#this is like.... not answering your quetion at all

[zg0nuwa]

Hi I really love ur Dante fics, in just my humble opinion you got his goofy ass character right.

I'm gonna take advantage that ur request is open heehehe can you do Dante x sorcerer reader she's one of the strongest in their generation. I think it's kinda cute Dante with his demon hunting stuff and Reader with her witchy stuff. Couple goals✨ Also she made contract with strong demons to fight for her. Plus she kinda have no mercy if an individual gets on her nerves (I'm taking about making them vomit slugs or disfigured their faces with magic or transform their body into a bug and imprisoned it inside a jar IM GANNA STOP I'VE BEEN WATCHING HARRY POTTER TOO MUCH)

The whole DMC crew is probably relief that reader is on their side and not on the enemies

𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐚 ; “𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧”

thank you so much!! also i'm really sorry it took this long to post it... also if thats not an issue i included a name for a demonic companion of yours

dante sparda x gn!sorcerer!reader

warnings ; reader is reffered to as a witch what could suggest they're female but other than that gender is not mentioned

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ i feel like you two would start on bad terms. this has potential for some good enemies to lovers trope but in a business way. dante has his own demon hunting shtick but one day he gets informed of a rising competition and it's not the best news for someone on a tight budget.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ definitely met you on one of the jobs. probably wasn't even his job but yours. he just couldn't help himself. not everyday you get to hear about another demon hunter in the game.

as you explored deeper into the abandoned werehouse you could feel another demon-like presence. at first it didn't bother you, probably some another wild creature that escaped the limbo of hell. but step after step the air around started to get heavy and warm. something that usually does not happen on the job.

when you enter the next room you find the culprit. a man in a long red jacket, tangled white hair, holding a sword on his shoulders. but wait... the sword... it looks familiar. "what is a sparda son doing here of all places?" you said as you walk in the mans direction.

as on cue the man in quetion turned to you holding up his sword up to your chin. "let's call it... a business meeting. wanted to discuss some things with you sweetheart."

you could clearly hear the mocking undertone of his statement.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ things would only get worse from that point on. he would intrude on your assignments and you would "accidentally" send out your beloved pet (if you could call it that) to rough him up. not actually hurt him but just to give him a challenge.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ he once called you a "witch starting with a b" and even after you two got together you did not forgive him.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ as powerfull as you are you have nothing on dante. which one time resulted in him saving your ass. you wanted to be mad or even just angry about the fact he interrupted your job again but if he really didn't want competition why would he save you? that day brought you more questions than answers.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ you don't know when or where it started but at some point both of you started helping eachother out on jobs. and before you know it. boom. you start working together.

to say the crew was bewildered when dante brought an unfamiliar face through the door would be an understatement. they were suspicious and on guard. the first one to speak up was the tall blonde in black leather attire “who is this.” it was more of a demand than a question.

“this, ladies and gent’s is the new addition to our lovely team. don’t worry they won’t bite. i think.”

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ on the first few assignments nico, lady, trish and nero were all cautious with you. as in they barerly spoke to you no matter the circumstances. they only opened their mouths to give directions on where to go next.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ for some time the only people (not really people but yk) you could confine in were dante and your loyall companion - abaddon*. but they both sent you off with a "give them time." so you did.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ when this time around you saved dante they started to warm up to you and to abaddon.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ ok enough of that. let's focus on you and dante now. when he first started to feel something he literally thought you put some kind of love potion or spell on him. obviously you did not but let a man dream ig?

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ abaddon would be your wingman from now on. constantly shoving you into dante or putting both of you in compromising positions. one time he even pretended to fall asleep in front of a door and locked you in the dmc van.

"i'm really sorry for him. i don't know what's going on with him recently." you said with your head in your hands while on the verge of a breakdown. this was not the situation you wanted to be in and you expected dante to not be enthusiastic about the ordeal either. to your surprise...

"don't sweat it. i actually don't mind being stuck here with a pretty demon whistler." you don't know what struck your attention more the i don't mind part, the pretty part or the demon whistler part.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ that day a lot of confessions were made. both of you talked about your story of how you ended up in the business and well the confession you never expected.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ two words. power couple. when you work it's like you're reading eachothers mind.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ he had a lot of questions. if you work with demons and he's technically part demon does that mean you could like order him around and stuff? and trust me the questions do not end. every day he comes up with like 20 more.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ once asked you if you could bake an infinite pizza and his argument was that "well you're technically a witch so you know spells and stuff? i don't see why that would be impossible?"

*The Hebrew term Abaddon (Hebrew: אֲבַדּוֹן ’Ăḇaddōn, meaning "destruction", "doom"), and its Greek equivalent Apollyon (Koinē Greek: Ἀπολλύων, Apollúōn meaning "Destroyer") appear in the Bible as both a place of destruction and an angel of the abyss. In the Hebrew Bible, abaddon is used with reference to a bottomless pit, often appearing alongside the place Sheol (שְׁאוֹל Šəʾōl), meaning the resting place of dead peoples. (in the story he's like v's shadow but you can choose how he looks)

[ruthplaysthesims]

Alonzo: Mija, your dinner is ready!

Carla: Coming!

Alonzo smiled to himself as the oven timer went off. The manicotti he had prepared came out just as he had hoped for.

Alonzo: (Yesenia would be proud.)

Carla: What's for dinner, Abuelo?

Alonzo: I made manicotti. Your favorite!

Carla smiled, hugging her grandfather in gratitude. She sat down and he placed a plate before her.

Alonzo: Are you not hungry, mija?

Carla snapped out of her thought bubble.

Carla: Oh, no, no. I am.. I just.. Abuelo? Have you heard anything from Carlos lately?

Alonzo sighed heavily, his thoughts consumed by his granddaughter's constant concern for her brother. It was impossible to deny his own worry for his only grandson, Carlos. Since the tumultuous legal battle over his sister's custody, Carlos had changed irrevocably. The once vibrant and cheerful boy had vanished, leaving behind a shadow of his former self. Alonzo couldn't forget their last conversation, where Carlos vowed to return as a better man. Alonzo couldn't fathom what "better" meant in this context; to him, Carlos was already perfect. He was the resilient boy who had shouldered responsibilities far beyond his years, protecting his sister from their troubled father's alcohol-fueled outbursts. He had faced loss and adversity with a bravery that belied his age, all for the sake of his beloved sister.

Alonzo: Listen, mija. I know how much you care about your brother, and I want you to know that I share your concern. You and your brother have been through things I won't wish on an enemy. He has done a wonderful job raising you and keeping you safe. I wish I could give you an answer that will relieve us both, but I haven't heard anything from him.

Carla looked at her plate, tears welling in her eyes.

Alonzo: But I know deep down he is doing very well. He is working very hard and when he comes back, we'll have a party for him. Until then, we can only hope and pray he is doing well. I promise the next time I get in contact with him, you'll be the first to know, okay? Let that necklace be a constant reminder of your brother's promise.

Carla: Yes, Abuelo..

Alonzo: Tell you what, mija. Once this school year is over, I have a special surprise for you.

Carla looked up from her plate.

Carla: A surprise? What is it?

Alonzo: Now, mija. I can't tell you until the school year is over. Finish your dinner and go to bed. You have school tomorrow.

*IN CARLA'S BEDROOM*

Carla: (I know Abuelo said not to worry... but it's pretty hard not to. Does he not love me anymore...? That's ridiculous... I should not be thinking like this!)

Carla flinched at the sound of the immense thunder clap outside.

Carla: *soothing herself* It's okay, Carlita, everything is going to be alright. It's okay, Carlita.. everything is *yawn* going to be aliright..

*a few hours later*

Meanwhile in Tartosa...

Just to answer a few quetions some of y'all might have.

No, Carlos hasn't cut them off. He just rarely speaks to his family as the job is time consuming, especially with him being at the very top of the secret agent career. He has a burner phone he rarely uses. He kows how easily he can be tracked. Especially because he is responsible for a gang leader's death.

He is not allowed to disclose what he does to anyone (that was in his contract)

[kieranpon-nogood-awful-semester]

7. How do you choose which POV to write from?

11. Link your three favorite fics right now

16. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Share one of them?

23. Best writing advice for other writers?

(Hope you don't mind that I sent multiple)

7. How do you choose which POV to write from?

I choose the POV on what I think is best for the scene I want to show in mind. Example being the end of chapter 6. Yeah I could've written the scene from Kieran's perspective, but having Juliana, the only one who hadn't drank the punch, see it affecting Kieran I thought could make for an interesting switch. Same goes for the Carmine POV in chapter 12. I wanted to add some good Carmine and Kieran sibling shenanigans and writing it from Carmine's POV and how shes handling things I felt could add some interesting drama.

11. Link your three favorite fics right now

Sweet and sour Dipplins, Teal Mayhem, Everything from the Easedropper Series

16. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Share one of them?

So so many, some are one shots, some are whole multi chapter fics. Sequels to Another no good, Au's of the au. One right now im really spinning is an Au where Kieran had enough of the bullying and became like his indigo disk counterpart, thralling pokemon to work for him and overthrow the league.

