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byanyan · 1 year

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alright, i have completed byan's google site and will now be using that instead of carrd! i've freshened up everything a little bit since it's been so long since i've updated any of it, but the only thing that's really significant is the updates to their bio. it's now modern verse-centric, as i'm officially making that this blog's main verse, and has overall been improved upon to suit the ways that byan has developed since they were created.

#ultimately even the bio updates are small but. it was really beyond time i fixed some things up & added new details #also tossed a few people up on the mains page - people i've written with a lot and/or have plotted with a ton #(tho i'm like 80% sure i missed a couple people.....)#ok it's 3am i need to sleep. probs should've waited to post this later but w/e i'll reblog it lmao #━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ OOC ⋮ DON’T @ ME.

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todayisafridaynight · 1 year

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In my head *cough, fantasies* RGG isn't so centered on their need to 'one game only' their villains, and allow the characters they already have to expand and grow beyond those games. (Ryuji-though he came back in Dead Souls, Mine, Aizawa) they do a good job making really compelling, interesting characters and then have to speed run to their demise. It's unfortunate, but I do understand they were operating with 'there might not be another game after this so we don't want to get too far ahead of ourselves' much of the time. Hell I don't even need redemption arcs, just..not having death be the only answer, if that makes sense? Or I just get to attached to the well-done villains. Heh. (chaoszonenate)

noooo it makes me sooo pissed actually just because kiryu (and even ichiban !!) Every Time preaches about people's capabilities to start over and so long as you have a will to go on you can right your wrongs but !!!! these fucks aren't ever given that chance and i'm over it !!!!!!!!!

if no redemption arc for them then at the very least let them go to jail idk- just stop killing them because the game's over

#snap chats #spoilers #because im going to get into spoilers becaUSE EVERY TIME THIS TOPIC'S BROUGHT UP WE KNOW WHAT I GOTTA SAY #AOKI'S DEATH WAS STILL THE DUMBEST AND STUPIDEST SHIT EVER LIKE UGH #aoki's death is LITERALLY like. the primest example of what is wrong with this trope from RGG #like the ending of Y7 could have been so beautiful and good and meaningful had aoki survived #take him to prison and let him start to atone for what he did the RIGHT way #UGH I GET SO MAD CAUSE IT WAS LOOKING SO GOOD TOWARDS THE END AND THEN KUME FUCKIN #CHEKHOV'S FUCKIN KUME I GUESS i hate this game so much #i hate this game because i love it so much BUT the ending the ending is literally the only thing stopping me from adoring Y7 1000%#that and the mirror face moment but like. Fine Whatever i'll look over it if it means joon-gi cancels aoki live on twitter #back to mine tho. cause i mean. We Know Me. i really wish he lived just to see daigo's reaction #like i can't even begin to imagine how daigo would react to learning about everything mine did- what mine was GOING to do too #GOD i really dont know.... i REALLY dont know because daigo's a good man but that's SUCH a big betrayal #i feel like kiryu would've accidentally wing manned for mine though yk what i mean #listen if he's willing to tell daigo mine wouldn't betray him then im sure he'd help daigo understand that like #Ok Mine's Deranged But We Can Fix Him :) like father like son you know GOD theyre idiots but i love them like family #ok im prob gon run out of tags if i keep going i can save all that fr a fanfic idk BYYYYEE

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candy-shockwave-squid · 2 years

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spamvil flipnote WIP heehee

3 separate teasers for a spamvil amv thingy im making in flipnote studio 3d (on my 3ds) and NO im saying what song it is till its all done, all i say is thats a very cringe and stupid pick <3 antyways this been in the works since near the end of January (I've been procrastinating alot for. reasons) but thought i could share a sneakpeek since its the E-mail guy's bday today and he's co-star of this amv lol

#is it obvious i dont know abt animating despite trying to learn from yt videos :]]#i surprisingly still kinda..like what i have so far tho. which is unusual 4 me lol #also dont ask whats gaster's deal here ive been working on this for abt 3 months i cant remember </3 #deltarune #spamton #jevil #spamvil #ok well theyre not romantic in the stuff ive shown so far but hopefully i'll remember to fix when doing the later part of the song bc #this IS supposes to be a spamvil animation

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ad-astra-per-aspera-1389 · 2 months

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I've got a terrible habit of missing people before they're even gone. When you don't live in the same building as us, and we don't get lunch together, or see each other in class...will you still visit? All I know is that I'll think of your smile every time I find Orion in the sky, and that I'll miss the shape of your nose and your hair even though you never try. The first snow of the season will remind me of you. And red bikes. And when the cafeteria has sloppy joes. I miss it even as you're right down the hall.

