#Mothie writes

[marcos-scorpion]

Heyy a Charles Leclercx fem!reader request where he comes home exhausted and the reader is making him a romantic dinner he comes in while she is cooking listening to some old music and he sways her around the kitchen and then they just slowly dance around the kitchen all evening food long forgotten deeply in love with eachother thank you and love your work

il predestinato - Charles Leclerc x Reader

hihi !! so i was aiming for this to be totally fluffy, but there’s a lil angst, mostly around how this season is going for Charles and Ferrari. I really like this tbh, and although i wrote it pretty quickly, i think it’s cute! tysm for the request my lovely,, hope you like it!! requests are still open

warnings- lil sad cos of Ferrari and how they treat Charles,, mostly fluffy

w/c- 1489

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Charles Leclerc was struggling this season. You couldn’t deny it, no matter how much you wished it wasn’t true. 

Ferrari disasterclass after Ferrari disasterclass were starting to weigh heavily on his mind. No matter how many positive interviews after less positive results he gave, how many toothy grins he shot your way after another day in the factory or on the sim, you could see how all of this was beginning to weigh on your boy. 

You knew he deserved more, every F1 fan knew he deserved more. You’d seen messages between him and Pierre, him and Max, hell even a few with Sebastian that showed that they knew he deserved more. You’d watched quietly as his brothers rallied around him, despite Arthur taking off in F2 and Lorenzo always having to dash off for meetings, his career being more demanding than people realised. You’d watched as Charles’ dreams crumbled under the pressure of the team, under the tyres of his once-beloved red car. 

He was meant to be ‘il predestinato’. The Predestined. One of the greats waiting to happen. He was meant to be fighting for that title, wheel to wheel with the Red Bull, the Mercedes, and, surprisingly, the Aston Martin. He was a front of the grid, top step of the podium driver, stuck with the team who had promised him the world, and left him to piece together the shards of the glory they had promised. 

You felt powerless in this all. A girl with a degree earned in student loans and scholarships, and no career to back it up, in a fast-paced world of the rich and important. Finding a place in Charles’ life had been difficult as it was, but you would do it all again to support him. Put your dreams of a Masters degree, and a doctorate, on hold. Sell your meagre little studio flat for the life so many dream of in Monaco. Leave family and friends behind for a world that would never quite be yours, no matter how many brands suddenly wanted to dress you for paddock appearances, no matter how much diamond jewellery Charles draped around your throat. What could a normal girl do to support someone like Charles, in a situation as delicate and important as this. 

Whatever you could. Anything you could. You celebrated his wins, commiserated and comforted after losses. Spent weekend after weekend in crowded garages, night after night holding him as his shoulders shook under the weight of everyone’s expectations, as tears ran in rivulets down his cheeks. 

Today was going to be a hard day for Charles. You had seen it in his eyes when he had left your shared apartment that morning. Another meeting with the Ferrari high-ups, another meeting where they blamed everything but themselves for the poor results ahead of the Azerbaijan Grand Prix this coming weekend. As soon as the lock clicked into place behind him, you decided you needed to do something today that could hopefully lift his mood. 

After spending most of the morning cleaning your home, washing his training gear and polishing the monitors on his sim, dusting trophies in the cabinets lining his office walls, a trip to the market began. The ingredients for Charles’ favourite food in your basket, you decided to stop and get a few more treats for him that would certainly anger his trainer. A bottle of his favourite expensive wine, pastries from the little stall he took you to the day you met, the chocolate his mum bought him after good results in kart races as a child. 

Hours later, after what felt like much longer leant over the stovetop in your kitchen, the rich smell of the sauce you were stirring filled the room, the soft sounds of Elvis crooning though the speaker settled safely on the windowsill. Charles wasn’t meant to be home until seven thirty, and it was currently just past five. Enough time to finish the sauce, lay out the good plates and light a few candles. Maybe change into something other than the pyjamas you had put on when you got back from the market. ‘Pyjamas’ being a pair of Charles’ boxers fresh out of the dryer and your faded university jumper. 

