macbetha

[macbetha]

Still figuring out how I wanna display things lol but it’s coming along! 🥹

#me #mine #my bookshelves #free! #free! anime #free! iwatobi swim club #haikyuu #haikyuu!!

[macbetha]

i think i might have dreamt sending this but if you had to rewrite ewoatt what would you do with characters like hiyori izusu kaede or (looks at smudged writing on my hand) albert?

hehe you sent it, i’ve just been a busy bee 💛 thank you for your patience with this ask!!

i’m technically rewriting ewoatt right now, just as an original series! and i do love a big cast but the original has less characters than the fic. roles have switched a little too, but nothing too crazy. for example, the “Makoto” character has a new role that puts him closer to the action and more involved with the plot. he still represents a stark contrast of a better life for haru, but the career change allows him a more central role :)

i will say that in the first book of the original series, which is based on the natsunao prequel events - the “hiyori” character is present from the beginning. ryuuji and mikhail have more central roles and later, there’s also an “isuzu” type character in the series.

if i rewrote ewoatt as a fic, though - i won’t pretend i haven’t thought about that A Lot lol. that’s been a VERY thrilling concept for me since my style and skills have changed over the years, and i’ve wondered how i’d twist things around or how aspects of the story would stay the same

most everyone would be present from the start, including the likes of isuzu and makoto. i know where i’d put albert and kaede too. there’s some rearranging i could do to make all that happen in fic world, since i’ve already had to sort of rotate the timeline of things anyway for the original lolol

i don’t want to ramble since i’m excited about all the above aksjfh but yeah in summary: everyone would be there in a rewritten fic and the action, the angst, the rivalries and found family would be introduced differently but still the same at heart 💛

thank you again for your patience!!

#ewoatt

[macbetha]

Arranging my bookcases has been an ordeal for years but here’s a lil peek at one of my bookcases that’s primarily dedicated to vampire literature! I did the cathedral window myself!! :D and the foil print of Astarion??? i’m down bad your honor

Of course the collection wouldn’t be complete without my copies of the Twilight saga from middle school and my actual grimy ass 2008 movie ticket stub I found in a diary. Framed for my inner tween 😂 pretty sure that’s a Monster Energy stain and the lettering faded because there was tape over the ticket for so many years. Y’all don’t understand the 3OH!3 songs that ricocheted through my head when I found that diary

I was also so thrilled that I was able to display my Backstitch Bruja bags on the shelves! They are some of my favorite things in the world, so beautifully crafted and fun all year round. The Halloween TV bag above as well as the pink Springoween bag below are both from the site.

In summary, I am getting so so happy with how these shelves are turning out!

#me #mine #bookshelves #bookcases #Dracula #Astarion #twilight

[macbetha]

A little preview of my 🔍✨ Nancy Drew Shelf! ✨🔍

I found some of my old pc discs in an absurd stroke of luck. Given their rough state and since I have my faves downloaded anyway, I decided to frame them. I did keep Final Scene in its case on the far left since that was my first Nancy Drew game and the copy my grandma gave me! 🥰

I’m a Blackmoor Manor girly so I did buy a secondhand physical copy just to display it lol. I thought that rock on the shelf looked like a certain treasure in the game. That blue book stacked with Final Scene is the Bluebeard Room, which is the Nancy book Blackmoor was “inspired” by!

The mini vintage radio beside the Shadow Ranch book is actually the coolest pencil sharpener ever, but it gave me Old Clock vibes. The perfume bottle belonged to my great grandmother and I think it really fit the bill too.

And my Naughty Tina pin beside the Blackmoor pc copy is probably my favorite thing in the world 😭

I do still want to fiddle around with the display and maybe add some sort of wallpaper to the shelf, but I’m learning that any space is never going to be complete or perfect, so I wanted to share anyway. To have so much joy and childhood thrill displayed in one place just means the world to me 🔍🩶

#Nancy drew #Nancy drew pc #Nancy drew pc games #Nancy drew game #Nancy drew games #me #mine #books #bookshelf #shadow ranch #Blackmoor manor

[macbetha]

A little EWOATT treat for ya 🐇 thanks for being patient.