I know you won't want to live with us because you love your family, but it hurts to remember that. Because three of us are wannabe runaways, and you're not. But I worry. I want to write and draw about it without worrying it's an omen. I wonder which of us is really being left behind as I watch you climb a tree. I worry you'll burn yourself out without realizing when we're not there to catch you. I worry you'll never get better at letting people take care of you. I worry your breaking point is in sight.

I know it's my abandonment issues sneaking up on me again, but I'm not sure what I'd do if our original trio didn't make it. I don't know if you know that I still remember the night our original trio was formed. If it broke I think I'd break with it.

#can queue see right through me?#posting this bc it hurts and i think its pretty #it hurts even more now that I feel like we might be falling apart for other reasons #but i really hope we can save our original trio #if either a. this gets notes #or b. i learn to draw well #i'll draw the picture from the night the three of us started hanging out #but i'm not so sure that'll happen #if we can fix it tho i'll make an attempt #IF either a or b also happen #personal but ok to rb

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straykeedz · 8 months

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My hard thoughts are that Bang Chan would be so attentive with your first time and if you're inexperienced.

I can just imagine soft kisses, hand-holding and 'I'll look after you' whispered in your ear ❤️

you’re right he would!! my sweet boy bang chan 🥺 ♡

bang chan x afab virgin!reader

wc: 982 (i got a little carried away 🫠)

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ok this is basically soft, romantic sex with chan so smut below the cut, minors dni!

tw: soft sex; loss of virginity; mention of blood (nothing graphic, don't worry); just chan being a cutie; reader calls him channie; aftercare ♡

hopes this lives up to your expectations ♡ i wrote this all in one sitting, so please don't hate me if it sucks 🥺 also, this was my first attempt at writing hard thoughts 🫣

i think chan would be even more nervous than you at the thought of being your first - so tense you’d have to reassure him a couple (more like a hundred) of times that yes, you want him to be your first;

it doesn’t help him relax tho;

he’d take it like super slow, not wanting to rush things, he wants to savor every moment with you;

i feel like he’d spend a LOT (and i can’t stress this enough) of time between your legs, kissing you and licking you and teasing you (omg), making sure to prep you;

he’d make you come at least two times (TWO!!!) before actually entering you, one with his mouth to get you all nice and wet for him and one with his fingers - stretching you out to get you ready for his cock;

he’d spend an unnecessary amount of time kissing your neck and collarbone, then your boobs and then your tummy and then your hips;

he’s honestly just trying to put off the actual deal bc he’s so nervous 🥺;

you’d have to cup his face with your hands and force him to look at you - panic in his eyes - and reassure him that everything’s fine, that you love him, that you want him;

he’d nod, then he’d rip the condom wrapper open and slowly roll it onto his length - hands shaky, of course, my poor baby 🥺;

he’d position himself in between your legs, looking you in the eyes as he aligns his tip with your wet entrance;

before actually starting to push inside he’d look you in the eyes, then place a heartfelt kiss on your lips, whispering a soft “i’ll look after you, baby girl” as he nuzzles your nose with his;

the tip of his cock would part your entrance slowly as his gaze is fixed on you, not wanting to miss a single reaction from you;

i get the feeling that he’d immediately stop when your nose slightly scrunches in discomfort, he’d halt his movements and would immediately try to pull out - you’d have to grab him by the wrist and stop him, reassuring him that you’re okay, that you’re not in pain;

it doesn’t hurt, really - just a slight discomfort, you’re not used to the feeling since it’s your first time and you haven’t done this before;

but chan would be so apprehensive nonetheless, and it’d take him a while before he’d eventually start pushing the rest of his length inside of you, a husky breath leaving his lips once he’s fully set inside of you;

i feel like he’d press his body against yours, wanting to be as close as possible;

he’d kiss your lips like, a lot;

he’d also intertwine his fingers with yours, squeezing your hand in his as he slowly pulls out and then pushes back in slowly, careful not to hurt you as your tight walls squeeze him;

he’d thrust so slowly at first, that you’d have to ask him to go just a little bit faster;

he does, and almost cums on the spot when a whimper leaves your lips once his tip brushes against a particular spot inside of you - the spot his fingers know so well;

