#ask me a question and i shall write you a novel

[amyisherenowitsokay]

Ooh, another one came to me when I sent the technology one.

In going back and reviewing the original MHNY trilogy plot, story, everything built between characters etc, what did you do? What did you decide to scrap, to keep, or to repurpose? You said you're aiming to branch away from 2 and 3 with something different, and disliked how you kept yourself to following the plot beats of the original first, right?

What does that clean slate look like? What pieces in Re:1 act as the catalyst to those further down in Re:2&3? The largest ones are obvious, (obviously) the big glaring plot changes. Are there more subtle ones? (don't have to say if you want to keep em a secret.)

Or, just, what things thru all three stories made you die inside and scream why did you write that? (I feel like you have a list.)

I'm gonna answer with spoilers because I'm having a good time answering these. These are HEAVY spoilers for the direction of the fic. As Re:MHNY2 is currently aiming at a Spring release date, I feel more lax about it's secrets, but still. If you don't want to know, don't look.

CW// Mentions of sexual themes, explicit themes, the briefest of mentions of non-con as a theme

This is a really fun question in particular, because it was really something I wrestled with just in the conception of this fic series so many months ago, going back and forth with "do I want to do a rewrite? and if I do, knowing I had a second chance, what would I fix?"

I'll fully admit there are people who remember my fics better than I do (I am looking respectfully at @rllybritrlly whenever literally anything about From Your Memory gets brought up). That meant I really needed to reread my original fics to even remember all the details, what I wrote about them, read my cringe tween A/N's, etc. As Re:1 was the baby that started it all, I really wanted to pay as much homage as possible to it. Also, even so many years later, I still liked the overall plot, even if I felt the details could've been better executed, and I could've done without the various problematic themes. I think I've given the lengthy answer before, somewhere, but the short of it is mostly these major points:

I didn't like the weird sexually exploitative relationship between Zim/Gaz with the kissing/touching. Additionally, I knew I could make the inevitable ZAGR kiss way more dramatic if it was roped into the climax instead of just randomly thrown in the mix in problematic ways from the mid-arc. I LOVED writing the kiss in the rewrite, and it was actually one of the first scenes I rewrote, even before officially announcing/confirming the rewrite.

I didn't like Gaz and Dib's relationship. I love cruel, troubled Gaz, but I don't think it benefited the story to make her so constantly dismissive of Dib, to the point where he was sometimes written like an afterthought. I think IZ as a whole benefits from the complex relationships the characters have with one another, and the Re:MHNY series could benefit from developing those changing relationships rather than stagnating on them.

I had no idea when writing the original MHNY that I was ever going to do a sequel, or the direction of the finale. It was originally a one-and-done until I think the second-to-last chapter, when I decided I had more to write, and liked my readership too much to give it all up with a one-hit-wonder. Now that I know where the finale goes, I really wanted the opportunity to drop more lore, hints, and foreshadowing. The biggest example is Tak, whose name I basically borrowed as recognizable since I was too lazy to make a one-off OC, and only after-the-fact found a way to reweave her back into the third installment. Tak's fate is not going to be the same as it was in the original, and also, in the first rewritten fic, we got more insight into her personality. Not a lot, granted, but enough where the reader would be able to notice changes later on.

Discerning readers may have noticed that I kept the same amount of chapters in the rewrite as I did the original. If you compare chapters 1:1, a lot of the bigger themes parallel one another. Gaz is still ensnared by alien parasitic technology in chapter 1 of the rewrite as she was in the original, albeit in much bloodier circumstances. Zim's motorcycle/car chase in the original in chapter 6 is paralleled by the chase in chapter 6's rewrite, even though the circumstances are vastly different. Zim feigning a long-term, committed relationship in chapter 17 of the rewrite is a big nod to the original, in which Zim bartered for Gaz's life on the premise that they were more together than they really were, even with the kissing/touching premise they had with one another. Additionally, the theme of 'Zim hacks the Valkian ship' stays, even if it's once again executed under different circumstances. The details change, yes, but ultimately the Valkians are still slaughtered. That dedication I made towards keeping Re:MHNY1 as 1:1 as possible was a fun challenge in its way, but it's not going to happen in the sequels.

Regarding Re:mhny2 and Re:mhny3, I will only be borrowing the most basic of premises. As announced earlier this year, Iggins is still in the next fic. However, his differences are major, and a closely guarded secret I have only really shared with I think my internet bestie and my boyfriend. Again, anyone not looking for spoilers may want to skip this ask.

Some sneaky secrets are how I left whether or not Gaz went back to finish the tournament ambiguous. Additionally, that unlike the finale of the original MHNY, Gaz and Dib do not ever have another 'on-screen' discussion after she's rescued. Zim and Dib do, yes, but Gaz and Dib do not. There's a joke in Ch 20 about Zim showing up in his living room with cocoa, but the nature of any sibling conversations, if any even occurred, are also left deliberately absent and/or ambiguous. It's noted that they spent the majority of the aftermath resting, and really not a lot else. The most screen time Dib gets is being thrown out of the operating room in the flashback.

Unlike the original, where Tak was originally just used as a throwaway name-drop when I was too lazy to make an Irken OC or find another way to justify why someone might call to warn Zim about the Valkians, or even know who he was, I currently know Tak's fate in the rewrite, and I knew it when I wrote it, too, which means I got to sneak in that little ominous line of the Tallest when hearing her report in Ch 20.

“Now,” he said, doing his best to shrug off the strain of morning. “Go get that she-Irk again.”

A discerning reader might also have noticed Professor Membrane is not brought home, and never told what actually happened. Aside from some angsty pining from the Membrane siblings, his personal involvement ends when Dib abandons him at his conference and comes home for Gaz. That being said, there's also an interesting few paragraphs that have been brought up and pointed out to me individually before on Discord, and that other readers may have picked up on as well from Ch 18 that are going to be important to the sequels.