Allow me to introduce you to Book 1 of the rewritten original series!!

#ewoatt #me #mine #macbetha

[macbetha]

now what on earth could this mean

#ewoatt

[macbetha]

cicadas are getting louder 🪲💕

#me #cicadas #cicada

[macbetha]

it’s surgery day! so one last preview of “four of hoards” before we do this thing ☺️

(haikyuu omegaverse fantasy au with dragon king omi and panther shifter kenma plus a lil dash of hades and persephone 🍎✨)

#omegaverse #haikyuu fic #kozume kenma #Kenma #hq kenma #sakusa kiyoomi #Sakusa x kenma #me #my writing #fanfiction #fic #haikyuu au #nsfw #ish

[macbetha]

preview of “four of hoards,” a haikyuu omegaverse fantasy au where i go fuck ass wild with the concept of dragon hoards and the societal implications of biological kleptomania over everything 😤💯

also it’s kiyoomi x kenma. saving the hades & persephone defense for another post

⚔️🪽

Hatchlings are only told fairy tales with bad endings.

The stories vary in bewitchment and severity, but the message remains the same: doing this thing will result in that thing, don’t do this or you’ll get what’s coming to you.

Frightening the young is a surefire way to control them all the way up to presentation and beyond. Kiyoomi recalls one story about a dragon that spent too much time on the ground after falling in love with a lily trader. The flowers she carried offered colors not found in the sky and she lured the dragon from the clouds with a plea for quicker travel to the next village.

She was so sweet, needing medicine for her father, and she was the first person to not fear the dragon.

The dragon never again wanted to taste the rain before it falls or be the first thing the sunrise touches. Her smile alone could sustain him.

When the brave little lily settled on dragon-back and he took her high up to show her how weightless and wonderful she made him feel, the rush was too much for her. She fell quicker than the dragon could follow, for not even love could break the roots that bound the woman to the earth.

He dove harder and faster as the ground drew closer and when she crashed against garden stones, he did the same – burying himself in the earth alongside her.

The only truth in the legend is that the elders who passed down the story did not approve of dragons mating outside their own species. Kiyoomi faced very little resistance from his people when he overthrew those leathery hags.

As a king living in terribly close proximity to his people, Kiyoomi has come to acknowledge some advantages of fairy tales. Hatchlings are downright feral when bedtime threatens to end their fun. The whole mountain would suffer if a spooky parable didn’t lure the hatchlings to their nests. Ghost stories make the children huddle tight against their parents and far away from Kiyoomi. Thus, he is an enthusiastic supporter of anecdotes about goblins who hunt down noises made after dark or spirits that tickle you with chilly fingers should your arm hang out of the nest.

Kiyoomi would love to meet those monsters and bow deeply for the sake of his rescued sleep schedule. The well-rested sires and carriers would also offer their bountiful thanks.

Kiyoomi never met his sire, and his carrier wasn’t present when he was young. Her sparse visits were not inspiring, though one of her narratives lingered with Kiyoomi when she herself would not.

“Do not fly too close to the sun,” she warned. “You cannot fly as high as your instincts will have you believe. You are just as susceptible to exhaustion, hunger, and heartbreak as the rest of the world. With life comes bright, golden lies you will want to chase. Remember that the only gold worth flying after is the gold in your hoard – for that is what makes the sun rise and fall in a world of dragons.

Even you can burn, Kiyoomi, and you will if you don’t guard your heart.”

What a cruel thing to tell a child born with wings.

#reboop

[macbetha]

preview of “four of hoards,” a haikyuu omegaverse fantasy au where i go fuck ass wild with the concept of dragon hoards and the societal implications of biological kleptomania over everything 😤💯

also it’s kiyoomi x kenma. saving the hades & persephone defense for another post

⚔️🪽

Hatchlings are only told fairy tales with bad endings.

