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the melodramatic guy ever (affectionate)

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bun zieks

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binge read All of your ao3 works! i loved them all so much. the way you write is so endearing and made me feel as if i was in the story itself. i laughed, i cried, i felt so many emotions from your writing. you captured everyone’s character so wonderfully and so accurately too. i couldn’t help but to bookmark each one as my ultimate favorite. you are one of my favorite writers! <3

Hello Anon!

Wow, thank you so much! I can't tell you how much your kind message means to me. It's so encouraging and truly made me smile.

I hope I can continue to write stories that you enjoy (and I am working on some new fics! But haven't had much time to write as of late. I hope you will like those as well, if you decide to read them!). Truly, thank you for reading my writing and for taking the time to send such a kind message. It means so much.

Have a great weekend!

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new mikotoba siblings art from kazuya nuri!

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😭2023.01.08

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In keeping with the season, here's Klint and Kazuma's Christmas Orange Showdown from Beauty of Every Kind (AU). Merry Christmas! 🎄🍊

By the time their meal ended, a blanket of white had settled over the world. Barok stared through the drawing room window. If only it had snowed earlier in the week and gathered in a greater volume. He could have taken Iris out of doors to build a snowman. Perhaps even to toss snowballs at one another.

“Professor van Zieks, you really like oranges, don’t you?” Ryunosuke said, hopping out of the way as Klint walked by, a veritable mountain of oranges clasped in his arms. One toppled from the summit and bounced off Ryunosuke’s shirt before it hit the floor and rolled away.

“I certainly do!” Klint said brightly.

“You cannot steal all the oranges, Klint!” Lady Baskerville shouted then sighed, her fingers pressed to her forehead. “This man…”

Kazuma picked up the fallen orange and bounced it lightly in his palm. “You know, I used to eat so many mikan when I was a child I threw up juice.”

Eveline giggled beside him. “Is that really possible?”

“You doubt the truth of my embarrassing story? How sad,” Kazuma said.

“I take it mikan is similar to an orange then,” Lady Baskerville said. “Good thing Klint could not get his hands on those as well. The man is obsessed with citrus.”

“Not all citrus. Just oranges. They are my favourite part of any Christmas meal,” Klint announced as he sat down and dropped the startling vast pile of oranges onto the table in front of him.

“I really liked the roast goose. That was impressive!” Ryunosuke said. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a bird that big in my life.”

“Imagine how much bigger it was when it still had its head,” Eveline said with a laugh.

“Yeah, kinda like ’Ansom Will,” Gina said.

“Wh—What happened to Hansom Will?” Ryunosuke said, sweat breaking out along his brow.

“Ah, yes, indeed. This was a curious case that I solved most masterfully,” Sholmes declared with a smile.

“No way! I solved that one,” Gregson said.

“You flatter yourself, Inspector,” Sholmes said. “If there is a matter of murder, it is obvious who actually resolved the case most artfully.”

“The guy wot did it said ’e did it to anyone wot would listen,” Gina said with a shrug.

“And you knew these people?” Eveline said, clearly disturbed.

“Yeah. They were on me divin’ routes. One of ‘em once tripped an’ fell on the paper I was usin’ for me bed,” Gina said.

“Oh…” Eveline said, looking unsettled. “Sorry for enquiring about something so painful!”

“It weren’t really painful. I wasn’t sleepin’ on it at the time or anyfin’,” Gina said.

Barok furrowed his brows.

“Anyway! Would you be so kind as to return my sweet orange to me?” Klint said.

Kazuma moved to return it. Abruptly, he halted and rolled his hand into a fist around the fruit in question. “I think I would rather not. After all, I do like these and you already have a whole pantry’s worth to yourself.”

“I am Lord of the Manor, need I remind you?” Klint said.

“And here I thought my father said the van Zieks were kind and obliging to their guests,” Kazuma said.

“You are not my guest. You are essentially family. In which case, I am head of your household as well. So relent that orange into my ownership!” Klint said.

“I am an Asogi. I never back down,” Kazuma said, narrowing his eyes. “It’s not like you can eat all of those anyway.”

“You want to stake a bet upon that, Mr. Asogi?” Klint said, arching a brow.

“This will not end well,” Genshin muttered with a sigh.

“Will they need to be cut open if they gorge themselves too much?” Maria said.

Iris giggled. “Sorry, Mr. Kazy. My Daddy has you beat. He eats an entire grove of oranges every winter.”

“An entire grove? Isn’t that wasteful? For one man alone to clear out an entire supply of fruits,” Susato said.

Barok looked at her quickly. He did not realise she was standing so near to him.

“Oh, how wonderful. You have passed on your talent for ridiculous exaggeration to our darling daughter,” Lady Baskerville groaned.

“Don’t worry, Susato-chan. He’s nothing but hot wind, as all these nobles are. I could certainly eat more oranges than he could,” Kazuma said with mounting intensity.

“Are you challenging me?” Klint said, lifting both brows, a brazen grin on his face.

“Maybe I am,” Kazuma said, his own challenging smirk upon his lips.

Despite their differences in race and appearance, at that moment, the two bore a striking resemblance to one another.

