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totowlff · 3 months

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extra — shockoschnecken

➝ maybe that story about home not being a place is true, after all...

➝ word count: 2,6k

➝ warnings: none

➝ author’s note: hope y'all have your therapy sessions scheduled.

Toto carefully climbed the steps into the Bombardier Challenger 650. Climbing the stairway into the aircraft’s cabin was a bit of a balancing act without being able to hold onto the handrail as he normally would. Both of his hands were occupied; one was clutching the handle of his black cordura briefcase, and the other was balancing a pink pastry box, held closed with an elegant string bow. The porter had offered to carry it onto the awaiting jet for him, but Toto politely declined and immediately regretted as he nearly dropped the box as he was trying to set it on the seat next to his.

— I didn’t think you had that much of a sweet tooth, Toto, unless those aren’t donuts in there — a gruff voice said. Toto turned his head to see Niki in his usual seat. He hadn’t even looked up from that day’s copy of the Wiener Zeitung.

— Donuts? — Toto asked — Oh, no. They’re a dozen of those rolls that catering had out at breakfast this morning. The things that look like Shockoschneken. I sent Cassie a picture of the setup for breakfast on Friday and she…

He was interrupted by the abrupt rustle of newsprint paper as Niki snapped the issue closed.

— I knew it — he said, a wry smile spreading across his face — I knew they were for your girlfriend.

Toto felt a prickle of annoyance flash across the back of his neck as he sat in his seat and buckled his seatbelt.

— She’s not my girlfriend — he said, though the words felt like something of a lie as it came out of his mouth — But, she is the mother of my daughter, so I will do what I can to make her happy, even if it means sending one of the caterers on an extra errand before the debrief was over. And yes, it was with a generous tip, before you say anything.

A mischievous smile spread across Niki’s face as he neatly folded up the newspaper, apparently more content to talk to Toto as the plane started to taxi to the runway.

— A girl, eh?

— Yes — Toto said. He felt himself blushing a bit as he remembered the moment Cassie’s doctor told them, during the scan she had a month ago. It was a long shot that they would find out so early, but they did.

— Well, I’d congratulate you, but I think what I should tell you instead is ‘good luck’ — Niki said, chuckling as he settled back in his seat.

— What do you mean? We both were hoping for — Toto said, but was cut off by the roar of the accelerating engines making conversation all but impossible without shouting. Once the engine noise faded to a background din as the plane gained altitude, he continued — We were both hoping for a girl. We both have nephews, and thought it would be nice to have a daughter.

Niki gave Toto another sly smile.

— I could tell you, but it is something you will have to experience. If you think girls are… what’s that rhyme in English? Sugar and spice and everything nice? You are mistaken. She will have you wrapped around your finger. I’ve had three boys, four if you count Christoph, and boys have been very straightforward, at least as babies. Mia has been fierce since the day she was born, curious and questioning everything, but — Niki paused for a moment, his expression changing to something tender as he shifted his gaze to the floor, just in front of his shoes — She is my little lady, and I would do anything for her.

Niki shifted his gaze to the plane’s porthole so that he was no longer facing Toto, but Toto could swear that there was a watery shine in Niki’s eyes.

The moment would have felt awkward if Toto didn’t know Niki so well, because he wasn’t usually one to show so much emotion, but Toto knew that this was not the moment for the sort of well-meaning jabs they normally traded with each other. He let the quiet hang in the air as he glanced down at the light pink pastry box in the seat next to him.

It was the kind of light pink one associated with baby girls, the color people decorated their nurseries with, the color of countless onesies hanging on racks in the baby shop he and Cassie had visited out of curiosity after her ultrasound.

Unexpectedly, though, it brought a different memory to mind. He recalled one night when he was fifteen years old, when he and his sister visited their father after he’d been hospitalized after a series of seizures left him unresponsive and he was taken to the hospital by ambulance. It was clear that he was in his final days. He was terrifyingly thin and gaunt, barely able to speak, let alone eat or drink. Sven had survived longer than expected, making it ten years since his diagnosis when the doctors had originally given him an outside shot of two to three years at most, but eventually the progression of the tumors that ravaged his brain couldn’t be slowed. There was only the faintest glimmer of life in his eyes during the rare moments he was awake. Toto hoped, for his father’s sake, that the end would come sooner than later.

Lili remained stone-faced as they left Sven’s room and all throughout the ride home on the tram, but Toto later heard the sound of sniffling through the shared wall between their bedrooms.

He tapped lightly on the closed door to Lili’s room, waiting for a response that was almost too quiet to hear before he stepped inside. Lili was sitting on her bed, clutching one of her pillows. The pillow she was clutching was the exact same shade of pastry-box pink.

Toto remembered sitting on her bed and gathering his sister into his arms, desperate to protect her from the pain and sadness. It felt automatic, a reflex conditioned after years of looking out for his sister, between their father’s illness and their mother always being at work or spending time with the man she’d been dating since shortly after the divorce.

Protecting Lili became his mission the day they were sent home in the middle of the school day, the memory of holding her hand on the walk home as he explained that they didn’t have the money to go to school any more.

Once his parents got divorced, a neighbor commented that Toto would be “the man of the house”. It scared him at the time, but looking back, he realized that he’d taken up the role without thinking about it. Most of his new duties involved looking after Lili. He was ultimately the one that made sure she was up and ready for school, he prepared breakfasts and dinners, he made sure that she got her homework done. Even when she was old enough to do those things herself, he kept a watchful eye on her while they were at school. He remembered having to, on one occasion, have a very strong discussion with a boy in her class that wouldn’t leave her alone.

“Maybe that is what having a daughter will be like, almost” Toto thought, turning his head to look out the porthole next to his own seat.

Before long, Toto found it harder to keep his eyes open, between the constant hum of the engines, the gentle sway of the plane’s motion on the wind. The seat he was in was comfortable, and Niki had re-engrossed himself in his newspaper. Eventually, he stopped fighting the way his head was drooping and let himself drift off to sleep.

When he opened his eyes again, he was back in his house in Oxfordshire, standing in what looked like the secondary bathroom upstairs, but the neutral gray-and-white palette he remembered it having had been replaced by bright splashes of color everywhere: light blue tiles on the walls, paired navy blue wallpaper covered with scores of colorful jellyfish, a navy blue countertop, a shower curtain with friendly-looking cartoon whales, a hooded bath towel hanging from a colorful hook, a row of felt teeth and felt eyes embroidered on the hood to make it look like a shark, a bright pink toothbrush sticking out of a navy blue cup molded to look like a shark’s mouth.

He had a comb in one hand, and strands of long red hair in the other, pulled into a neat-looking plait.

— I want the light blue ones today, papi, they match my shirt. And not the bows, just the regular ones — a little girl said.

He looked down to see the girl — Ingrid, surely — standing on a stepstool in front of a bathroom counter. She was looking directly at him by way of their shared reflection in the vanity mirror. Toto blinked, perplexed, wondering how he got here. He leaned over to extract two matching elastics from a glass jar on the counter that was filled with an assortment of bows and other hair accessories, fastening one to the braid he’d finished, before repeating the process on the other side of Ingrid’s head.

— How’s that? Is that tight enough? — he asked her, but before she could answer…

— Hurry up, both of you, we’re running late! — Cassie called out. Her voice was coming from downstairs, surely from the direction of the kitchen.

— Ready, Papi? — Ingrid said, turning around on her step stool and raising her arms.

— Ready! — Toto exclaimed, grunting a little as he lifted the girl up by her waist, proceeding to practically sling the girl over his shoulder as he carried her downstairs to breakfast, all while she squealed with laughter. It was their little ritual for the time being, at least until she would inevitably become too old to use him as her personal jungle gym. For now, though, he cherished it.

— Here you go, little one — Toto said, setting Ingrid into her booster seat, just as Cassie was setting their breakfast plates on the table.

Toto glanced down at his plate as Cassie put it in front of him. Instead of his usual breakfast of eggs, toast, tomatoes, and a slice of ham, there was a single pastry: a sweet roll formed into a spiral, with layers of gooey chocolate between the dough. “Shockoschnecke?”, he thought. It was unusual. He hadn’t had one since he was a teenager.

— Your hair looks adorable today, baby — Cassie said, making Toto look up from his plate. She was spreading a sheet of kitchen roll over Ingrid’s lap in an effort to keep her school uniform from getting dirty before she even arrived at school — Did Papi do it for you?

— Yes — the girl said, flashing Toto a gap-toothed grin. She already had a smear of chocolate spread across her cheek — But I picked the elastics.

— It looks wonderful — Cassie cooed as she passed behind Toto’s chair. She stopped, and ran her fingers through Toto’s hair. A warm feeling spread through Toto’s chest as he leaned into Cassie’s touch — But it looks like you messed Papi’s hair up on the way down. There.

She leaned forward, her hands coming around to his front and smoothing the collar of his dress shirt down. Toto turned his head to the side and took Cassie's left hand in his, pleasantly surprised to feel a pair of rings on her finger. As she pressed a kiss to his cheek, Toto’s entire body flooded with that same tingling warmth.

This is what he had always wanted for himself; a family to sit at a table and share meals with. An adorable daughter and a beautiful, intelligent partner to share his life with.

He came close to having it with Julia, but he let his material ambitions get in the way, as good as his intentions were. He wanted to earn enough to provide enough for his family so they would not fall into dire financial straits if something happened to him, as it was after his own father grew ill, but he put his ambitions for a family and relationships come secondary to financial security.

After breakfast was finished, Cassie gave both of them a good-bye kiss before leaving the house, saying something about running late. Toto lingered in the doorway for a moment. He could tell that he had a goofy grin on his face as he stood there, feeling the afterimages of Cassie’s lips on his, of her hands on the back of his neck from her reaching up to pull him down to meet her.

The usual torrent of thoughts that occupied his brain at all times had ceased for a moment, a brief flash of feeling something akin to enlightenment.