She hated this. She hated hiding herself behind veils of cynical wit and aloofness just to survive—to barely endure while she festered inside. She hated her father, drilling into her how uncomfortable people could be around her. That scaring people was wrong. That friends and admiration from peers were so very important. Don’t be angry, Gazlene. Be motivated! Don’t be frightened of change! Embrace it!

Zim had never demanded change. Zim had only ever ripped out the honesty, the worst parts of Gaz that she had buried under years of practiced apathy, and embraced them with open fascination. Sick. Accepting. Conniving.

You killed an Elite, his voice whispered, a caress on trembling limbs.

She had. She remembered every vivid detail like a flash bomb. The fear. The rage. The burning resentment. The same theme over and over. That she never should’ve been there. She never should’ve been here . That something had tried to take her life over nothing . That she had every right to fear for her life. 

The flashbacks that left her breathless. The fear, genuine, and yet underlied with something she dared not admit to even herself. Years of her fathers conditioning cushioning the awful truth of his daughter. She was just a teenage girl—once a child—who should never have been formed this way.

His son had inherited his father’s bravery and passion to learn, and twisted it into a dangerous recklessness. A need for pursuit and answers at all costs.

His daughter had inherited her father’s calculating practicality, and it had mutated into a vicious willingness to do the very worst thing for the necessary reason.

You killed an Elite, she heard once more. 

But this time, a loathsome truth followed. 

And you want to do it again.

As trademark as Gaz's viciousness is throughout the IZ series in general, and in this fic, her strict restraint being pinned on her father's discipline may seem out of place with only this fic to go off of. While it can definitely be read as a standalone, it does (deliberately) give the reader pause. Professor Membrane praises Gaz in the series for being his favorite child, not for being a menace to society as a whole, so where's this coming from? Why are Zim and Professor Membrane playing devil-and-angel-on-her-shoulder in her (concussed) brain? And notably, if that's their assigned role, where Membrane is the voice of restraint, and Zim the voice of rationality, then it should be noted that Zim's voice won. This should leave you asking why that is, and if that's always going to be the case.

A funner teaser is some foreshadowing I dropped throughout the story about what mating is going to look like in this fic. I wrote a lot of what I wrote about sex, love, and marriage under a heavy veil of religious indoctrination, which distorted and I think damaged the potential creativity of my writing. Virginity-cultural stigma somehow shoe-horned its way into my fic, and I don't really want that to happen again, which means there's going to be a lot more lewd scenes leading up to a sexual relationship. We're not just gonna have our characters go from making out to full penetrative sex. That's skipping quite a few bases. I've expanded behind the scenes a lot more information about Irken culture/mating, and while penetrative sex has been established as off-limits until such a time as our two heroes may deign to bind themselves to one another for eternity, I am not going to leave you hanging in the meantime. Some hints however about what mating looks like in the rewrite have been dropped, such as this nibble in Ch 9.

As he'd briefly gone over with the human girl, irken rituals of courtship were far different than any found on Earth. There was no religious entity or documentation, and the ceremony required complete isolation for at least three days.

and

He could never have that with Gaz. For one thing, she had no PAK. Well, she did, but it didn't actually count. Any attempt to encode the PAK was pointless, and furthermore, the PAK wasn't integrated to her brain the way it was to Zim's, or any other Irken's. It held no influence, and no significance to her decisions. While Zim's PAK may bind him for eternity, the human wouldn't be bound by anything other than the whims of her fleeting, mortal affection.

I outright name the ceremony in Re:mhny2, and also plan on further establishing teasers here and there about what's in store.

Skoodge is also a big teaser in himself! Skoodge is a competent invader and a traitor to the Empire, whom Zim has explicitly expressed allyship towards. He is definitely going to be important later on.

Regarding what a clean slate looks like for the sequels, I'll go ahead and name some big ones off the bat. Again, spoilers.

In Re:mhny2, Iggins is ultimately the antagonist, but whether or not he's the or even a villain is going to be something I look forward to watching readers debate about. That's what I mean by clean slate. Iggins was inarguably the bad guy and a major shithead in the original sequel. In the rewrite, Iggins may be a shithead, but what I really disliked about the original was how one-dimensional he was. Additionally, I think it's a more interesting story not for the protagonists to overcome the antagonist in a linear journey, but for the antagonist to grab the protag's by the neck and drag them into the mud with them. What if the hero's journey isn't upward, but one where simply keeping afloat equates success? What if not drowning is the victory? Metaphorically speaking, Re:mhny2 is going to start with fearless characters and end with characters who never look at the ocean the same way again, and are wizened for it.

Whereas the original was just kind of 'watch these characters be badass and mercilessly inflict pain on a bad guy' Re:mhny2 is basically going to be a lot of character self-reflection. I love the IZ characters for their flaws, but we're not going to get real, raw growth out of them if they're not forced to take on their own misdeeds and mistakes by metaphorical knifepoint. Re:mhny2 is going to be about them and the knife. And by them, I mean all 3 of the main cast, plus Iggins.

Re:mhny3 is similar. I'm excited to write about Iggins, but I am ecstatic to get another shot about a Zim-pocalypse. Enter the Florpus gave me so much new source material about what Zim successfully taking over the Earth, even for a short while, would look like, and I'm grateful for its contributions to the finale's development. Zim is still going to take over the Earth. Why, how, and under what circumstances is drastically different, and since its release is much farther out than the sequel, I will restrain myself to only give you this single, but eye-opening question when I talk about major, complete deviations from the plot. I have always regretted my impatience with MHNY3 for many things, but mostly one:

Wouldn't it have been a much more interesting story if Gaz really didn't know what was going on?

I'll just leave that thereeeeee.

For your last question, and one that makes me laugh to even look at, I do have a mental list. I'm pretty sure this'll be the first time I've ever written it down though.

