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scorchieart · 1 year
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Happy, Wholesome Yves Headcanons
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Because my week was full of baking sweets and pretty pink flowers, you all deserve some wholesome Evie vibes as well 🌸🌸🌸
Ask any prince to rank his favorite brothers and Yves will consistently appear in the top 3.
Tell Yves this and he’ll turn pinker than his freshly-baked peach berry pie.
Yves started a personal vegetable garden in the palace when he was first learning to cook so that he could have extra ingredients in case his recipes flop. They rarely flop. So he distributes most of his crop among families in his territory.
The palace cats patrol the garden and scare off thieving vermin.
Once, Licht couldn’t attend Yves’s tea party because of a conflict with his training schedule, so Nokto stepped in pretending to be him. Yves immediately figured out the switch, but didn’t mention anything.
Whenever any of the princes falls ill, Yves makes his specialty chicken soup and personally delivers it. His faction members have his nagging “I’m not leaving until you finish the entire bowl!” speech memorized, but Yves typically leaves the tray with a get-well letter and a knock at Chevalier and Clavis’s doors.
Whenever Yves falls ill, Sariel and Licht take turns standing guard at his door to make sure no undesirable pranksters decide to strike. 
There are never any incidents. But the others pitch in to make or purchase Yves’s favorite sweets and stop by to check on him.
When Luke first arrived at the palace, Yves hoped to impress him with homemade honey treats. It only took two days to win him over completely. Two more days and the town was entirely out of honey.
Even though he isn’t a fan of the cold, Yves never misses the first snowfall of the season. He curls up by the window with a thick blanket, a large pot of tea, and a warm crumble cake and watches children pulling their parents into the streets to play in the fresh snow. 
Growing up, Yves used to give apprentice and trainee cooks and tailors advice discretely from behind curtains and columns. Nowadays, artists and specialists travel from across the continent to seek guidance and approval at the hand of the fifth prince.
Requests from these visitors became so numerous that Yves fell behind on his official duties. To control demand, the first of May was designated a national festival for anyone to display their talents, from cooking and fashion to art and music, and Yves would spend the day meeting with each participant and giving reviews and feedback. 
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aquagirl1978 · 3 months
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I know you don’t write Sariel much, but if I could please have Sariel + Touches #1 + 🌶️ Thank you!
Hello and thank you for this very old request! Happy Birthday to the Palace Devil!
Devil Inside - Sariel Noir x Reader (Ikemen Prince)
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A/N: Part of my New Year, New Celebration follower celebration.
Pairing: Sariel Noir x Reader
Prompt: touching foreheads
Word Count: 611
Tags: fluff with a hint of spice
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“It’s getting late. I think we can call it a day.”
Sariel pushed his chair away from his desk; after standing up, he made his way around his desk to where you were seated and placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head.
“Why don’t you go to my room, and I’ll meet you there in a few minutes?” Sariel took the documents that were before you and peered down at you over his glasses. 
You would have rather waited for him and retreated to bed together, but you knew there was no point arguing with Sariel on points like this – the devil would always win.
Rising from your seat, you smiled at your lover. “Okay, but I expect to see you soon. You need to rest, too.”
He let out a low laugh as he perused the documents he took from you. ‘Yes, yes. I’ll be there soon.”
You left his office quietly and quickly made your way to his bedroom. Once there, you immediately flopped on the bed. It felt so good to lie down; you were so busy all day, you hadn’t realized how tired you really were.
And if you were tired, Sariel must be even more tired. The hours passed by quickly, but the days were long and with a week long full of visiting dignitaries, work never seemed to end, with Sariel working overtime most days.
The last of the visitors left earlier that day, making tonight the first night in over a week that you and Sariel were able to finish work at a reasonable time. And for that, you wanted to make tonight special for Sariel.
Excited, you jumped from the bed with a spring in your step. You hurried over to the cabinet where he kept his special ale; grabbing two glasses, you filled them with the amber liquid and set the drinks on the table. 
The winter winds howled outside – loud enough that their sudden sounds caused you to jump. When you glanced at the window, and realized it was just the wind, you chuckled under your breath.
That’s okay, you said to yourself as you shook off a small shiver. All the more reason to cuddle tonight. 
After fluffing the pillows and arranging extra blankets on the bed, you stepped back and admired your handiwork. The room was now perfect for Sariel.