“I am exactly where I am supposed to be. This is what I’ve wanted all along. This is…”, he thought.

— Papi, we have to leave soon, the little hand is almost on the eight — Ingrid squeaked. Her voice almost startled him, and he turned around to see her pointing at the ornamental clock on the kitchen wall. It was Toto’s day to drop Ingrid off at school, so he had to make sure she had her coat, backpack, lunch box, and her dance bag for her after-school ballet class.

After ensuring she was ready and hadn’t forgotten anything, Toto grasped his daughter’s hand as he opened the door to the driveway so he could get her situated in the car.

As stepped over the threshold, a bright flash of sunlight struck his eyes from the east, flooding his vision with white light.

He squinted and moved to shade his eyes with his free hand, but as his vision cleared, the driveway, the house, the car, and his daughter were gone.

He was on Niki’s plane again, with the graphical display at the front of the cabin showing the small airlane icon hovering just north of the greater London area.

— Good morning, sleeping beauty — Niki grunted, a familiar wry smile on his face — You’re up just in time, the captain just said we’re making our final descent.

— Oh — Toto said, trying to rub the sleep from his eyes. He normally didn’t care for falling asleep on the relatively short flights during the European races, because they made him feel disoriented and interrupted his usual carefully-maintained sleep schedule. He hadn’t taken off his suit jacket, either, and could feel his dress shirt clinging to his back.

His eyes came back to focus and landed on the pink pastry box in the seat next to him.

— Are you going straight home? — Niki asked, furrowing his brow at Toto — Or are you going to see Cassie first?

The question was simple enough, but it gave Toto pause. Getting back to his own house wasn’t what he was looking forward to, as it was when he returned from most race weekends. It had its comforts, and it was where he could relax, but it had only occurred to him how empty and quiet it usually felt. What he was looking forward to now was getting back to see someone he cared about, who cared about him, maybe even enough to make the kind of life he wanted with. In that moment, his house didn’t feel like home: Cassie did.

He smirked at the question and patted the box next to him.

— No, going to drop these off first. I think someone is waiting for them.

Toto decided that it was best if left the conclusion of his statement unsaid, preferring to keep it to himself.

“And me, I hope”.

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noodyl-blasstal · 5 months

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Pretty huge Doughnuts

The word count's droppin', but I'm not stoppin' - @taznovembercelebration day 15. Prompt "baby"

Read below or on Ao3. Missed yesterday's catch it here.

“You’re doing what now?”

“Planning Lup a baby shower.”

“Lup’s pregnant?” Barry’s voice is doing something high pitched and weird and Taako’s unsure exactly what the fuck is going on, but someone’s forgotten they have like 8 PhDs.

“Wanna think that through, Barold? Do you think that maybe she might have told you if she’d cracked that one.”

Barry looks less panicked. “Yeah… fair. Uh.”

“Anyway.” Taako ploughs on valiantly, he’ll pull this one out at a later date, once Barold thinks he’s forgotten. “I’m planning a baby shower for her.”

“If she’s not pregnant…” Barry starts.

“Which she isn’t.” Taako adds, helpfully.

“Yeah. Uh. Which she isn’t.” Barry looks pale still, poor, sweet idiot. “... then why are you throwing her a baby shower?”

“It took her more than nine months to birth the thesis” Taako says, he shrugs because it’s obvious, obviously. He doesn't know why literally no one so far has understood. They're definitely the problem.

Barry’s still scrunkling his face up like Taako's being irrational. The joke's on him because Taako's never irrational.

“She’s had a tonne of appointments.”

“Uh huh.”

"She brought new life into the world."

"The necromancy thing isn't part of the main thesis after, you know, the legal issues."

“I meant the concepts, not the zombie. Anyway the university are cowards for not embracing him." Before they get into the ethics of free education after reanimation Taako diverts Barry again. "She had to do that scan.”

“What scan? Wait, Taako, do you mean the MRIs she did for the data collection?”

“Now you get it.”

“I…”

“Cha’boy found this banner.” Taako unfurls it dramatically and holds it up, it’s gold and spangly and far too much, which is, of course, the perfect amount.

“Congratulations, it’s a…” Reads Barry.

“PhD!” Taako replies. “I’m gonna write it in and add flames. It’ll be great.”

“She’ll love the flames.” Says Barry, probably trying to tactfully dissuade Taako from the rest. Optimistic fool.

“I made a game for us where we have to guess the circumference of her thesis. There's prizes.”

“Is the thesis measurement bound or unbound?” Asks Barry far too fast. Oooooh, Taako has him on board now. Suddenly he loves BaPhD showers.

“No can do, Bluejeans, you wouldn’t want to cheat, would you? Wouldn’t want to ruin Lup’s special day by making it all about winning?”

“No.” Says Barry, unconvincingly.

“No cheating, Barold!”

Barry doesn’t say anything. Taako never should have taken Bluejeans under his wing, he’s created a monster.

“What’s a baby snack?”

"Mush?"

"No, like, for this."

“Are you asking what a baby thesis would eat?” Barry sounds more delighted by the concept than he should be.

“Baby researchers, I assume.” Chews them up, spits them out, not that Taako’s bitter. He’s fine. He can come back any time. Any time the police get round to officially clearing him. Not that it’s a problem, he’s not bothered about his degree anyway. He’s peachy. It’s not weird to see Lup get her doctorate before him when they were supposed to do it together.

Barry seems to realise he’s triggered some kind of horror even though Taako's definitely doing an incredibly normal face. He's going to try sand be nice about it.

“What are PhD snacks?” He asks before Barry can say anything kind.

“Pretty huge doughnuts.” Barry replies without hesitation. Taako knew there was a reason he kept him around.

Taako makes a note in his phone. Giant doughnuts mean giant frying, mean big oil, mean big pan.

“Why’re we making big doughnuts?” Kravitz asks, cracking the door to his room.

Of course it was food discussion that summoned him from his regimented work schedule (ignoring what he needed to do because he got distracted by other things and then panic typing up everything for his deadline.) It bodes well for Taako’s ongoing wooing, the stuff about hearts and stomachs was true probably, but Taako was also hoping to make his way to Kravitz’s di…

“Taako’s throwing Lup a surprise baby shower.” Barry cuts through Taako’s wandering thoughts. “We’re planning the menu.”

“Oh.” Says Kravitz. “For her PhD? Neat!”

Hey, hey, enjoyed that? Find the next prompt here!

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 7 months

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WIBTA if I asked my friend to stop joke-insulting me?

I (20X) am a part of a few friend groups, the newest one being a trio of me, Jamie (20M) and Tessa (21F) (not real names for privacy reasons).

I only met them about a year ago more or less through college but we got along fairly quickly. I'm usually more quiet and reserved with new people so for the first few months of me knowing them I was just this kind, polite and quiet kid who barely talked to them (maybe like once a week and even that was about classes since Jamie and I are the same major so we ended up with a lot of shared classes). I'd make sure to always be the ideal friend and be pleasant to make them happy.

But the thing is I am very different when I feel comfortable with people. And over time I got more and more comfortable and felt like I belong with my college friends (I even asked to change my schedule to take almost all of my classes with Jamie). So one day me and Jamie were going to my dorm when I realized my keys are not on my person and I have no idea where they were. Naturally, I panicked and me and him went looking through all of the places I've been to try to find the keys. After about half an hour of running around college he went to grab his phone from his jacket and lo and behold, my keys were there (apparently I asked him to keep them for me while I went to the bathroom). I was so relieved but I don't know what came over me so I just punched him and called him a whore and he looked really shocked for a second but then he just laughed and said I'm a dickhead. And since then it's been pretty much a joking insult war between the two of us, when once we used to call each other smart or cool now it's just saying mean stuff (while not meaning it obviously)

And as much as I have fun joking around with him sometimes I get sad about it because I worry he actually thinks those things (even though he clarified most of the things he says about me are not ment to be taken seriously) and he does still say nice things about me sometimes and we still have serious conversations and take each other seriously but I miss when it was just that because I have plenty of jokes with my non college friends and I was so happy to get new ones because I missed having people to actually talk about stuff with and not just say nonsense all the time.

So I thought about asking him to lay off the insults a little even though I'm the one who basically started it and I still do it a lot myself but every time I just end up feeling bad and wishing I'd just been serious for once. But I feel like an ass because again, I started it and it's unfair to let myself laugh at him and then get upset when he does the same to me. But again I don't really want to laugh at him it just comes out naturally because when I'm comfortable with someone it just happens.

Tessa keeps saying we fight non stop and I know she knows and we all know it's not serious but I just hate that idea even as a joke, fighting. I don't wanna fight I just want a comfortable space to be myself and have people like me and have fun with them.

So would I be the asshole if I told Jamie I don't really like the play fighting anymore even though it all started with me?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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bodhranwriting · 8 months

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Oberon my Beloved. By Bodhrán M

“Oberon,” Eleanor said, “he’s still in the house.”

“Your house? The house -“

“- the house they’re breaking into, yes.”

Mal inhaled sharply. “Any chance…?”

Eleanor jammed the bullet into the chamber and thumbed the trigger. The click echoed in the alleyway and her heart jumped with it. “No. I swear, I’ve never seen that man move faster than an amble.” She seized the youth by the arm, dragging them in her wake. “Let’s go.”

There was someone in his workshop.

Oberon stood at the door, almost paralysed with bewilderment.

This was not part of the schedule. It was nearly six o’clock. He came in here every day at six o’clock to work on his projects and now there was a muscular young man dressed in a dark grey suit and green shirt standing in his workshop looking at his tools so he couldn’t do that.

It would be incredibly rude.

But then again, Oberon thought, he was looking at the tools. Maybe he a fellow student of the practical arts. Maybe he also liked long conversations about wood grains, and chisels, and very nice new hammers.

Brightening a little, Oberon put his box containing his shiny new hammer down beside him and gave a polite little cough.

The man turned as smoothly as a shark. When he saw Oberon, he smiled.