“channie”, you’d moan, squeezing his hand tighter as he repeatedly hits that very spot, and he’d bury his face in the crook of your neck, breath hitching as he squeezes his eyes shut;

he’d let go of your hand only to bring his fingers on your clit - he wants to pleasure you, he wants to make your first time memorable (it already is, because it’s with him);

he’d rub gentle eight figures with the pad of his thumb on your clit as he keeps thrusting inside of you at a rather slow pace;

you fall apart under his touch not too long after, calling his name over and over again as you release around his hard length;

“channie, baby”, you’d whimper, “cumming”;

god have mercy on him, because as soon as he hears your whimpers he loses it - crashing his lips onto yours as he releases inside of the condom with a deep, whiny grunt;

you’d stay like this for a while - his body on top of yours as his strong arms embrace you in a hug, his head resting on your chest as your fingers gently play with the ends of his soft hair - you occasionally placing soft kisses on his head;

definitely the type of boyfriend to ask you “was it good?” after sex, but it’s just because he wants to make sure you enjoyed it as much as he did 🥺;

he'd gently pull out once he feels his length getting limp, grabbing the base as he slides out of you, capturing your lips with his once again;

also, definitely the type of boyfriend to literally freak tf out when he notices a couple of red spots on the sheets and something reddish coating the condom;

he'd feel super guilty, looking at you with big, doe eyes and a pang in his chest - you'd have to reassure him that he didn't hurt you at all;

aftercare with him would be super gentle and delicate (especially after your first time), he'd bring you a warm, wet towel to clean you up, then wrap his arms around you as you lie down in bed together;

he'd whisper soft, sweet words in your ear as he hugs you, telling you how good you were to him and how much he loves you, how much he's happy that you're his girlfriend and how grateful he is that you trusted him with such an important thing such as losing your virginity (🫠);

you'd fall asleep like that, you in his arms, him wrapped around you like a koala, not wanting to let go, heart still hammering in his chest as he places soft kisses on your bare shoulder;

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canirove · 2 months

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Mason Mount Imagine | seven

Author's note: I hadn't written an imagine in ages, but yesterday after seeing these gifs of Mason at that charity event the other day I got inspired, and here we are 😁 Hopefully this will give me the last push I need to finish my next story, who also happens to be about Mason 👀 As always, I hope you like it, and thank you for reading! 💜 Little summary: Your dad works at a chairty auction and has asked you to be his plus one. You expect to bore yourself to death, but a cute guy with a dimple has other plans 👀 (Female reader/pov)

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“Dad, do I really have to go?”

“Yes, honey. You must.”

“But it is going to be so boring…” I complain. “What am I going to do at an auction full of old people?”

“Thank you for the compliment” he chuckles. “But you will be supporting your father after months of hard work. And there will be young people too.”

“Sure” I snort.

“There will be. Now c'mon, I can't be late.”

“But…”

“Chop, chop, honey.”

“Ok, fine” I sigh. “Just promise me you won't call me honey in front of everyone.”

“I won't” he smiles, opening the door of our house. “You look beautiful, by the way.”

“Thank you, dad. But I feel like I may rip this dress any moment now” I say as I walk past him, crossing all my fingers so it actually doesn't happen, and I end up making a fool of myself in front of all his work colleagues and some of the richest people in the city.

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“Ok, this is your seat, hon… Your seat” my dad smiles after I give him a murderous look.

“Aren't you sitting down with me?”

“I still have to take care of a bunch of things.”

“Are you leaving me alone? And surrounded by strangers?”

“You'll be fine, honey” he chuckles. “I promise I'll come and have a drink with you. Now try to have some fun.”

“But dad…” I start, not being able to finish my complaint since he is already gone. "Great" I sigh.

“So, do you come here often?” someone says, taking the empty seat next to mine.

“I beg your pardon?” I say, turning around to face the owner of that voice.

“That was bad, wasn't it?” he laughs.

“Worse” I say, my eyes fixed on him. On the cutest guy I have ever laid eyes on.

He is wearing a classic black suit with a black tie, nothing too shocking. But paired with the smile on his face and the dimple on his left cheek… wow. Simply wow.

“What are you doing at an event like this, tho?” he asks me. “I wasn't expecting to meet anyone younger than 50” he chuckles, his dimple showing once again. Is it possible to fall in love with something like that? Because I think I just have.