“Mr. Naruhodo! You will be our judge!” Klint declared.

Ryunosuke flinched. “Why me again!?”

“I trust you to be partial,” Klint said.

"Um...don’t you mean that you trust me to be an impartial judge?" Ryunosuke said.

"Not at all!" Klint enthused.

"How quickly you forget...that Ryunosuke is my best friend. If anyone will be judged partially, it's me!” Kazuma stated.

"And how swiftly you forget that I am his superior and very admirable!" Klint said.

“You are entirely mistaken. I am the personage who is truly admired in this room,” Sholmes said.

“Oh yes!” Iris agreed.

“…Betrayed by my own daughter,” Klint muttered. “That is it. I will bear no further insult! I am officially throwing down the gauntlet!” And Klint punctuated his sentence by removing one of his gloves and tossing it onto the floor by Kazuma’s feet.

Kazuma looked at Klint like he was either insane or unintelligent before breaking out into a grin. “I will show you the strength of a samurai’s stomach!”

Then the two set themselves down on the couch and began to divide the oranges. Barok had a feeling this was not going to end well.

And he was right. Kazuma and Klint both ate with a feverish intensity, competing to the brink of discomfort, then pushing boldly past it until both had stinging mouths and straining lungs. Orange peels surrounded them, littered the ground morbidly, and their fingers were stained along the nails.

“Ughhh…” Klint groaned.

“Weak,” Kazuma said before his face twitched with pain.

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2022 Fic Year in Review!

Questionnaire by: @sevarix-blogs

Total fics written: 16 written to completion and posted (not counting Ryutaro’s London Adventure, which was written in 2021 and posted on ao3 in 2022). I have completed a draft of another story, but I’m still revising it.

Word count:  519,733 - roughly. I did write the majority of Sorrow & Mercy at the end of 2021 (rewrote some chapters in 2022 before posting) and a chapter or two of A Heart Deeply Burdened in 2021, so the total might be closer to 400K. I haven’t factored in word counts for incomplete/unposted works.

List of Fandoms: DGS

Most Kudos'd work: Sorrow & Mercy

Work you are most proud of: I think Beauty of Every Kind and Sorrow & Mercy. They took a lot of effort.

Favorite title: Honestly, probably the title of the fic I’m currently working on (but won’t be finished any time soon!). As for fics completed in 2022, I think it’s a toss-up between With My Fondest Regards and Sorrow & Mercy.

Favorite Comment: I love every single comment I receive. It makes me happy to see people engaging with what I’ve written. I can’t pick!

Work you enjoyed writing the most: I enjoyed writing all of my stories! But I think probably Beauty of Every Kind, Sorrow & Mercy (although at times it was really difficult!), Blade of Justice, At His Side, Hidden Heart, and the Reminiscences of Klint van Zieks.

What you hope to write in 2023: Goodness, I have a list! I’m slowly chipping away at some comedy stories, a regency AU, and revising some other stories I wrote. I also have planned a number of multi-chapter AUs, a multi-chapter post-canon story, and multiple one-shots that I haven’t been able to start yet. My life circumstances have changed, so it’s difficult to find time to write, but I hope I will be able to complete and post some of these this year.

link to your ao3: baroksfacescar

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Announcement: I'm opening commissions!

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A personal reason is that next summer, I will be continuing my Japanese language studies in Tokyo. So I can use all the support I can get so that I won't starve over there LOL.

Thank you so much for reading this and I hope you can support me!

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I’m working on some new stories (very slowly) but I’m hoping to have some content to share relatively soon :)

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In which Susato finally gets an honest answer from the world’s worst witness (and gives Ryunosuke yet another reason to fear her).  I think she should be allowed to throw a hallowed chalice just once.  As a treat.  (Also, my headcanon is that she and Barok can get away with this, but if Ryuu or Kazuma tried to throw a hallowed chalice into the candelabrum, it would be an instant penalty.)

A short follow-up to the post-game comic about day drinking during the trial that I posted the other day here. I posted this pic to Twitter but forgot to post it here as well.

(Image description:

A scene of Susato and Ryunosuke standing at the defense’s bench, with Susato on the left.  She is throwing her right hand out to the side, flinging a hallowed chalice toward the nearby candelabrum.  The chalice has shattered and wine hovers in the air.  She pounds the desk with her left as she says, “Did you or did you not see the defendant with the victim on the day in question?”  A wavering speech bubble pointing off screen to represent the witness says, “I didn’t!”

To Susato’s left stands Ryunosuke, shoulders hunched up as he stares sideways at Susato with wide eyes.  His left hand is pointed out as if he had been about to make a statement before Susato’s outburst.)

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pierced through the heart but never killed

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Hello everyone! I've safely moved into the new place but there's still a lot to do. I hope to be able to start writing and posting again very soon.

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Anyway! Small pause on weekly updates as I haven't had the time to do my final round of editing/revising for the stories I have lined up. All my free time is devoted to packing at the moment since I'm moving at the start of November :)

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I can’t believe I’m seriously debating this AU that I’m debating writing, yet I am seriously considering it 

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A little Chuu