Oberon smiled too. “Hello, are you here for Eleanor? I’m terribly sorry if you’ve been abandoned. She tends to do that.”

The man tilted his head to the side, looking Oberon up and down.

He took a few steps towards him, ending up between him and the doorway.

“Mr Fitzrobert, I presume?”

“Yes,” Oberon said. “This is my workshop. If you’re a guest of Eleanor’s, you probably won’t find her in here.”

The man turned and - with a strange deliberation - closed the door. “Do you like it? Are you a dabbler yourself?” Oberon added hopefully.

“We’re not guests, Mr Fitzrobert,” the man said quietly. He was still smiling and Oberon couldn’t work out why. “But we were hoping that you and the lovely Mrs Fitzrobert could do us the great honour of becoming our guests.”

“Oh that’s very kind of you,” Oberon said, looking past the man to his half-made little sailboat. “But I think we’re both very busy at present. What about November? I think we’re both free in November.”

The man’s brow furrowed. “I’m sorry?”

“Well, I’m afraid I don’t know Eleanor’s schedule, but the wading birds are returning this month and I can’t miss that, so we could possibly take up your offer later in the year.” He could feel the frustration building up in his chest that this terribly rude man was still crowding him when he just wanted to get stuck in.

But the man only took a step closer, muttering under his breath. He reached inside his suit for something.

“Pardon?”

“I said,” the man snapped, “that they were right. You really are stupid.” The gun he pulled was small, but Oberon immediately recognised it as one of the nastier ones. “And I must insist that you come along with us at once.”

“But I have my boat to make -“ Oberon put his hand in the toolbox to emphasise his point.

“Fuck your bloody boat! Are you coming or do I have to shoot you in the knee?”

Oberon looked at him for a moment, considering it. Then he picked up his lovely shiny new hammer and hit the man in the temple.

#writeblr #writing #deaf #queer #fantasy #i’m writing a book #magical realism #1910s

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laurieelaurel · 2 years

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hey hey i love your work! can i rq the brothers with a clingy mc?

Brothers x clingy gn!mc

ofc ofcc I've been feeling like writing a bit more these days so I think I've finally managed to break my curse of only posting once every month

Warnings: none

Lucifer

The two of you seem like a really odd pairing. Stone faced Lucifer and a doe eyed human following him around everywhere

He won’t tell anyone but he finds it very endearing. It’s also pretty convenient because you being close to him = you not enabling any of his brother’s schemes.

I think all the brothers know they have a soft spot for MC, but knowing MC followed him around like that made him feel really pleased with himself

Will return public displays of affection depending on the situation. He can’t have you just plopping yourself down on his lap in the middle of a serious discussion with his brothers! He wouldn’t exactly push you away, but just know he’d much rather save the physical affection for somewhere more private

Behind closed doors, he’s completely different from the Lucifer you know. He’s so often worked to the bone by both his paperwork and brothers’ requests so having you by his side, or in his arms while you listen to him ramble about his day is a blessing.

Dotes on you a lot. If you want to spend some time together, just say the word. He’ll clear his schedule for the evening, and then

Mammon

Are you comparing your clinginess to him, the avatar of greed?

Finally a worthy adversary! Your battle will be Legendary!

> start hugging and see who pulls away first

You’re challenging the tsundere clingy boi himself

It’s part of his nature to be clingy and you being clingy just makes him want to keep you to himself even more. You can’t just hold onto just anybody like that y’hear! And you definitely can’t be showing that smile of yours to just anyone alright??

He lives for your touches and compliments and just your presence is of so so much comfort to him

Flusters really easily when you initiate any kind of pda, grumbling about how high maintenance you are but the second you retract your hand he looks utterly defeated

My mans clinginess increases tenfold in private. It’s virtually impossible for you to sleep together without waking up in a mess of tangled limbs. It’s a good thing the magic in the HoL keeps the climate temperate all year round because you’re sure you would melt into a puddle with the amount of body heat you share. No pillow wall will keep Mammon’s arms from snaking their way around your waist.

Levi

Overthinks everything as usual. Surely there had to be a reason you followed him around all day? What did he need to do in return?

With enough encouragement and affection the demon is slowly getting used to your presence and finds it a comfort. He likes secluding himself from the rest of the world and if you want to join him who is he to say no?

Is happy to see that there’s anything to tell him that you like him anywhere near as much as he likes you. You’re just so genuine and patient in your affections that he could cry. He’ll offer up his own damn heart- no, he’ll build a shrine in your honour!

Startled anytime you make any contact with him, visibly nervous as he spews out some excuses as to why you definitely don’t want to do this and yet his smooth tail snaking possessively around your arm tells you that maybe he does want to be shown some love

Levi really likes having a constant like you in his life at all times. It helps him feel wanted and secure, though he’s not sure just what he’s done to deserve your attention

Satan

Found your behaviour really curious at first. When you first met, you were always so cautious around him, yet now you always trailed after him. He thought he preferred being alone, reading by himself in silence but he realised having you just hanging around was a nice change of surroundings too.

You might have thought he didn’t like having to listen to you ramble on while you did homework, or maybe he found you asking him to accompany you around the school annoying, but over time he’s made it clear he truly does cherish the time you spend together. He just likes observing you from the sidelines.

He’s not too too big on PDA but he does like holding your hand as you both go about your day. Will 100% escort you around RAD like the gentleman he is, leaving only after pressing a quick press to your forehead

Satan enjoys being independent so he still would like some time to himself

But his favourite way to spend nights is with you, laying down in his lap as you both lose track time of time, talking about literally whatever is on your mind.

Asmo

There is no such thing as too clingy to Asmo

Loves people and loves monopolising your time, so if you want to spend your time with him as much as he does with you then it's a win-win!

Always returns your hugs and compliments, pinching your cheeks because you’re just so damn cute! He finds the way you always seek him out so endearing. A smooth talker who can effortlessly carry a conversation, it’s just so easy to relax and tell him about the little things you might not have felt important enough to mention to someone else.

So shameless when it comes to PDA, doing his absolute best to let the rest of the world and most importantly, his brothers, know just who your favourite really is. It’s so exciting, having someone you trust to be your other half at your side at all times. Asmo hasn’t committed this much into a relationship in a while, and it almost feels as if he’s flaunting his very first relationship

He loves loves loves spending quality time with you, whether it’s going on an impromptu shopping spree, or letting him do your nails. He’s all over you when you’re alone together, never with a shortage of things to do.

Beel

You have most definitely triggered his protective instincts. To him you are the sweet little human who brought his family closer together and he’d be darned if he wasn’t as attentive to you as you are to him.

Was always hyper aware about how his size compared to you but having you hang around him so much has gotten him much more confident and comfortable with his strength. He’s happy to walk you to school or around downtown like he does with Belphie.

Beel’s handholding game is definitely 100/10 because words cannot express how warm his large hands are as they handle yours with the utmost care. Will always catch you whenever you surprise him with a running hug, let you nap against his tall frame and carry you as he does Belphie on his back if you’re lazy.

Always so sweet, happy to accept any invitations to hang out and no, you aren’t being too clingy at all MC. He’s more than happy to watch another movie with you tonight :)

He’s very used to sleeping with Belphie and would no doubt be comforted with the fact that you are feel safe and are safe by his side when you sleep over.

Belphie

Another contender for the clingiest brother.

He may not show it too much outwardly, but the second he gets you to himself in his room, he is never letting go. You don’t need to go to school today do you? Just stay here in bed for a while longer… it’s warm and doesn’t ask you to submit assignments… Who cares about what Lucifer’ll say? Just join a virtual class if you really don't want to miss Latin 101

Too good at tempting you to commit his sin because what human on earth doesn’t want to stay buried under a down comforter with the best cuddler in the whole devildom

Also has no shame in showing how close you are in front of his brothers. The moment you offer up your lap as a pillow for his nap he will never accept anything other than it because how else will he sleep comfortably? Little shit who knows damn well the rest of his brothers are glaring daggers into his skull everytime he leans against you at the dinner table.

Loves being spoiled with your attention and touch and yet never misses an opportunity to tease you about how he’s got you wrapped around his finger. How unfortunate for the smug bastard that you’ve already stolen his heart with your persistent affection

#obey me shall we date #obey me swd #obey me x reader #obey me leviathan #obey me mammon #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me lucifer #obey me satan #obey me belphegor #obey me

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PROGRESS POST

(12/18/23)

If you're interested in what I've done recently, the state of my projects, and what I plan on doing in the new year, read on! :)

By Fandom

Linked Universe Projects

Shatterproof: I have more backstories cooking, and a half-finished fic or two, but that's about it. I plan on updating a story at least once before January

Council (1931 AU): backburner, haven't really had inspiration. Still on my radar though, and it spins through my head on occasion!

Marvelous Misadventures: been plucking away at this! I recently had an epiphany regarding the next part of the plot, so hopefully that gets me more excited to work on it

Considering expanding the coloring pages I made into a whole series, that could be cool

Misc stuff includes a couple half-abandoned oneshots, a few drawing ideas, and a major art project that probably won't happen because I'm trying not to burn myself out 😅

Four Swords Projects

Fairytale AU: recently gained fire for this again. Reread and organized all my existing material, edited the outline, and I desperately want to finish it soon. Hesitantly scheduling for before the new year. Draft currently maybe about 30% of the way, at 8k.

Isekai AU: I don't think I've mentioned this to anyone outside discord, but ta da I'm deep in this. I'm probably 90% done, about 30k. This will be a Christmas fic, I hope!!

Vampire lords AU: rambly vampire plot is going. Somewhat slowly. I've been trying to not overload myself with too much, so this has been demoted slightly. :) Bite fics happen spontaneously, though, and there might be another coming.