Here are my top ten cringe moments from the original series as a whole, from cringiest to least:

The entirety of every sex scene I ever wrote

Ever writing the phrase "And they hadn't even done anything yet!" during a sex scene -- this is so ingrained in my cringe that I can, even now, tell you exactly where it is in the fic, the context, and wrote it without even needing to reference the phrasing

Implying Iggins would SA Gaz while she was under his thrall, and incapable of consenting (for concerned readers, non-con is not going to pop up in my stories again, and I apologize in hindsight for any discomfort caused)

Zim and Gaz's sexually transactional relationship, especially while Gaz was 14

Gaz getting married when she was only 18 (Gaz is already going to be 18 in the sequel, and will probably be in here early-to-mid twenties in the finale)

Dib being used as a punching bag for Zim and Gaz to be cruel to for cheap gags

Making the Tallests simps for Zim for really no reason other than that I was a simp for Zim and wanted to give him nice things lmao

Tak just sort of popping up out of nowhere as a maid, and blatantly borrowing the themes of servants being 'furniture' from the anime When Seagulls Cry/Umineko

That fucking weird ass segment where I had Gaz have prophetic nightmares (?) in the third one, and wander around a castle like some sort of haunted Victorian child. Really the whole castle scenes themselves were cringe. Get rid of the castle. Wipe it from your minds.

Making Gaz and Zim essentially infallible, unbeatable, and just boring in how completely dominant they inevitably were to any problem that arose. It just sucked the tension out of every situation because I got too bored or impatient with scenes that otherwise could've been much more interesting than they were.

This ended up a lot longer than I anticipated, but I hope I answered everything sufficiently!

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The Question of the Collar & the Dark Rise Trilogy

I am pro collar. And Ill tell you why.

I have been seeing a couple posts on this topic and people go back and forth, but none have fully encapsulated what I see as being one of the biggest reasons I believe the collar is consensual and probably a kink. I also think there is a possibility it also allows free will, but today I shall argue for why I believe it’s consensual on James’s part, because that is where the doubt lies within the fandom it seems. It is very clear to me that Will is erotically enticed by the collar also, but who really needs convincing of that?

So, firstly, there are so many instances where we see that James is visibly turned on by the collar. See how Will acknowledges James in the quote below as looking already surrendered, and going “pliant as if the same hot gold ran like sweet need through his veins” :

James is clearly very turned on by the collar, it’s in the text in many instances. The words used here are evocative: need, pliant, sweet, and hot.  Where do you see that kind of language other than in the erotica and romance genres? It then goes on to talk about how his shirt is open, how his eyes are glazed, and how he is “yielding”. Basically, this is a sex scene without the sex. The collar is an object of lust for the duo, and this is being communicated to the audience. Authors, when writing, do not use evocative language by accident. No. They paint a picture with words to influence their readers emotionally in the direction they want our minds to go. Every detail is planted on purpose when you are a good author. And Pacat is a good author!

But there is so much more. Here, in the next scene, James is seen wetting his lips:

Wetting one’s lips is a sign of attraction. If you don’t believe me, just Google it! We also have another scene where James’s pupils are blown wide when watching the collar in the throne room scene; yet another physical sign of attraction in a human being and something we see in novels all the time.

But Pacat goes further than just showing the physical signs of being turned on. If Anharion consented to a collar that controls him (to what extent it controls him, we are still unsure) we should see the signs that this is something he is possibly interested in emotionally. Or at least, something Anharion was interested in and James responds to at least on some level. And there are so, so many signs. This is shown through what he likes, shown through what he does, says, and what others say about him (not just Will, but Sinclair as well as others). Why is Pacat seeding all these comments about James’s need to serve, to please, other than to put in our minds that there is an aspect of James/Anharion's character that this is something he likes, and that it is a possibility that the collar might have been his choice in the past? It’s a kink for sure, and something James may determine he is not interested in in the next book, but for the sake of argument, look at the screencaps below:

Will is picking up on something about James’s personality, and James is relieved and perhaps surprised that he has been so transparent. It is clear to Will that James likes to take orders. After all, before he was Sinclair’s (the Dark Lord’s) man, he was the exemplary novitiate, wasn’t he?

In an even better example of this below, we see him kind of asking Will that Will's request for James to come to him after opening the gate become an order. But, why ask this? What purpose does it serve James to make Will give him an order? Why does James want it to be an order?

Will catches on and gets it, equally turned on. His lips curl (in a smile) and lowering your lashes is a sign of submission in human interaction; James is lowering his lashes showing submission to Will. James is aroused here too, because in the next moment he asks Will to kiss him.

We have it from others perspectives too, here below, we have Sinclair telling James he likes to serve, he is a born submissive and to “belong” to someone, echoing what James himself has said to Will countless times:

And just to top this with a cherry, Sinclair’s scene with James he tells us James, upon a successful mission, liked being praised and “sitting at his feet”. This calls to mind the imagery of the chain at the bottom of the throne.  

In terms of similar character types in Pacat's work, Erasmus from Captive Prince comes to mind. He was a collared slave and we get some glorious descriptions with him being quite the submissive with the “lowered lashes” (ring any bells?) :