There was a soft knock at the door before Sariel entered his room. “I see you kept yourself busy here,” he commented as he appraised the room with a smile.
“It’s been a very long and very hard week,” you said, handing Sariel a glass. “I think you earned a reward.”.
“My favorite,” he said, taking a sip from his glass. His smile turned seductive, his amethyst eyes darkening as his sultry gaze captured yours. 
Mesmerized by the way he looked at you, you found yourself leaning forward, your lips seeking his. Sariel sighed softly, and pressed his lips against yours. Desire overcoming your senses, your tongue probed open his lips and slipped inside his mouth. 
Lost in the kiss, your tired muscles relaxed as you pressed your body closer to his seeking his warmth. Sariel unexpectedly pulled away and broke the kiss, the taste of his ale – sweet and spicy – still fresh on your lips.
Sariel brought his hand to the nape of your neck, cradling you close to his body. With your eyes still closed and a soft smile on your lips, you looked like a sleeping angel. 
“Any more of that, and you will unleash the devil inside me,” he whispered, resting his forehead against yours. “Do you think you're ready for that?”
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maries-gallery · 8 months
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Oh Marie, your event is very sweet. Would you write words of affirmation for Licht? I think that's something he needs to hear 💙
PLEASE SCORCHIE ABSOLUTELY! Okay this is a bit personal and a bit dark at the beginning so read the warnings before proceeding!
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genre: angst, comfort, fluff (in this order specifically)
warnings: mentions of PTSD and childhood trauma, mentions of self hatred and poor self esteem
moon banner by the lovely @/saradika
For more content like this, check the masterlist
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Most of the time Licht sees his memories like a lake. 
Not the kind on which swans flow elegantly, but the kind on which ghosts dance when midnight comes, through a thick fog that clutches at nearby branches and tugs at his stomach.
The waters deep and muddy. Sunlight hits the surface but barely reaches the depths. And often Licht is left wondering about what hides underneath, encompassed by an impending sense of dread. It could be a snake or something golden. 
He wonders if Nokto feels the same. Or if his brother’s smile has brought him to a bright clearing, far from the haunted Memory lake.
Maybe Nokto was always meant to find the light, while he was meant to remain behind, in the darkness, knee deep into the water. Maybe he was never meant to get out of his own head. Stuck in a perpetual cycle of wanting to dive in and wishing he’d get out and flee. 
Part of him wants to discover what hides under the shallows.  Or maybe he doesn't. Truth is he aches and cowers at the thought of jumping in to unravel the secrets of his own memories.
No matter what he wants though, something inside of him roots him in place, in a constant threshold between doubts and the truth. 
His head hurts, the distorted sounds of too many voices play at the same time, all out of tune. His throat tightens in painful knots and his heart threatens to lurch out of his chest along with all that he's eaten that day.
He knows he'll drown if he jumps, with no one there to save him but himself. And he doesn't believe in his ability to swim in those waters. So he'll sink and sink and sink and sink until nothing but the darkness remains. 
So he stays put, eyes on the quivering surface of the water, trying to hang onto every glimpse of his past he catches through the muddy depths. In spite of the bitter taste that coats his tongue.
A fish here, a seaweed there, something he can’t quite pinpoint over there. 
Because truth is, Licht remembers some things about his past. He can’t remember important events, important memories spent with family, casual scenes or seasons. But still, he knows he liked sweets and climbing trees with Nokto, spending time with his brother when his mother wasn’t looking. 
He also knows he did something terrible. Something he gets glimpses of only through his nightmares when he’s lonely in bed at night. 
He cannot remember what it was like to be a child, what his mother’s voice sounded like in his ears or how her touch felt. But he knows. 
And maybe that is why he remains in front of this lake, cold and alone. Because he deserves it. For what he’s done… he deserves to remain stuck in this threshold between the past and present in which fear and sadness reign. 
You don’t seem to think the same though. Here with him to bring him out of his own murky thoughts when he zones out, crimson eyes looking at something you can’t see. Something from the past. 
“Licht?” You call for him, gentle as you cover his hand with your own. “Is something troubling you?” 
If only you knew. If only you knew how it was in his head. But you didn’t, and he had no words to convey it. 
It’s confusing. Taunting and haunting. 
It’s a place where no light reaches, so thick are the clouds. And they are dark, oh so dark. And it’s so cold, it bites through my skin and seeps through my bones. 