Rinthia AU: my original world, the one seen in Nothing New Under the Sun. This is kind of a passing thought, definitely in planning stages, but I would kind of like to expand this—see where the other characters are, give y'all some answers, because the answers are there

Non-fandom

I want to do more traditional art, graphite and watercolors mostly, and that usually means using photos or life instead of fandom stuff. Makes it a bit less exciting, but maybe I can find a way of doing that. I miss my lil oil paint studio area but I can work with what I have

I'm crafting a few Christmas presents instead of buying them because I do not have much money. That is something I need to spend like, this next week doing

Sanderson merch: I have a goal of getting a booth at Dragonsteel next December, and selling some small souvenir stuff. My plans involve making more pins (I ordered a couple already, and they're very nice), drawing some coloring pages, and maybe advertising here a little once I actually have some stuff I'm proud of up. This will ideally take a year to get together, though, so no rush.

By Month

November

I spent most of November working on The Worst Thing About Earth, kind of an impulse fic that spiraled out of control. I think I burned myself out a little on this, so I've been taking it slowly. Trying to, anyway.

December

So far, I've mostly worked on holiday gift exchanges and some backburner stuff. Like I said, I've been taking it kind of gently. I plan on finishing the FS isekai AU this month, and getting most of the way through the fairytale AU. Getting those off my plate will free me up to think about other things, I think. I also plan on maybe one more bite fic and one more LU disability AU thing before the new year.

January On

I'm not sure what the next month will bring! Ideally, I'll be wrapping up the fairytale AU and intermittently posting a few little things. I'm hoping to return to a couple of my older projects soon, mostly Marvelous Misadventures, because I've left that thing unfinished for LONG ENOUGH.

This next year, I want to try to devote more time to doing things for myself that aren't fandom things. I'd like to reread Stormlight Archive before #5 comes out in December, play more video games, and do more painting. I would like to establish a better habit of making and eating food. I want to play board games a little more often.

Still, the muse can be fickle, and as you probably know by now, I am very good at chasing my inspiration!!

#i speak from the coffin #progress post

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izukuwus · 1 year

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Edible Arrangements: Twenty-Fifth Bite: Apology Fruit

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A/N: Woah. Posting on a schedule is fucking weird. I'm in the throes of NaNoWriMo right now, working on a different fic primarily, but it's going well and soon I should run out of tracks for that fic and be back to working ahead on EA! One horrible thing to note: turns out, tumblr will never play nice with copy-and-pasting, which means formatting this doesn't get easier even if I write in Scrivener in a way that makes my brain hurt! I'll get over it, though!

I had to fight this chapter a little bit to get it to format correctly and did a few passes, but please don't hesitate to let me know if you notice any mistakes or formatting weirdness!

Additional note, I actually kind of hate what tumblr's doing with links. I had to jump through HOOPS to find my way to getting a link to the previous chapter.

Chapter Summary: After a saved date, you and Izuku return home, where he pops the question he's been toying with for a while. Preparations and work ensue.

Warnings: some light touches on trauma previously gone over in the plot, food mentions

Word count: ~4300 words

You're not sure you've ever felt this content in your life. Izuku drives you home, the both of you locked in tranquility, and he has half a mind to carry you inside once you're there. There's a candy bowl set out in front of the gate, filled with full-size Skittles bags and king-sized candy bars in the event any trick-or-treaters brave the rich neighborhood long enough to make it to your place. (You figure they must—no smart kid would pass up getting candy from the people with money to splurge on the big guns for Halloween.) You kick off your shoes, Izuku shrugs off his suit jacket, and before long, you're cuddled up on the couch and picking out a movie.

After much hesitation, he picks some horror movie and puts it on. You don't know if it's the best idea for his re-introduction into watching things on his TV, but, well, if he picked it…

For a little while, you watch in comfortable silence. His arms are wrapped around you carefully, soothingly, like he's afraid he might break you. And as the movie continues, his grip on you tightens, gradual at first, until it's an uncomfortable silence and you have no choice but to address it.

"Izuku?"

"Y-yeah?"

"You okay?"

He doesn't answer. After a moment, you reach for the remote and hit pause, looking through the guide for something better suited. "Yeah, I didn't think so. I’m not a huge fan of horror, anyways. There's this movie I watch every year on Halloween; it's kinda childish but it's fun and I like it a lot, so can we watch that instead?" You're careful in your wording, purposeful in making it sound like he's doing something for you by changing the movie.

He nods, burying his face in the back of your neck. "I'm sorry. I really wanted to try my hardest, but it just wasn't…"

"That's okay," you say softly. "It was a valiant effort, but I let you take on too much, too fast. You may not ever like horror movies, as it is. Honestly, I kind of hate them myself. Let's move to something that won't be so awful for you, okay?" You flip to the new movie: a well-loved kid's Halloween movie that you've damn near memorized by now. He accepts the change with quiet gratitude, and as the movie begins, his hold on you relaxes into something more fluid.

It's a quiet Halloween. Your thoughts drift once or twice to the candy table near the gate, the question of how many have come by and found delight in the seemingly bottomless bowl of candy waiting there for them. You're sure that, had you thought to decorate, the whole house would have been covered in Halloween decorations. Normally, you might have tagged along with Mina to a party, or maybe agreed to babysit someone's kids and take them trick-or-treating. This time a few months ago, you're sure you would have been utterly desperate to make a quick buck and capitalize off of babysitting the kids whose parents have gotten over the whole “taking the kids trick-or-treating” deal. A soft smile flits onto your face at the thought of how much things have changed for you.

"Hey…" Izuku says quietly. You tilt your head back to look at him.

"Are you… Are you happy with how things are?"

You blink innocently at the question. "This is probably the happiest I've been in a long time. I mean, some things got dangerous. I made the mistake of saying 'vampire' out loud and got one of my closest friends hurt, along with myself. There's a lot I should probably work through, but…" You're not sure how to finish the sentence. "Here, with you, I wouldn't want things to be any different than they have been."

He smiles softly. "I see. I'm glad."

"Why? Something wrong?"

He sighs. "No, I just… I worry. About making you too dependent on me. I know, I offered this because you needed someone to depend on and so did I, but… I don't want you to think you can't leave. I never want you to feel trapped here."

You reach up, patting his cheek gently. "I'm happy. I don't feel trapped. I feel like I have a future again. You said I could leave whenever I wanted, and you weren’t lying."

He frowns, but pulls you a little closer. "I was thinking about adopting a cat. I… We… I think we could both use trained, professional help, after everything the both of us have been through. But for us to both be able to speak fully about everything, it has to be someone vampire-friendly, and I don't know how to even begin looking for that, so it could take a while to find someone. And then, I'm worried about creating a conflict of interest, because that’s a big concern with therapists seeing patients who know each other, so we'd have to find two separate ones who are both vampire-friendly and won’t think we’re insane, and… Until then, I think an emotional support animal would be a good idea, and I've seen the way you look at pictures of cats, so…"

The smile on your face could not possibly grow any bigger. "Yes! I'd love a cat! I've always wanted one, but my parents thought they were evil beings or whatever, and I haven't been able to afford or house one since I moved out, so I never got one, but I'd love one!"

He smiles back, running a gentle thumb over the skin of your good arm. "We'll figure out a day to go visit the shelter and pick one out, okay?"

Giddy, you turn your attention back to the movie. "Okay!" You turn your attentions back to the movie, but you can't focus anymore. You're giddy with thoughts of cat and getting sleepy as the weight of the best steak on the planet settles in your stomach and drags you down.

Your phone screen lights up. A text. It's from your ex.

Asshole to [name] at 12:04 AM

Asshole: Who was that tonight?

Despite everything, you smile.

You block his number without even a word.

"So, how was Halloween?" Mina rests her chin in her palm, looking you over with a smug smile. You're both sat on the same side of one of the round tables in front of the Caf, facing the fountain as you wait for Neito to show his annoying ass up.

"Mina. Oh my god. The steak." You grip her arm, casting one arm over your eyes dramatically. "I've dreamed of it every night since."

"It's been, like, two nights, but do go on."

"I cried in the restaurant. It was. So. Good."

She laughs, wrenching her arm away just to pull you into a side hug.

"Okay, okay, enough about that meat. What about—"

"Am I interrupting?"

You pause in your dramatic steak talk to open one eye towards Neito. He's dressed pretentious, with mirror shades and shorts even though it's literally fucking November, because that's who he is as a person, you guess. More important is what he's holding: a fruit bouquet, barely small enough to be carried in one hand.

"Oh, good, you got a table with an umbrella. The sun has never been great for my complexion." There's a statement lingering on that: it's worse now. (Almost a funny joke, though, if it came from someone with a less sinister role in your past.)

"You're not interrupting. Come sit, Murder Guy," Mina says. Her voice seems friendly enough, but you've known her long enough to know that she's ready to throw hands at any given moment. "What's with the fruit?"

"He's my project partner, actually," you whisper to her.

She buckles over with laughter, and soon, you follow, quiet giggles floating out of you.

He looks confused between the two of you as she recovers. "It's for [name]. I, uh, thought to purchase one for the… for their friend as well, but I get the sense that he would rather forget I exist."

"Kind of extra, but I'll take it. I’ll let him know you apologized, too."

He slides the bouquet across the table to you. It's actually kind of a nice gesture—in the middle of it all is a little greeting card that reads, in swooping cursive letters: Sorry for trying to kill you and your friend.

Aw. He bought you an apology fruit arrangement.

"Thanks."

He clears his throat. "Yeah."

"It's a good step in the right direction."

"Uh-huh."

Silence settles over the three of you. He doesn't seem to have brought a friend along. As easy as it'd be for you to just joke with Mina this whole time, you do have work to do, so…

"You know what else is a good step in the right direction?"

Neito pre-emptively cringes. "What?"

"Getting started on this dumb assignment. Let's go ahead and see what Dr. Aizawa's got for us." You grab a fruit skewer and open up your laptop to get started. Neito nods and hurriedly gets out his own things, making the table quite crowded with two laptops and a fruit bouquet.