23. Best writing advice for other writers?

PLAN. It doesnt need to me a super indepth doc, and you dont need 100% planned right away, but its a good idea to have whole planning sessions that are dedicated to mapping out the next 3 or 4 chapters. if your doing a oneshot, a plan for what events happen in what order is a good idea. Again it doesn't need to be super fleshed out, it just needs to make sense to you what order of events are happening. An example this is the first half of chapter 12 laid out in my planning doc:

It goes over the main beats, but leaves room to add stuff (like the carmine scene which wasnt originally planned).

And I dont mind multiples at all! I love answering quetions on my fic and process.

[dynamic-k]

Me me has a quetions :3 when did you start writing and where do your ideas come from?

-BK

Ooh, that's a tough one.

Hmm. Well, I know I started getting a like for writing in the 3rd grade. I'd done some random school two-paragraph assignment and Mrs. Meusen, my lovely teacher whom I still remember to this day, had returned everyone's papers with our grades.

And she liked to write custom messages along with the overall score and stars.

She told me in her little markered note at the top of my paper, that my writing was well structured and I make a good author. Something like that, I don't remember exactly how it was phrased, but it was a compliment to my writing.

I have no memory of what I wrote, though. It wasn't significant.

That was probably the first jump-start encouragement I got, though how it affected me in the future was probably subconscious for the most part. It's not the driving force that I remember on a regular basis as "Ah, yes, this event here is what started it all."

That long ago compliment just came to mind when I really started thinking about what the answer to your inquiry was.

My ideas just spawned into existence from my imagination. I was always the kid that found immense joy in reading books and also staring off into space. The wall. The ceiling. Out a window.

I once got lost in space during my 2nd grade Spanish class, while we were doing TESTS.

And I was lost in space, not really looking at what I was looking at... Well, I was apparently looking at someone else's test, lol. Got scolded. XD

My dreams were often the source of cool ideas also. I had entire MOVIES worth of action and everything. Sleeping was always a well anticipated privilege...

I wonder why. 👉👈

I remember my very first fanfiction was written for a comic series, Mega Man by Ian Flynn.

Cool robots, action, adventure, fights, suspense, a whole assortment of my favorite types of things to enjoy from any media, be it novel, comic, or movie.

It was... really bad. My family tells me it was good for my age at the time. The ONE friend I randomly decided to share the old google Docs with also gives me positive feedback, but... ehhhhhh.

There's reasons I haven't continued it further for years. It was pretty bad, in my eyes. I definitely had so much fun writing it though. It was a self-insert, sort of? But with an OC that had cool characteristics I just liked. Not really me, but a character that was an amalgamation of ninja skills, smarts, and powers. And was very much, as the term goes [that I would learn about just a few years later], a "Mary Sue". An overpowered character.

At least, my character still had a plethora of issues, and as the story progressed, I found ways to insert Nora [the aforementioned OC] into problems and lessen the overpowered aspects a bit.

I learned from that work. A lot.

I guess, if anyone is really interested, I can post the links to the old docs. I don't suppose I mind all that much, though I'm warning you all. I ATTEMPTED ROMANCE.

AND IF YOU ALL KNOW ME AND MY CURRENT HABITS... YOU KNOW I SAY ON A REGULAR BASIS THAT I CAN'T WRITE ROMANCE.

It was written by 13-year-old Scarlett. She doesn't exist anymore.

I think I somehow got off topic, why am I talking about my first fanfic...

Anyway!

I wrote a lot of other stories also.

I had originals.

I had fanfics. [My hyperfixation on Beyblade Metal Fusion remains dormant to this day, but I still remember all the ideas I never wrote down yet]

I had dreams that I attempted to normalize and remove dream-weirdness from for story material.

I had school assignments that were fairly tame as far as action, but I kept the docs anyway.

And then I tried to publish stuff.

[By this, I mean, on the Archive. I had technically posted fanfiction before on fanfiction.net but we don't talk about those abominations...]

I was in a Lego Monkie Kid hyperfixation at the time, and was currently on the cliffhanger of season 4. [Before the special came out, I mean.]

And I had a very very vivid dream scenario one night, where my brain decided to imagination its own ending and wrapped up plot for the cliffhanger of season 4.

I decided to post it. And I still have more ideas that I have yet to sort out and add more chapters to the fic, but that was the first published work on the Archive, I think.

And... it was romantic focused, actually. The one OC was a character that fit well into the series, and wasn't just an annoying rendition of overpowered characteristics. (I TELL YOU. I LEARNED FROM "NORA")

And, well, my dreams are good at imaginating romantic scenes. It's just my brain doesn't know how to make it sound good with words yet.

I'll get there... 😅

To get back to the point I seem to keep deviating from as I reminisce over older works and my author journey as a whole: I have come very far.

My first Alan Becker fanfic, was A Second's Tale. Which, until Super Sticks appeared, remained my most popular fic.

It started so SO simply. All I knew was, "NEW HYPERFIXATION GO BRRR!" and "I wanna write a fanfic and post it"

Then it escalated.

The AVA/AVM fandom is still my all-time favorite, and I think it's honestly going to stay that way forever. It's definitely the longest fixation I've ever had.

All my others are dormant, or active in spurts. I have a list of like, 60? 65? fandoms I'm into, lol.

Uhm, anyways, yeah.

That's the summary.

Man, that's another thing I suck at. Summarization.

Look at this long schpiel of words!!

No one gonna read this. XD

TL;DR

I have come far from the 3rd grade.

I still aim to make a difference. Make someone's day with my weird unique sense of humor. Make others inspired. ;]

And my imagination go brrrr for ideas. Dreams are just the best thing ever.

Thanks for coming to my ted talk--

[wanderlust-in-my-soul]

15 people, 15 questions

I got tagged by @ppeonppeonhan @wen-kexing-apologist and @troubled-mind a while ago and finally found the peace in mind to answer these quetions. The holidays are always a stressful time and it feels like I don't have any time for myself to do things... I heard it gets worse the older you get and now I am afraid the next years are going to be over in a blink of an eye 😅 There are so many things I want to do! Anyway, thank you for the tag! 🥰

1. Are you named after anyone?

Nope. My parents liked the name and that is the whole story 😊

2. When was the last time you cried?

A few days ago I watched Howl's Moving Castle and was crying like a baby. I love this movie and what it does to me!

3. Do you have kids?

No, and I don't want to have kids. I like them, I love my niece and nephew, but I don't want my own.

4. What sports do you play/have you played?

I have played softball (Pitcher and Third Base) until I moved and didn't like the local team. So I stopped. I did a little bit Krav Maga, but stopped after my friend stopped too. Yeah, I don't like doing such things on my own.

5. Do you use sarcasm?

Yes. Often and with pleasure.

6. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

It depends? Like appereance wise I guess a facial thing that stands out for me and as soon as I talk to them I listen to their tone and how they talk to me and others.

7. What’s your eye color?

Bluish with a hint of grey and yellow.

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

I hate scary movies. The last scary movie I watched was The Grudge 2 and that fucked with my brain. After the Exorcist I couldn't sleep in peace for a long time. So no horror for me. I do love Vampires and Witches and don't mind those scary movies and Sc-Fi is totally fine with me too - I love the Alien movies, could watch them over and over again (Part 2 is my favorite), but I hate movies like Event Horizon... So I go with happy endings. I love happy endings, but I have watched enough queer movies to appreciate a good sad ending in the right setting. Not every fucking story needs a sad ending, movie industry! There are happy queer stories! Tell them please! One reason why I love bl so much 😊

9. Any talents?

I try to be more self-confident, so: I have many different talents. I have a talent for seeing the beauty in a bad situation. I can comfort my friends and family and give them good advices and make people laugh. I have a talent to learn. I do have different talents and I am proud of them and I would love others to see themselfes with more patience and love and kindness to own their talents, to be proud of them, even though they think, this is lame or nothing special.

10. Where were you born?

Germany. This should be enough information.

11. What are your hobbies

Whatching beautiful series and talk about them or photoshop the shit out of my favorite scenes. And I do have a life besides all that (even if I don't know how I manage to have social contacts with this many shows to watch 😅). But I do Journaling (Bullet Journal and Junk Journal) and I play some "The Dark Eye" and other pen & paper roll-playing games with my friends.

12. Do you have any pets?

No. I always wanted a cat, but I just realised this isn't a good idea. I love to travel and I don't want my pet to be stressed because there are other people coming to their home to feed them and don't play with them and so on. And I work fulltime and won't have that much time for the pet. I do take care of the pets from friends, but most of the times I just move to their homes for the period and spend the days and nights with their beloved pets so they don't feel lonely. It is like a little vacation for me too 😅

13. How tall are you?

I am a tall girl.

14. Favorite subject in school?

German, sports, philosophy and arts.

15. Dream job?

I had so many over the years. But right now I dream of having my own little queer book store with one or two cats and coffee, tea and hot chocolate for the customers and on weekends I would sell selfmade cookies or cake. That would be so lovely.

I don't know who of you already done this one. I am still tagging you and if you have, please just tag me in a comment so I can read a little bit about you 🥰 And as always: If you don't want to play along, just ignore me 🤍 @pose4photoml @leonpob @nieves-de-sugui @bl-bam-beyond @maxescheibechlinichacheli

[scribblyshipping]

hmmm i think i will make you do all of the quetions on that ask meme you just rbd

WOW pretty stoked to do this actually. Theres another ask game I wanna do too SO EXCITEDD LETS GO

🍒 ;  what's you and your f/o's go-to meal to cook and/or order for dinner?