“My dad convinced to come as his plus one and support him tonight.”

“Is he part of the auction?”

“He is the guy running around like a headless chicken to make sure everything is ok” I laugh, looking at him when he suddenly shows up running up and down the stage.

“Martin?”

“Yep, that's him. Do you know him?”

“I do. He is a really nice guy.”

“I may be a bit biased here… But he is, yes” I smile. “He has put so much work and sleepless nights into today's auction… Like, I don't know how many coffees I made for him while he tried to convince this football player to be part of it.”

“A football player?”

“Yeah, a super famous one, I can't remember his name. He kept telling my dad that he was super busy with other commitments” I snort. “What commitments could have a guy who makes a living from kicking a ball? Spending lots of money in ugly clothes just because they have a certain logo, and buying huge cars?”

“Don't forget about the ugly haircuts and tattoos” he chuckles.

“That too.”

“Aren't you into football, then?”

“Nah, not my thing. What about you?” I ask him, finally daring to look him in the eyes. Which is a big mistake, because even in the kind of dark light of the room, I can see that he has the most beautiful brown eyes ever. Eyes that are currently giving me a mischievous look I can't understand.

“Not my thing either. Footballers are a bunch of twats” he says, making me laugh. “Anyway... I know we just met, but I'm gonna need your help with something.”

“Mine?”

“Yours” he says with a smile that matches the look on his eyes. “I'm about to be auctioned.”

“You what?”

“It sounds bad if you say it like that, but people are basically going to bid money to have a personal experience with me.”

“That isn't making it sound any better.”

“Oh, you dirty mind” he smirks, making my cheeks start to burn. Thank God he can't notice with the low light. Or can he? “But some people here may be expecting that kind of experience. Earlier I overheard a couple of women talking about me and looking at me in a way that… Well. You can imagine.”

“I don't blame them, tho” I say, speaking before thinking.

“Thank you” he smiles, that dimple I'm definitely in love with showing in all its glory. “So, what I need you to do, is to win my auction.”

“What? With which money?”

“Mine.”

“What?” I say again. “Is that allowed?”

“I don't think so. But since it is for charity, I think your dad can look the other way and allow it. What do you say? Will you win this for me? I promise you you will have the best date ever.”

“A date?” I say, almost choking with my own words.

“Unless you have a partner and I'm making things weird.”

“No, no. There is no one” I quickly say, my cheeks burning once again, and especially when I notice how I've made him smile.

“Great” he says. “It'll be very easy. They will say a number and you…”

“I know how an auction works.”

“Yes, of course. Of course you do” he apologizes. “Will you do it, then? Pretty please?” he pouts, making me focus on his lips. Lips that look so kissable and so…

“Fine, I will” I sigh, giving up and focusing on a different part of his face. But even his hair looks attractive.

“Thank you” he smiles once again, kissing my cheek. “And that's my cue, I have to go. Don't worry about the amount of money, ok? I can pay whatever they offer.”

“Ok” I nod, my brain still thinking about the feeling of his lips on my cheek, on how my skin tingles.

“And you have number 19 on your bidding paddle, that's my lucky one. Everything will work out, you'll see.”

“Yes” I nod again.

“See you in a bit” he winks before leaving our table and me trying to understand everything I'm feeling and that just happened.

“And now for our next bidding… Mr. Mason Mount, Manchester United player and football star!” a voice announces from the stage.

“What?” I say, snapping out of whatever is going on with me and focusing on the guy walking up the stage. “No way” I gasp.

It's him. The cute boy with the dimple who just convinced me to bid for him and win this auction… It's Mason freaking Mount. The football player my dad spent hours trying to convince to attend tonight. The one I basically called a twat to his face.

“Remember that the winner will get to enjoy a personal experience with Mr. Mount. Not that type of experience...” the auctioneer chuckles as some women start giggling. “Are we ready? We'll begin with £1,000.”

The moment he says that number, a bunch of bidding paddles are raised.

“Ok, what about £2,000? Does anyone offer £2,000?”

More paddles around me. People definitely are eager to spend some time with him, with Mason. And once again, I don't blame them.

I've spent five minutes with him, and you could say they have been some of the best five minutes of my life. And not because of how handsome and cute he is or because I'm in love with his dimple. There is something about him, about the way he talks, looks and listens to you, that makes you feel… I don't know. Comfortable.

“What about… £5,000!”