Surprisingly, the work comes naturally. You settle on a topic and distribution of work after only a moderate level of teeth-gritting and glaring, and leave it to Neito to officially claim it. No major incidents occur, and you're actually quite happy with the way things get settled. You suspect it has something to do with the fact that he feels guilty for everything that's happened, but you'll take getting more influence on the project if that's how you have to get it.

And things move on.

You bring home the fruit bouquet and snack on it while you work on school things. And when you're done and relaxing, you have half a mind to wonder where Izuku has gone off to. You pass it off quickly—he's probably busy, after all, and you don't want to bother him.

Yeah, probably just busy.

A day of classes meets you, barely paying attention. You promised you’d attend all your classes today, and really, two hours isn’t so bad, but you really, really can’t make yourself care today. Two hours of classwork, and then meeting Izuku for pet shopping.

You'd been so excited about the cat that Izuku couldn't help but agree to start the process as soon as possible. So today, getting the necessities, like a cat bed and tower. When you return with a whole mess of things for your future son, you both pile them up in the middle of the living room and start on the biggest thing: assembling the cat tree. Well, trees. You'd picked up one, and, realizing how big the house was, sheepishly asked whether Izuku would be alright with at least a second one. So now you sit back-to-back, each with your own cat tree to assemble. Periodically, one of you holds the instructions or a random, ambiguous piece of tree over your shoulder for an opinion or a complaint, but overall, the night is peaceful. It does much to soothe you, even with the half an hour spent swearing and disassembling your cat tree only to re-assemble it with just a bit more accuracy.

"Should we eventually get a second cat?" you wonder aloud as you deliberate the difference between two seemingly identical pieces of wood. The instructions insist they're different, but if they are, you can't see it. "I mean, the baby might get lonely."

"I don't ever really leave the house for long. Do you think it'll be a problem?"

"I think it depends on the cat, really. I heard they get lonely without another cat around."

"Hmm. We'll meet the cat and figure out whether the one we end up with even likes other cats first, does that sound fair?"

You smile and turn back to your very clearly different pieces of wood.

"Yeah, I'm good with that."

Somehow, things get better. You pick away at your fruit bouquet over the next few days, cat-proof the mansion within reason, and genuinely consider convincing Izuku to install a whole jungle gym for your future son on the walls of the living room.

Nights fall, and without fail, you find yourself in Izuku's bed, or he finds himself in yours. You can hardly sleep without him there, now—though you try to move forward, past everything that's happened to you, it's only in his arms that you stop thinking about the thrall mark you can't see and the things you can't remember long enough to sleep. It's only in his arms that you can ignore your healing burns and the pain associated with them, and move past the memories of thorns digging into your sides, of your best friend falling unconscious to the ground, of begging for someone to call Izuku, please call Izuku, he'll save Tenya, he has to—

But you're safe here. You have to be.

So you keep going. You let yourself fall back to sleep, night after night, with Izuku there to remind you that you’re safe, and a Saturday morning comes to remind you that you did, indeed, agree to sacrifice part of your weekend to having Hitoshi over again to practice the presentation ahead of time and look at re-arranging any potential slides.

You don't even want to think about the stupid thing; you very nearly turn over and let Izuku protect you from the day as a whole, but you’d better do something today before it all goes to shit. All your interest in the Death Adder, the mysterious plane crash, the nearly hundred bodies showing up with bite marks, has evaporated. You're left with a sense of unease at the mere thought of working on it, on working to memorize the details of an event so horrifically traumatic for someone so close to you and be able to parrot them back to a classroom of disinterested university students who're just there to fill their mandatory attendance requirements.

Seeing disinterest on their faces as you talk about everything might just drive you mad.

Still, Izuku had been more than fine with (maybe even enthusiastic to the idea of) having Hitoshi over again, and he’ll be here in a few hours, so once again, you resign yourself to being antagonized by—and maybe even getting along with—Hitoshi until your required tasks are done. In the meantime, you drag yourself out of bed and into your bedroom, where you sequester at your desk, make notecards, and practice idly on your own, whispering the words to your half of the presentation to yourself. They feel too damning to say out loud, and you're forced to dance around them until you find ways to say everything that doesn't make you think about Izuku, about how he must have felt when—

No. Stop thinking about it.

Afternoon arrives, you being interrupted only by Izuku putting food down on top of your notecards, and Hitoshi arrives, too, and soon, you're in the library, flipping through your notecards in preparation, and then, you're practicing with Hitoshi, and then—

…

—then?

Finally, after days of preparation and thought, still with no name in mind, you and Izuku travel to the animal shelter. They have strict rules for adoption, and you've followed them to the letter, a clean bill so you can pick out the cat today and stop by the store for the appropriate food on your way back.

The receptionist greets you with a smile, apparently infected by your enthusiasm. "Name?"

"Midoriya," Izuku answers. "We made the appointment to meet the cats?"

"Certainly. We've gone over your pre-application, so you're approved for any cats you choose. Thank you both, again, for following the process so willingly—we get a lot of complaints about our high standards for potential adopters, but introducing this system dropped the local cases of abandonment and abuse quite significantly."

"Of course." Izuku smiles at her. She takes you to the back, down the hall, to a large room where tons of cats of various ages, sizes, and colors bound around, being perfectly catlike in their mannerisms.

"So, I'll let the two of you look around and meet with your potential new friends for a bit. We encourage you to interact with the cats, and if you have any questions or are looking for any particular breed or care needs, let an attendant know and we'll be happy to help. You can hit that buzzer on the wall to find me at the front desk, okay?"

"Yep!" you chirp. "Thank you!"

She leaves you to your perusal, and you're more than happy for the relative solitude—you go straight to the center of the room, and Izuku follows, watching in amusement as you sit in the middle of the floor and begin to watch for any cat that stands out to you.

"Did you have anything in mind, Izu?"

"I'd like it to be a cat," he replies, smiling wryly.

You snort. "Well, I'd hope so. I mean, do you have any limits on stuff like special needs, or age, or…"

"I mean, I guess I'd be happy with anything? They're all so cute, I'm not sure how I could even choose. And I’ve got time to take care of a special needs cat if that’s what we end up with."

He takes a seat on the floor next to you. Several cats bound right up to him—you giggle when a kitten enthusiastically begins to climb his back.

Oh, you have no idea where to begin on this little venture. There's easily sixty cats in the large room—more, you assume, hiding in various nooks and crannies. There's an attendant who's just come in, bearing a rolling bin filled with compartments of various cat foods. You watch as nearly every cat in the room bolts to her, including the one that had been climbing Izuku. You laugh as it springs off him. "These hoes ain't loyal at all." You giggle. "They left you the second someone had food."

The attendant looks up to see you two, smiling at you. "How are you finding the cats? Meet any that speak to you?"

"Well, I think we're both a little lost. I was kind of hoping one would just… jump out at me. But… Do you have any that don't really like other cats, or that might have to leave the center soon?"

Izuku spares you a glance. You await the attendant's answer as she measures out food.

"Hm… Most of our cats have turned out to be really friendly. But we do have one… He stays away from the other cats, and he won't even come out to eat. He's in that back corner over there, in the tree, if you want to try to meet him. But be careful, he bites a lot. If we can't get his behavior to level out, we may have to…"

"Say no more." You push yourself to a standing position, following her directions to a cat tree in the back corner of the room, where, sure enough, two orange eyes peek out at you from a seemingly impossible shroud of darkness.

And, impossibly, your neck begins to itch.

"'Zuku, are you looking at my neck?" you mutter to him as he comes up beside you.

"Well, I wasn't," he says. "Why?"

"It's… itching."

You gingerly extend a hand into the darkness. You're greeted with a sniff, then pull your hand away as the tiniest black fluff steps out of the dark.

"Oh shit, he's adorable." You hover your hand just within reach, shifting uncomfortably at the continued itching-burning of your bite marks. "Hey, sweetheart, the nice lady tells me you're not a fan of the other kitties?"

To your delight, he meows back. Your neck seems to itch more as he stares at you, and just to be sure, you glance back at the attendant. Her back is to you, and there's no one else in the room. Izuku has reached a hand out to let the kitten warm up to him, in hopes of avoiding a bite, but his eyes are trained completely on the baby.

The cat is the only one looking at your neck. And on closer inspection, two impossibly sharp fangs are poking out of his mouth, the likes of which you've only really noticed on…

"Baby, is that you?" you mutter to it in your best cat voice.

It doesn't answer. It's a cat, after all.

"Izuku, I think he's the one."

"Do you?" he asks, raising his eyebrows. He's smoothed one finger over the top of the cat's head. No biting so far.

"We've taken to calling him Ankle Biter," the attendant says from behind you. You nearly scream—Izuku's quick hand on your shoulder grounds you enough to resist it. "He usually goes for the ankles." "Do you ever see him eat regular cat food?"

She tilts her head. "Sometimes? He doesn't come out until people leave, though, except to bite unprovoked. I can't figure him out."

"Anything else strange about him?"

She places a hand on her chin thoughtfully. "Well, it's odd… We've had Ankle Biter here for a good six months, but he's never gotten any bigger, or really changed at all. By now, he should basically look like a smaller adult, but he just… hasn't changed."

You shoot Izuku a Look™. Whether he understands it, you're not sure, but…

One last test.

The mirror in your pocket, just to be sure she wasn't looking at you. You pull it out, flip it open, and make like you're adjusting your hair.

She reflects perfectly fine. Just for fun, you turn around to look at her, keeping it open, and sweep the area now behind you.

The cat doesn't reflect. Not even his eyes.

You don't know how or why, but someone turned this fucking cat into a vampire.

"Well, that's interesting. I think he's the cat for me. Izuku, what do you think?"

He tilts his head at you. "He's adorable. I'm just surprised you decided so quick."

"Don't you feel it?" you insist, slipping into a grin. You pocket your mirror and grab his arm with both hands. "He's perfect." You grin up at him, squeezing his arm gently. Please, oh please, take the hint. "Can't we get him?"

He laughs, a hand coming up to rub the back of his neck. "Sure." He looks at the attendant. "Should we tell you, or do we need to buzz the front desk for Ankle Biter?"