May I just interject to reiterate that the language around the collar is really so sexual, I don’t think I need to post more about this, because some of the screencaps above illustrate this, but I am sure you can all imagine and remember how you felt reading those scenes; they were enticing. I just cant imagine Pacat would use such romantic, erotic, and lush imagery if this collar were the instrument of coercion, compulsion, and humiliation, and even possible r*pe, that we are supposed to think because this is YA fantasy genre and not horror. Someone might argue that they weren’t sleeping together when Anharion was wearing the collar, but I would counter-argue that of course they were! Everyone who knew about the Dark King and his Betrayer knew they were in a romantic relationship, from James’s father, to Gauthier, to Kettering. And we are only supposed to think the collar is all these bad things based off the second hand knowledge passed down by characters like Gauthier, or the vague and evasive language used in the last chapter by both James and the narration (but this is not really shown by James's feelings when he has it put on him). But when James first puts it on, he is described as “hating how good it felt” as well as having some rather erotic flashbacks to Anharion and Sarcean (and that didn’t sound coerced to me, it sounded romantic and swoon-worthy, it sounded like he was being "filled up" which is a way my old therapist friend used to describe being emotionally fulfilled by one's partner). So, why would the principle couple be one that started in coercion and assault? Maybe this is something else being said by Pacat about purity culture, and how there is nothing morally wrong with kink as long as the two are consenting, loving adults who trust each other? James CLEARLY trusts Will to "hold the key" so to speak as he asks him to in the throne room. Just because some of us dont explore our sexuality in this way doesn't make it wrong and I think Pacat is challenging the readers (as Will is being challenged) to reconsider their biases about what is "wrong" not through the lens of what other people think but through what two people feel is right in the loving and trusting relationship that they have together through Total Power Exchange. This is not a story about abuse. Who would want to read that?

No, this is something else in my opinion. I think the collar is completely in line with the desires of Sarcean and Anharion, and their reincarnations are now echoing those desires thousands of years later and they will see whether it is ultimately something that they want to explore together in the next book. The collar was consensual: it is not in line with the YA romance fantasy genre to have a couple start out so grossly abusive towards each other, especially when the language is evocative of romance, and the personalities are showing desire. I think we are meant to challenge our assumptions here about people and what is considered “normal” instead of just thinking if a couple doesn’t fit our idea of a perfect mold that there must be something wrong with them. Also, please remember that Pacat is twisting our heads in one direction with the characters own misconceptions and half truths, when I believe he is planting enough evidence to surprise us (and Will) in the last novel with the revelation that has been hidden in plain sight all along: that Sarcean wasn't hurting Anharion. On the contrary. He was freeing him.

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Watch Lady Chatterley's Lover (2022) and then Read...

I absolutely loved Lady Chatterley's Lover (2022). I think it was a triumph of the female gaze, Emma Corrin being the Period Piece Pinch Hitter we all need in a post-Keira world, and fucking in the woods.

To be clear, the book is not a romance. It does not end unhappily (more like "to be continued", without any intention of a continuation and clarification) but it's not a romance. The movie, I would argue... is pretty close to being a romance, or just a romance outright. Joely Richardson looks at the camera and goes "this is a love story", and by God, who am I to question Joely Richardson (who also was Lady Chatterley once). It hits many of the classic notes of a historical romance novel--hardcore fucking and immediately having an existential crisis after, "my god, how could this constant unprotected sex I'm having result in a PREGNANCY???", a douchey rich guy who wants to publish his stupid novella.

After watching it, I wanted to go through my rolodex of books and throw up some recommendations for what to read after watching this movie and getting a bit. Interested.

I tried to focus on a) interclass dynamics or b) illicit affairs. Ideally both, but it's more about the vibe than the readalike nature.

The Leopard Prince by Elizabeth Hoyt. In many ways, a Lady Chatterley vibe without the annoying husband and *with* a murder mystery. Our heroine is a wealthy heiress who travels to an estate she recently inherited on her own, employing an experience steward to help her with the business side of things. And with the business side of things. Elizabeth Hoyt writes some of the best sex in the game, and there's a lot of great class conflict in this one.

Waking Up with the Duke by Lorraine Heath. A Lady Chatterley setup but with less class conflict and more *secrets*. The Duke of Ainsley, genteel and well-mannered, still feels real bad for that time he got into a carriage accident with his best friend, which resulted in said friend's permanent impotency. Friend asks Ainsley to pay him back by fucking his wife, Jayne, in order to ensure that she has the baby she's always wanted. Jayne is like "say what now", because she does in fact hold the accident against Ainsley, and Ainsley is all "I COULD NEVER--but if you're like... insisting..." because of course, he has always carried a torch for Jayne. A month of hot, angsty, "don't kiss me on the mouth" cottage sex ensues, and the emotional fallout for these idiots is MAGNIFICENT.

The Countess by Sophie Jordan. Not out yet, but put this one on your TBR because there is certainly a married lady discovering her sexuality in the arms of another man (wealthy, but of a different social class) around these parts. Out 3/28/23.

Between the Devil and Desire by Lorraine Heath. For the "this coarse man is lighting my ladylike fires" vibe. Our heroine is a recently widowed duchess with a young son, who comes to find out that--what the fuck--her husband left the guardianship of their child to a man she doesn't even fucking know. The hero grew up on the streets and has risen to become a successful club owner, but is still very much lower class. They move in together, and incredible sexual tension and heightened emotions ensue. TW: discussion of childhood sexual abuse.

Dreaming of You by Lisa Kleypas. This might seem a bit left field at first, but I shall recommend it because a) there is a huge emphasis on class in this novel. Sara is not necessarily a hugely upper class lady, but she is a genteel lady, and Derek Craven's awareness of their social differences and his roughness against her softness is a huge part of their conflict in the first half of the book. B) sexual awakening is very emphasized in Sara's journey. C) Sara does have a boring fucking fiance who's like "Sara, it's okay if we aren't that into each other sexually" while Sara, having just gotten her titties sucked at a party, is like "UHHHHHH NO THAT IS NOT OKAY". D) Much like Oliver Mellors, Derek Craven suffers from "is very smart but sometimes we don't know what he's saying" syndrome.

Duchess by Day, Mistress by Night by Stacy Reid. Our heroine is another widowed duchess with a young son--but this time, she's on the hunt for the governess that ditched in a flash. She hires the coarse, lower class but nonetheless successful fixer in town to help her... And his price ends up being a bit more carnal than monetary. VERY illicit affairs dot mp3.

