

OR

While Mimosa loved the beautiful fairy tale books that she was given to read as a child, she also loved adventure books. When she started to muddy her dresses and tear holes in her stockings from playing pirates or expeditioners with her cousins in the gardens, however, her family felt that such books weren't appropriate literature for a proper, royal young lady. Kirsch, however, thought this was ridiculous and would sneak all the best adventure books out of the library and slide them under Mimosa's door or hide them in her room so she'd still get to read them.

💙-- Hurt/Comfort

Whenever Kirsch was having a really rough day when he and his sister were growing up, Tiny Mimosa used to sneak down to the kitchen in Castle Vermillion to steal chocolate candies for him. She used to always say that "chocolates make everything better" and would sneak the candies into his room to try to cheer him up. It always managed to bring a smile to his face. In the future, after Mimosa returned following the attack on the Golden Dawn and the Spade Arc, Kirsch was very concerned about his sister and everything she had gone through, but unsure of the best way to express it, he went out and bought the biggest box of chocolates he could find and sent them to her.

🤍-- Fluff

When Mimosa was very little and Kirsch was beginning to learn to use his magic, she used to beg him to make it "rain flowers." He always obliged because he loved to show off how his little sister's face would light up when she danced and skipped around in the sea of petals. There would be several times that Mimosa would reach for his brother's hand and ask him to dance with her too.

Bonus (for extra cavities): In the future, Mimosa's children will beg "Uncle Kirsch" to make it "rain flowers" for them just like their mom used to do when she was their age, and he will take his beloved nieces and nephews out into gardens and watch them giggle and dance around in the petals. Feeling nostalgic, he'll often invite Mimosa to join in the fun and they'll all dance in the "flower rain" together. 🌸

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[deathbxnny]

Ok ngl i LOVE the merry go round ost from Howl’s Moving Castle bc it always makes me feel like im dancing in a ballroom while floating. (Hmmm maybe i should make a request based on the OST in a way..? Possible Fontaine request coming???)

For me, my top 3 favourites are

1. Spirited Away (Chihiro’s character development and determination is really inspiring)

2. Kiki’s Delivery Service (i think this was one of the first ghibli movies i was first introduced. I really love the story and Jiji was one of my favourite characters from the movie)

3. Either Graves of the Fireflies (i cried like a baby when i watched it), The Tale of Princess Kaguya (the movie is so pretty), and recently The Boy and the Heron (I watched it in a theater with my friend and her sister and it was pretty good! Even though we were a bit confused on what the general plot is but good nevertheless). I cant choose which one of them take the third spot, so they all get a tie in the third spot.

And you are so right about that feeling you get when watching Ghibli movies. It just those feelings that make you all warm inside and nostalgic.

- Flower Anon 🌸

-----♡

I absolutely have to agree with your ranking, Flower Anon!

And I'd love to hear of your possible Fountaine request when you have it!<33

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[randomreadingtimewithtsuki]

Heey! It's 🌸 anon!

Sooo i actually question. I've been looking for a new anime do you know any good ones or that you recommend? If so please say! Have a wonderful day/night!

Also i have a little idea how about some mha characters with a Dutch s/o? It's just an idea not an request- But bye bye!

Hi! 🌸

Lots to recommend!

But first, what do you like? I am a big fan of action, horror, psychological and gore! I do watch other things, like comedy and slice of life, but I am not a big fan XD

In case you like some other genre I can ask my friends what they like and pass it down!

A random recommendation I will make is an anime from my favourite game ever - Tales of the Abyss. The anime is based out on the game of the name! It has 25 episodes !

Oh sweety, I don't write this kind of request :c

I don't know much about the culture ( I am Brazilian, btw XD) and I am afraid to accidently upset people. So I would rather not write this kind of request!