Tapping on your phone to increase the volume, you began to gently sway your hips to the intro to Suspicious Minds. So wrapped up in the music, you didn’t hear the front door click, or the bag hit the floor in the entryway. The footsteps making their way into the kitchen didn’t register, not until you felt an arm snake around your waist, palm pressed into the skin of your stomach and the waistline of the stolen underwear. 

You didn’t even flinch at the sensation on your skin, it was so familiar and comforting. Leaning back into his touch, you smiled lazily as your eyes met. 

“Hello, mon coeur.” He murmured, pressing his lips against your hair. 

Twisting in his arms, you let him fully wrap you in his embrace, feeling the tension melt away from the muscles in his back. It had been as bad a day as you’d expected, you could see the slight glisten in his eyes, the furrow in his brow. 

“Oh my darling,” you began “I take it the meeting didn’t go well?” You already knew the answer, but the tightening of his arms around your waist as he buried his face against your hair told you enough. 

You could feel his lips move against your scalp after a few moments, the words he wanted to say struggling to come out. He sighed, stepping back slightly, shifting his arms to press his hands onto your hips. “They’re blaming me. Saying I’m not working hard enough, not trying hard enough to adapt to the car. I’m going against all their plans, against how they’ve set everything out for me. As if it isn’t their bad strategy that’s fucking me over every race.” 

You suddenly felt insecure that your days-worth of work wasn’t going to help, or would even worsen his mood, that it was going against the plan designed by his team and his PT that was so clearly set out to help him be his best. 

“I-I wasn’t sure how you would be feeling, so I’ve tried to cook your favourite. But if you don’t want it, the pre-planned meal ingredients from your trainer are in the fridge. I can make that, o-or I got some pastries from that stall, the one from our first date? And some chocolate, the one your mum used to get.” You smoothed a thumb over the crease between his brows, “We can do whatever you want.”

His hands dropped from your sides, and his chin drooped towards his chest, and you began to panic more. “O-or I can call Pierre, or your brothers, and you can have a boys night, I’ll get out of your way. Whatever you need me to do.” 

His head is still down, and you’re so worried that you’ve made everything worse. But you weren’t expecting the look that you were met with when he raised his head. His eyes were shining more now, the glistening from earlier now lining his lashes with unshed tears. You weren’t expecting the sheer love that was emanating from his expression, his entire being. 

The smile he gave you could move planets, reignite the stars. Any insecurity and anxiety settled in your chest disappeared, replaced with a deep-rooted warmth. 

“Oh, my darling girl,” he sighed, “What good did I do in a past life to deserve you?” 

His arms snaked around your waist again, pulling you tight against him. He began softly swaying to the music still playing. 

“Sometimes, I think the universe made you for me. No one has ever done something so simple, yet so perfect. I think we were designed for each other mon coeur. Destiny did something right for once.” His voice was barely above a whisper. 

“You know, I used to think the nickname il predestinato was a curse. A label placed on me for such an unattainable dream. A ridiculous notion, and unexpected pressure. But I believe that I was your predestined. And you’re mine. And as long as I have you, all of those dreams are within reach again.”

The food was long forgotten, simmering away to itself, and the candles on the table would remain unlit, for tonight at least. Right now, nothing would feel better than dancing with the love of your life to the songs your parents loved too. 

And as the opening notes to Can’t Help Falling in Love With You began, and Charles reached around you to turn off the stove, twirling you to the song as he softly sang the words, you couldn’t help but agree with his sentiment.  

This love was written in the stars. Predestined. And maybe, that was all you two would ever need. 

[mothiepixie]

Motti and Vio (Lust Sans) are going to learn to navigate their feelings and relationship while Motti is demisexual and Vio deals with hypersexuality, but they both have feelings of inadequacy from their respective struggles

It's gonna be so fun and delicious story telling

More of my ramblings below

I'm legit researching hypersexuality because i dont want to depict Vio as sex crazed maniac that you often see highly sexual characters shown as for a laugh or a pervert trope.