They tend to stay within Scribbly’s safe foods, so stuff like macaroni and cheese, spaghetti, noodle soup- but sometimes if they’re feeling crazy they’ll get Chinese takeout.

🍉 ;  if you and your f/o could go to another world or universe, where would you want to go?

MLP :] Quick doodlie of potential designs.

Ik I have a ponysona but I wanted the designs to match better. Also I came up with both names on the spot, I think they work? I’m also not a fan of Pim’s mane but whateverr

🍵 ;  on a lazy Sunday, what is your favorite activity to do with your f/o?

Depends on the weather, really. If it’s not too nice out, they’re cuddling in bed all day watching the telly. If it’s nice, Pim drags takes Scribbly to the park or Daveland. She’s okay with it, she just struggles with going out sometimes.

☕ ;  what kind of drink would best resemble your f/o?

This is hard!!! I don’t really drink a varied amount of things. I’m just gonna say a strawberry milkshake with a healthy helping of whipped cream :] Sweet and pink just like Pim!!!

💐 ;  what’s your favorite season versus your f/o? 

Scribbly’s favorite leans more towards summer whilst Pim leans more towards spring.

🌸 ;  what's your f/o's favorite type of flower?

BOUQUET BLAST He likes multiple, and their meanings!:

Pink Hydrangea (love and sincere emotions)

Purple Roses (storybook or love-at-first-sight romance)

Pink Tulips (affection, caring, good wishes, and love)

Purple Anemones (protection from evil… he’s still a little on-edge from last year’s Halloween)

Pink Roses (admiration, happiness, and love)

Purple Chrysanthemums (thoughtfulness and care)

Pink Carnations (gratitude and the concept of never forgetting someone)

Purple Campanula (gratitude, humility and everlasting love)

I even put all of them together!!

🧸 ;  what is a song that reminds you of your f/o anytime you hear it? 

Just one? No, take a whole (work in progress) playlist.

🎀 ;  what's your f/o's go to style?

Generally business casual, even outside of work, though every now and then he’ll just wear something he finds comfortable…. Like one of Scribbly’s sweaters.

👑 ;  what book genre would best describe your f/o?

Whimsical fiction that all ages would enjoy :] 

💎 ;  what is your f/o’s preferred love language?

Words!!! He declares his love every day, all the time! He also likes to give gifts if he has the money saved.

Original Ask Game

Since I answered everything on that one… keep an eye out for my next ask game rb! I already have another I want to do ^^

[dojae-huh]

Regarding misinterpretation of a video or information, I think that's a common thing especially in the world of shippers. The other day I found this Jaedo moment and read one of the comments which said actually Jae at that time mentioned Taeyong while he wasn't there so he was shy or idk maybe just a particular laugh while all this time Jaedoists thought this video was one of Jaedo's moments.

https:(.)//youtube.com/shorts/X2-jbTXd75E?si=V-gZVlB_B79gwXXt

I think there must be a lot of possibilities and perceptions because of course what we watch and hear are videos that are cut, edited (even NCT's own content must go through a lot of editing), even running in script, some of it is information without visual evidence. I think this has been passed down for generations in the shipper world that just believe what you want to believe because it won't hurt you and other people. these few weeks have certainly been tough for some jaedoists (re: me. heh) but what can you do. look at edited videos that full of cut and slowmotion or read their fics and fanart, I think we are more than trained to wait for jaedo in a drought 😂. And last I wanna cherish you cause you answer these qna patienly, I bet there are irritating quetion on your inbox that you should read but huh-nim I truly thank you always on cool headed, have a nice day

Link

This was a JaeDo moment.

I find shippers imagining things and gushing over wrong things normal. It is the nature of shipping in the sense most think of this activity (pretending two people are in a romantic relationship without evidence). Even if I sometimes write a sarcastic comment about one or other ship, I do it from a position of an outsider. The problem only arises when shippers start shipwars because noone has a higher ground. Even JaeDo shippers make mistakes and make fake collages, gluing unrelated photos of Jae and Do or deleting a member between them. Despite JaeDo offering genuine interactions.

How many possible scenarios and correct answers exist depends on the situation at hand. Sometimes, with additional knowledge, the answer is very clear, sometimes, indeed, there could be many explanations (even if one of them is more plausible than the other).

I genuinely don't understand complaining JaeDo shippers. Unless all you want is a daily inflow of new moments and to feel like you get more than other shippers. Shippers like thet resemble those people who mindlesly scroll TikTok and Tumblr waiting for a new funny exciting video or post, that gets boring after one view. As for me, the memory of DJJ era moments still feed the fire in my shipper heart like quality coal, heh.

JaeDo moment videos and year end compilations are hours in length. As a ship it not only has more moments than most others (except for TaeDo, maybe), it has moments of "higher quality", more shippery (romantic and memorable), if you will.

Yes, it would be nice to have Jaehyun openly supporting Doyoung's solo, featuring on his album, sending him a food truck. However, if you look at things from another angle, how a couple of silly ShowChamp chicks are now both living very busy fulfilling lives, starring in tv-series and releasing solo-albums, how far they've come, following their dreams and supporting each other. Think about that JaeDo are releasing their albums one after another, with joined activities (127) inbetween, how they will both go to Italy as BAs in demand, etc, etc.... you won't be so sad, you'll see the "worth its own tv-series" love story.

[pieroulette]

Hi yuu!! Hru today!!

I just have so many questions that i want you to answer some are maybe about ur yandere series, my queen, and the angel enhypen series ( so many questions T - T )

1 quetion is how did you come up with the idea of making the yandere route series like for heeseung and jungwon and the other members etc the plots for each member really fascinates me a lot!!)

2.for my queen series i realized that in the beginning it seemed so that jake was a very important charachter and i persume is the person who wanted the dukes daughters painting to stay in the castle is he the member with the biggest connection to the MC or is it someone else???

3. For the my angel series what fascinates me is gow powerful the mc is i so wanna know her backstory and how shes nuch more powerful than the enhypen members and also makes them tempted to be seduced by her.

These are probably all of the questions i have for now!! Please take your time in reading them i probably have more about your other works but i dont really know how to describe them really well! Ps i also notices u have a k 90s fic releasing soon so in really excited about that!! Anyways stay safe!!

- xoxo,♠️ fate anon!!

omg hiii ♠️ anonnie !! <3 and wow omg thank you for all of these it makes me rlly happy!! i would rlly love to answer of them but since most of the stories r pretty new, my answers will prob be short to avoid potential spoilers !!

1) for the yandere series and it's routes, the ideas pretty much came from what i prefer from yanderes cuz i read ALOTTT of yandere fics for many years alrd lol, but most of them never rlly satisfies my own imagination for yanderes but that's okay! also i added some of my personal traits/interests for the plot. but if we have to be a bit specific for a single route, specifically route 1: then the inspirations mainly came from my awful past, and second -> the anime mirai nikki for the ideas of texting + phone. route 2 is like an outlet for my artistic side, plus jungwon is my muse so it all blends perfectly.

2) i can't seem to guess why u said jake when i haven't mention him anywhere in the teasers or the first episode T_T do u mean jay tho? but to answer the next question, i have to say that the entire story for my queen is a little complex and vast, and there are multiples route for each event that i haven't decided which one to go through yet. but for now, i can probably say yes.

3) well, for MC's backstory.. the first episode might be able to suffice your curiosity enough because there will be a glimpse of her past before she became a succubus. but what i can say for now is that of course, it ends on a tragic note. but it's also the reason why she became so powerful in the end anyways.

Thank you very much for all these questions, anonnie! They're really a big motivation boost for me to keep going ngl <3 I wholeheartedly appreciate it that you are curious enough to ask these questions, thank you! Also to hear you being excited for Classic Lovesick makes me really happy that it made me grin lol, thank you!! ♥️

[ninjago-fa-story]