The stories vary in bewitchment and severity, but the message remains the same: doing this thing will result in that thing, don’t do this or you’ll get what’s coming to you.

Frightening the young is a surefire way to control them all the way up to presentation and beyond. Kiyoomi recalls one story about a dragon that spent too much time on the ground after falling in love with a lily trader. The flowers she carried offered colors not found in the sky and she lured the dragon from the clouds with a plea for quicker travel to the next village.

She was so sweet, needing medicine for her father, and she was the first person to not fear the dragon.

The dragon never again wanted to taste the rain before it falls or be the first thing the sunrise touches. Her smile alone could sustain him.

When the brave little lily settled on dragon-back and he took her high up to show her how weightless and wonderful she made him feel, the rush was too much for her. She fell quicker than the dragon could follow, for not even love could break the roots that bound the woman to the earth.

He dove harder and faster as the ground drew closer and when she crashed against garden stones, he did the same – burying himself in the earth alongside her.

The only truth in the legend is that the elders who passed down the story did not approve of dragons mating outside their own species. Kiyoomi faced very little resistance from his people when he overthrew those leathery hags.

As a king living in terribly close proximity to his people, Kiyoomi has come to acknowledge some advantages of fairy tales. Hatchlings are downright feral when bedtime threatens to end their fun. The whole mountain would suffer if a spooky parable didn’t lure the hatchlings to their nests. Ghost stories make the children huddle tight against their parents and far away from Kiyoomi. Thus, he is an enthusiastic supporter of anecdotes about goblins who hunt down noises made after dark or spirits that tickle you with chilly fingers should your arm hang out of the nest.

Kiyoomi would love to meet those monsters and bow deeply for the sake of his rescued sleep schedule. The well-rested sires and carriers would also offer their bountiful thanks.

Kiyoomi never met his sire, and his carrier wasn’t present when he was young. Her sparse visits were not inspiring, though one of her narratives lingered with Kiyoomi when she herself would not.

“Do not fly too close to the sun,” she warned. “You cannot fly as high as your instincts will have you believe. You are just as susceptible to exhaustion, hunger, and heartbreak as the rest of the world. With life comes bright, golden lies you will want to chase. Remember that the only gold worth flying after is the gold in your hoard – for that is what makes the sun rise and fall in a world of dragons.

Even you can burn, Kiyoomi, and you will if you don’t guard your heart.”

What a cruel thing to tell a child born with wings.

#reboop

[macbetha]

preview of “four of hoards,” a haikyuu omegaverse fantasy au where i go fuck ass wild with the concept of dragon hoards and the societal implications of biological kleptomania over everything 😤💯

also it’s kiyoomi x kenma. saving the hades & persephone defense for another post

⚔️🪽

Hatchlings are only told fairy tales with bad endings.

The stories vary in bewitchment and severity, but the message remains the same: doing this thing will result in that thing, don’t do this or you’ll get what’s coming to you.

Frightening the young is a surefire way to control them all the way up to presentation and beyond. Kiyoomi recalls one story about a dragon that spent too much time on the ground after falling in love with a lily trader. The flowers she carried offered colors not found in the sky and she lured the dragon from the clouds with a plea for quicker travel to the next village.

She was so sweet, needing medicine for her father, and she was the first person to not fear the dragon.

The dragon never again wanted to taste the rain before it falls or be the first thing the sunrise touches. Her smile alone could sustain him.

When the brave little lily settled on dragon-back and he took her high up to show her how weightless and wonderful she made him feel, the rush was too much for her. She fell quicker than the dragon could follow, for not even love could break the roots that bound the woman to the earth.

He dove harder and faster as the ground drew closer and when she crashed against garden stones, he did the same – burying himself in the earth alongside her.

The only truth in the legend is that the elders who passed down the story did not approve of dragons mating outside their own species. Kiyoomi faced very little resistance from his people when he overthrew those leathery hags.