And I want to leave but I can’t- 
“I am here, you know?” You continue, an arm around his shoulders as you bring him close. And he lets you, leaning against you and falling in your arms to lose himself in your embrace. Desperate for warmth. Desperate for the present. 
He doesn’t speak, doesn’t say anything. But he doesn’t have to. 
“I am always here.” Your voice reaches parts of his mind that nothing else can, unlocks sweet memories of the both of you, of the comfort you never fail to bring. 
“Tell me something good.” He croaks, throat dry and tight. Something he knows his brother and himself used to do as kids when things got rough. 
“Well I made some croissants with Yves’s help and they turned out really good! We were thinking about dressing the table outside and having a tea party.” You say, a happy smile touching your lips. “You don’t have to come if you don’t feel like it. But it’s not the same without you. I miss you when you’re not with us.” 
You miss him? 
“Why?” The words leave his lips in a whisper before he can hold them back.
Sadness quivers in your eyes, your heart breaking in your chest. It was just a question really, but one that weighed a ton. 
“Because-” Your lips smooth over locks of spun silver, to lay a kiss atop his head, “I love you. And no matter what you may think about yourself, you being here makes me happy. You being with me or just you being in this life makes me so happy.” 
His eyes widen. He doesn’t know how you do it. But it seems you read his thoughts, aware of exactly what he needs to hear and what goes on in his mind. And he loves that about you. 
“So please, will you come with us?” You say, “You haven’t seen the light all day and you deserve to see it too!” 
And he can’t say no when his eyes land on your fidgeting fingers and hopefully gaze. He can’t say no when you say these kinds of things and let him think that he too deserves to live and find his own clearing from the dark. 
So he stands up with your hand in his, the gentlest and softest of smiles touching his lips, “If you are here, yes.” 
You beam, your happiness spreading wings in his back as he follows you down the palace’s corridors and out of his room. Until the both of you bloom through the garden and find Yves, already waiting with a table laid for three. 
And in that moment, Licht knows that one day he’ll grow to see the light you see in him too. 
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xxsycamore · 1 year
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Hello there! I finally mustered up the courage to request something! Could you try 🫂 for Yves?
Whenever you have time and the inspiration hits. Best wishes and congrats on the milestone! ��
Please, Scorchie, you should've come here earlier! It's my pleasure to write your request 🥺❤ And thank youuu!
[🫂] 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚈𝚟𝚎𝚜, 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚕 𝚑𝚞𝚐 。。。
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YVES:
"WAAAAH!!"
A baking spatula soars from Yves' hands up in the air, spinning a few times before landing on the floor where it creates a mini crime scene with the obscure thick red liquid getting smeared around. It's jam, obviously, but you can't deny it makes quite the questionable sight for anyone that might happen to walk in the kitchen.
Maybe that's why Yves tries to get himself free from your embrace and bend over to retrieve it, only... he's met with resistance coming from you.
"I... um... I'm sorry for getting startled like that, I didn't hear you walking in and..."
Oh no, I'm the one that should be apologizing, you mutter against his shoulder, arms still clasped around his middle like a koala. It's exactly because you're feeling guilty that you can't get yourself away from Yves right now! You're not afraid of facing him or anything like that, you know that he's not angry with you, it's just that... what began as a greeting hug is now an apologizing hug.
Yves understands perfectly. Sweet Yves. He sighs a little, caressing your arm where it wraps around him.
"I'm not going anywhere. The cake is almost done, so you'll get to taste it soon. Well, I'll need to wash my spatula first."
Another tug to escape your grasp, and it proves to be futile again.
"You're... You're so cuddly today! W-What's with you?!"
He might be facing away, but you can't miss the reddening tips of his ears. Your giggle is muffled in his shoulder, and it only makes you inhale more in the sweet aroma of his pastries. You toy with the ties of his apron and hold him in the middle of the kitchen, not wanting to let go. Oh, c'mon, you wouldn't only wash and return the utensil, you'll help him with the rest, too! Surely he wouldn't mind if you sate the need to cuddle him first, seeing that he seems to enjoy that just as much as you...
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∎ For You, My Valentine‼️ - xxsycamore’s 1000 followers celebration party | 💌 event masterlist
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cantsayidont · 6 months
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August 1972. Although the cover of DETECTIVE COMICS #426 is by Mike Kaluta, the Batman story inside — aptly entitled "Killer's Roulette!" — is both written and drawn by Frank Robbins.