Ninjago FA Prequel: Restart Chapter 4: Home

~~~Acronix's PoV~~~

The day that I was released came just as quickly as prophezised, just three weeks after I woke up from coma. Even the doctors were surprised about how quickly I had healed up, but that probably has something to do with my Elemntal Powers. And just maybe, the pendant Aniela gifted me worked its magic too. After weeks in this quite uncomfortable hospital Gown, it felt nice to be back in somewhat normal clothes. Sure, It was just my Battle Suit minus the armor, but it should be enough until I got new stuff. Aniela was kind enough to slightly alter it to look better, she did not want to leave me in rags, after all. There was some other stuff that I have gradually forgotten about, though I was pretty surprised about my BorgWatch and Phone still working. Sure, there was no cell-service, but all the offline features still worked just fine. I still remember Aniela's reaction when she first saw them. "No way! Phones don't look like that! How does it even work?!"  To be honest, I don't think I can answer that quetion. 

Her home was pretty nice, it was small but had everything you need. A kitchen, living room, full bath and two bedrooms, despite her living alone. I guess she uses the other one for guests or some extra storage. I was immediately amazed by the way the rooms were styled. Despite the old-looking wooden furniture, she combined it with decorations a way it looked pretty modern. It reminded me a little of my childhood home, a style that my sister suggested to combine future and past, to symbolize the power my family holds. 

I took a quick glimpse onto my phone as it started to vibrate ever so slightly, signalizing a low battery. I was lucky to find a power outlet that matched my charger, they have been standartized for ages. Aniela was quick to ask questions once again, though just like before, I had no answer to them. Technology is just as foreign to me as it is for her, just because I am from the future does not mean I know everything about it. it might as well be magic. I put my Watch and MP3-Player aside and went to shower. The lady in pink was kind enough to let me move in with her, it's not like I have places to go.

The shower was more than needed, sometimes all it takes to clear your mind is cold water raining down on you, though I did turn it a little warmer to wash myself. Once I finished after about half and hour I noticed an unfamiliar smell in the air. As soon as I saw the neatly covered table, I knew what that scent was. "Since you can still only consume light food, I decided to cook a traditional dish passed down in my family. It's a simple soup with spices and chicken." "Oh, this looks tasty! Though I did forget to mention that I am a vegetarian... No worries, you spent all this time to prepare it for me, I will eat it anways. Pure respect towards everyone, even if they are from cultures other than my own." That sentence has pleased my roommate entirely. 

There was this one thought that kept plaguing me for a while, I know I can trust Aniela and I really need someone to talk to, after all, I am free to do whatever I want. "Aniela, can I tell you something?" She just nodded quietly. "I was not a good guy where I am from. I was... well... evil, a bad guy. It was not really my choice, but I still feel bad for what I have done. The guilt is what keeps me up at night. I really wish to have the ability to go back in time far enough to change my mistakes, but I know I cannot." "You are here now, with me. I see that you are not really a bad guy. You have told me your story and I can tell it was really not easy for you to do. Out of all the bad guys out there, you deserve a second chance the most. You decided to break free for a reason." "There is one thing that I haven't told anyone ever before. Back then, after our family was murdered... My brother an I set our house on fire to burn the evidence. He was old enough to sit for it and we did not want to be seperated. We have always done everything together. We burned our house down and never even dared to look back, yet the memory remains. I have commited many crimes in the other timeline and I regret every single one of them. Honestly, I was pretty surprised I was not spoken guilty once I came here."

Aniela stayed quiet the entire time, I guess she was to stunned to speak anything at that moment. Though she noticed how close to tears I have been getting talking about my past, it has always been a touchy subject, especially in reference to my parents. She calmly put an arm around my shoulder and pulled me closer until my head was resting on her collarbone. My body became limp and sank in entirely, her heartbeat calming my troubled mind. My mom used to do this to me whenever I felt any sort of negative emotion and I can tell exactly why. I guess it is the part of me that's Tawali that feels this bond to her as if it was physical. It can be compared to the umbilical cord, exept that it's not really there, but always present. Like a mental link. When she died, I felt it in my chest, as if someting was torn apart inside of me, I can't really explain why, but it's something that's subconciously there. Aniela wasn't one of us, but what I feel this very moment, is very similar to that.

Just by the time I calmed down, someone was ringing the doorbell. It was a woman about Aniela's age, her hair a flaming red. It is not someone I recognize, but she was defenitely known around this house, a few pictures hung on the walls made it fairly obvious. "Hi! I am Bethany, Bethany Barnes! You must be Adonis, Aniela's new friend." My mind was a little bit overwhelmed, but I still managed to snap out and agree.

Adonis... A name that was always my own, but also a name that doesn't really fit me. No matter how many times I have been thinking about it, it never really felt right to me. Sure, I was known as Acronix by a lot more people, but even that was just derrivative. Without any obvious explaination, that name made me feel uncomfortable in my skin. There is a lot of things I don't like about myself, but the exact problem can not be found. I just don't know what it was. Maybe it was just all those years I used the face paint and my costume. It covered up pretty much my entire body, so I was not used to seeing myself it without it on. Everything that shows the 'real me' doesn't feel so much like the 'real me' after all. Well, sometimes at least. Today is one of those days, yesterday was different. 

My mind trailed off once again, but I didn't notice until Bethany tried talking to me without success. I saw her lips move, her eyes were clearly directed at me, but I heard no sound. Stuff like that keeps happening sometimes, so I know it will go away enventually. Technically, this is the part where a vision appears, I know that from my sister, but instead of a vivid picture in front of my eyes, my normal vision remains. My body is probably not used to the full element yet, with some time given everything should work the way it was intended. For now, I will just sit down and drink a hot tea. There is nothing else I can do at the moment. 

Bethany was a very kind-hearted woman, something that I never expected to experience, especially directed towards me. We quickly became friends as well. The three of us enjoyed spending evenings with each other, usually watching movies or playing board games. Despite me missing the technological advancements of the future, it felt nice to be back to older times, it just made me realize how much I actually missed out on. An maybe I would be able to see it develop now, instead of bursting in right in the middle of its existance.