"I'll buzz them! But, are you sure? I'm serious when I say he bites ankles. Not an employee works here who doesn't get bit by him within the week."

You nod enthusiastically. "Please. We can get him to stop biting. I know a few tricks, and he's just… He's adorable. I can't get over his little fangs, and I was worried he'd get lonely if it's just him as a cat, but since he doesn't like other cats…"

"Well…" She smiles. "I'm glad you've made your choice. I'll get Miranda, and then she'll bring in a carrier so you two can take Ankle Biter home. Did you have a name in mind, for the certificate, or will you stick with Ankle Biter?"

You look to Izuku, who shrugs and nods at you, then at Ankle Biter. Finally, you nod back to the attendant. "Sbeve."

"Sbeve?" she echoes.

It just slipped out, but it's too perfect. You nod. "Sbeve."

"Is that spelled like Steve, but with a B, or…"

"Yep! His name's Sbeve."

She laughs. "Not the worst name we've had for an adoptee." She peers past you. "Hey, Sbeve, we found you a forever home. Won't you be glad to have new ankles to bite?"

Sbeve meows. The attendant calls the front desk, and you listen in amusement as the receptionist realizes you're adopting the apparently infamous Ankle Biter.

"I'll be right there with the crate! Try to keep him from biting before I get there!" she insists. Within a minute, she's in the room, holding a Sbeve-sized crate to carry the boy out in.

You think they're expecting Sbeve to put up a fight. But he merely looks from you to Izuku, then back again, and trots right up to jump into the crate.

"That's amazing," the receptionist says. "All my time here and I've never seen Ankle Biter cooperate with anything that didn't directly get him closer to biting someone's ankles."

You snort. "Oh, I'm sure he'll happily be biting our ankles soon."

She latches the crate door, glancing up at you forlornly. "I'm almost sad to see him go. I'm glad he got out before our boss decided he was too much trouble and wouldn't get adopted, but… I'll miss him."

"For what it's worth, I won't miss bandaging my ankles," cuts in the attendant.

Izuku chuckles. "I'm sure you won't. But hey, we'll keep in touch! Maybe someday Sbeve here will be behaved enough to stay with a second cat."

"More like third," you tease. He shoots you a playful glare.

You return to the front of the shelter, carrying Sbeve's crate the whole way, and finalize the paperwork. It's almost solemn, especially when you're asked to take a picture to prove you're leaving with the infamous Ankle Biter that's surely terrorized this shelter for ages now. Sbeve is quiet the whole way home. You can't help but smile the whole time, securing his crate in the back for the ride to the pet store.

In solitude, Izuku finally has the chance to ask. "So why did you pick up on this one so quickly?"

"Two words," you say, glancing back at Sbeve's crate. "Vampire kitten."

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goldenchunkycat · 1 year

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I still love him (Do I ?)

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Pairing: Sunghoon x Reader

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Summary: Patterns of disrespect in a relationship.

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Warnings:

- ANGST: Toxic relationship, Sunghoon does not respect reader feelings or privacy, swear word like once. ___ A/N: I do not romanticize toxic relationships. Please, love, be loved, and respect your other significant ♡

"Miss, would you like to order ?"

"Sorry, I did not- Just a few more minutes please..."

"Of course, I'll be back in a few minutes."

She was polite, smiling, kind, and obviously pitying me. I was pitying myself too. I have been sitting here, on this bench, for an hour now. At first, I was just thinking that he was a bit late. Nothing too unusual, I was used to it. But it wasn't pissing me off, since I have been late to some of our dates too. But minutes after, I came the horrid conclusion that he was not going to come. Maybe he forgot, maybe he had a busy schedule. He was an idol, I knew what to expect from him. But...it still hurts.

"Excuse me !"

"Yes Ma'am ? Would you like to order ?"

"Yes. I'll take a hot chocolate with a muffin please. Cheesecake and strawberry, please."

"Okay ! I'll be back in a few minutes."

"Thank you."

At least that random person was kind, otherwise I would be crying in the middle of this cute coffee shop, looking at the picture that Sunghoon posted on his private Instagram account. Yeah. He really was busy.

"I told you a hundred time that I'm sorry, I'll make it up to you."

"You look very sorry when you roll your eyes."

"I'm in idol ! I have a schedule, deadlines, expectations, people are looking up to me, I can't deceive them !"

It hurts. His words are like gunshots, tearing me appart, shattering my heart and crushing the last pieces of it.

"Do,'t you think that I have a life too ? I may not be famous like you, but I'm working too ! I literally lied to my employer to be able to go on this date with you because you said it was your only day off of the month. But you made me wait and make a fool of myself in that coffee shop !"

"Look, I really gotta go, we'll talk about this later, okay ?"

And he hung up on me. Because Sunghoon was like this. He was always late, disregarding of my free time, and never here to discuss things that matters. Well, it matters to me, but what about him ? But it's fine, I'm the one who picked him, I fell in love with him and I still love him.

"What is it ? Tell me !"

"No, it's a surprise."

I giggled at his words, holding his hand close to my heart. I hate whenever I act like this, smiling big, giggling like a lovesick girl. But that's what I was. A lovesick girl. And Sunghoon a good boyfriend who keeps his words. When I woke up this morning, he sent me a text, saying that he was going to take me on a date. So dressed nice, just for him. He just came to pick me up in a jogging and a white shirt. It was fine, as long as he felt comfortable in whatever he was wearing.

"Okay, you can open your eyes."

Oh.

"Oh- Oh ! Sunghoon, thank you so much, it's...very nice."

"What's with the face, don't you like it ?"

He gave me the look. The disappointed one. The one who made me feel like a bad girlfriend who was never happy and very much ungrateful.

"I really like it, babe. But you know that I'm allergic to cats, right..?"

I just wanted him to tell me that he just forgot, that he could take me elsewhere. But he just gave me the other look. The 'duh' one. The one who made me feel like I was dumb, like we weren't on the same page.

"I know. I just really wanted to come here. And since it's my day off I wanted to take you on a date too. Thought that you could do some efforts."

Efforts. There's no 'efforts' that I can make, because if I come in there I'm gonna be sick for a whole week. Don't you realize that it can injure me severely ? If you did not forgot then why did you bring me here ? Don't you care about my health, for my safety ?

Those are the words that I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs. I wanted to yell and throw a tantrum, to be the selfish one for once. To look at him like he looked at me. But did not uttered a word. I just smiled and followed him in the coffee. Because Sunghoon was like this, he was selfish and did not gave two buck about my safety if he could enjoy himself. But it's fine, I'm the one who picked him, I fell in love with him and I still love him.

"I'm here."

"Finally."

"Sorry, had to do something on the way here."

Are you ? Didn't you just showed up two hours late ? Didn't you made me eat our dinner alone when you promised that you would come tonight ?

"I'm changing, don't come in the bedroom !"

"I have to take your charger, like, right now."

"Yeah, but you can wait a few minutes."

"No."

Just as I was changing my underwear, he barged into my bedroom, looking at me briefly before walking beside me to take my charger who was on my bed.

"Sunghoon, what the fuck ?"

"Oh, come on it's fine, I'm your boyfriend."

I felt like throwing up and crying while running at marathon. I wanted to kick him out of my apartment to teach him that no, it was not fine, even if he was my boyfriend. But I remained silent, eyes wide ,shocked at his demeanor.

"Get out !"

He plopped on the bed, laughing and winking at me, getting himself comfortable while ignoring my pleas.

"Please, get out of my bedroom, Sunghoon..."

He shrugged and plugged his phone. I hated the fact that I had to took my clothes and go change into my bathroom. I hated that when I looked at my reflection, the only thing that I saw was tears filling up my eyes, rosy cheeks because of the embarrassment and self-consciousness that was coursing through my body. I hated the fact that he was indifferent. Because Sunghoon was like this, disrespectful of my mental and physical privacy. But it's fine, I'm the one who picked him, I fell in love with him and I still love him.

"But it's pretty ! You would look stunning in this dress."

"I said no, Sunghoon, I'm not wearing this dress, I don't like. I'd rather wear something in my closet."

He put the dress down and sighed. He was sulking. At some point in our relationship it was fun and cute. How he would avoid eye contact, sigh when I'm talking at him or just straight up ignoring me. But seems like it wasn't now because...

"I'm sorry, Sunghoon. Look, I can tel you why I don't wanna wear it, huh ? I'm very grateful for the gift though."

Because it was just rude. It was making me sick, anxious, stressed. It was making me question myself. Should I have wear that dress, even if I hated it ? Was I too capricious ? And when I wanted to talk to him about my feelings, like the adults that we were, he was just giving me the silent treatment, disregarding my feelings.

"I'm sorry..."

Why was I sorry ? Because Sunghoon was like this ? Selfish, uncaring, a liar, disrespectful ? But it's fine, I'm the one who picked him, I fell in love with him and I still love him, do I ?

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ciaossu-imagines · 1 year

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Can I request for any sleepover headcanons for khr girls? Like, what are the things they would do when they spend the night together? They hardly receive love and recognition 🥺

Of course you can, my darling anon! I fully agree - the KHR girls are amazing and deserve more love and recognition! I had a blast thinking of these and imagining their sleepovers! I hope you enjoy!

I’m going to get my least popular opinion out of the way here! Just a reminder that this is just my personal opinion and read on the characters! But I feel that, while they can be respectful and polite to each other and can spend limited amounts of time together, especially for the sake of their mutual friend, Hana and Haru are not friends. They’re friendly enough but they don’t go out of their way or attempt to spend too much time together. They’re both just such different people and their personalities do kind of clash if they’re together for too long. Kyoko’s mature enough to realize that, though she’s friends with both of them, the two girls don’t need to be close to each other and so Kyoko makes sure that she has separate sleepovers with Haru and with Hana so that both can be as enjoyable as possible.