Notorious Pleasures by Elizabeth Hoyt. No class difference here, but we do have a lot of illicit sneaking around when our heroine begins sleeping with her betrothed's roguish brother--who might just fuck the rigid rule following sensibility right out of her.

Her Night with the Duke by Diana Quincy. A widow has a one night stand with a handsome stranger, only to discover that he's courting her stepdaughter. It's messy, it's angsty, it's hot, and I do believe there are some outdoor activities.

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I am SO curious what you think of specific LMM short stories - namely, The Waking of Helen, The Doctor's Sweetheart, and The Growing Up of Cornelia - but also just all of them bc there is so much going on in literally all of them (not even counting the insanity that is tannis of the flats). apologies if you've talked ab them before but I am intrigued as to if you've read them/have thoughts

Thanks for this ask, I find it really interesting! I also find it very appropriate for this kilmeny shebang, because I think kilmeny provides a very good illustration for this.

I don't think I've read all of LM Montgomery's short stories, although I know I've hit a good chunk of them, so that in and of itself tells you something. There are some I really, really love and that I think are LM Montgomery at her best (The Quarantine at Alexander Abraham's), but I find a lot of them to be LM Montgomery at her worst. Some of them encapsulate LM Montgomery's strengths in a really potent, concise way; a lot of them emphasize her weaknesses in parallel.

Because I haven't read a lot of them since I was a teen, I mostly have dim memories of the ones I liked, or of ones where I was like hmmm...that's funny, or the ones that I liked but now looking back am like hmm...that's funny. I used to love the Growing up of Cornelia quite a bit, but now I squint at it for obvious reasons. I LOOOOOOOOOOOOVED the fake dating one because I thought it was hilarious (this spinster lies to the town about having someone courting her, someone she completely fabricates - only for a man who happens to fit the description to a tee show up in a sheer shenanigan of fate). The Strike at Putney is my sister's favorite (the women of a church go on strike to combat sexism).

So overall, there are some jewels in in the mix. The form of a short story is such that in some ways, you have to strip writing and storytelling down to its bare elements. As such, I think the form of a short story is particularly well-suited to demonstrating Maud's strength of humor. When they're good, they're good.

However, as referenced, that often means when they're bad, they're bad. Some are technically well-written but gross in plotline (these are the ones that tend to be the ones I liked as a child, but as an adult..); a lot are both disturbing and imo pretty poorly written, much like a certain novel we've been discussing lately. We have Tannis (YIKES), the Education of Betty (YIKES), and others which kind of pull back the curtain on Maud.

LM Montgomery was no angel, and even beyond aspects of her you'd expect historically, she was just...kind of mean. I remember reading a letter of hers where she visited some equivalent of a girl scout troop and frankly talked about how she couldn't imagine any of the girls finding husbands because they were so plain and ugly. You see it pop up in her books, but it pops up a lot in her short stories as well. In the end, to answer your question in a general sense, I feel like overall the short stories have more kilmeny's than anne's.

Regarding the specific stories, I'd have to reread them. We did discuss the Growing Up of Cornelia on here a while back - I used to LOVE that one, but now as an adult I'm like more errrr. It is interesting to me because Sidney is the Dean Priest figure that ever haunts LMM's work. As for The Waking of Helen, iirc this is @mzannthropy's favorite! Unlike Kilmeny, it actually commits to its premise and so I think it works. I'm not really familiar with the Doctor's Sweetheart - I looked it up and nothing rang a bell.

For my favorite short stories (You didn't ask, but I shall answer anyway) - here are the ones that I remember even years later:

The Quarantine at Alexander Abraham's: iconic, in a word. endlessly quotable. A spinster woman who hates men quarantined with a confirmed bachelor who hates women? Much like the blue castle, this takes a basic fanfic trope (for tbc, 'where is my wife;' for this, quarantined together) and so successfully executes it you're left with your jaw on the floor.

The Strike at Putney: this is a sister's favorite, and I can see why. Women of the church learn that a missionary will not be allowed to occupy the pulpit to speak because she's a woman, and so they go on strike. It's also a emphasized critique of the undervaluing of women's work.

The Materializing of Cecil: GOD I REMEMBER LOVING THIS ONE. This unmarried woman is embarrassed to be unmarried at forty and so flagrantly invents a lover to her sewing circle - only for a man who fits the description to SHOW UP. It's hilarious. However, as a content warning, I reread it to find there is less than fantastic description of a Chinese man near the end.

The Little Brown Book of Miss Emily: guess what? this one is in first person, and that person is ANNE. 😱 this one...it's sad, but it always stayed with me. I have read quite a few lmm stories and forgotten most, but not this one. Also, its final line is beautiful to me.

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God help me this dream I had the other night, I just had to write about it.

Wandering around aimlessly in the back of an empty library, glancing back to see an older man smiling at you. Of course you smile back, it’s common knowledge you should be polite. Especially with the lingering thought of what he might do since the two of you are alone.

He comes over to you, just a friendly hello. Maybe the two of you share an interest in the same genre, exchange the names of your favourite novels. Or atleast that’s why you tell yourself he’s here, surely you’re not so disgusting as to let those lewd thoughts actually bother you?

The two of you actually seem to get along quite well. He’s strangely quick to tell you about his interest in books on psychology and how the mind works, or just the whole topic in general. You hardly even notice the way he runs his fingers along your arm every so often, fingers trailing along the back of your neck.

You find it hard to look away from him, the more he talks the more you find yourself getting lost in his words. And god those eyes.. you swear you could look at them for hours. You don’t even try to resist as he takes you by the hand and escorts you out of the building, blindly agreeing to let him take you back to his apartment for a drink.

His hand rests on the back of your neck as the two of you walk, you can’t help but just nod along to everything my he says. Though you’re hardly listening, all you can think of is how his lips would feel against yours. You imagine he’d taste like sharp whiskey and cigarette smoke. Or perhaps the opposite, sweet and passionate like your favourite candies.