~~~

"Hello, are you alright? It must be exhausting to work on this machine 24/7. I got you some leftover food, it's all I could get without being suspicious. Don't worry, it wasn't touched by my hands or my mouth, you can safely eat it." "I didn't doubt that, and I am just a little exhausted, that's all. Thanks for taking care about me." "I try my best, at least. Want a pillow, I am pretty sure you need some rest. I heard that it's not good to stay without sleep for too long." "If you can get one, otherwise I can just use my arms as such." Acronix stood up in exitement, coming back just a few minutes later. "Here, I got a small one to not be noticed, but it should be good enough for now. I can try to get somthing bigger next time!" "It's alright, thanks. It should even fit in this drawer so that I can hide it once your brother arrives. Also, can I ask you a question?" "Of course, ask ahead. I don't bite." The inventor laughed at that. "Why are you so nice to me? There is no need for you to do all this. Unless it's part of your plan to gain my trust just to backstab me..." "No no no! That's not the reason why. I just want to help! i never wanted to be evil, but I am stuck with it. There is no escape now. Just because my brother hates you doesn't mean I have to. I know it's risky, but he doesn't have to know, right? Besides, I truly hate the way he treats you, I could have never imagine what cruelty and inhumanity he's capable of. I genuinely hate Krux, he doesn't even see how much all this hurts me. I just wish that one day, he would understand that this is the wrong path, but the more I try to stir him in the right direction, the more I realise that it is already too late. My acting skills are decent enough to keep this façade up for a while longer, but I feel like I am going crazy with all this! I just want a brother, but not someone like him, someone who actually cares about me. All this time only has been about his stupid plan, defeating the Ninja and winning a battle 40 years in the past. What about the 6-minute-rule! He didn't reverse our family's death because of it, and now he wants to go back 40 entire decades! What the hell is wrong with him!" "People can chance, even though some of them never do, but he is definetely part of the first group. No matter how innocent of a child he has once been, that Cruz is gone. You told me your story, he died alongside his parents, we both know that. He's gone. But you are not alone. Right now, I can understand this feeling more than ever, just know, you are not alone. I will believe in you. I will be there whenever you need me, all you need to do is ask." "I don't want my brother to win this. I want his plan to fail, maybe then he will realize that what he's doing is wrong, how much this pains me. Can you maybe do something for it?" "There is one thing that I could possibly do with this strict surveillance... But for now, please let me sleep." "Alright. I will go watch the door in case my brother comes."

~~~

"My night was relatively good. At least I know who I can trust and who to leave behind. I may be an only-child, but at least I have no manipulative siblings surrounding me. At least, for the first time in forever, I was able to experience what freedom feels like. I genuinely hate you and I wish you weren't my brother and once the time comes, I will let go of the pain you caused, but that time isn't now. Until then, goodbye. I won't miss you. Ace, out..."

[drawerswithouthandles]

I do understand how Aaron accepting the baby can facilitate the reunion. But I can't get how it can help Aaron and Robert to sort out their problems. It will prove once again that Aaron has a heart of gold and nothing else. But it's supposed to be about Robert, his redemption and growth.

This is sadly not directly an answer, cause my issues with this Sl are just super complex and we are not at the end yet. But here are my thoughts on the SL and the Baby, they are super rambly, and maybe a bit more negative, then I want them to be:

What direction this SL is taking depends really on what this SL was actually about.

1. Showing the weaknesses of the relationship - Underlining all the problems, fixing them and bringing them back together stronger and healthier (healthier is reaching, that was never in the promise of the SL, but we can hope)

OR

2. Facilitating the robecca baby, adding a legacy character3. YIKES, 1. + 2. 

The negativity steams mostly from the fact, that this SL burned us over and over again. Robert promised six months he wouldn’t cheat. ED went out if their way linking cheating directly to his bisexuality (It was not “Robert, we were an affaire, you already cheated on Chrissie with me and she was all you wanted! And you cheated on Katie!” it was “Just because I am bi, doesn’t mean I am gonna cheat on you” “No one else comes close” and all that)

Then the cheating happened in the LEAST “I want to cheat and can’t help myself”-way possible. Which is odd in itself, cause this is not about Robert cheating? But about Robert using people? Why add the baby? A direct consequence to his infertility? And make this the main focus of everything?

When the fandom was raging and angry about the ruined bi-rep… all we got was “yeah that’s Robert’s character… he is despicable since birth” “him cheating had nothing to do with being bi” “we agreed that it’s now the time for Robert to cheat on his partner” (I don’t have the original quotes, but this is the gist of it)

And of course she got pregnant, and the first time she even EVER mentioned she was thinking of wanting a child, was after the ONS, which is already pretty horrible, considering, she was most likely brought in to be their incubator. (They could have made her baby friendly from the start, to idk add this aspect to her character, but no?)  Then ED retconned the first abortion, to make sure she stays pregnant, caused by trauma, that old!Robert inflicted on her. 

Everything back then felt so manipulative and awful to watch. And ED was silent, we didn’t get any interviews, where this was supposed to be going… So this horror co-parenting scenario was born in the fandom-head (xD) That Rebecca would be linked to them forever, that the baby is the constant reminder of the cheating (etc.)

IM then promised, that after the reveal we would all know where this SL was heading,... which we did… for one day, but then the bathroom scene happened, where Aaron quoted word for word the fandom fears back to us (Yay ED, thanks for keeping taps)

But still, ED went ahead with the pregnancy, cause this was all just to get Robert into the White orbit. And this is why I can totally understand, that people just… reject this baby. It was a tool from the start, it was this horrible plot device to split the couple up, that we were rooting for - in the most horrible and hurtful way: Including self harm, attempted drug use, violence, lying, wrench throwing.

Nothing about this baby at is core seems like it’s there to give Robert a child or even to face his issues with his father. (let his character grow) If you boil it down, it’s just there to open the doors to home farm and make sure to keep Robert and Aaron apart. (This might change after Sebastian is born)

And this is where its gets tricky.

Was ED always aiming for Nr.1.? Facing and dealing with their issues as a couple - This baby/The Situation has to go/ be resolved at the end of it, cause it’s not meant to be a price to be obtained for being good boys. The reunion, and getting back together and being a family (roblivion) again, was/is the price.

Robert could even still be the father in this scenario, just Rebecca would leave with the baby in the end, or who ever is still standing of the White family.

Was ED aiming for Nr.2, they can just about do anything. Bend everything the way they want to. They never actually wanted to fix anything between them, just add the baby. They could even have Rebecca after ALL the schemes come out, drive with her tiny car to the mill, get out, “Aaron, I can’t do this anymore, I can’t live with this child one more day, he is a reminder of all the lies Robert told!” *hand over Sebastian* *camera goes up* “Take care of him for me, I have to sort my own live out, DJing in Ibiza! See you never!!!” *gets in the car, drives away*

This is like… the worry that people have, that it doesn’t need to make sense, or respect the characters involved. Cause this SL already broke Rebecca… she is not her own character anymore. Even Victoria fans have trouble seeing where she is actually coming from in her overly supportive way towards the baby, never a second thought for her brother or oldest friend. 

1.+ 2. 

This mess, where they would deal with the their issues, reunite them, but ALSO let Robert end up with the child somehow. Is just such a horror, regarding Rebecca. She really was just the walking womb, adding some drama to be relevant until her exit and leaves her child behind. Why EVER she would do that?? But ED can be very surprising, if they want to be. 

PLUS it would just be so disrespectful to Aaron. It was like, the last hurt, that Gordon caused. The unresolved issues at the end of the abuse SL, lead to Kasim, lead to Aaron being in prison, lead to him being cheated on… and now he has to accept this baby in order to be with the man he wants to be.

And ED would play on the fact that Aaron is just this nice of a person. This big hearted person, that could accept this innocent life, take him in and raise him as his own, always reminded in the back of his head, that his husband cheated three weeks after marriage, cause he couldn’t take an argument, that they had, while Aaron was at his lowest.

In this scenario Robert would sort of… get his reward for finally sorting his head out and being less Robert. Which is also a very awful message. Give Robert a son and Aaron some more scars.

This is back to your question, what about Roberts growth? I have absolutely no clue. Aaron at the moment now, doesn’t want Robert back, cause of the baby. What has to change (assuming the baby will stay) ED had to change Aaron (urgh) reverting his growth, him putting someone else (Sebastian) above himself and his own wellbeing again (my personal worst case scenario). 

Nothing here shows any change in Robert (that is not directly linked to Aaron yet)... we sort of have a hint that Robert might get punished for what he does now, but how will he change and grow? Cause him accepting the baby and wanting to be a father is making sure that Aaron stays away (at least this is what ED shows us atm + (SPOILERS: Robert bonding with his son is happening very soon after the birth anyway)) What else can Robert do? Reject the baby? That is not what Aaron wants at all, he wants him to be a dad and involved... So something has to happen from outside, to fix this and push this into another direction.

I just hope this makes sense at the end, that all the wobbly things happening along the way where there for a reason, not just smokescreens to keep us watching and hoping for a better ending.

[lucciluvr]

i miss you's ; portgas d. ace

contains : fluff. soft. comfort? just ace being a love sick puppy. she/her pronouns. grammatical errors. probably typos.

request : "hey mari 🤍 can i request a modern au where ace and takes a break from their relationship and he misses her so he watched her vlogs because they make him smile :)) thanks before <3" — anon

a/n : hi, anon, thank you so much for the request. this was fun to write because ace would be a golden retriever boyfriend TT! i hope you enjoy it ^^. take care and stay safe <33!! and you're welcome with zoro's! you can always attack my requests >:)).

god, he knows the break was mutual but why was it so hard to stay away from you. the break was supposed to let the two of you work and focus on yourselves but everywhere he goes he just thinks '(name) would love it here' or everything he sees he thinks 'she'd love that too'.

when the two of you were still together and not in a break, he'd blow off poor sabo's and luffy's ear gushing about you, now he'd vent about you and how he misses you.

when the nights were bad, he would overthink and doubt your relationship. a lot of couples taking "a break" usually completely breaks up.

"what if i'm just not worth it anymore? maybe i was overbearing or annoying. maybe she got tired of me and wants to break thing off without being direct...?"

he misses you badly his chest hurts. if he could, he'd run to your doorstep even if it was miles away just to hold you again.

he'd often see your posts on his instagram feed and honestly, he's just glad you seem to be doing well. ace promised himself that he won't stalk you as much to also focus on himself but... maybe just one vid? y'know to check up.

you didn't really talked much in your vlogs. it was mostly montages and vids of where you go or what you were doing. he binged watch your newly uploaded ones in one night.

usually, he's somewhere in your vlogs, mostly when you're at home and the two of you would eat or play together. it's been a few weeks and he wasn't there so a few people in the comments asked about with little to no response.

one morning, you uploaded a q&a video, addressing or answering assumptions or quetions. he put in on when he was doing his daily morning workout.

"gojoslefttoe asks 'did you break up with your boyfriend? he's not in your videos or posts lately'." when he heard the question, he stopped to focus on the video anticipating your answer.

"oh, my boyfriend! no, we didn't break up, we just took a break but we're good, i promise. i'd never break up with him, it's either he breaks up with me or we're never breaking." you giggled.

this made ace's heart melt. his doubts dissipitated into more love and trust, if that was even possible. he missed you badly, he misses your touch, your cooking, your voice, everything about you.

"then why'd you two took a break?" you read the following questions. ace was relieved you weren't avoiding the topic at all.

"well, as corny as it may sound, i wanted to work on myself more so we decided we'll mutually work on ourselves and take a break. " you scratched your head, a mannerism you have when you're perplexed.

"yeah, i do miss him. i could just jump in his arms right now. i don't know if he's watching this, but knowing my boyfriend, he probably is. i miss you ace, i hope i see you soon," you formed your hand to a heart and giving your heart stopping smile that made him fall in love with you before moving on to a different subject.

he didn't finish his work out.

ace definitely feels a lot better and more confident in your relationship now. it helped with his overthinking and he started working out on his self worth and outlooks in life.

he often comments 'i miss you's and 'can't wait to see you again' in your comments and you'd pin and like it. the thing that did it for him was when you start your intro with "hello everyone! and ace ^^" with a small heart.

he started gushing about you again to sabo and luffy. the two were relieved ace was back on his feet but sick of hearing about you. luffy would go out with his friends and sabo would go on dates with koala.

he would share your post to his story and tweets, it's honestly adorable. your videos were always on whenever he eats, clean, work out, play games, and before sleeping. the room would be dark and he'd be under this blanket with a smile on his face and screen on full brightness smiling as he watches you, mumbling 'i miss you' before drifting to sleep.

he can't wait to see you again. every day is a day full of smile and laughter whenever you're around, and he couldn't have wanted it any other way.

© lucciluvr

[hallibahar]

So I had decided to rewrite bb!Lyme/Adessa interaction. The previous one I wrote is here if you're interested.

Nero won’t get away with this, she had promised to herself. There was no way to forgive her mentor who had decided to make her meet with a woman who probably would skin her out and eat her corpse with absolute satisfaction, not to mention even she wouldn't be a breakfast for Adessa.

Maybe it’s Lyme who is thinking so much -who is impulsively angry over everything and everyone, oh well- but standing there on the probably the most expensive oak possible, proved that she definitely was right about to freak out and prefer to have a second Arena rather than facing this.

She actually doesn’t because new Victors simply doesn’t wish that but that’s beside the point and surely waste of time because the door knob slowly moved with the weight pressured by the other side like stabbing a corpse in the guts  and finally the door opened and revealed a cool-faced-but–annoyed-in-the-details older woman which even the bravest people wouldn’t want to face because who wants to die as a scientific experiment?

(Though Snow knows there are actual people who want to experience that.)

“You’re late.” says Adessa, so neutral that it might have killed a Capitollian paparazzi who probably drinks gossip blood instead of wine.

Funny thing is Lyme could answer anything about how to murder a tribute, or how to clench your jaw so hard that it breaks another person’s bone but not any kind of decent quetion about one’s horrible timing.

The elite etiquette in a pantsuit clears her throat and it clear as a day Lyme failed her village manner test which Adessa probably, no, unquestionably, taking charge of; what would you expect from a woman who dissected a tribute but didn’t even drink a single drop of blood. And after all of this chaos of thoughts there was only a word one could say: “Sorry.”

Adessa nods, not what she expected but a Victor’s life wouldn’t be a Victor’s life if everything went as predicted. “No worries, child, come inside.” Lyme is everything but a child but try telling that to a woman who still is remarkably terrifying to this day.

Inside of the house was surprisingly clean from the scent of, well, everything which is relieving since memory of Artificial Hell -the Arena- carved its mark to her brain and threatened to burst whatever sanity she had left.

Adessa gestured to her cloak and said it’s better to take it off and yes, the real world.

“I, erm, didn’t bring any gifts to you.” Lyme said out of the blue, surely people would bring something small to the host, especially if they are twenty six Arenas older than you.

“It’s the thought that it counts,” Adessa says and Lyme tries so hard not to look at her rudely because of their height difference -if Lyme was a mountain, Adessa would be a meadow-  and, honestly, her neck hurts. The feeling must be mutual. “Though, I do not think you would find something my taste before meeting me either.”

Right.

 “Okay…” the silence between them was awkward -how do you even talk to other murderers if you don’t have your mentor with you?- and if it was not Adessa’s smoothness about leading her to a presumably a dining room, then Lyme would spend the rest of her afternoon there instead of taking a pretend nap. 

It did not take long for her to see a neatly designed table with a bunch of porcelain cups and bright looking napkins tucked under a pair of saucers.  “I doubt you know how important it is to maintain your aura while you eat something.”

“I believe I don’t.” 

“Well, everybody learns at their own pace, my dear and obviously I shall help you.”