Robbins was a comics veteran whose primary occupation from 1944 to 1977 was the syndicated newspaper strip JOHNNY HAZARD, which he created after a stint on SCORCHY SMITH. The latter strip was created by Noel Sickles, who was also a friend and former studio mate of Milt Caniff, on whose style Sickles had a strong influence. Robbins, unsurprisingly, had an adjacent style. Here's one of his relatively early JOHNNY HAZARD strips, from late 1945:
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Between 1968 and 1974, Robbins became one of the regular writers of BATMAN and DETECTIVE COMICS, perhaps best-known today for writing the early appearances of Man-Bat. Robbins drew a handful of Batman stories himself, which always polarized readers expecting Neal Adams-like realism. However, all of those stories stand out for their atmosphere, energy, and storytelling skill. Let's look at a couple of pages of "Killer's Roulette!" as Batman confronts Conway Treach, a gambler with a taste for Russian roulette who's been linked to three apparent suicides in Gotham City:
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The "partner in 'Hazard'" line is Robbins' in-joke: Bruce had previously introduced himself to Treach, while mildly disguised but out of costume, as a gambler calling himself "John T. Hazard" (which of course was Johnny Hazard's full name). Treach had invited "Hazard" to play Russian roulette, producing the revolver on the table for that purpose.
(Batman seems surprisingly unconcerned about the possibility of Treach recognizing "Hazard" as Bruce Wayne, which in an earlier era would probably have become a major preoccupation of the story.)
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The revolver-chamber montage feels like something from the Batman stories of the early 1950s, with their fascination with oversize props, although it's certainly dramatic. As you may have surmised, Batman has deduced that Treach's revolver is gimmicked, which is why he remains so unflappable; both of them are actually in very little danger, although Treach is hoping Batman doesn't know that (and seems more than a little nervous about making a potentially lethal mistake with his own trick).
Denny O'Neil, the other principal Batman writer of this period, would not have written this story, at least not like this — O'Neil treated Batman as having a more or less pathological aversion to guns rather than simply disdaining them — and this sequence is surprisingly ruthless for Batman, gimmick or no. However, it's tightly constructed and quite tense, and it provides a greater-than-usual payoff of the issue's provocative cover.
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the12thnightproject · 9 months
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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤
Hi Scorchie!
Thank you for the love! 🐱
Ok, lets see here... they are all my babies, but, if I had to pick only five:
A Simple Game (or here on Ao3). This was a prompt challenge where the prompts were: Mitsuhide, Shingen & Motonari + “I can explain” + Only one bed + SFW. These three characters, are three of the craftiest characters in the game. Two spy masters and the man called the God of Deceit. I loved creating a fic where all three of them tried to out-maneuver each other, seemingly for the right to the last room in an Inn on a stormy night... but actually for information about each other.
Snowglobe (or on Ao3) - Flashfic, Yoshimoto and an unnamed MC. Sasuke brings Yoshimoto a gift from the future - a snowglobe, unaware that the girl inside is real, and trapped. But who rescues whom? I just had fun with a kind of fairy tale tone. I kind of want to revisit this one and make a longer story or series out of it... but it's also sort of perfect as is.
What Dreams May Come (or on Ao3) - In which I discover that (1) AUs are very very hard for me to write and (2) sometimes the story knows better than the author. I tried to force the story into one direction - and the story wasn't having it. But I love the results, which possibly might not have gotten there if I hadn't been in such turmoil over it. Angsty Napoleanic War/English regency AU story about Hideyoshi dealing with guilt after Mitsunari is injured saving his life.
Dear Kitsune - Because comedy will always be my first love. This fic had me playing both with content and graphics, and it spawned a collaboration with @lorei-writes for what ended up being a really fun event later that year. It was also the first time I really tried to get into Mitsuhide's head... although... he kind of ended up going into mine instead.
Twelve Lies I Told Shingen Takeda - Because it was writing this fic that saved my sanity during the pandemic. I'd stopped writing fanfic a while before, and Ikesen / Shingen brought me back to it. It opened up a whole new community for me, and I'm very grateful to that. Plus... Shingen is pretty damn perfect muse.