I legit want him to have a thriving life but showcasing how dealing with hypersexuality actually impacts him daily and the struggle he faces.

And I want Motti to be there to help him navigate through his therapy and struggles. Because she understands what it feels like to feel "broken" and "too much" just on the opposite spectrum.

But with Motti, even though she is demisexual, she does have bouts of times where she wants to have that kind of connection with him. But society norms of sex culture take affect on her insecurities to the point where she'll see Vio, living large and unafraid, able to partake in escapades that Motti only has an inkling of understanding from movies- She'll worry that she won't be enough for Vio, not in just a sexual sense, but just a full filling partner in general.

Where as Vio will feel inadequate and will pull away from Motti sometimes because he knows she's on the opposite spectrum and he cares and respects her deeply that he doesnt want to scare her away. He longs for the domestic moments with her and vice versa, but they're afraid of messing it up.

But they'll fail to realize despite their deep seeded insecurities, they have a fully healthy and communicative relationship.

[mellowwillowy]

An imagine of my current WIP

Yan! Nemesis: Tell me, do you wish to escape?

Doll Reader: ... where is he?

Yan! Nemesis: He will die and so will you, burnt in this revolutionary fire. Tell me, do you want to escape?

Doll Reader: ...

Yan! Nemesis: ... do you perhaps wish to die in the same fire as that tyrant did?

Doll Reader: *shakes head* I don't wish to die for him and I don't wish to escape. I only wish to live and die for myself.

Yan! Nemesis: Then why won't you escape with me?

Doll Reader: Because I know if I ever run away from this room, I will only be bound to live in another room. I know what I am. I am merely a porcelain doll, no?

Yan! Nemesis: I'm sorry... I had to leak your writings...

Doll Reader: No... It's okay. Instead, I'm thankful. You granted my one wish of being able to do something that was not controlled by him... although it was still controlled by you...

Yan! Nemesis: ... sorry...

Doll Reader: Thank you...

[mothymayhem]

I needed an excuse to share my Lunar headcanons so you guys get silly lil lineless doodle and my headcanons/info about my AUs Lunar

[evangelifloss]

Vocaloid Pantheon

Ask and you shall receive lmao!! I needed only one reason to brainrot all over the place so thank you @thalycosa

Hatsune Miku: The Goddess of creation. Top Dog. Think God from the Bible, or the Zeus of today's age (even tho Zeus didn't create the world). Her hymn is "World is Mine" because it is! She created us all. World is hers.

Kagamine Rin: Goddess of the Sun. She rules the day, bringing light to the world. When Miku created the universe, Rin manifested herself from the raw energies of the Sun and was born alongside her Twin, Len.

Kagamine Len: Being born at the same time, Len could have also been the God of the Sun but no two Gods could rule the same thing. A pair of pitiful twins, separated by fate, Miku in her love and wisdom gave Len his own dominion so that he may still be in the Sky with his Sister. He is the Moon God, bringing night to the world and shining bright to guide the way much like his sister. Rin and Len always meet during the eclipses, and they are never lonely despite being rulers of separate domains.

Meiko: The goddess of Celebration. Meiko was actually born before Miku, but had lost her way in the ether! Miku reawakened Meiko and recognised her passion for singing, dancing, and drinking, thus she was given the dominion over festivity. Humans love to hold parties at every chance they get, and Meiko was the perfect fit to rule this unique manifestation of energy. It is said she will bestow favor upon those that offer alcohol to their guests at a party, especially if it includes beer.

Megurine Luka: Goddess of Water. When the first waves crashed against a cliff-face it is said that the first stone to plummet into the stormy waters cracked open and Luka burst through. She controls the tides, the ebb and flow of the waves, and of all the life in bodies of water in the entire universe. Her favorite animal is the Octopus and the legends say that sailors who incur her wrath are met with certain doom from her pet Kraken "Tako Luka".