As a king living in terribly close proximity to his people, Kiyoomi has come to acknowledge some advantages of fairy tales. Hatchlings are downright feral when bedtime threatens to end their fun. The whole mountain would suffer if a spooky parable didn’t lure the hatchlings to their nests. Ghost stories make the children huddle tight against their parents and far away from Kiyoomi. Thus, he is an enthusiastic supporter of anecdotes about goblins who hunt down noises made after dark or spirits that tickle you with chilly fingers should your arm hang out of the nest.

Kiyoomi would love to meet those monsters and bow deeply for the sake of his rescued sleep schedule. The well-rested sires and carriers would also offer their bountiful thanks.

Kiyoomi never met his sire, and his carrier wasn’t present when he was young. Her sparse visits were not inspiring, though one of her narratives lingered with Kiyoomi when she herself would not.

“Do not fly too close to the sun,” she warned. “You cannot fly as high as your instincts will have you believe. You are just as susceptible to exhaustion, hunger, and heartbreak as the rest of the world. With life comes bright, golden lies you will want to chase. Remember that the only gold worth flying after is the gold in your hoard – for that is what makes the sun rise and fall in a world of dragons.

Even you can burn, Kiyoomi, and you will if you don’t guard your heart.”

What a cruel thing to tell a child born with wings.

#four of hoards #foh #haikyuu #haikyuu fic #hq fic #omegaverse #alpha beta omega #fanfic #fanfiction #my writing #me #Sakusa Kiyoomi #Kozume Kenma #Sakusa #Kiyoomi #Kenma #au #alternate universe #fantasy

[macbetha]

preview of four of hoards, a haikyuu au - kiyoomi x kenma (sakuken?) / ossaka - omegaverse / royalty / fantasy + shifters / dragon king omi / panther shifter kenma

As a dragon, Kiyoomi has always been warned about flying too close to the sun. With life comes bright, golden lies he’ll want to chase, but he must reign his focus on the gold in his hoard - for that is what makes the sun rise and fall in a world of dragons. But Kenma’s eyes are gold like sunstone and no dragon can fly higher than Kiyoomi. Or: A Hades and Persephone AU - what if Hades left the underworld to join Persephone in her springland home?

Preview below the cut!

Kiyoomi loathes regions of eternal summer with a special kind of repugnance, yet he’s the guest of honor at a mid-year wedding in the desert.

The desert sand at the stronghold of the Black Jackal seems to magnetize to him. This event also happens to be a Miya affair: a nine-day celebration, which is tradition in these parts. Nine days of nauseating comradery and glutinous posturing.

It’s all for the nine-tailed marriage goddess the twins and their people worship. Kiyoomi’s own physician will be one of those people soon. It’s hard to swallow.

Kiyoomi soldiers on for Akaashi’s sake. He has enough to worry about with final preparations and trying to persuade Osamu to save some things for their wedding. Osamu has already spoiled Akaashi as any king should when it comes to their intended, but Osamu is still an alpha.

Resisting the urge to bite is nearly impossible once an omega has given permission. Osamu is devoted to his regional traditions but the rule about waiting until the ceremony to bite might just do the fox king in. Oikawa has assured Kiyoomi it will be a delicious scandal.

Kiyoomi takes it upon himself to gather the flowers Akaashi wants at the ceremony. The gardens are indoors, and Kiyoomi feared he was going to step into a claustrophobic nightmare, but he shouldn’t have let the term “indoor” deter him from finding the gardens quicker.

Kiyoomi expected some flowerbeds, perhaps a fountain – not a landscape that rivals the size of a gladiatorial arena. There’s enough space for hills to stretch out pillowed by wildflowers. The air is candied, pure.

Clean waterways and spotless paths make Kiyoomi almost salivate; this trip has been nothing but sandy grime. To make matters more enriching, an oversized sundial floats midair. The dial ticks as sunlight moves through the glass ceiling.

Kiyoomi can admit he’s dazzled. Rainbow phoenixes soar overhead, teleporting across the gardens in a fiery burst, and his brain quickly stops feeling like a pulled muscle.