Haru and Kyoko tend to schedule their sleepovers to coincide with Haru and Kyoko appreciation days. They’ll almost always invite I-Pin and Bianchi along, encouraging both girls to have their own appreciation days as well. I-Pin often takes them up on the offer and Bianchi does every now and then. There’s shopping, a trip to the cake shop, supper out before everyone heads back to Kyoko or Haru’s for the sleepover. If Bianchi is there, there’s always quite a bit of boy talk and giggling. These sleepovers, whether it’s just Kyoko and Haru or all four of the girls, tend to be the more stereotypically girly ones, with hair and make-up, boy talk, silly magazine quizzes, dessert aplenty, and lots of silliness and bonding.

With Hana, however, Kyoko tends to have more sleepovers but less eventful ones. It’s nothing for Hana to end up spending the night at Kyoko’s after a study date between the two of them runs late, with Hana often helping Kyoko with math homework and Kyoko helping Hana with her foreign language skills. Hana is a pretty solid main stay around Kyoko’s house and sleepovers for the two girls tend to be relaxed and often spur of the moment.

Chrome slowly warms up to the idea of sleepovers with Haru and Kyoko, but it does take a while. They make her nervous and its baby-steps in getting her to not leave in the middle of them. It’s not often she agrees to a sleepover, though she does enjoy the company of the other girls and is always so appreciative that they want her there. It’s just that it’s out of her comfort zone and she finds she doesn’t sleep well in the quiet of the sleepover, after the others have fallen asleep. There’s always some noise at Kokuyo Land, whether it be Ken snoring or Chikusa wandering around late at night. There’s always something and, at sleepovers, it’s so quiet for Chrome. She might go maybe once every couple of months and Kyoko and Haru are good about always inviting her and never holding it against Chrome when she says no. When she does join them for a sleepover, the two really go out of their way to try to spoil the other girl with attention and snacks and feminine bonding, since they know she lives mostly with males.

Adelheid and Shitt P. don’t have ‘sleepovers’ per se. They do spend a lot of time together and they’ll set aside certain nights to hang out in each other’s rooms and crash together but neither of them really slaps the sleepover label onto them. Adelheid really tries hard to spend quality time with each member of the family and those nights are a large portion of her quality time with Shitt P. On top of that, both girls are really surrounded by men in their family and sometimes, it’s nice for both of them just to have the company of another girl. Those nights together help them really build a bond and the two of them goof around, watch movies, play dress-up or do make-up, eat delicious food, and talk about a lot of things. Secrets get shared, serious and silly topics discussed. It’s just a routine thing for them but time that both girls do treasure.

Bonus headcanon – Lal Mirch has had one sleepover in her entire life, and it was with Luce. Lal accepted Luce’s invitation to have a ‘girl’s night together’ to be polite and out of respect for the other woman’s kindness. While she swore at the time she’d rather have spent the evening getting teeth pulled because she felt so out of her element, it’s now a memory she rather cherishes.

#replies #headcanons #khr headcanons #khr #katekyo hitman reborn #bianchi #haru miura #kyoko sasagawa #i-pin #chrome dokuro #hana kurosawa #adelheid suzuki #shitt p.#lal mirch #luce

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thistransient · 1 year

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- So I went to the Taiwanese trial class with my friend. It was taught by a little old lady who was nice enough but gave me some mild flashbacks to those harrowing weeks with the Mandarin teacher of a similar age. Most of the session was her explaining the history of 台語 in Taiwan, with a side of trying to force the 8 tones and counting from 1 to 10 upon us via rote memorization. I felt a bit frustrated and not entirely thrilled, my friend was miffed that the school hadn’t explained the price they quoted was for the trial class only. We’ve decided to give it a pass and try a different school, although our scheduled trial there is on hold on account of the teacher falling ill. In the meantime my friend has begun to contemplate taking group Japanese class instead (as his partner and her kid are Japanese), which is much more widely available. I am tempted. Do I need to start half-assedly learning yet another language? Probably not. Do I want to divert my energy from Mandarin to whole-assedly learn Japanese? Also not really. Is there a high chance of following through nonetheless? At least I’m self-aware about it...

- Job applications here largely require a photo, and I need a haircut but I’m afraid to go back to the place I went in August for the big chop. The guy started cutting it while wet, then broke out the blow-dryer and kept snipping til he was satisfied, but because my hair is curly and I do not own styling product more complicated than a comb, it reverted immediately to a vague dandelion shape and took several months to actually resemble the reference photo I’d provided. The thought keeps crossing my mind to simply shave my head entirely. I had it buzzed to a 3 some ten years ago after a dye-job gone wrong and did not enjoy my appearance. Of course I look different now, and hair grows back, but the struggle between wanting the catharsis and radical change (not to mention less mess in the shower drain strainer) of a head-shave, and fearing the hassle of growing it all back out if I do truly detest it is raging inside of me.

- After coming back from Korea I may have spent one whole day languishing in bed and eating spoonfuls of peanut butter as a meal before slowly reconvening daily activities. I have been meeting some friends and going out, but I end up needing one day of hermit-like recovery for every outdoor social endeavour. I have yet to implement any kind of proper schedule (beyond “try to eat three meals and go outside at least once”), leading my friends to recommend I start by contemplating my greater, overarching goals for life. Every few years I come round to the notion of attempting a STEM degree (which would require redoing undergrad, but, as they say, “the time will pass anyways”). I think it would be really engaging to do a program taught in Chinese, and possibly motivate me to overcome my deficiencies in the math department, which is what always puts me off the whole scheme. Scientific terms are so much simpler in Mandarin because they’re extremely 顧名思義 (just as the name implies); English really shot itself in the foot with all the Greek and Latin. I don’t even need to check the dictionary to figure out 光合 means ‘photosynthesis’... Will I actually follow through with this, and live out my days happily studying trees and avoiding small talk with humans, or will I continue to trundle through life intermittently trying to teach English between bouts of autistic burnout? When I put it that way, the answer seems obvious, but this is without factoring in all the bugs that live in trees... Also wasn’t I trying to convince myself to go to grad school for what, translation? linguistics? library science? something? just a few months ago? Maybe overarching life goals are a red herring at present, and I should just get a job first and then see what kind of things I’m interested in when I have consistent disposable income to pursue them at length.

- I am, at the ripe old age of my mid-30s (I’m rounding up since my birthday is next month- again, so soon??) being forced to reconsider what it means to like someone. Perhaps on account of being socially inept and spending all of my formative years in Catholic school, I took for granted that it was that painful, infatuated pining one feels for attractive strangers or casual acquaintances who generally don’t reciprocate. In the past couple years I began to experience the strange phenomenon of having great affection for friends I’d gotten to know slowly and who became increasingly physically appealing as time wore on, but I wrote this off as Mystery Emotion X because it lacked that frantic obsession I was accustomed to. Now I suspect this may simply be a healthy manifestation of romantic attraction. I’ve often struggled with exactly what identity label the intersection of my gender, attraction pattern, and neurodivergency might land me under. I think the plot is thickening... but I will put off pursuing further clarity by going to the BDSM bar instead.

#i should probably figure something out jobwise before my 90 days are up #i actually did buy an exit flight to show the inbound airline as i was leaving korea #which they checked in detail and i was sweating bullets BECAUSE #i actually bought the flight for the wrong day on accident and just manually edited the date before i printed the itinerary #it was one of those super cheap sale flights that probably does not allow amending #but who knows maybe as the date approaches i'll feel the urge to see what goes on in Manila at 4 AM

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puella-peanut · 1 year

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In your College AU, did Twig decide he needed to workout and seem grown up because he wasn't getting Daniel's attention otherwise? I mean did he try to flirt with his professor and realize he wasn't being taken seriously or what? I think it's so cute that Daniel was his motivation. Relatable! Lol

Terry with a crush but in a more normal way. Well. Maybe. I'm sure John is like why why, you just had to fall for your teacher didn't you, you drama llama

Such a fun ask, thank you Anon :3

In your College AU, did Twig decide he needed to workout and seem grown up because he wasn't getting Daniel's attention otherwise?

Yes and no Anon!

Here’s a bit of backstory for my fic:

Poor Twig, the moment he started his first day off at college, he was hit Very Hard with Daniel LaRusso Derangement Syndrome. You see Anon, Twig couldn’t find the building his class was in, and he stumbled around, eventually bumping into this small, sports-jacket covered figure in the main library. And when Twig politely asked where that particular Lecture Hall was on campus, the small figure, a guy, turned around—and Twig got the full blast of the doe-eyes, and the rabbit-smile, and the fluffy, scruffy hair and just the overall cuteness of Professor Daniel LaRusso. Anyways, the Professor oh-so-kindly walked him to his class, chatting cheerfully all the way and, well. It was over for poor Twiggy then and there.

So what did our Twig do?

Oh, he made sure that the Professor knew who he was, that’s what. Every day (almost like a routine that one like, actually enjoyed) he dropped Professor LaRusso a friendly word and a toothy smile—between classes (he didn’t have any class with him unfortunately, but he memorized his schedule what like, day two of college?), in the aisles, outside on the campus grounds...whispered with him in the library, asked him for homework help (not that he needed it), dropped into the Teacher’s Lounge (and made himself a nuisance), brought him back souvenirs from his Anime-Con excursions. Etc.

But sadly, despite all this effort—nothing seemed to...happen. Professor LaRusso was always so kind and friendly and chatty and sweet...and that was it. He wasn’t, in Twig’s opinion, getting it, understanding (though it had been months) that Twig wanted to See Him. Exclusively. And was kinda-sorta in love with him.

But Twig was 18, and was still awkward and boyish and...kinda insecure. And had what, 2% worth of experience in the dating world? I mean, he’d only ever been on one (1) date—and that was a pity-date for Senior Prom, conjured up by Betsy, John’s steady girlfriend...which had led nowhere, outside of two (2) awkward dances and an even more awkward bit of kissing in the parking lot (yikes). He’d never been popular, and his (dorky) hobbies and (obsessive) love of school and learning, as well as his rail-thin figure (hence the name Twig) had made him a social reject all through his academic years.