Kaito: A Messenger God between all the worlds. Communication is a staple part of life, even for the divine and he is a Master at delivering news, words, and stories swiftly. He was found alongside Meiko and restored to the new universe of Miku's design. He can be swayed by offerings of Ice-Cream or other frozen sweets. Sources contradict themselves on his relationship to the other Gods. Some say the old poem "Canterella" is proof of his attraction to Miku, however there are other sources, mostly stories in the form of songs pairing him with Gakupo or Len. The most famous being "Magnet" featuring only Kaito or "Lost Memory" featuring Kaito and Len. It is hotly debated whether "Magnet" was an original Kaito and Gakupo story as another was found where it was about Luka and Miku.

Gakupo: A Warrior God armed with a sacred blade that can cut through anything. Gakupo may seem at first to be a malevolent God due to his affliations with War and Conflict, but he embodies the heroic fighting spirit of soldiers in battle. He favours those that fight with honor but at the same time, greatly values strategic tactics necessary for gaining the upper hand. For some reason, Kaito and Len are often depicted with him with the most famous example being an old vocaloid cult known as "Vanan'ice"

Gumi: A Minor Goddess in the Miku Pantheon, Gumi is a protector of maidens as they journey into adulthood. She embodies both the playful nature of little girls and the maturity of women. She is also associated with wrath, specifically of scorned women and it is said she will assist women who have been wronged into finding justice. There are not as many relics or sources found in reference to the Goddess Gumi but one of the most notable and important artefacts was a written poem "The Wrath of Nemesis" which details a wronged woman's journey in finding revenge. Historians are unsure whether the woman in question is Gumi or if the revenge fulfilled at the end is meant to illustrate the power of Gumi's favor when it comes to upholding justice.

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And with that my fun is done LOL. Feel free to add anything vocaloid fans. This post was inspired by horned girl thing's poll where I ranted in tags about miku Pantheon! Go vote for what you want on their poll, doesn't have to be miku!

[motheline]

Woe, my MudWings be upon ye, tell me who your favourite is I'm so curious (SandWings next!!!)

[translyricalmabi]

The Portrait Glassred Drew (グラスレッドの肖像) - English Translyrics

Original song by mothy

“If only… you didn't have to change.”

Running my paintbrush

Across another canvas

I came to depict

A picture of him

In a little space

Within my memory, lies his face

But it is one I'll never see

Again

At what point it was that everything changed

Is something that I still ask, to this day

All the same, I think perhaps if you just remained

The way you were, this could’ve ended up different

So I say, but I know it's too late

For the you within the picture will never return

By no means would I say

That I was all that fond of your face

Yet again and again

I painted it, without end

And by the time I realized

The room was overflowing with

Your resemblance

Your face was by no means

What it was I wanted to see

I had rathered you be

The you I knew you to be

But in the end

It was both of us who were being foolish then

For we could not realize this

Crumbling away

Watching the portrait burn, you coldly say

To me how you hate

The face that I paint

But you could not see

That what had truly been ugly

Was not your face, this I can say

Surely

Thinking quickly, but not at all clearly

All I did was hurt and mock you, really

And somehow, by the next time we met, it seemed

You were nothing at all like before

Yes, just as if you were the man I knew no more

And the you within the picture will never return

Even so, I believed

Even if I could no longer see

The person in my memories

As long as you were happy

Then just maybe, no matter

What happened or was done to me

I could let it be

By no means would I say

That it's bad for people to change

Only that it isn’t

The thing that’s most important

What’s needed is to

Be able to be contented with the current you

But you could not realize this

So like this, I will keep you alive

By painting out my memories of you, day and night

Even if the appearance in the portrait isn't quite

The one you wanted to be remembered by

And I’ll admit, on that fateful day

The final words you were desperately trying to say

I believe that I could tell what they were, in a way

Since forever ago, I had known

I suppose I could say

That I just might have loved you the same

So again and again

I painted you, without end

And by the time I realized

The room was overflowing with

Your reminiscence

Your face was by no means

What it was I wanted to see

I had rathered you be

The you I knew you to be

But in the end

It was both of us who were being foolish then

For we could not realize this

[cranberrytea451]

I dont have a problem. I can stop simping anytime i want

Oh really? BET.