His apartment is nicely decorated, the walls plastered with photos of different sceneries, an oddly comforting smell lingers in the hallways. You know this is where you’re meant to be. Right where he wants you to be. Of course, he never intended to bring you back for a drink. Far from it. Though his true intentions are just what you want, aren’t they?

As he sits you down, the first thing he asks you is a rather blunt question, one that catches you a little off guard.

“Have you ever been hypnotised before, love?”

You shake your head at this, somewhat still lost in thought. Though you try to stay focused, the man did invite you in after all. It would be rude to simply stare, even if he was too gorgeous to resist.

He suggests you let him try out a technique he’s become quite good with, of course you agree. You don’t even know what he’s talking about, but you know you can’t say no to him. Maybe it was the way he spoke, or just the fact you wanted him to have his way with you.

You barely even notice yourself slipping away, your mind emptying as he continues to speak. His words become your thoughts, the only thing you need. You know this is where you belong, under his command. It’s almost impossible to look away now, he already had you in his grasp from the moment you met.

You don’t resist as he begins to remove your clothing. Why would you? This is how it’s meant to be, you belong to him afterall. Who are you to say no?

“Just lie back for me, doll. Let’s take care of you, shall we?”

You hadn’t even noticed how wet you’d gotten. His hands subtly trailing up your thighs, rubbing at the sides of your hips. You were practically throbbing, body aching for more.

He tells you to nod, you do it. You’d already given him your consent now, he wasn’t going to stop. Not that you would even dare ask him to. One hand gently wraps around your throat, the other sliding down toward that spot you crave to be pleasured.

He slips his fingers inside you with ease, you were already soaked with your own arousal. He had no trouble working one inside, soon adding another. You can’t find the strength to move, instead only finding yourself able to let out lewd noises and pathetic moans, subconsciously grinding your hips back against his hand. Desperate for more.

Maybe he’ll let you cum, maybe he won’t. Perhaps he’ll make you beg for him to move his fingers, or fuck you senseless until the only thing you can do is whine like the pathetic toy you are. He’ll break you one way or another.

“You’re just a doll for me to play with, aren’t you sweetheart?”

You know you’ll nod your pretty head back at him, letting him toy with you for however long he wants.

Please please pleaseee I need this.

[soursvgar]

Hi there! Was reading through your posts and im absolutely enchanted by the way you write the brothers :)

If its okay to put in a request, Could you write for an artistic MC asking to draw the brothers? Or if all of them is too much, just luci, satan and mayybe solomon?

Artistic MC asking to draw them ♡

A/N: first of all thank you so much!! ;v; I ended up only writing the three you asked so I hope that's okay! I wasn't sure where you wanted me to take it so I tried a couple different directions, I really hope you'd enjoy it! ♡

Lucifer, Satan, Solomon x gender neutral reader ; slightly suggestive but mostly fluff

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

ෆ ━ Lucifer ━ ෆ

Lucifer would most likely refuse to admit that it makes him not only flattered, but also secretly excited when you ask to draw him. Being your muse has a unique ring to it, and he gets giddy simply thinking about you receiving inspiration from him. He prides himself in his elegance, and as modest as he may present himself, you recognizing his beauty and charm serves as a mighty compliment to him, as well as a stroke to his ego.

Chances of rejection were slim in the first place, as Lucifer's guilty pleasure had always been to make you happy, in any way possible, but not at all costs; even he may sometimes refuse you, mostly due to his busy schedule and prior commitments to Diavolo. Therefore, you choose a quiet evening when he had some seemingly rare spare time to suggest the two of you use it for a bonding activity. You hesitate when he asks what's on your mind, but your worries promptly fade when you drop the question, noticing his amused expression. You can immediately tell he likes the idea, and you could just as much conclude of all the different directions his brain is taking it to.

"Use me as your model? Is that what your heart desires?" Lucifer smirks, holding a glass of demonus snug within his fingers. Swirling it, he watches as the liquid inside create stain marks along the rim before his lips inch closer to take a sip. "Very well. In that case, I shall do so." He sets down the glass, now focusing on you as he sprinkles in his own suggestion. "Should I stay clothed for this, though?"

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

ෆ ━ Satan ━ ෆ

Satan himself is a work of art. His perfectly sculpted face and chiseled body pale in comparison to his compelling nature━ it was things like the way his lips moved in perfect sync when he read to you out of a book, and the depth his sentences carried when he made a promise to you, fingers ghosting over yours ever so slightly━ that captured your heart. In the eyes of an artist, the word breath-taking does not do justice to describe his appeal.

It's early morning when you uncharacteristically wake up before Satan does. The dark silhouettes breaching through the window adjacent to the bed in his room fall perfectly on his sleeping features, creating a contour to his already impeccable face. You catch yourself staring, it's not often you get to witness Satan deep in slumber, seeming remarkably relaxed. You barely manage to avert his blonde locks away from his face when his eyes flutter open; lost in his gaze, the words rather slip out of your mouth.

"You want to draw me?" Satan cocks an eyebrow before his expression softens, a grin lifts the corners of his lips. "I've read about it in a novel once, but I didn't realize you find me so enticing to satisfy your artistic ventures." He props himself on his elbow, closing the distance between the two of you as he hushes a reply. "I'll do that, only because I have the most beautiful masterpiece to appreciate while I pose."

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

ෆ ━ Solomon ━ ෆ

With Solomon, things just seem to flow like water, effortlessly. Perhaps it was your initial core that connected the both of you, being the two sole humans in the exchange program for a very long time. Or maybe it was the time spent as his apprentice that brought you closer, awarding you with some quality time and a chance to be more familiar with each other. You couldn't pinpoint the exact reason, but something about him just made you feel relaxed, cared for, and appreciated.