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lorei-writes · 9 months
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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤
It's Scorchie! Hello there! <3
...And I'm perhaps a tiny bit sorry, for I do plan to cheat a little bit right now. Although, I suppose, nobody has said that asks need to be compiled?
Letters: From: Me ; To: You (And Some of What Happened In-Between) -- Clavis & OC; There isn't any clear pairing here (I use typically Ao3 tagging method for those - x for pairings, & for platonic), but it does make for an interesting short series with quite a bit of nifty writing in place,
Spider, little spider, tell me what you are… -- Gilbert, Gen Fic; I saw a spider I considered cute -- I, the person who is terrified of spiders -- and found it so unusual that I decided to include it in a little something... that weaved itself together,
Black Ink Self-Killer -- Arthur x Writer!MC; This one was mildly personal at the time,
High Noon Persephone -- Comte x MC; I could have tapped into horror there, it was a perfect opportunity. I did not. I still regret chickening out because of "what others may think".
In the Eye(glasse)s of the Grandma -- ...I'm double cheating, because yes, I am recommending just everything from this event. If you crave some unhinged crack. Grandma gives the best worst advice, and hell, I now want to send her to Rhodolite and have her steal Gilbert's cane.
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syneilesis · 9 months
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Howdy, Syn! 🌿🎀💞💎 for the writer ask game, if you're up for it!
Scorchie!!!!!! Heeeyyyyyy! <⁠(⁠ ̄⁠︶⁠ ̄⁠)⁠> Thank you for the ask 💖 Hope your day is going well!! ✨
🌿how does creating make you feel?
It makes me happy! ✧⁠◝⁠(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠◜⁠✧ The happiest, even! It just feels the best when you get to make the ideas you've thought about into reality.
🎀give yourself a compliment about your own writing
Lol this is absolutely hard I am not the kindest towards my own writing but but but I've been trying to be lately haha. Let's see ... I like the sound and rhythm of my sentences? I write with my ears in mind, if my prose sounds good and the beats right.
💞what's the most important part of a story for you? the plot, the characters, the worldbuilding, the technical stuff (grammar etc), the figurative language
Hmm ... It depends on the piece, really. If it's the serious stuff the structure is the most important to me. Because that determines the rest of the elements. For example, I don't think my Kicho fic would work as I wanted it to be if it wasn't for how it was structured (non-linear, stubbornly present tense).
For the lighthearted and humorous stuff, it's the characters! I usually have simple plots/scenarios so it's the characters that will make the fic for me 😆
💎why is writing important to you?
I love to create stories – original and fanworks! And writing is a crucial part of creation. It makes my stories real, material, and that makes everything worthwhile 💖✨
Fic writer ask game
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leonscape · 1 year
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Heya there, Sui! For the fanfic ask: 8, 13, 18 pretty please! ❤️❤️ Have a great day!
Hi Scorchie! Thank you for asking some questions hehe💕💕
8. Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you've written and explain why you're proud of it.
“Well when you find something you like, you should hold onto it.” “Then I’ll hold onto you.”
A conversation between Leon and Irene in chapter three of their story. I remember writing this when I was waiting at the doctor’s office. I’m proud of it because I thought it was pretty clever and it kinda just came out naturally on the spot. In my opinion, it’s a simple line that just makes you smile and it’s all fluffy and stuff.
13. What's the best writing advice you've ever come across?
Start. Even if it doesn’t use the prettiest or fanciest words, at least get your idea down. Remember, your goal is to share a story, not to see how many synonyms you can find of a word to make it sound more wordy and sophisticated. Worry about intricate details later. (But you can still write a good story using simple words.)
18. Do you use any tools, like worksheets or outlines?
I keep everything in my head. I have majority of the scenes planned out and then I sit down to write on google docs and that’s pretty much it. I know I should write everything down, but it would take up too much time with the amount of information I have planned out. I just feel like if I’m going to write it down, I’d rather just write the actual story out.
List of questions :D
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randonauticrap · 1 year
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Good evening, Madame L~
I'm probably cutting it close to the deadline at this point 🙈 Might I request a sweet little hug from Yves?
Yes you can, dear Scorchie!! I'm not used to writing Yves and it's been awhile since I've played his route, so I'm a little rusty and it is quite short, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless! I am posting it soon.