~~~

An hour or so later, Lyme had a realization of the century that she does not have a single fucking talent about the fucking table manners and such, or she does but to her, it feels as weird as bows, like, why do that when you can do whatever the flying thing you want? 

She tripped when she was carrying a tray and remembered the damn balance but forgot the focus; tea splashed across the floor like a lake with a really wrong colour and the cup’s core is rocks for it which is as metaphorical as she can get about the situation.

“Ah, careful. Someone will clean it, but you’re almost there.”

Lyme almost didn’t hear Adessa, who apparently didn’t catch the younger Victor’s very interested gaze at the sharpness of the glass shards, so sparkly and white that the blood would look marvelous on it. Her blood is strangely dark, as dark as the lipstick Callista usually wears in her interviews, and it’s a shame that it will be stuck in Lyme’s body forever and no one else would see it like the enraged monster inside her.

Adessa snaps her fingers in front of her. “Now, be a dear and pour me tea without spilling a drop.” She misses Nero and his Neroness.

(But he won’t know about that.)

[hwauas]

🕊️: "the lost prince", 4

park seonghwa | 박성화 - 2,880 words

you frowned at the sudden reaction from your mom. it was very curious to you. and you suddenly remembered the gaze the two policemen gave each other when you mentioned that same thing.

you were so confused about this whole situation.

     you thought you were living a pure nightmare: everybody seemed to know everything but you, and you were powerless to this ignorance from you. your boyfriend was in a hospital, you were trying to find his real family to soothe their pain from the loss, and give Seonghwa all his answers, but everybody was throwing a spanner in your works

     everybody around you seemed to know something, and no one ever told you anything. this was very overwhelming to you. bad feelings started to grow up inside of you: distress, anger, helplessness, uselessness.

     “mom, what's happening? who is fleur-de-lis? what did fleur-de-lis leave? why would fleur-de-lis be back? i'm so done with everybody hiding things from me! i'm just trying to resolve my boyfriend's problem, to try and find his family. why is everybody being so focused on this fleur-de-lis thing!”

you started to walk around. you pushed back your hair while walking, and took a deep breath to try and call down a little. the whole situation was getting on your nerves already, and it was just the beginning of your case.

     “did Seonghwa tell you something about this?”

she was pale, as if she just saw a ghost. her tone was contrasting a lot with yours. the room held a mix of two opposites: the hot and the cold. your anger and her shock.

     “no. nothing. listen mom, you stay here. i'll do it on my own, alone. if you need something, just call me.”

as you were about to leave, your mom grabbed your wrist.

     “y/n. if you want some informations about fleur-de-lis, you should meet this old lady you talked to a lot, running the library. she'll help you way better than me to answer your quetions.”

     you left your place right after, just nodding. you were too angry to think straight at this moment.

     besides the fact it seemed to be more complicated than you thought, everybody seemed to hide something from you. if they knew why did Seonghwa's "mom" called him this way, and if they knew something about fleur-de-lis and its meaning, wouldn't it be easier for you to find his family? instead, they were all shocked yet quiet.

     on your way to the library, you were thinking about what could this lady say to you about fleur-de-lis. would she answer your questions? tell you a lot more about it? about the meaning?

the fruit you were eating while walking seemed tasteless compared to the bitter sensation of others knowing something about fleur-de-lis but you, and compared to your anger — slowly fading away. the last shades of anger within you was because of the necessity to run across the city to have answers.

     but a whole mystery was planning over Seonghwa and his whole family, and you had to resolve first this fleur-de-lis enigma.

     when you reached the library, less angry, you found the lady you were looking for at the back of the shop, reading an old book — you could tell it was an old book because of the yellowish pages.

you slowly approached her with a little smile. she looked up at you as soon as she saw you coming closer.

     “my child! it's been a long time! how are you doing? you're stunning. you know that?”

you smiled at her cute behaviour. it was very heartwarming to see her being this welcoming to you. it was soothing your anger.

     “i'm doing good. don't worry about me. and you?”

     “i'm good. old but strong, you know?”

she giggled, showing off she was just making fun of herself. you always liked her self-mockery.

“what brings you here today? are you looking for new books? you already finished the ones i recommended you?”

     “no, i didn't finish them yet. but i'm reading them, don't worry!”

you sat besides her, on an empty chair. you were looking at her with the tiniest smile ever, yet with bright eyes.

“no, i'm coming for something else.”

     “tell me.”

she put her book on the little desk, and turned over to face you.

     “do you know anything about.. 'fleur-de-lis' ? my mom told me i could ask you for informations about.. this.”

the old lady seemed to be surprised. was 'fleur-de-lis' a taboo? something no one can talk about? why did everything act like it was very important?

     “fleur-de-lis is a quite sad story.. years ago, the Queen gave birth to a lovely son. their only son. he was the King's heir apparent. all the country absolutely loved the nation's prince. he was adorable. his parents were loving him so much, treasuring him.”

the old lady glanced over a vase with flowers in it.

“they never revealed their son's name. they always called him fleur-de-lis. even there, in the castle. only his parents know his real name.”

     “sorry mama but...”

you frowned at this information. it increased your curiosity.

“why did they were calling the prince fleur-de-lis? i mean, i can understand they wanted to keep his name a secret, but then.. why did they choose this?”

     “this flower especially represents the royalty. the power, the glory, and the success as a King or a Queen.”

you nodded to show her you understood this point.

“but this peace the kingdom knew didn't last. the little prince was 1. 13 months, to be exact. when the Queen and the King woke up, their son was nowhere to be seen. they immediately started to look for him all around the land. everybody were looking after this little boy. but no one ever found him. the kingdom's ray of sun disappeared, and took the happiness with him. everybody forgot him as fleur-de-lis. now, he is called 'the lost prince'.”

     you stayed quiet. you never heard about this history. neither him as fleur-de-lis nor him as the lost prince. you didn't even know the Queen and the King had once a son. was it this hurtful for them? in a way, it was showing how close to him the whole country was.

     “why are you asking me this?”

     “because... i had to call for the emergency department yesterday for my boyfriend. since then, he can't leave because the person he called mom all his life is an impostor. i'm looking for his family. i talked a little with her after we discovered the truth and the last thing she said is 'take care of fleur-de-lis'.”

     the old lady was, again shocked. but this time, you understood why.

everything was clearer to you. why did the policemen looked at each other this way, why did your mom became so pale. if this person wasn't lying, you were dating the lost prince.

     but the problem wasn't resolved. how to prove that? how to say that to him? how will he react? were you really able to solve this problem now?

     “i see... thank you mama. i'll solve this problem. i promise. i'll give my boyfriend back to his family. and if he is the lost prince... i'd be the happiest if i could give back this kingdom their lost prince.”