Chuckling, he was teasing different poses as you sat by the aisle, physically unable to contain your smile. When you asked to draw him, you hadn't a doubt that he will agree, but you couldn't fathom how enjoyable it would be for him. For the past hour, he eagerly suggested ideas - from the color palette, through different themes, and up to offering some magical tools to add life to the drawing, quite literally.

"You know, I can't really get any work done like this." Snickering, you sit him down in the location of your choice before sneaking a peck to the tip of his nose. "Let me do what I'm good at. You trust me, right?" Just before you turn on your heels and back to your aisle, you feel a tug on your arms.

"There is no one I trust more than you." And with that, Solomon pulls you to his level, capturing your lips in an amorous kiss.

[rodricksfilipinagf]

Academia AU Pt. 2 (Eris Vanserra x Reader)

CW: Baking, Smut

         Why, why did I agree to bake with Eris? I should have insisted I’d do it all by myself. Not that he would let me. He was as eager to prove his commitment and devotion to the English department as I was. Which meant agreeing to bake for its annual ball. 

         I don’t know how I was expecting Eris to live. Rich, definitely because of his wealthy father. The quintessential overstuffed bookshelves that an English professor would have. But when I get to his apartment, I’m proven right. Sure, there’s a crackling fireplace, tons of wooden bookshelves overstuffed with books (only classic literature, naturally.) There’s also cold, sterile vibes in the kitchen, with its enormous refrigerator and marble white island stocked with baking ingredients. What I wasn’t expecting were two smiling, friendly…

         “Greyhounds?” I ask.

         He sighs. “Y/N, meet Ben and Bea. They’re my pride and joy, and to my dismay, they seem to like you.” He hands me a bowl of dog treats. “Here, do you want to feed them?”

         “Sure,” I say, and put a dog treat on my hand for Ben to eat. He gobbles it from my hand easily, and Bea instantly whines, wanting her turn. She puts her paws on my thighs and starts licking my hand. “Okay, okay.” I reach into the bowl and take out a dog treat. Bea swallows it and gives me lots of tail wags. “I didn’t know you liked dogs,” I say as I kneel down and give Bea scritches behind the ears. Ben, not to be forgotten about, licks my face until I relent and pet him too. 

         “What pet would you have attributed to me?” he asks, looking as if he’s fighting off a smile. Is it possible he’s…happy at the sight of me bonding with his dogs. 

         “I don’t know. A snake, maybe?” After I say this, Ben barks numerous times as if to agree.

         This time, Eris can’t help but laugh. “Why?” A mischievous look enters his eye. “Might it be because you think I have a long-“

         “You talk this way in front of your dogs?” I shake my head. “Shame on you, Eris Vanserra. You’re not being a very good dog dad.”

         His face blanches, despite his jovial mood seconds earlier. “Shall we start baking?”

         “Um…okay,” I say, reluctant to stop playing with his dogs. 

         “Go in the living room. Go, go,” he says to the dogs, and they obediently go and settle onto their dog beds.

         “Their beds are in the living room?” I ask, washing my hands.

         “They have two each, one in the living room, and one in my bedroom. Through they don’t like use the bedroom ones. They’d rather take up too much space on my bed.”

         “Aww,” I say involuntarily. The thought of Eris being squished by his enormous dogs in bed sounded almost…cute. I dry my hands with a paper towel, determined to flush those thoughts out of my head. Eris Vanserra was not cute. He was a pain in my backside. Speaking of which…

         “I’m surprised you didn’t want to do brownies. From a box. The easy way, right?”

         My nostrils flare. “You just had to ruin it by being infuriating.”

         He raises an eyebrow. “Ruin what?”

I let out a sigh. “You being a decent human being.”

         I start kneading the dough. “You know my last class actually went well. My guest lecturer was superb.”

         Eris’s fist tightened around the rolling pin. “Oh, really?”

         “Yeah,” I say. “Rhysand really engaged the kids.”

         He snorts. “The fact that you call them kids says it all. They’re young adults. And should be treated like so. You’re not even presenting them with anything challenging.”

         “Oh, like you would know,” I fire back. 

         “So what makes Rhysand so special?” he skewers, using the rolling pin to flatten the dough. 

         “Well, like I said. He knows what the students want. First he did a reading of his latest romance novel, then he did a Q and A for whatever questions the students had, and then he led them in a writing workshop to see what they could do.”

         “I bet he did,” mutters Eris. 

         “The students loved him, which is more than I can say for you,” I say, laying out the chocolate chips. 

         “So I decided to do what you said and I picked up a romance book. His romance book.”

         I laugh. “Let me guess. You hated it.”

         “How could I not? It was dull and derivative.”

         “How dare you call it dull?” It was one of my favorite recent romance novels.

         “You mean have an opinion? Is this what you’re like in the classroom?” He continues, “It was riddled with cliches and went by them motion to motion, as if it were a paint by numbers. That should be something you’re familiar with.”

         “You are so annoying!” I explode.

         He snorts. “As if you’re not? Everything you say I want to shut you up.”

         “Well, too bad for you.” I flare my nostrils and glare at him. 

         He narrows his eyes. “You know what?” He takes a fistful of flour and releases it into my hair. 

         My face burns with rage. 

         He snickers. “This is a good look for you, bunny.”

         “Ughhh, you are such a child,” I stew.

         “Oh, really?” He raises an eyebrow. 

         My eyes go to the vanilla extract and his eyes follow mine. His hand is faster than mine and before I know it, he trickles vanilla extract down my cleavage.

         My blood is boiling by now. “Fuck you.”

         Eris smirks. “If you say so, bunny.”

         His lips crash into mine and I feel his fingers grip my ass and squeeze it as he lifts me onto the kitchen island. I pant heavily as he tears off my shirt and undoes my bra, tossing it away. I unbutton my pants and kick them off as he does the same to his pants and boxers.