So Twig, feeling that Professor LaRusso wasn’t attracted to him, took it upon himself to have a Summer Glow Up (and boy, Did He!) to help improve his chances.

(Which is where Twig—or Terry, as we should call him now, was totally mistaken, because Daniel had always liked him from the start. Very Much actually. And thought that he was charming and cultured, intelligent and sharp, and...rather good looking despite the lankiness and bad haircut.) But Terry was his student, and it would be inappropriate and wrong to have him be anything else. Besides, Terry was just being nice to him. There was no way this bright, lovable boy actually liked him. And even if he did, Daniel wouldn't do anything about it...

...(Though that was a stance that was getting harder to stick to by the day. And close to impossible once Terry returns looking like a wet-dream. Oh dear.)

I mean did he try to flirt with his professor and realize he wasn't being taken seriously or what?

Twig, bless the bean, cannot flirt. He only amuses the object-of-his-desire if he tries. And makes everyone in the near-vicinity cringe. Unless you’re Daniel LaRusso that is, and you remain blissfully oblivious to the fact that a) you’re being flirted with, and b) your student is in love with you. So it’s not that he’s...not being taken seriously, it’s actually that all his attempts are flying right over Daniel’s adorable head.

*Twig only "flirts" when he glows-up and becomes "Terry"...but even that came from close studies of flirty dialogue and one-liners. It doesn't come naturally to him.

Terry with a crush but in a more normal way. Well. Maybe.

Well Anon, he does borderline stalk poor Daniel his entire freshman year (not that Daniel minded, so maybe he’s a freak too), then the following summer, makes him his motivation to bulk up, turn suave, have an immaculate glow-up, he gets hundreds of pictures of Daniel all from meticulously gathering clippings from newspapers and yearbooks and around campus and the town archives and, and...

What’s normal, Anon?

I think it's so cute that Daniel was his motivation. Relatable!

Daniel LaRusso Derangement Syndrome can be used for good, sometimes it’s true...

I'm sure John is like why why, you just had to fall for your teacher didn't you, you drama llama

John actually isn’t with Terry on campus—summer after high school, John went ahead and joined the military like a Real Man. Which turned out to be good in more ways than one, because it was rough enough dealing with Terry’s novel-length letters (consisting of 90% Professor LaRusso) and his hours-long phone calls (mainly about Professor LaRusso)—can you imagine dealing with all that lovey-dovey nonsense in person?

Damnit, Betsy—at this point I almost wish I were stationed in another country with no form of communication. But only with you of course, Dollface.

#silverusso #terry silver #daniel larusso #in which i respond to your inquiries #in which i chase paper cuts #sweep the leg

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sincerely-sofie · 6 months

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Check-in for October 27th, 2023

I spent 3 hours straight working on a single assignment that was meant to take half as long as it did. It took all my brain power to complete it, and I couldn’t get much tangible work on personal projects done as a result. Still got some planning done for business stuff, though. And I’ve been gathering inspiration and references for my dating sim / visual novel project.

The visual novel doesn’t have a premise yet, but I’m building up some creative guidelines to help me generate ideas. I also am planning out some scope limits to keep the size manageable. With NaNoRenO coming up in March, I’m hoping to get all the prep work done at a leisurely but consistent pace over the next few months, then finish up the project over the course of March. That’s very wishful thinking, but you know what they say: “A goal without a plan is just a wish.” And if my wishing and daydreaming about goals is given the planned-out structure of a checklist and schedule, I can maybe, possibly, hypothetically complete this game.

I still need to think of a premise, though, so I better get cracking on that.

I’ve had a few ideas for visuals styles— like making scrapbook-y visuals with collages, journaling ephemera, and paper textures scanned in from real life, combined with actual photos for backgrounds. I’ve also had ideas for atmospheric flair, like typewriter noises playing whenever characters “speak.” Not sure if any of these would appear in my final product when I don't know what the story would even be, but I am very excited either way!

After doing some research on different visual novels, both ones I've played and ones that I've wishlisted or thought looked cool, I've tentatively decided I want to make a wackier sort of visual novel--- one that would preferably be a dating sim of some kind, but I'm not picky. I once drafted the ground work of a cryptid dating sim as a teenager where romance-able options included an angsty gray alien, a spoiled rich boy lizardman, a reverse-spiderman situation heroic vigilante mothman, and an eldritch god named Paul. That project is definitely too big for me to make with my current skillset and patience, so I can't take it on as a project quite yet--- but I can dream.

I'm tempted to make a dating sim based on some OCs in a setting I mentioned previously that is populated by bug people, but that's pretty niche, and I'm honestly not too sure if there's an audience for that sort of thing--- especially if it's essentially an extended inside joke with myself. Even so, I am tempted. So very, very tempted.

One day I will make finalized art of these characters, and everyone will know why they're peak examples of blorbohood.

That being said, I have other ideas that could be adapted to a visual novel or dating sim. One of them involves a tech enthusiast whose computer gets possessed by a malware demon, another details the player going on a blind date with a stereotypical "Hero of Prophecy" fantasy character, and another one is a playable bedtime story. I'll spend some time going through the archives of concepts and try brainstorming some new ones. Still going to need to take it easy for a while--- I've got a busy month coming up with NaNoWriMo, and I don't intend to burn out ahead of that--- but I'll be working on the concepts and required research at a gentle pace!

Seriously, though, fingers crossed on the possibly-completing-a-game thing! I finished a pilot / minimum viable product of an RPG titled Momther a while back and it made me realize I had the chops to actually enjoy game dev as a hobby--- I just have to stay focused and committed, ADHD be darned. If I manage my health well, both mental and physical, that should be nice and doable. I got this!!! Kinda!!! Hopefully!!!

Sincerely, Sofie

#sofie checks in #visual novel development #visual novel #game development #game dev #indiedev

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sevilemar · 1 year

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Hey,

anon beginner to dnd from before, with many additional and build-on questions. Thanks for answering these!

What's some ways to find a dnd or rp group? What if I'm bad at acting or get really nervous and closed-off with people I don't know? How can I make the time for this? What materials would I need to bring?

What are good strategies to start a dnd or rp group? Do you have to be dm, as founder? Is it from scratch and from the ground up? What materials would be needed to start off? What if there are people you know and think might be interested? And what if there's no one you know that may be interested in such a group?

You rock!!!!

I'm glad to share what I know, since I believe ttrpg is just awesome! 😍

- My first table was just me and my friends trying something new. But not everyone's friends are interested, so for my second group, I googled if there was a local ttrpg, roleplay, or DnD forum. I found a national one, with sections for each region, so I answered someone's post there. I would have asked in my local comic book stores next, or in other stores that sell nerdy stuff. Maybe you already have a coworker or acquaintance who is playing and can hook you up with some people, or at least with some links?

If you don't find anything locally, you also can opt for online groups. I don't have any good starting spots, but you should be able to google it pretty easily. Look for people who are roughly in the same time zone than you, it makes scheduling easier^^

- You do not have to be GM to look for or found a group. It's very common to look for groups as a player, though it might take you longer to find one. People who want to GM are rarer, and usually a GM has an easier time finding players than the other way around. If a group cannot find a GM, people who wanted to be a player sometimes take up the mantle so that they can play.

- Most groups who find each other start from scratch, but it is possible to enter an already established group as a new player. Both have their own challenges and advantages.

- If there are people you think might be interested, just ask them. Role play is all about communication and relating to people, and this is a good start. If there's no one in your vicinity, find a new group. It's very interesting how easily strangers become friends when you regularly slay monsters together 😉.

- I find that a regular playing schedule works best for everyone when it comes to sessions. My two online groups play regulary every other Monday and Wednesday for 2-3 hours, and my local table meets roughly once a month on the weekend for longer sessions. When our GM didn't have the time to prepare, he tells us so, and we just drop the session. That gives him two more weeks of preparation.

GMing is a lot of work for me. I find myself thinking about campaign stuff while doing mundane tasks, or while crafting. I also spent hours as needed writing notes, or drawing maps, etc., mpstly a day or two before the next session. I find session logs are best written down the next day, so I tried to give myself half an hour for that the day after a session.

- The only materials you need as a player are your character sheet (physical or digital), some way to take notes, and either a set of dice or a digital dice roller. As a GM, you also need monster stat blocks, your campaign notes, and whatever rule set you're using for references. That's all you need to get started, really.

It is helpful as a GM to use some kind of grid for encounters, and something that represents PCs and monsters. In a physical space, easel paper works well, or a grid-based map. You can draw a battlefield or locaton on it in preparation, but it's not necessary. In our first campaign, we just used whatever pens where at the table to make a battlefield, and we used dice or random snacks as PCs and monsters. White Othello or Backgammon pieces are nice, because you can write names on it, or whatever damage your monster has taken with a removable marker. In a digital space, you can use tools like map tool or roll 20 to upload maps and PC tokens on to it, but don't bother if it's too much hassle.

- A good strategy to start a new group is talking to each member individually while recruiting them, making a group chat for orga stuff, and having one or multiple session zeros where you get to know each other and can talk about what kind of game you would like to play, and create characters together. Recruitment and orga can be done by anyone in the group, session zero(es) is (are) usually lead more or less loosely by the GM once they know more about their world and the kind of story you all want to play.

- Every person in the group will be nervous when you meet for the first time, especially when you play with strangers. That helped me a bit when I met my group for the first time. It also helps that ttrpg is something that takes a lot of love and passion for something that's still a bit weird to most people. It's still very much the domain of nerds and theatre kids, so chances are high that you are one of those types, and you will have both types in your group. I meet more nerds in DnD, and more theatre kids in larp, but thats highly subjective.

- There are things you can do to help you with role playing, either as GM or as player. It's too much to list it all, so let me give you a few online ressources I found helpful:

Ginny Di's role playing tips

Matthew Coleville's thoughts

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