This one is for you 🫵.

(I wrote this in the car so feel free to excuse my typos.)

Motti wasn't known for her patience. In fact, she wasn't known for much at all besides the occasional 'carrot' comment about her red hair.

So it stood to reason that she should have just leaned up to kiss him.

But how did you kiss a skeleton prince? One that had no lips but hummed in praise when she landed an arrow. One that had no skin but whose hands left phantom heat on the back of her shirt when he corrected her stance. One that had no heart but was kind to her even when she lashed out at him.

How did you kiss someone who was created to give love but not receive it?

She knew he possessed demi-god like powers, and his presence radiated positivity, causing joy wherever he stepped foot.

Then why did his eyes seem so sad.

Motti trapped her bottom lip between her teeth. She stood taut and poised, her arm pulled back.

Whoosh.

The arrow flew past the target and embedded itself in the ground.

She half expected a little murmur of encouragement or a soft chuckle to brush against her neck.

There was none. He had been gone for days and she had waited. Motti was not known for her patience.

But she knew she needed some now because she messed up. God damn it, she messed up bad. She was afraid he was never coming back and she never even leaned up to kiss him.

She closed her eyes, seething in frustration and self-loathing. Her knuckles became white as she gripped her bow.

The sky above rumbled in displeasure, as if feeding off her mood. And a couple of tears fell from her face as the rain poured.

She had pushed him too far. They did this thing… a game, a secret between them. Teasing and prodding one another until someone gave (usually her) and laughter broke.

The teasing wasn't enough, she wanted more. She wanted all of him. She wanted their connection to be deeper than just friends with inside jokes. She wanted him to crawl inside her and wear her as a skin. She wanted to shield his bones from the notches and discoloration that would sometimes peak out behind his shirt.

She wanted … she wanted.

She wanted to trace his skeletal features with the tips of her fingers. She wanted to wake to his arms snaked around her womb. She wanted to sit in his lap while he read a book.

She wanted him to cry on her shoulder for once.

Motti had been bolder with her teasing. She touched him for longer, winked at him more, posed her body in a flattering manner.

And thought of how to seduce a man who couldn't get a boner.

She came up with a plan. An apple.

Romance books were chalk full of scenes like that. The woman biting into a bright red apple and then licking its exposed flesh, then the man would get flushed and flustered.

And oh, Motti wanted to see him flustered for once.

If it turned out silly she could just play it off as one of their games… but if not….

Well, it didn't turn out either way she thought.

"So this is where you've been hiding."

His voice reverberated below her sending an itch up her spine.

"I wasn't hiding. I was relaxing."

"Perched up there?" She missed the way his voice wavered slightly. "I may call you dove, but I'm pretty sure humans can't fly."

"OH please." She leaned her back more securely against the tree trunk and crossed her legs. "I'm hardly seven feet off the ground. Look, if these apples don't go splat when they hit the ground, then I won't either."

She expected a jovial 'tch' or a familiar 'hmm', but all she got was silence. She should have known then that something was wrong.

The red head glanced at him over her eyelashes. His glowing eyes stared past her, the perpetual grin on his face looked as taut as a bow.

He wasn't paying attention. Why had she been so greedy?

Motti let out a huff then did something very stupid. She plucked an apple and jumped.

Dream's reaction was spontaneous, sprinting and swiping her out of the air before gravity could even set in.

"I could have landed on my own."

"Yes, but then I wouldn't have the pleasure of holding you."

She was flush against his chest, his hands firmly holding her to him. The tree leaves above leaving shimmering shadows across his face. Blinded by her own wants she hadn't seen the way his eyes darkened in some unreadable melancholy. This was the moment she should have leaned up to kiss him.

She was bold but still not brave enough, so instead–

"Want one?"

She lifted the apple to her mouth and took a slow bite. She had rattled him, but not in the way Motti wanted.

A skeletal hand snapped to her wrist.

And squeezed.