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scorchieart · 11 months
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Falling Ahead - Part 1
A mini-series inspired by the brilliant mind of @rhodolitesrose starring our ill-starred prince and his starstruck older brother and their starburst misadventures in pranking & baking throughout the years (with some guest stars along the for the ride). Sit back and enjoy the written account of these two upstarts superstars!
Ages: Yves (1), Clavis (4) - ft. Jin
Masterlist ☆ next part
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“Clavis.”
“Look! I came all the way from the kitchen.”
“Clavis.”
“I have more cookies inside. Can you help me do that hallway?”
“Clavis!”
At Jin’s raised voice, Clavis jumped, scratched his head, then turned to his brother with a polite smile. “Please can you help me do that hallway?”
“Clavis, you’re making a mess,” Jin berated.
“Nuh uh! I made it neat in a line! Look, look!” Clavis held the half-cookie in place between his teeth and pointed with both hands at the straight line of crumbs following him up the hall and leading into a sitting room.
“Yeah, that’s still a mess,” said Jin, yanking the cookie out of Clavis’s mouth. “And you shouldn’t waste food.”
“But I’m not wasting! The unicorn will eat it all up!”
“The unicorn?”
Clavis balled his tiny fists and nodded his head. “Baby unicorns love cookie crumbs! I read it in Chevalier’s book!”
Jin sighed. “Clavis, you can’t read.”
“Can too!”
“Can’t.”
“Can too!”
“Can’t.”
“Okay! Mama helped me a little… but only with the big words!” Clavis lunged for Jin’s arm, but Jin raised the cookie high out of his reach. 
“Cut it out. I didn’t see any unicorns in the castle,” Jin said as Clavis whined and hopped in front of him.
“Yes there is! Yes there is!” cried Clavis. “I need to catch it and show it to—”
There was a thud and a squeak from inside the room. Jin and Clavis ran in to find a pile of blankets and pillows collapsed at the foot of one of the sofas, a series of spent ropes and pulleys close by. All was still for a moment, then the fluffy mountain was moving.
“It worked! I told you! I told you! It’s a unicorn!” Clavis giggled, rushing to remove the blankets. Jin joined him, and together they quickly freed the squirming mass within. And though the two brothers had never seen a unicorn before, they were both certain what they found underneath wasn’t one.
“No, Yves! That trap wasn’t for you!” Clavis shrieked. But his shrieks soon dissolved to laughter as he and Jin watched their baby brother happily nibble on a bowl of chocolate chip cookies.
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aquagirl1978 · 2 years
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Hello I love all your works!
I'm trying to expand my fic library and I wanted to ask if you had any recommendations for any not well known writers or writers you think deserve more attention? Do you have any fics of theirs you recommend I check out first? For all the series and any genre is fine (SFW and NSFW both fine to)
Hi anon! Thank you for your kind words and reaching out to me. I'm flattered you came to me for some advice, and I do have some newer and lesser-known fic writers - I hope some of these are new to you!
@gilbertvonobsidian - writer of Gilbert x OC fics - doesn't post often, but when he does, you're in for a treat. His most recent fic Connection is a great read.
@naresnani - @batteryrose writing side blog. Lots of really unique storylines in his fics. I really liked this one, a fic about Chevalier.
@scorchieart - a relative newcomer to the scene, Scorchie has an amazing body of work, really unique ideas - and if you like group interactions, this is the blog to follow. One of my favorites is Dual Perspectives, a fic about the Klein twins.
@jozhenji - multi-fandom writer, wrote this amazing Jin/Leon fic that you can read HERE (I'm not a huge Jin fan, but this fic just sent me places)
@leonscape - clearly a Leon/IkePri fan, this writer has posted some IkePri fics (if you're into that series) - I enjoyed this Gilbert fic.
@yarnnerdally another relatively new writer, I just happened to read THIS Clavis fic (what list is complete without Clavis?). Bonus - I believe she is still accepting requests for Kinktober.
@lucyw260 - I was so pleasantly surprised to see this Leonardo fic earlier on my dash - it was cute and heartbreaking and captured Leo perfectly. I can't wait to read more from you!
@queen-dahlia - looking for some really dark and angsty fics? Check out this blog - be warned, there are some trigger warnings on THIS ONE.
I know there's many great writers who are not as well-known out there - feel free to add any of them to this list.
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Hiya Julie!
For the fanfic writer ask, how about 1, 15, 26?