Still the same amount of paddles. No one is giving up. And it keeps being like that as the number keeps going up and up until it makes it to…

“£50,000! Does anyone offer £50,000?”

People start whispering among themselves, trying to decide if they should make an offer or not. And then, a blonde woman raises her bidding paddle.

“We have an offer! Anyone else?” the auctioneer says.

That woman is going to win, and Mason doesn't seem to be too happy about it. The look he is giving me from the stage is saying it all, and also reminding me that I should be bidding for him too.

“And we have another offer!” the auctioneer says when I raise my paddle, Mason smiling from ear to ear while my dad looks at me as if I've grown another head.

“What the hell?” he mouths.

“Trust me” I say back.

“Ok, what about £51,000? Does anyone offer £51,000? Ladies?”

Once again, I can feel Mason's eyes fixed on me.

“And we have £51,000 from the lady in the back!” the auctioneer announces when I raise my paddle, everyone in the room looking my way. “£51,000 at one… £51,000 at two… £51,000 at three! We have a winner!” he says, hitting his little hammer so loud that I can feel it in my bones, Mason pointing in my direction with a smile that could make anyone's knees feel like jelly. Dear God, what did I just do?

“Honey, what did you just do? Are you drunk?” my dad says, suddenly showing up next to me.

“I can explain everything, I swear.”

“Miss, could you please join us on stage?” the auctioneer says.

“You better. Now let's go, they are waiting for you.”

“But dad, wait. I can't. I can't go in there.”

“You won the auction, honey. You must go up there” he says, helping me get up.

“Dad, I can't. I…” And then, I hear it. The back of my dress ripping. “Dad!” But he isn't listening, already dragging me to the stage where Mason is waiting.

“Please let's give a round of applause for this young lady!” the auctioneer says.

“Thank you for… Hey, are you ok?” Mason says as he takes my hand and helps me up the stage.

“I'm pretty sure I just ripped the back of my dress” I say while everyone claps.

“Oh, shit” he says, looking at my back. “I'll help you, don't worry.”

“Do you have magical fingers?” I say with a nervous laugh. “Like fingers that can sew” I quickly add after seeing the smirk on his face.

“I do have magical fingers, and among other things, they can do this” Mason says, putting his hand on my back to make sure the dress doesn't open, the feeling making me gasp.

“Thank you very much for your generosity, Miss” the auctioneer says, unaware of everything that is going on. “We hope you enjoy your time with Mr. Mount.”

“Thank you” I manage to say, my brain only being able to focus on Mason's hand on my back, on one of his fingers touching my skin. I'm pretty sure he can feel it burning.

“Now, onto our next bid!” he announces as we leave the stage, my dad already waiting for us.

“What have you done, honey? £51,000! We don't have that money!”

“But I do, Martin. I asked her to bid for me” Mason explains. “Here, put this on” he says, taking off his jacket and putting it around my shoulders. “This should help cover the back of your dress.”

“Thank you” I mutter, missing the feeling of his hand and especially that one finger on my back. Though it doesn't last long. He is so close to me while helping me with his jacket, that I can smell his perfume all around me, and it smells so good…

“What do you mean you asked her to bid for you?” my dad asks, completely ignoring that I may be melting.

“I didn't want one of those women to win. I don't trust them, to be honest” he chuckles. “And this is for charity, isn't it? It should not matter if the money comes from me or them.”

“I guess, yes. But…”

“Martin? We need you” someone says behind my dad.

“Yes, of course” he tells them. “We'll continue this conversation later” he says, looking first at Mason and then at me.

“That went well” he chuckles as we watch my dad walk away.

“Did it?”

“It did. They now have £51,000 they will definitely put to good use, I am free from that woman, and you just got yourself a personal experience with Mason Mount” he smiles.

“Hasn't all this been an experience already?”

“It definitely has, yes” he chuckles. “But the one I'm offering you will be more enjoyable. We could go shopping for ugly and very expensive clothes” he says with a teasing smile.

“I could actually do with a new dress seeing that this one… Well. It has seen better days.”

“You look beautiful, tho.”

“Thank you” I mutter, looking down and starting to play with one of the buttons on his jacket to hide that my face is about to burst into flames. “Sorry about what I said earlier, by the way.”

“About what?”

“About calling you a twat.”

“I called myself a twat, you didn't. And if someone has to apologize, that should be me for not telling you who I really was.”

“I guess...”

“I think this makes it a tie in the apologies department. Don't you agree… honey?”