I am sorry :c

[yostresswritinggirl]

I was referring to Japan’s Heian period! I really like the style from that era, especially since the Tale of Genji and the Pillow Book were written at the time by women. It does lean more towards luxurious stuff, though. But a lot of etiquette, I imagine, would be part of Scara and puppet reader’s mannerisms since they are quite old. Maybe puppet reader has an archaic way of speaking? Scara would have adapted to a more modern language but I do like the idea that these immortals have habits from long ago that didn’t really leave, yea? Because I do enjoy the thought that if Scara has a house built for him and puppet reader, it would be similar to how he envisions the world he wanted to create for them. Him possibly using a bunch of mora from his time as a Harbinger to either save up, or go straight ahead with building it.

What I enjoy most about these two is how their relationship works and what goes on in the setting outside of their interactions with other characters. How would Scara continue to provide for them as he had adopted the role of the provider and they have somewhat adopted the role of house spouse? Thoughts like that. At the same time, I lean towards there not really being a perfect label for them because there just… so much that is left unseen and unsaid because there’s so, so much history and fondness there. A bond that one cannot name and limit with titles. Because to name it is to give it definition, yes, but it then it limits what it is. And that doesn’t seem to fit them. (Philosophy class hit me hard, ig.) But they are immortal (like lobsters) and there are many things about their relationship that are just 💖.

Anyway, I was reading into the Heian era and I just enjoy how the arts flourished and now the thoughts of Scara and puppet reader playing these old, aristocratic games while the rest of the audience (Paimon) has no idea what the game even is or why it’s complicated. Reciting poetry while looking at the moon. (Or just playing simple games for fun and being happy.) Scara personally harvesting plants and making his own pigments to paint puppet reader’s nails and draw their red eyeliner. Think about the stories they could inspire together.

I am… overwhelmed with feelings. Like, yes plot is important but I always want to dig and see the characters outside of it. Who are they? What makes them “them” and why do they do things a certain way?

Red Eyeliner of Fate: Tales of Scara and Puppet Reader in Liyue? A new adventure guide coming to bookstores near you!

🌸bloom anon🌸

Oh yeah, I do understand that part but I was just unfamiliar with the era and its aesthetics haha thank you for elaborating here tho! The luxurious and elegance (etiquette) part I'm positive that the both of them were subjected to before they were abandoned, and I think it's more apparent with Scaramouche with how he talks and acts canonically (his gestures are honestly so smooth and expressive)

Puppet Reader has a hmm I'm not entirely sure how to describe it, because as implied by the story, their speech patterns were heavily influenced by the years of worship and prayers when they were staying by the sakura tree village! Respectful usually, flowery and taciturn

Scaramouche definitely got most of his caring, breadwinner attitude during those days when Reader is fragile. You can also call it projecting his insecurities of being considered worthless and useless so he made conscious effort to be needed, and it then turned into a part of his personality around them. Now that they're in good condition and have no Fatuus to do everything, they now have to deal with overprotective Scara insisting to do everything while they want to carry half of the work because they CAN and they really WANT to haha

And you're right about the label thing! Mostly because they don't feel the need to label it, it just feels natural, meant to be, probably a connection they realized that do not parallel most human relationships and so, unable to worded properly. They are everything. I've also made sure to lengthen the first part at best to establish how they are during their wandering days but I did miss some scenes sadly

Red Eyeliner of Fate is definitely what we can call this alternate timeline where it revolves around the good ending of them still being together hahaha

[cnnmairoll]

I’m glad to hear that!

In that case, can I ask for Tingyun, Gepard, and Welt with a very energetic reader? For example, a reader who loves to run around and is basically bouncing off the walls?

Thank you again! (/^▽^)/

-🌸

Sparks of Enthusiasm

Character(s) : Gepard, Tingyun, Welt Genre : Fluff a/n : Sure thing🌸anon! So sorry I couldn't finish this sooner 😭But I hope you enjoy this ! And I hope I bring Tingyun to justice! (Welt too bc i cant rlly write him)

You had always been a whirlwind of enthusiasm, and this day was no different. As soon as you spotted Tingyun beneath the blooming cherry blossoms, you couldn't contain your excitement. "Tingyun!" you exclaimed, your voice echoing through the tranquil grove.

Tingyun looked up from her book, her eyes narrowing slightly in surprise before a playful smile curved her lips. "Ah, my spirited friend, what brings you here today?"