     “y/n! wait! please... what is... his name?”

      you stopped moving when she called you. and with a little smile:

“he is fleur-de-lis, the lost prince.”

     you winked, and walked out of her shop.

     you felt bad for hiding this from her. she helped you a lot figuring out about this problem. and she helped you solve a huge part of the problem. but you couldn't betray Her Highness and His Highness and reveal his name — if he really was the lost prince. you had to respect their choice. and you weren't even sure he was the lost prince.

     with all these new informations, you needed to ask few questions to Seonghwa now. maybe he could help you having more answers to your questions. so you naturally started to walk towards the hospital.

     you didn't even dare to look at your phone. you knew you would have a lot of messages from your mom — she was very curious and couldn't even try and control it. seeing Seonghwa was, for the moment, your priority.

     reaching Seonghwa's hospital room was a relief for you. if you thought at the very beginning of this day that you were facing a problem hardly solvable, you were now looking at the new informations which helped you progressing in solving this problem.

     hope and determination were growing inside of you, and flourishing.

     you entered the room, a bright smile. Seonghwa was here, sitting down on a chair, next to the window. the sun was illuminating his face, revealing his melanin and natural beauty to you. your heart skipped a beat, and two, before you could move.

     “baby.~”

you approached him, and sat on a chair next to him. he immediately look up at you. he had a little smile, but his eyes were more expressive: they were shining.

“how do you feel?”

     “a lot better. i wish i could go out. i feel a little bit lonely here...”

you noticed he was playing with his fingers. you knew it meant he was very annoyed by this aspect of the situation.

     “and... can i do something about this, babe?”

you softly took his hands in yours. you would always be here by his side to try and make things easier for him to live. it was unnecessary for him to worry about that. and you wanted him to feel this in your gesture.

     “i feel a little bit guilty for asking you this but.. can you stay with me this night?”

he was avoiding your eyes, yet tightening his hold around your hands.

     “anything you want. i will stay with you tonight. and the next nights until you go out. i promise.”

you rubbed his hands softly with your thumbs. and before the silence was too loud in this room, you started to talk again.

“Hwa, i'd like to ask you some questions...”

     “yes, sure y/n. i'm listening.”

his soft gaze was back on your adorable face.

     “i know you don't remember well your childhood but.. i'd like you to try. for me, please. did she ever call you fleur-de-lis?”

you saw Seonghwa lowering his head. when you saw few lines on his forehead, you knew he was just trying hard to remember for you, to help you. and you were thankful...

     “i.. i don't think so. but, i don't know why... it doesn't sound unfamiliar to me.”

Seonghwa shoot his head up to look straight into your eyes.

“why? did you came back because you discovered something?”

     “kinda.. i did discover something, but i'm not sure at all about this information. and i think few people can help me solving this problem. you're one of them.”

when Seonghwa squeezed your hands, you felt like it was a sign from him to keep going.

“do you know why the very first pictures of you you have are pictures when you were 15 months?”

     “i thought it was very curious too. so i asked her. she told me she didn't have any reasons to take pictures of me from the very first day i was born, to the very first steps i made.”

     you nodded at this information. it was very interesting: after that, Seonghwa had a lot of pictures if him. dozens, and maybe hundreds. she was taking pictures of him very often.

“okay, then listen. i asked for informations about fleur-de-lis. what is it. who is it. what does that mean. the old lady running the library i'm often visiting told me everything. to summarize, fleur-de-lis is the Queen's and King's baby who disappeared when he was 13 months. they always called him this way because they wanted their baby's name to stay a secret. even the people working at the castle don't know the baby's name. and they were calling you fleur-de-lis. what if.. it was linked? maybe i'm crazy to think about this! but what if you were fleur-de-lis, their child? all the puzzle pieces are fitting! you don't have pictures of yourself before you were 15 months because you weren't living with her. she's not your biological mother, not your official mother because she just.. kidnapped you. she was wanted, everyone was looking for the person who kidnapped the prince. she couldn't go with you somewhere and make proper papers with you as her son. that's why she had to hide her identity? why she made false papers? because everybody wanted to find her!”

the adrenaline was rushing at a light speed through your veins. everything seemed to match.

     “am i the one who actually got drugged? i CAN'T be him. i'm not a prince, please, y/n. think about it again. it's not a fairy tale.”

     “i AM serious! you, first, think about it! i'm not asking you to believe it, i'm asking you to considerate it!”

as you were talking with Seonghwa, you heard knocks on the wooden door. you both straightened up to look at it.

     “are you Choi y/n?”

you nodded, a bit lost about what was happening.

“i'm a police officer. i'm working on the case regarding mister Park to find his family. since he can't leave the hospital, and you're the one who gave us informations about the lady who pretended to be mister Park's mom, can you please follow us to the police station? she got arrested. we need someone to indentify her.”

     you were stunned by their words. did the fact you mention 'fleur-de-lis' yesterday got them being more involved in the case?

Seonghwa had to squeeze your hands for you to be back in the present.

     you nodded, feeling again the hope growing up inside of you. as complicated this problem seemed to be, things were progressing quickly. it was like a relief for you, and for Seonghwa. maybe he wouldn't stay here too long?

you kissed Seonghwa's forehead, and left to follow the policemen.

     the ride to the police station was too quiet for you. you needed to know if they knew as much things as you. if they were also thinking that Seonghwa may be the lost prince.

     “do you think.. she was right when she called him 'fleur-de-lis'?”

     “we can't exclude the possibility she was the one who kidnapped the prince sixteen years ago. but first, we need to be sure we're holding the right woman.”

     “what will happen if i tell you she's the one he called mom all his life?”

you nervously played with your fingers.

     “we can't take the decision by ourselves to proceed to a DNA test. we need the child's parent agreement since he's not major, however we're looking for his parents. we will interrogate her, and of she admits she kidnapped him, we'll inform the Queen and King we found the prince. only then, a DNA test can be done — if they want to.”

     knowing they were, just as you, thinking Seonghwa may be the lost prince made you a little bit happier. you weren't crazy or too obsessed with the idea to find his family that you started to believe harebrained things. you were right when you started to have faith in this possibility: you couldn't exclude the possibility of him being the lost prince.

     things seemed to be clearer. this seemed to be obvious: you will go to the police station, you will identify her as the kidnapper, she will admit what she did, and Seonghwa will finally know the truth about his family and will live with them.

     but then, a whole another aspect of the situation hit you: if Seonghwa is the prince, what is going to happen when he will come back there, with his parents..? will you be able to live your idyll with him..? your worlds, which were the same until now, will they stay like that..? his world will necessarily be different from yours. after all, you weren't a noble at all...

     the car stopped in front of the police station. you looked through the window. your heart was beating fastly. you almost felt nauseous.

what your reaction will be in front of her?

you stepped out of the car, and followed the two policemen. they waisted no time and led you to a room. in front of you, through a window, there was a table. two chairs at each side of the table.

     “don't worry. she can't see you.”

with that, the policeman knocked on the door. inside the room, someone you first didn't see went to the door at the opposite, and opened it.

     she was here. she sat on a chair. she looked tired, and both sad and guilty. it was the right woman.

     there you were, with an ultimatum. what to do?

[ettawritesnstudies]

(meant to send this earlier my bad)

For the OC ask game

30. Which one of your OCs would most likely have a secret stuffed animal collection?

32. Which one of your OCs would be the most suitable horror game protagonist and why?

39. Introduce any character you want

50. Give me the good ol' OC talk here. Talk about anything you want

Thank you so much for the ask! :)

30. Enne has a collection of trinkets and knick knacks she keeps because they're pretty or comforting or sentimental, so that definition absolutely extends to stuffed animals. Hannah and Cecelia both have not-so-secret collections piled on their beds.

32. I don't play horror games, but I did listen to the magnus archives so I'm going to interpret this as "which of my OCs would best fit the role of Jon Sims?", the answer being Madelyn 10000%. She's got the tragic flaws, paranoia, and general "fuck around and find out" energy to fit the role. Its a good thing I'm not writing a that kind of story for her, but fantasy and horror have a terrific overlap in how they both deal in possibilities - the wondrous or dreaded "what if" so I'm sure Laoche might be blurring the lines just a bit.

39. This OC isn't WIP related, they're a dnd character from an Eberron campaign I'm playing with my college friends and they're such a menace. I normally play the socially-awkward mom-friend caster of the group because my friends are all so chaotic, but rn I'm an arcane trickster rouge and the chance to lie through my teeth and sneak into high security factories is just.. so fun?

Anyhow I should actually introduce the character lol. Their name is Min, and they're a changeling that grew up with a noble kid named Veri, but they had a bad fallout years ago. Veri went into the city's politics/police while Min ended up on the street, and started establishing a crime ring to get back at him. Their multiple personas all supposedly report back to "Larua the Leige of Theives" (who of course is also Min), and Veri's become a Javert kind of figure dedicated to hunting down this crime boss. They've been going at this game of cat-and-mouse for *years* and now Min is recruiting the other players to her ring to plan a heist! I rolled three nat 20s in a row in our first session and it was a blast

50. ooooooohhhhh.

I've been kind of obsessed recently with figuring out Luca's character arc for Storge because in my first draft it's kind of there in the subtext but there's so much more I could do with it if I gave his internal monologue and emotions more page time. He's caught between these two virtues - duty/responsibility to his family, lying low, not rocking the boat, working hard, protecting his siblings, and ensuring they have a peaceful future, OR honor/justice, living up to his potential, using his magic to help his community, and resisting the Atilan tyranny.