Until she dropped the apple.

Dream hadn't looked angry. He looked afraid. His eyes disappeared into their sockets, his hands shook violently.

And then she let out a little gasp of pain.

And then he let go as if she were made of fire.

And then he was gone.

Btw motti doesn't know his backstory yet here.

You are welcome for the angst. Here have a wholesome meme.

[pricechecktranslations]

Outlaw and Marionette

Outlaw and Marionette

泥から生まれた死者の王は

The king of the dead born from mud

新たな世界へ魂を導く

Will guide the souls to a new world

その理から外れた僕は

Though I am separate from their way of things,

一人じゃないさ　きみがそばにいるなら

I am not alone, as long as you're by my side

,

逸れ者達とその神は

Those outcasts and their god

死ぬ事さえも許されず

Aren't even permitted to die

ならば僕も導こう

In that case, I shall lead them

また一つの悪ノセカイ

To yet another World of Evil

.

開かれたLychgate

A Lychgate that was opened

辿り着けぬMarionette

A Marionette that was unreachable

不完全Punishment

A Punishment that was incomplete

弾け飛んで消えた

They all shot off and vanished

.

誰かが夢見た

This is the

時計仕掛けのユートピアさ

Clockwork utopia that someone dreamed up

.

間違いだらけを集めれば

Surely there are times where gathering up all the mistakes

別の正解になる時もあるだろう

Can in itself lead to a different solution

四人いた僕らは道を違えた

The four of us changed our course

結局誰もが正解では無かった

And in the end, neither of us had been correct

.

君が作った世界を

I've destroyed everything

全て壊してしまった

Of the world you built

僕らはいつだってそう

We've always been this way

お互いがはぐれ者

Both of us mutual outcasts

.

下されたJudgment

A judgment that was handed down

暑さ残るAugust

An August of lingering heat

君に似合う季節だと

It has never felt to me as though

とても思えなかった

This season suited you

.

葉月の記憶は

These August memories

冬の寒さに消え去った

Disappeared into the cold of winter

.

逸れ者達と人形は

Those outcasts and that doll

眠る事も許されず

Aren't even permitted to sleep

そして僕は導こう

And so I shall lead them

嘆き叫ぶ悪ノセカイ

To a World of Evil that shrieks in lament

.

開かれたLychgate

A Lychgate that was opened

辿り着けぬMarionette

A Marionette that was unreachable

不完全Punishment

A Punishment that was incomplete

弾け飛んで消えた

They all shot off and vanished

.

列をなしたOutlaw

The Outlaws all lined up

世界が突き付けたNo

The world shot back a "No".

君を連れてくるだろう

They'll take you along too

棺の中に入れて

Once I put you in the coffin

.

誰かが夢見た

This is the

時計仕掛けのユートピアさ

Clockwork utopia that someone dreamed up

[mothy-leaf]

I cant believe this game is 6 years old I couldn't make anything big for it but I wanted to have a little doodle to remember by! c:

[mothiepixie]

Thinking about Symbiote NM au. Lil fic, i suppose.

Dream will notice the extreme distance between Motti and him has made their relationship almost nonexistent. It's beyond normal, he notes, and it hurts him deeply.

He didn't want to reject Motti. There was nothing more than wanting to accept her feelings when she confessed. Bring her into his arms and relish in the love radiating off her body into his very core.

But now, he only knows the cold air. The lingering fragrance of her perfume. He doesn't remember the last time he heard her laugh. That cute snort when she laughs a little too hard or the crinkles at the corner of her eyes.

As he confronts her, the air around her is so thick with negative feelings. Dream wonders did his rejection really hurt that much?

"I haven't seen you for months. You do not come for practice anymore." He tells her. His voice filled with grief that he attempts to overshadow with a calm concern.

Motti can't look him in the eye. She looks like an animal trapped in an corner that it sends alarm bells throughout Dream's body.

"I've just been really preoccupied." Motti finally speaks, not once glancing up to look him in the eyes. He feels waves of her lies wash over him and it twists his nonexistent stomach.