He tucks his basket at his elbow and follows one of the irrigation rivers with his list in hand. Koi fish trail after him, hoping for a snack. Akaashi was thoughtful enough to add rough sketches of the flowers he needs, but Kiyoomi has no clue where to find individual blooms.

He isn’t too concerned. This isn’t the worst place to get lost and better odds have tried to keep him from certain treasures in his hoard. He’s never failed in that category.

Hours pass in which Kiyoomi’s natural curiosity implores him to rest on the ground and study certain plants. He can’t name many of them. Some petals are so vibrant, it’s hard to settle on which color best describes them. These ponderings don’t weaken the happiness in him.

Gradually, he finds what Akaashi needs. Kiyoomi is quite disappointed as he reaches the end of his list. The light around him deepens with the sunset’s crimson flares. The glass ceiling opens with a mechanical groan and the phoenixes fly through for their nightly hunt.

Kiyoomi’s pointed ear twitches when music starts up somewhere outside. Dinner is about to start. He sighs profusely. His hold tightens on his flower basket, and he heads in the general direction of where he came from.

Kiyoomi tries so hard to commit all his senses to memory: the moonlight is soft and pearly, the breeze sharpening as it rips through the flowers to push Kiyoomi’s curls back. He stumbles to a stop and looks around, horns illuminating the night. Kiyoomi breathes in deeply.

His wings arc to attention. Kiyoomi studies the flow of wind through the flowers to track its path. He follows the push to the north section of the garden. Suddenly, all the perfumes around him are annoying. He can’t name the smell the wind brought to him.

He can’t even describe it or fully remember it from that initial whiff just a few moments ago. It was just… new, odd. Maybe even good. Something about it makes Kiyoomi hungry. He’s never eaten as indulgently as he needs to right now.

He wants to slash his arm across a table and push over the frilly centerpieces, wants to eat with the candlesticks overturned and the curtains burning. He wants to rip his teeth through fruit flesh and salted meat, wants to be so fucking greedy -

What is he even searching for? A particularly smelly flower? It wouldn’t be right to take one when it wasn’t on Akaashi’s list, and it wouldn’t live long. The air shifts in another direction and Kiyoomi breathes, tongue light on his bottom lip. His fangs ache in his jaw.

It's not a flower but by the gods, Kiyoomi wants it. He alters his path and walks up a steep hill. He can’t explain why he’s creeping along and being mindful of his steps while his heart urges him to hurry.

That scent clings to his open mouth. His wings move on their own, spreading to catch attention and impress. He drops the flower basket. Kiyoomi is passed deciphering these responses; he must train his eyes on the source of it all.

White flowers glow over the hilltop – moonflowers yawning awake and twisting in their search for nocturnal light. Kiyoomi finds it before the flowers do.

Cloud-cover allows only a blade of moonlight over the hill, yet an omega found it perfectly and decided to nap there. Curled up on his side with his arms folded under his cheek, he is incredibly small to have such powerful pheromones.

The skirt twisted up around the omega’s knees is patterned in golds and reds Kiyoomi should recognize as the colors of a certain noble house, but right now, he is missing the faintest memory that could remind him what the world was like before this moment.

He can’t describe the omega’s scent, but Kiyoomi eats it up with gluttonous vigor. This is what red would smell like, he thinks: warm, deep, disarming. That scent is melting into Kiyoomi’s very pores and his skin tingles as his own pheromones flare in kind.

The omega’s nose twitches as he sniffs. His eyelids flicker before bolting open. The omega loops to his feet quicker than Kiyoomi’s eyes can follow. They watch each other with abundant confirmation that the omega thinks he’s about to become some sort of prey.

Kiyoomi tips his head to the side, showing his neck as if he’s ever done it before. The omega’s breath rasps to a complete halt. His tension eases a bit, as does the warning in his smell. His sunstone gaze is calculated enough to leave Kiyoomi feeling dissected.