You wasted no time in answering. Instead, you darted forward, your energy propelling you towards her like a force of nature. You practically skidded to a halt in front of her, barely managing to stay on your feet. "I wanted to see you!" you declared, your words rushed and breathless.

Tingyun chuckled, her laughter as melodious as a songbird's tune. "Well, you've certainly succeeded in that," she replied, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Would you care to sit with me for a moment?"

But sitting was the last thing on your mind. You began to pace back and forth in front of her, your hands gesticulating wildly as you spoke. "I've had the most amazing day! I ran through the forest, climbed a tree, and chased after butterflies. It was incredible!"

Tingyun watched your animated movements with a mix of fascination and amusement. "It sounds like you had quite the adventure," she remarked, her voice laced with admiration for your boundless spirit.

You couldn't stay still for long. With a sudden burst of energy, you took off running in a wide circle around Tingyun, your laughter filling the air. "And guess what?" you exclaimed, skidding to a halt once more. "I found a hidden waterfall! It's the most beautiful place I've ever seen!"

Tingyun's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "A hidden waterfall, you say? Tell me more."

And so, you launched into a vivid description of your discovery, your words flowing like a river in full bloom. Tingyun listened with rapt attention, her fascination evident in the way she hung on to your every word. Your energy was contagious, and as you spoke, she couldn't help but become swept up in the excitement of your tale.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, you finally settled down next to Tingyun, your energy waning just a bit. "Sorry for being so hyper," you said, suddenly self-conscious.

Tingyun placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, her smile warm and reassuring. "No need to apologize, my dear. Your boundless enthusiasm is a gift. It's like a breath of fresh air in this quiet grove."

You sighed contentedly, feeling the weight of your exuberance dissipate. "Thank you, Tingyun. You always make me feel so comfortable."

Tingyun's gaze softened as she looked at you. "It's because you remind me of the vitality of youth, the spirit that often gets lost in the routine of life. Embrace your energy, for it's a precious treasure."

You smiled back at her, your heart warmed by her words. "I'll remember that, Tingyun."

As the two of you continued to chat beneath the blossoming cherry trees, Tingyun couldn't help but feel a newfound appreciation for your infectious spirit. Your unique energy had breathed life into her world, and she couldn't wait to hear more of your captivating tales, for it was in your lively presence that she found a renewed sense of wonder and adventure.

You bounded into the courtyard, your steps light and energetic. It was as if you were powered by an endless reservoir of enthusiasm, and nothing could dampen your spirits. You greeted everyone with an infectious grin, your laughter echoing through the courtyard.

Gepard watched you from a distance, perplexed and slightly bewildered. His normally stern countenance betrayed hints of curiosity and perhaps a touch of bemusement.

"Gepard!" You darted over to him, your voice brimming with cheerfulness.

He turned his gaze towards you, his brow furrowed. "Yes?"

"I bet I can outrun you!" You declared with unwavering confidence, ready to challenge the formidable captain.

Gepard blinked, momentarily taken aback. "Outrun me? In a footrace?"

"Yep!" You nodded vigorously, your eyes sparkling with determination.

With a faint shrug, Gepard accepted your challenge. After all, he couldn't resist a direct challenge to his abilities. He couldn't help but smile just a little as he lined up next to you, his towering figure contrasting sharply with your smaller, exuberant form.

"Ready... Set... Go!" You shouted and bolted forward like an arrow released from a bow.

Gepard took off at a more measured pace, his long strides quickly eating up the distance between you. He couldn't help but admire your boundless energy, but he knew that he had the advantage in terms of speed and endurance.

As the race progressed, you continued to bounce around him, your excitement undiminished even as he steadily closed the gap. Gepard couldn't help but chuckle as he finally surged ahead, crossing the finish line with a triumphant grin.

"I win," he declared, his chest heaving slightly from the exertion.

You pouted playfully, catching your breath. "You're really fast, Gepard!"

He chuckled again, a rare sound that seemed to lighten the air around him. "Well, I do try to stay in shape."