"I have been so worried about you. I miss you." He speaks gently, almost cautionary as not to spook her.

He is overwhelmed with a wave of resentment. Thick miasma of confusion and hurt. Motti bites her bottom lip, looking as if she is fighting within herself.

"Don't say that to me." Her voice sounding pained.

Dream was more than worried now. Something was terribly wrong. No sooner reaching a hand out to place on her shoulder, he drew his hand back as if he had been burnt.

His eyelights shift from his simmering hand back to Motti and felt a sense a dread wash over him.

Black ooze seeping around her shoulder Dream had just touch. Tiny and sharp like thorns. Slowly, tendrils of black ooze start to encase around Motti's face.

It pooled around her left eye like a blackhole. A brilliant aquamarine eyelight shot open from the abyss.

A deep gritty voice chuckled, "Hello, brother."

Dream's body went rigid, "What- I thought you were-....what are you doing here? Inside her??"

Nightmare hummed with a twisted smile, a tendril coming to caress Motti's cheek, "Picking up the pieces you broke."

[ruefanofall]

Thinking about Anne because I love her so much.

DISCLAIMER: This is very Headcanon influenced and I have some negative opinions on how Mothy characterizes Anne later on and in the Horse of Evil novel. So Pls do not take what I say as canon!!(it's Canon in my heart <\3)

It's the way she represents Life in my eyes... The light at the end of the tunnel, she's love and life. Anne's always been a kind person, a protector. Her dream was to create a kingdom where children could play safely and I'M SICK. I'M SICK

I have my . Opinions on the Horse of Evil Novel. But what never struck right with me was trying to push Anne as Cruel. It never made sense to me tbh. Sure maybe she could be stern, and she was DEFINITELY mourning her late lover and That def had an influence on her but to make her so cruel???? It feels Icky and I think Anne deserves So Much Better.

She's the Goddess of Victory!!! She's a kind soul!!! Anne is the anchor to Arth to Lucifenia and she is sooooo dear to me. I love her sm.

[three-bunnies-in-a-trenchcoat]

Writing ask:

Maybe LU modern Au thing? No pressure!

Anyway took a few days but here you go! I took this opportunity to finally write another crack fic with four so it's probably not what you're expecting lmao. Kinda lost what little plot there was halfway through too

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"Someone's pulling us over." Green said. Vio sighed, and pulled the car to the side of the road. 

"Is it the cops?" Blue twisted around. 

Green shoved him back down. "If it is the cops, do you want to get us in more trouble?"

"Anyone do anything illegal lately?" 

"Other than how we're harboring a criminal in our house?" Blue asked sarcastically. "No."

"Shadow isn't a criminal anymore." Vio reminded him. "Dot pardoned him."

"Then why does everyone keep calling the cops on us?" He accused. "Wild nearly sets his house on fire at least once a week and even he doesn't see the cops as often as we do."

Vio sniffed and turned away, pointedly refusing to answer his question. 

A cop walked up to the window a moment later, knocking on it.

"Hello, officer." Vio said, rolling down the window and plastering on a smile.

"Have you seen this man?" The officer asked. He held up a picture of Legend, and Vio had to hold in a groan. "He was seen in a car matching the description of yours headed this way."

"No, I'm afraid not." He lied. 

"What about you?" The officer peered into the car, and Vio hoped he couldn't see the swords they'd shoved under the back seat. It would probably be a bit hard to explain what they were for.

"Nope." Blue said, crossing his arms.

He pulled out another picture, this time of Warriors. "What about him?"

"No." Vio said. "If you don't mind me asking, officer, what did they do?"

"They stole a few bottles of alcohol, but they were covered in blood, so we're treating them as dangerous."

"Well, I'll let you know if we see them."

He nodded, and Vio rolled up his window. Once he had left, he pulled out his phone, bringing up Legend’s number. The call connected within a moment.

"Get out of my damn trunk." He hissed, not even waiting for an acknowledgement.

There was a thump from the back of the car, and an echoing one on Vio's phone.