*leaves a teddy bear and a jar of honey at your doorstep*
Hey there my lovely Scorchie it always a pleasure to se you here thank you for the questions 😉
1. What fic of yours would you recommend to someone who had never read any of your work? (In other words, what do you think is the best introduction to your fics?)
It may sound obvious but I would reccomend
Gift of Love, the first fic of many others it may sound cliché but it is where it all began, it include any element I would have developed in my writings along the appearance of the first route I have played in Ikemen vampire 🥰
15. What’s your favorite AU that you’ve written?
For this feel free to chek out Here 😉
26. Would you rather write a fic that had no dialogue or one that was only dialogue?
Sincerely both sound so hard to do 🤔
Only dialogue and no desciption will look like a film script, on the other hand no dialogue and only desciption if written boringly could be hard to be appreciated from readers 😆
I will chose the latter, my writing relay way too much on feelings and gestures description to bruhs them away from the table so I would prefer this. 😉I
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I am new to this not many people write Jin O.o, I do, another low popular one I chose I see 😆😌
As far as I've seen anyway 😓 But like Scorchie said, he is a fascinating character and deserves every bit the same adoration that other suitors get. Even though he isn't my one of my favorites, it is still nice to see him receiving attention. So I'm glad that Jin and Luke have such awesome fans like you guys out there!
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Hi Impromptu! 🍡🍚🍘 for the asks please! Take care~
Hi Scorchie!
Thank you for the ask... ok... let's see what we have here...
🍡 Which of your fics was the most emotionally difficult to write?
What Dreams May Come. It dealt with PTSD, survivor guilt, and depression, and even though I would categorize it as "angst with a happy ending," what I wanted to write when I started it was light comedy.
🍚 What genre do you have the toughest time writing?
AU in general, just because I end up getting caught up in world building and casting - I just try to do too much and put ever possible character in it, and then suddenly it's like 6000 words long and I haven't even gotten to the plot yet.
🍘 Is there a fic or idea for a fic that you've abandoned?
Um.... yes.... I got about 29 chapters into a Phantom of the Opera AU, (set in an ice rink) and pretty much ran into a brick wall. The fic might still be findable via the wayback machine, but otherwise, the evidence is long gone.
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lorei-writes · 8 months
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Lorei! 💓
For the fanfic writer asks~
16, 17, 34, 35
Scorchie! <3
Thanks for playing with me, ey!!
16. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Share one of them?
Too many. Too many, love. Far too many. I don't think I can pick just one to share either.
Jin, Bloodstained Rose Day (Misericorde, the weight of the world in his hands),
Chevalier x OC (Esther), confession fic (possibly two-shot; Scorchie, they're idiots *cries*),
Chevalier x OC (Esther), with religious undertones (Esther is religious, so I'd like to develop that; If loving you was sinful, I would not mind being a sinner),
Winter Flower, part 2 (working title: Summer),
Viva! Seeks Revenge (long fic; first appearance of Viva and Esther; premise: what if Belle was not so pure-hearted),
Clavis, on the topic of drinking, sense of inferiority,
... Steampunk Pirates AU crossover...
... Mystery AU, vaguely XIX century AU crossover...
all the missing chapters for The Doors that Connect and Divide (...Gilbert, Yves, Mitsuhide, Kanetsugu, and the last door I am not sure about yet -- either Arthur [again] or possibly Leonardo or Comte...),
Rio x Emma, holidays.
And then there are MORE ideas that are still fermenting (Chevalier x OC [Esther] -- regarding Esther's mother, Christmas [x2], Chevalier's birthday; Leon x OC [Viva] -- festival; Family AU Chevalier; Family AU Leon... and... some more...).
17. would be here.
34. Five years from now, where do you see yourself as a writer?
Hm, five years is a terribly long time. I don't really think about future this far away, as it's too unpredictable.
However, I can make a guess: I'll be just the usual me. I'll be trying out things that will seem hard, learning as I go, expanding my understanding of the language, and having fun while I'm at it.
35. What is one essential thing to remember when writing a villain? 
Hmm... I think it may be that they're also a person. They will operate as one -- their acts may be twisted, but there is a logic behind them. We all do the things we believe to be right, and we believe that for a reason -- "bad guys" are no different in that regard.
... If anything, the foundation on which they build their reasoning may be what is truly terrifying about them.
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