Kiyoomi is willing, keeping his neck arched with his head bowed in submission to ensure the omega no harm will come to him. Kiyoomi peeks up from keeping his eyes low to the ground. A flush pulses down the omega’s throat.

His small hands lower from their crooked defensive position to wring together. He combs through the long hair at his hip before tucking some behind his ear. The omega hesitates, lips parting as if he’ll grace Kiyoomi with an apology, a word, anything -

He darts away, fleeing so gracefully the flowers aren’t even disturbed. Kiyoomi’s wings fall as he pants, lightheaded. One hand finds the earth where he sinks and the other touches his chest. He feels the wardrum of his heartbeat through his shirt, his glove.

Kiyoomi rises to his feet and wavers. He walks closer to the omega’s napping spot and toes the plate of crackers and cheese. A sticky knife and spoon are nearby. Bloody fruit juice splatters the grass and Kiyoomi crouches, following the trail to an opened pomegranate.

Kiyoomi takes off his glove and scoops into it with two fingers. He touches them to his tongue, but the sweetness does not ease his frustrations - it just enhances the fact he could have handled that interaction better in a hundred different ways.

Motoya’s forcing their familial bond open like he’s trying to kick in a fucking door. Kiyoomi hurries to find his basket at the bottom of the hill. He struggles to gather himself. This isn’t the first time he’s needed to be alone to process something and can’t.

This won’t be the last time he doesn’t get what he needs. Kiyoomi’s snarl flashes in the moonlight as his wings beat and rip flowers from the earth. He launches toward the open ceiling. 

#reboop

[macbetha]

preview of four of hoards, a haikyuu au - kiyoomi x kenma (sakuken?) / ossaka - omegaverse / royalty / fantasy + shifters / dragon king omi / panther shifter kenma

As a dragon, Kiyoomi has always been warned about flying too close to the sun. With life comes bright, golden lies he’ll want to chase, but he must reign his focus on the gold in his hoard - for that is what makes the sun rise and fall in a world of dragons. But Kenma’s eyes are gold like sunstone and no dragon can fly higher than Kiyoomi. Or: A Hades and Persephone AU - what if Hades left the underworld to join Persephone in her springland home?

Preview below the cut!

Kiyoomi loathes regions of eternal summer with a special kind of repugnance, yet he’s the guest of honor at a mid-year wedding in the desert.

The desert sand at the stronghold of the Black Jackal seems to magnetize to him. This event also happens to be a Miya affair: a nine-day celebration, which is tradition in these parts. Nine days of nauseating comradery and glutinous posturing.

It’s all for the nine-tailed marriage goddess the twins and their people worship. Kiyoomi’s own physician will be one of those people soon. It’s hard to swallow.

Kiyoomi soldiers on for Akaashi’s sake. He has enough to worry about with final preparations and trying to persuade Osamu to save some things for their wedding. Osamu has already spoiled Akaashi as any king should when it comes to their intended, but Osamu is still an alpha.

Resisting the urge to bite is nearly impossible once an omega has given permission. Osamu is devoted to his regional traditions but the rule about waiting until the ceremony to bite might just do the fox king in. Oikawa has assured Kiyoomi it will be a delicious scandal.

Kiyoomi takes it upon himself to gather the flowers Akaashi wants at the ceremony. The gardens are indoors, and Kiyoomi feared he was going to step into a claustrophobic nightmare, but he shouldn’t have let the term “indoor” deter him from finding the gardens quicker.

Kiyoomi expected some flowerbeds, perhaps a fountain – not a landscape that rivals the size of a gladiatorial arena. There’s enough space for hills to stretch out pillowed by wildflowers. The air is candied, pure.

Clean waterways and spotless paths make Kiyoomi almost salivate; this trip has been nothing but sandy grime. To make matters more enriching, an oversized sundial floats midair. The dial ticks as sunlight moves through the glass ceiling.

Kiyoomi can admit he’s dazzled. Rainbow phoenixes soar overhead, teleporting across the gardens in a fiery burst, and his brain quickly stops feeling like a pulled muscle.