Your boundless energy seemed to have no effect on his meticulous nature, but it had certainly brought a smile to his face. As you continued to chatter and bounce around the courtyard, Gepard found himself enjoying the novelty of your presence. In your exuberance, you had managed to bring a touch of warmth and spontaneity to his otherwise regimented world, and he couldn't help but appreciate that about you.

In the end, your boundless energy had managed to crack through the stoic exterior of the Silvermane Guards' captain, revealing a glimpse of the endearingly adorable dork hidden within him. And as you continued to share your enthusiasm with him, Gepard couldn't deny that he found it oddly charming.

"Have you ever tried climbing trees?" you asked suddenly, your eyes shining with excitement.

He raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Climbing trees?"

"Yeah! It's so much fun," you exclaimed, grabbing his hand and leading him toward a nearby tree.

Gepard hesitated for a moment, but your enthusiasm was infectious, and he found himself following your lead. With surprising agility, you scampered up the tree, finding footholds with ease. Gepard, on the other hand, struggled a bit, his armor making it a clumsy endeavor.

"You're doing great, Captain!" you called down, encouragingly.

After a few more attempts, Gepard finally managed to reach a sturdy branch beside you. He couldn't help but chuckle at his own awkwardness. "I never thought I'd find myself in a tree."

"That's the spirit!" you cheered, swinging from a branch with reckless abandon.

As the day wore on, you introduced Gepard to a myriad of activities he had never imagined himself participating in. From cartwheels in the courtyard to a friendly game of tag with the guards, he found himself stepping out of his comfort zone and embracing the joy of the moment.

Welt had been looking out the window, sketchbook in hand, capturing the ever-changing landscape below. He glanced up when he felt a sudden burst of enthusiasm nearby.

You bounded over to him, a whirlwind of excitement. "Welt! Welt! Guess what? I saw the most amazing cloud formation just now! It looked like a dragon chasing a unicorn, and I thought you might want to sketch it!"

Welt couldn't help but chuckle at your exuberance. "You never cease to amaze me with your boundless energy. A dragon chasing a unicorn, you say? That sounds like quite the sight."

Without waiting for another word, you grabbed Welt's hand, dragging him towards the edge of the deck. "Come on, Welt! Let's see if we can spot it again!"

Welt, ever the calm and collected one, found himself swept up in your enthusiasm. He allowed you to lead him to the perfect vantage point, all the while secretly enjoying the thrill of your contagious energy.

The two of you scanned the skies, and when you finally spotted the elusive cloud formation, you cheered triumphantly, clapping your hands. "See, Welt? It's right there! Isn't it amazing?"

Welt smiled warmly at your sheer delight. "Indeed, it is. Thank you for sharing this moment with me."

But your excitement didn't stop there. With renewed vigor, you tugged Welt along as you darted around the parlor car, pointing out various landmarks and wildlife you spotted from above.

"Welt, look at those majestic mountains! And there's a flock of colorful birds!" You exclaimed, not pausing for breath.

Welt couldn't help but admire your zest for life. He followed your lead, sketchbook forgotten for the moment, as you both reveled in the beauty of the world unfolding beneath the airship.

As the day turned into night and the stars filled the sky, you finally slowed down, your energy waning just a bit. You plopped down next to Welt, who had resumed his spot by the railing.

"Sorry, Welt, I guess I got carried away," you said, a sheepish grin on your face.

Welt shook his head, his brown eyes filled with warmth. "No need to apologize. Your energy is infectious, and I wouldn't have traded this day for anything else."

You leaned against him, both of you gazing out into the night sky. In that serene moment, you and Welt shared a deep sense of contentment, brought together by your boundless enthusiasm and his quiet appreciation for life's wonders.

And as you watched the stars twinkle overhead, you couldn't help but feel grateful for having Welt as your companion on this grand adventure.

[hanafubukki]

Hi. I am sorry to pop in your inbox but i just feel the need to dump my weird twst thoughts somewhere. I am so sorry because this is not related to your current twst event. I am sorry if this offend you or anyone in anyway.

So this just pop out of nowhere but..