“I beg your pardon?” I say, finally daring to look him in the face.

“Ok, ok. Forget that I said that” he laughs. “The look you just gave me is scary as hell.”

“You deserve it. That is my dad's nickname, and no one else can use it. Sometimes not even him.” Like tonight, for example.

“I'm sorry. I truly am” Mason says, getting serious. “I just thought it was really cute.”

“When you are a kid, maybe. But I'm not five anymore.”

“I'm sorry” he says again. “I guess I'll have to think of a good nickname for our date. Something that doesn't sound too childish and that…”

“Wait, wait, wait” I interrupt him. “Our date?”

“Or personal experience, call it what you want” he shrugs.

“Are we actually doing it?”

“Of course we are. You paid for it, didn't you?”

“You paid for it” I correct him.

“Small details” he replies. “But you and I are going on a date, and I promise you it is gonna be an experience you won't forget” Mason says, taking my hand on his and kissing it, the way he is looking at me when he does it, plus the smile on his face (dimple included) and the feeling of his lips on my skin, making me feel things I can't explain.

I'm going out on a date with Mason Mount. The Mason Mount. A freaking football star.

And oh... my God.

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Authors note: I know some of you may now be like, I need a part 2, I need to know what do they do on that date! 😅 But I've run out of ideas, so if you can think of something they could do or where they could go, let me know and I'll try to write something. Though I can't promise anything.

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choccy-milky · 6 months

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hey! They already asked you but I don't know if you forgot hehe, what are the mbti of Clora and Sebastian? 😸

OK, I FINALLY HAVE AN ANSWER!! took me a hot minute to figure out sebs, but after reading all the pages and comparing, i do think entp fits him the best. also i saw this picture on pinterest about a relationship between isfj and entp and its so true, esp the "do not listen to each other's advice, still get each other out of trouble" LMFAO. also the 'protecting isfj at all costs' 🥺🥺🥺im soft. (ALSO DONT COME AT ME I KNOW I SPELLED KNOWLEDGEABLE WRONG IM TOO LAZY TO FIX IT😭) OKAY!! and its been a while so i'll be using this ask to reply to a buncha others🙏🙏

my fanfic does follow the plot of the game, but with sebastian added to every sidequest/story mission. and then from around the third (niamh's) trial, it starts to branch more into (mostly all) original stuff!^^

yes actually LMAO, clora's lawley-slap wasn't even planned. but as i was writing it i started to get so offended on her behalf i was like GIRL, SLAP THIS BITCH🤬 so she did😇😇 id say its normal, yeah! even tho i stick to my outlines, a lot of what happens just kinda happens without my prior planning as i begin to write bahaha, especially dialogue scenes.

aw, im glad u like my blog so much and that it can help u even in the smallest of ways 😭thank u!!💖💖

BAHAHA AWW TYY IM GLAD U LIKE IT SO MUCH!! i saw u re-reading it recently on wattpad and ur comments always have me dying. also im just gonna address your other ask here in this one, but as u know seb has now met mr.clemons, and you 10000% nailed the dynamic between seb and clora's dad LMFAOO, they will absolutely bond over disagreeing with how careless she is and wanting to protect her/stressing over her LOOL. ty again for all ur messages, i love seeing how much u love my art/fic😭💖

OMG u are so right i need to draw this

also god idk....following the sebinis example, i guess they'd be...sebora?? reminds me of sephora LMAO. ive also had someone call them "alliteration shipping" which i think is so cute BAHAHA. HONESTLY PPL CAN JUST SAY WHATEVER THEY WANT, i aint picky.

oh god its been too long since ive read the books (tho i do really wanna re-read them esp in the winter) but my fav movie is half blood prince, just because i love all the ron/hermione moments and the highschool drama BAHAHA. what do u mean harry potter isnt a romcom??? ok and last but DEFS not least

THE UNHINGED ENERGY OF THIS ASK CRACKED ME UP SO MUCH WHEN U SENT IT BAHAHAH, couldnt even fit the whole thing in my screenshot. IM GLAD U LIKED/HATED THE CHAP, and also your pfp just makes everything you say funnier, i love it LMAOOO. ty🙏🙏

#ask #ALSO SEB AND CLORA BEING DEFENDER AND DEBATOR IS AN ALLITERATION it was meant to be......#i go from drawing filthy smut to a wholesome mbti pic of the two of them awww #the duality of man

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