He tucks his basket at his elbow and follows one of the irrigation rivers with his list in hand. Koi fish trail after him, hoping for a snack. Akaashi was thoughtful enough to add rough sketches of the flowers he needs, but Kiyoomi has no clue where to find individual blooms.

He isn’t too concerned. This isn’t the worst place to get lost and better odds have tried to keep him from certain treasures in his hoard. He’s never failed in that category.

Hours pass in which Kiyoomi’s natural curiosity implores him to rest on the ground and study certain plants. He can’t name many of them. Some petals are so vibrant, it’s hard to settle on which color best describes them. These ponderings don’t weaken the happiness in him.

Gradually, he finds what Akaashi needs. Kiyoomi is quite disappointed as he reaches the end of his list. The light around him deepens with the sunset’s crimson flares. The glass ceiling opens with a mechanical groan and the phoenixes fly through for their nightly hunt.

Kiyoomi’s pointed ear twitches when music starts up somewhere outside. Dinner is about to start. He sighs profusely. His hold tightens on his flower basket, and he heads in the general direction of where he came from.

Kiyoomi tries so hard to commit all his senses to memory: the moonlight is soft and pearly, the breeze sharpening as it rips through the flowers to push Kiyoomi’s curls back. He stumbles to a stop and looks around, horns illuminating the night. Kiyoomi breathes in deeply.

His wings arc to attention. Kiyoomi studies the flow of wind through the flowers to track its path. He follows the push to the north section of the garden. Suddenly, all the perfumes around him are annoying. He can’t name the smell the wind brought to him.

He can’t even describe it or fully remember it from that initial whiff just a few moments ago. It was just… new, odd. Maybe even good. Something about it makes Kiyoomi hungry. He’s never eaten as indulgently as he needs to right now.

He wants to slash his arm across a table and push over the frilly centerpieces, wants to eat with the candlesticks overturned and the curtains burning. He wants to rip his teeth through fruit flesh and salted meat, wants to be so fucking greedy -

What is he even searching for? A particularly smelly flower? It wouldn’t be right to take one when it wasn’t on Akaashi’s list, and it wouldn’t live long. The air shifts in another direction and Kiyoomi breathes, tongue light on his bottom lip. His fangs ache in his jaw.

It's not a flower but by the gods, Kiyoomi wants it. He alters his path and walks up a steep hill. He can’t explain why he’s creeping along and being mindful of his steps while his heart urges him to hurry.

That scent clings to his open mouth. His wings move on their own, spreading to catch attention and impress. He drops the flower basket. Kiyoomi is passed deciphering these responses; he must train his eyes on the source of it all.

White flowers glow over the hilltop – moonflowers yawning awake and twisting in their search for nocturnal light. Kiyoomi finds it before the flowers do.

Cloud-cover allows only a blade of moonlight over the hill, yet an omega found it perfectly and decided to nap there. Curled up on his side with his arms folded under his cheek, he is incredibly small to have such powerful pheromones.

The skirt twisted up around the omega’s knees is patterned in golds and reds Kiyoomi should recognize as the colors of a certain noble house, but right now, he is missing the faintest memory that could remind him what the world was like before this moment.

He can’t describe the omega’s scent, but Kiyoomi eats it up with gluttonous vigor. This is what red would smell like, he thinks: warm, deep, disarming. That scent is melting into Kiyoomi’s very pores and his skin tingles as his own pheromones flare in kind.

The omega’s nose twitches as he sniffs. His eyelids flicker before bolting open. The omega loops to his feet quicker than Kiyoomi’s eyes can follow. They watch each other with abundant confirmation that the omega thinks he’s about to become some sort of prey.

Kiyoomi tips his head to the side, showing his neck as if he’s ever done it before. The omega’s breath rasps to a complete halt. His tension eases a bit, as does the warning in his smell. His sunstone gaze is calculated enough to leave Kiyoomi feeling dissected.