When Yuu in chapter 3 is making a deal with Azul to free the students from the contracts, the Ramshackle dorm is the collateral right? What if Yuu jokingly and weirdly said that instead of Ramshackle dorm, they/he/she (sorry, i don't want to offend anyone with mc's gender, so i will just list all of the usually used pronouns) will give him (Azul) their/his/her first born child.

Of course Azul, the Tweels, and Jack is surprised and object to it. So MC offered him two children, the first born and the second born. And just jokingly asked if first born child is not the currency of twisted wonderland.

The logic behind giving Azul the first born child is stemmed from the logic of the old classic and darker fairy tales. Like Rumplestiltskin and Rapunzel, both of the villains ask for first born child of their 'client', it also include magical trading/contracts.

Sorry if this offend or trigger you in anyway. It's not my intention to. You can delete this if you want, i just want to share some of these weird thought. You can delete it without addressing it. Sorry if this bother you. Or doesn't follow your rules. I do not see any rules so i just send it as it is. Once again, i apologize.

Hello Anonie 🌹🌸☺️,

Don't be sorry at all! You (and anyone else) is always welcome to pop in to my inbox to dump any ideas or headcanons you want ☺️☺️ (even those not related to my blog event). I welcome it. ☺️☺️🌸🌸 I am always open to chatting, and will try my best to respond. ☺️

Omg anon, I find that so hilarious 😂😂😂 I would have loved to see Azul's face when Yuu mentioned that. Honestly, I would love to see everyone's face when Yuu said it. lolol 😂😂😂 I bet Azul never got that as an offer before. 😁😁 I love how Yuu is serious and yet trolling Azul. 😂😂😂 I love this Anonie.

I love the story Rumplestiltskin and Rapunzel, especially how they trick the villains in the end.

Okay, but I had the cutest idea. What if Yuu and Azul got together and had a family?? and they had at least two children?? Who would win then?? Technically, they both did right?? I can imagine Yuu bringing it up years later and Azul just being so flustered.

Or the twins, just never letting it go. especially after Yuu and Azul get together.

This is the perfect How I Met Your Parent Story to tell the kids one day. 😂😂😂😁😁😁

(in the end, it was Yuu who won the most 💕💕💕)

Please don't apologize Anonie! I enjoyed it so much!! and found it so cute 👏👏👏

You're more than welcome to send more anytime you feel like 🌸

[thevoidspeakz]

what do you think are byler’s favorite pieces of art? it can be a painting, book, song, musical, poem or whatever else comes to your mind! <3

much love, @byler-art-anon 🌸

i did SO MUCH FUCKING RESEARCH for this it's not even funny

ok so, doing all of them;

paintings: Mike has like 0 literacy when it comes to painters and stuff, but Will, as an artist himself, loves art museums and everything like that. I feel like he'd be a fan of many different types of art, from renaissance to abstract, and he'd love studying the artist's techniques. He doesn't have a favorite painting since his tastes are so vast, but when it comes to more famous paintings and artists, The Starry Night and other Vincent Van Gogh paintings are definitely some he most loves.

books: They're both big fans of fantasy books for sure, I mean that's basically canon, so you bet they read almost every single one of Tolkien's releases. They've read Lord of the Rings like 10 times by now, The Hobbit around 50 (they especially love it since it's a shorter and lighter read), Unfinished Tales of Numenor, etc... Mike, although he'd never admit it, loves romance books. Will hates them, but would never seriously judge Mike about it (he will poke some fun at him from time to time, though).

songs: Mike will listen to just about anything, and he especially loves Will's music taste, which basically consists of grunge-y rock artists like The Cure and The Smiths, and i feel like they'd probably jam to Friday I'm in Love, sob their eyes out when Asleep, Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now or Boys Don't Cry start playing, etc. They have a lot of fun just sitting and listening to music together.

musicals: Little Shop of Horrors.

poems: Will isn't the biggest fan of poetry, Mike likes it and has even tried writing some himself, but it didn't really stick. He doesn't follow any specific artists, mainly liking whatever he comes across. He likes things with a lot of meaning tied to them, for sure.

god this was a lot