The way the society works, there's no easy way to have both, and he has to choose between these two equally important values in different situations. He's such a kind person who's been broken too many times to count and he desperately wants to do the right thing but there's no clear answer. As soon as chapter 2, he shows that he's selfless and wouldn't hesitate to put his own life on the line for strangers, but he doesn't want his family to do the same because he doesn't want them to get hurt. It's kind of hypocritical, because they don't want him to die either, but I think his heart is in the right place? He makes a lot of mistakes, but he keeps getting back up again, vowing to do better and I just really love him for that. I hope that made sense! It turned into a philosophy ramble lol

Send me some OC Quetions while I study for midterms?

[museeofmoon]

10 quetion tag game!

thank you yasemin  (@study-van) for the tag!!

1. What would you sing at karaoke and why?

 moonchild, jamais vu, the truth untold, zero o'clock, full moon I'll sing all the songs I love jkajajjaja beside of my broken korean and trashy voice ;-;

2. Do you listen to ASMR? (If you do pls tell me your favorite asmrists bc I’ve an obsession)

I used to when it was more popular but now I don't also not have a fav hehe

3. How would you describe the playlist to your life?

it will be a lofi kind of playlist with very deep meanings and filled with the songs of sky, moon, stars and hopeless romantic vibe but also very loud diss songs and rap suddenly appearing in between for sure.

4. If you were a mythical/fantastical creature, what would you be and what would you look like?

I honestly love to be dragon,I always had an obsession with them and this grew more after I watched spirited away (djsjs) I probably be silver with shades of blue+ purple (basically haku)

5. What is one skill you’d like to have with no effort?

mmm playing instruments,I love instruments like piano and violin but I never had a change to learn it, I remember I used to practice virtual piano on my tablet when I was smol

6. If you were given a thousand dollars and you had to spend it on something frivolous for yourself, what would it be?

'frivolous'this is so unfair Yasemin sjajjajs, I'll buy thousands of flowers and plant them jsjajja

7. Do you have a good luck charm? What is it?

@dreamer-with-awaken-eyes ← this hooman

8. When you were little, what did you think you’d be when you grew  up? Is your reality close to that?

it's not very awful tbh, if I'm talking about Myself I'm pretty with what I'm becoming I can always improve so yes but with the society no

9. What is your favorite animated movie and why?

I haven't watched many yet so I'm going with howl's moving castle

10. If you were in the Avatar universe, what would you bend and why? (I feel compelled to answer this, for me it’s earth)

mmm lightning would be good*･゜ﾟ(^O^)↝

tagging: @redlitmusbluelitmus @stu-dna @sumptuoustudy and any one else who want to do

[endless-vall]

Moving On - Thomas x Isobel fanfic

Summary: It’s time to move on. The quetion remains... Which one is it gonna be, Thomas or Isobel?

Author’s note: Just one or two more chapters to go. Are you ready? 😉

Previous fanfics in this series -  here, here, here, here and here.

Tagging: @drakewalker04​ @ao719 @narrytheworld​ @beardedoafdonutwagon​ @drakewalkerfantasy​ @i-bloody-love-drake-walker​ @catlady0911​ @mcchoices @chetachisblog @god-save-the-keen @furiouscloddonutpeanut @writtenbycandy @asprankle @cora-nova @lilyofchoices @paisleylovergirl @dandeservestheworld @mfackenthal @quacksonlover @blackcatkita @annekebbphotography @badchoicesposts @ab1901 @senseofduties @doroshi-desu @romancehereicome @teraizer​ Please let me know if you wanna be tagged in future works for Thomas Mendez x MC/Moty/Perma tag! Let me know if you want to be untagged!

Isobel remains alone, on the dancefloor.

Her hand raises involuntarily to touch her lips, the sensation of Thomas’ warm lips still tingling, as if still there, on her own.

What just happened? Her mind starts to catch up.

Did they just screw everything up?

After that... things are stricly professional between them.

And honestly? Isobel is... Fine with that.

Even if Thomas didn’t mean to play with her feelings, whatever reason he for kissing her that night... He did.

And Isobel couldn’t take it.

Between having the costudy battle with Guy, being the perfect PTA mom, caring for her child and working two jobs... Isobel had planty of stuff to focus on, so not-thinking-about-Thomas wasn’t that much of a difficult task.

She gets out of her psych evaluation.

“How did you do?” Thomas asks, waiting by the door.

“Fine,” It’s not like she can actually know the result, but Isobel truly has a feeling she aced that test. The evaluator did seem pleased with most of her answers and Isobel could be damned, but she swears she saw the hint of a smile at the end.

“Good.” Thomas nods, distant.

“Yeah, great.” Isobel nods back.

weeks passed, the trial getting closer and closer. Isobel and Thomas never talked about their kiss,

never mentioned it.

And as the trial threatens to arrive-

“Mom?” Zoey asks, severing Isobel’s line of thought completely.

“Yes sweetie?” Isobel looks up from her plate. She’d been frowning at it for the last few minutes, and hadn’t touched her food at all. Zoey must’ve noticed.

“Are you worrying about the trial?” Zoey’s eyebrows raise up in concern.

“I... am.” Isobel admits, a weak smile rising to her lips, in an attempt to comfort her daughter.

“Mom, you have nothing to worry about! You’re like, the best mom e-v-e-r. And besides, I wanna stay with you. You know that, right?” Zoey always knows how to lift her spirits, and Isobel can’t help but smile at her beaming daughter.

“Thanks honey. I really feel better now.” Isobel hugs Zoey quickly, before resuming her almost-cold-now meal.

“Maybe you should call Thomas-” Zoey suggest,

Isobel chokes on her bite.

“I--” She gathers her breath. “I don’t think so, honey.” She lies without looking at Zoey. The last thing Isobel needs right now is to call Thomas.

“But you definitely should!!” Zoey continues, her tone getting more and more excited as she goes.

“He didn’t come by in a while, and Luz said at school that you two had a fight and you know how you always tell me that keeping things in your stomach isn’t good for you and, Thomas is your friend and mom you need friends around you right now and please, can you just pleaseeee call him?”

Zoey speaks so quickly, you can barely understand what she’s saying.

But Isobel understand every single word, and sighs.

“I’ll... give it some thought. In the meantime, finish your plate and go brush your teeth. I promise I’ll call a friend over. Maybe Alma. Okay?”

Zoey isn’t 100% convinced, but she nods. “K’ mom.”

After Isobel finishes washing the dishes, she looks at her contact list. Her finger hover between Thomas’ contact and Alma’s.

What is she thinking? She can’t possibly call Thomas right now.

She swipes over Alma’s contact, and waits until she picks up.

A few more days pass, and Isobel arrives at Bernhardt for a PTA meeting.

She kisses Zoey goodbye at the school playard, still having a few minutes before she needs to go in.

“Izzy?” A voice startles her from behind.

She knows exactly who this voice belongs to... But he hadn’t been calling her nicknames in the past few weeks.

“Thomas,” She turns around, swallowing. “Hey.”

“Hey,” His voice is softer than it had been lately, but Isobel stands her ground.

She can fall for him every time he looks at her that way.

“So...” She shifts her gaze from him, to anywhere but him. “Anything new about the case?” She tries the only safe topic of conversation they had for a while.

“No... Nothing new. It’s almost time, though, how are you feeling?”

“I'm... Frightened. But also confident. Frightened and confident. Is that even possible? Even normal?” She blurts out, her eyes finally falling back on him.

Thomas seems relieved when she meets his gaze a second time.

“Definitely normal, yep. I’d say it’s how you should be feelings right now. But don’t worry. We’ve done everything we could’ve. We’re going to fight like hell in that courtroom and we’re going to win.” He gives her a much-needed pep-talk.

“Okay.” Isobel nods.

Thomas moves his hand to touch her shoulder comfortingly, but Isobel moves out of the way before he can.

“I should be going. The other PTA moms are going to eat me alive if I’m late-” She still has about ten minutes technically, but it’s not like Thomas knows about that.

“Izzy, wait-”

“Look, Thomas, I don’t wanna talk about it. I know what you’re doing but I just can’t-” She’s about to tell she wants out of their deal, but the looking at Thomas’ face... She can’t.

She still loves him.

Even though he’s hurting her.

She’s... not ready to move on yet, but she’s probably in the right direction.

“If not for our sake, then at least for the case. Please, Iz.” Thomas pleads with her.

Now he’s ready to talk...?

She frowns, folding her arms over her chest.

“Okay... Go.”

“I just wanted to apologize. I shouldn’t have kissed you that night, and I shouldn’t have behaved the way I did after that.”

So he regrets the kiss. Yeah, definitely what Isobel wanted to hear.

“Look, Thomas, I... Don’t just have feelings for you. I love you. But I don’t wanna love you - I want to be happy.”

Her words seem to struck him like a lightning. Thomas’ eyes grow wide, and his mouth hangs open.

Isobel takes a deep breathe. “I know you don’t want to hurt me... But you are. So... I really, really appreciate you helping me with the costudy case, and everything else going on, but I can’t do this right now.”

Thomas is still in shock. “I-” He finally starts to reply, but another voice comes between Thomas and Isobel.

“Isobel, there you are! We’re about to start. You coming?” Cynthia jumps between them. “Am I interuptting something?” She raises one, obvlious eyebrow at the couple.

“No, we were just done here, actually,” Isobel smiles, with some kind of resolve and relief in her lips.

“Oooo, great, let’s go!” Cynthia grabs Isobel’s arm and intertwines it with her own, pulling her inside the school and away from Thomas...