Kiyoomi is willing, keeping his neck arched with his head bowed in submission to ensure the omega no harm will come to him. Kiyoomi peeks up from keeping his eyes low to the ground. A flush pulses down the omega’s throat.

His small hands lower from their crooked defensive position to wring together. He combs through the long hair at his hip before tucking some behind his ear. The omega hesitates, lips parting as if he’ll grace Kiyoomi with an apology, a word, anything -

He darts away, fleeing so gracefully the flowers aren’t even disturbed. Kiyoomi’s wings fall as he pants, lightheaded. One hand finds the earth where he sinks and the other touches his chest. He feels the wardrum of his heartbeat through his shirt, his glove.

Kiyoomi rises to his feet and wavers. He walks closer to the omega’s napping spot and toes the plate of crackers and cheese. A sticky knife and spoon are nearby. Bloody fruit juice splatters the grass and Kiyoomi crouches, following the trail to an opened pomegranate.

Kiyoomi takes off his glove and scoops into it with two fingers. He touches them to his tongue, but the sweetness does not ease his frustrations - it just enhances the fact he could have handled that interaction better in a hundred different ways.

Motoya’s forcing their familial bond open like he’s trying to kick in a fucking door. Kiyoomi hurries to find his basket at the bottom of the hill. He struggles to gather himself. This isn’t the first time he’s needed to be alone to process something and can’t.

This won’t be the last time he doesn’t get what he needs. Kiyoomi’s snarl flashes in the moonlight as his wings beat and rip flowers from the earth. He launches toward the open ceiling. 

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[macbetha]

Fic art for Free! Fic: Eyes Wide Open All the Time by @macbetha

One of the most impressive fics I had the pleasure of reading 💖 It was a wonderful delight following the journey and just wow I drew quite a bit for this fic in the past so it def impacted my art journey a lot ��💗

If you've been with me for a long time you'll know this is a redrawing of a charm design I made a long time ago ✨ I didn't have the money to make charms but now that I do I am unstoppable! ✨💪

Ko-Fi (Memberships/Shop) ~ Commissions ~ Redbubble

#ewoatt#we love a glowup#still love the old design a lot#very raw emotions

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#heart heart heart!!!! #ewoatt

[macbetha]

Just dropping in to say that I'm reading EWOATT for the first time since you finished and wow, it's just as amazing as I remember. I think I was there around chapter 11 or 12 and read up to 20, but never finished the story. I'm soooo excited to read it all, and I'm excited to see the rewrite!!

thank you!! i did rewrite it for original publication, it’s just such a big story i keep editing it to bits lol. but thank you, i’ll post here whenever there’s some updates on that! 💃✨

[macbetha]

I'm in the middle of reading 'On an Aisle in the Sun' on your AO3, and oml I cannot get enough of this story!! Now I'm here checking out your tumblr. I am absolutely in love with your writing style, and looking at your 'about me', you just seem really dope! I'm gonna finish your fic, then day dream about it while grocery shopping.

ok thats it... have a good day!

that’s so sweet!! omg thank you. ofmd means a lot to me 🏴‍☠️🩷

[macbetha]

honestly just curious – do you think you'll ever finish homesick martians ? if not , that's okay ! have a nice day / night !

hi honey bun! it means a lot you asked this.

i would probably rewrite the fic if i went back to it - not in the name of big changes but just because it’s difficult for me to get back in the headspace i was in with a lot of my older works. it wasn’t a good time irl and my writing style is a reflection of my current circumstance, whatever that might be. it could be something only I’m aware of but yeah, I’m really aware of it when I look at my old stuff.

so while i would love to revisit some of my older works, i have no time frame i can offer with original projects taking the forefront at this time - plus some pretty demanding health issues.

but i am grateful and elated you want to know more with the story. I haven’t posted anything in years and that’s created a lot of worry on my end, so i really needed to hear people are still interested. there’s a good few stories i’d like to redo! i promise I’ll post here should I have any updates on revisiting older works.

thank you for asking! 🪩🪽