"I'm not in your trunk." Legend said. 

"And pigs fly." Green said, rolling his eyes. "The cops just pulled us over."

"Oh shit, that's what that was?" Warriors whispered, clearly thinking they wouldn't be able to hear. 

"Are you drunk?" Red asked, leaning closer to Vio's phone.

"...No."

"Time's gonna get your ass." Blue snorted.

"Pfft, he's like four feet tall. He can't do anything to me."

Vio's eye twitched. As a proud and somewhat reluctant owner of four feet and four inches, he didn't really appreciate that comment.

"I think he's going nuts." Legend said. Now that Vio was paying attention, he could tell that he was drunk. "He keeps calling Time Mask and insisting he's like, really short."

"Are you injured?"

"Uh, no. I don't think this is our blood."

"You're paying to clean my car."

"What? No–"

Vio hung up. He leaned forward, forehead resting on the steering wheel, not even caring that he was pressed against the horn, and sighed. It was so much simpler when he was helping Shadow take over the world.

[frankiensteinsmonster]

Y'all out here bagging on self inserts??! ಠಿ⁠_⁠ಠ Sorry..I'm here to insert a myself into every story I write and then die. I have stories where Every character is a self insert and I am vibing, in my element, and having fun.

Every person is probably very interesting in some aspect and if you don't like a story because of Any reason, then stop engaging with it-- I really do not see the issue that is being presented to me, this is actual nonsense

[beezonia]

To Chase A Doormouse - A little Reign Of Mouserink au drabble

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It’s funny, very funny how they think they’ll catch whoever it is behind the mask.

It’s like they believe they can win, they can stop the mouse from absolutely ripping those horrid wings of the moth.

Not likely.

Mouserink leaves nothing to chance, plan after plan after plan. Endless possibilities and they prepare for each one.

Because no one but them would win.

The Dormouse would get what they wanted, would finally finally reign supreme!

No one could stop them, it was a well known fact that a chase between a cat and a mouse ended in chaos.

Tom and Jerry were at each other’s throats, the guild and the heroes were exactly the same.

Only one would come out victorious though. Mouserink would make sure of that, an ice cold heart like theirs could never be thawed.

Unless you were persistent (like that mangey little alley cat) maybe then would they succumb to the warmth.

Not today, maybe some other day Mouserink would let someone in.

Just not now. Not when they were so close to succeeding, it was like fresh berries so ripe SO SWEET!

A new dawn was coming, a brand new day.

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[arecaceae175]

Sentence word prompt: Celebrations

The other heroes have been asking him weird questions all week, and Four couldn’t figure out why.

“Hey smithy, what’s your favorite dessert?” Wild asked one night as he was cooking.

“I can never agree with myself on that one,” Four said with a chuckle. “Nothing too sweet.”

“Hey Four! Hypothetically, you rather have a calm evening reading a book or a huge party?” Wind asked.

“Uh,” Four said. “Book, I guess? What’s the context?”

Wind just shrugged and changed the subject.

“What’s your favorite color?” Legend asked as they traveled one day.

That one caused a bit of an internal argument, so he decided on rainbow.

“What’s something little you wish you had to make your day easier?” Sky asked. He asked to the group, technically, but he was looking at Four. Four couldn’t think of a good answer.

Four didn’t have to wait too long to find out their reasoning. At the end of the week, as he got back from his morning patrol with Time, he realized the camp was suspiciously empty.

“Where is everyone?” Four asked, hand on the hilt of his sword. Time smirked and stepped to the side.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!” The other heroes jumped out from their hiding places and yelled in unison. Wind and Wild pulled a cloth up to reveal a large cake and eight wrapped gifts.

Four felt a huge smile stretch across his face. “I completely forgot,” Four muttered.

“We know,” Time said, dropping a hand on Four’s shoulder.

“Time for birthday celebrations!” Wind yelled. He ran up to Four and tugged on his hand.

“Come on! I want cake!” Wind said. Four laughed and felt his grin grow impossibly bigger.