         He fingers the edge of my panties. “If I were to remove these, would I find you wet for me?”

         “Fuck no,” I spit out.

         Eris clicks his tongue. “You know I punish liars, right, Y/N?”

         I grow wetter and wetter as he talks, and as he strokes outside my panties, I’m convinced he feels it. 

         “Mmm. Let’s see,” he says as he whips them off. He circles my very, very wet entrance with his finger. “Looks like someone’s been a bad girl. And you know what happens to bad girls.”

         He cleans up my sopping wet pussy with his tongue, teasing very close to my clit but not quite reaching it. 

         He tops me on the kitchen island and starts covering the underside of my breasts with slow licks. My nipples are hard by now, which is exactly what he wants.

         Eris examines my stiffening nipples with ravenous eyes. “Bunny, are these for me?” He gives me a wicked grin. “You shouldn’t have.” He takes a nipple into his mouth, giving it tantalizing licks before biting it hard. 

         I blush as I grow even wetter. 

         He smirks. “You like that, bunny?” He eases his dick inside me and starts thrusting into me. 

         I let out a moan. 

         “You looks so hot under me,” he tells me. “I like you a lot better this way.” He starts pounding into me harder and harder.

         He starts circling my clit with the tip of his dick, and I let out an excruciating moan. 

         “Want to finish, bunny?” he asks. “Admit you’re attracted to me.”

         I hesitate. 

         “I already licked your pussy. Your feelings for me are pretty obvious. I just want to hear you say it.” He smiles evilly at me. “Anytime now, bunny.”

         “Fine,” I breathe out. “I’m attracted to you, you asshole.”

         “That’s more like it,” he says before he plunges his dick into my clit. I let out an earthshattering scream as Eris loudly groans. 

         “Did you finish?” I ask. 

         A sinister look enters his eyes. “Not quite,” Eris replies as he takes his hand and closes it around his dick, spraying my face with what remained. 

He snickers. “Thanks for admitting you’re attracted to me.” What a dick.

                                                     ~

Eris lets me clean up in his bathroom, claiming haughtily that we’d better get some work done with our baking if we didn’t want to waste the evening. 

         As I cleaned up my face, I wondered if this was something Eris wanted to do for a while or only did during the spur of the moment. Either way, it was hot. I was sort of ashamed to admit it, given he’d treated me like absolute trash. But I hated to admit that he did also satisfy me sexually. 

         When I opened the bathroom door and saw him there, I couldn’t help but blush, thinking about how he made me feel. 

         “Are you done?” he asks tersely. 

         “Um, yeah,” I say, stepping outside. 

         “Good,” he replies, stepping into the bathroom. 

         I make my way back to the kitchen, wondering what was up with him. It was understandable that he wanted this to be a one-time thing but now he wasn’t acting like himself. 

         In fact- I swallow- he acted most like himself when we were fucking. What happened? I start sprinkling chocolate chips into the dough. Not that I want him to do it again- he was a repugnant asshole…but also the sexiest man I’ve ever been with. 

         I almost didn’t hear him come in. “So Y/N…” I hear him say, but then my phone rings. 

         “Hang on,” I tell him. I dig out my phone from my purse. “Hello?”

         “Hello, darling,” Rhysand’s voice purrs. “How is your gorgeous self?”

         “Oh.” I blush, and Eris’ eyes narrow. “Great, Rhysand, what’s up?”

         “I just wanted to know if…guest lecturers such as myself were welcome at the English Department Charity Ball this Friday night. I wanted to check before leaving town completely.”

         “Oh. Yeah, Rhysand, you can absolutely come.”

         Eris was positively glowering at this point. 

         “Fantastic. Would it be too forward of me to ask you to be my date?”

         “Your date?” I repeat. I glance at Eris, who just looked at me blankly. “It’s not really a date…event. Thank you for asking, though.”

         “Of course, darling. I’ll see you there.” 

         Eris deigned to say, “Rhysand” after I hung up the phone. “He asked you out?”

         “Yes,” I say. Just because he fucked just now didn’t mean that he owned me. “So?”

         He shrugs. “I don’t care.”

         I let out an incredulous breath. “What, were you going to ask me?”

         He rolls his eyes. “Why would I? Go with perfect Rhysand, who enthralled all your students.”

         “Wait,” I say. 

         “No, I wasn’t going to ask you,” he said, bunching up the cookie dough into little balls. “Why would I? I despise you.”

         “I- I despise you too,” I say. “Us fucking was a one-time thing.”

         He gives me a cruel smile. “Do you want it to be a one-time thing? I may hate you, but I don’t hate fucking you,” he assures me. 

         My heart lifts in spite of itself. “Fine.” I don’t want to seem too eager. 

         He nods. “Fine. Should we get back to baking?”

         “Yeah,” I say. So he wants to fuck me, but he doesn’t want to date me. That’s fine. That’s perfectly fine. Maybe I should give Rhysand a chance…

[suga4mycoffee]

Reading MXTX! Anyone want commentary?

So... I'm reading SVSSS for the first time. (It's got me feral, thanks for asking.) I'm making a shitload of notes, so I actually take it in and remember it, and also to keep on top of the plot, characters, etc. Because it's me, I'm also collecting quotes from it specifically to make notes on for future fic writing purposes. And, because it's me, those notes are either sarcastic, full of rage, or me going absolutely feral.

My question is... would anyone be interested if I posted my notes/commentary/observations/screaming here? Because although life has me in a writing slump, I have A Lot To Say about what I'm reading.

When I finish SVSSS, I'll be reading TGCF for the first time, and after that, I'll be reading MDZS for the second time, but as if it's the first time - because the first time I read it in a fugue state over the course of two days, which means I promptly forgot 98% of it - and I'll be taking extensive notes about both of those, too. Which I will also happily post, if anyone's interested.

TLDR; shall I post the notes I make? To make it super easy for me, please leave a vote!

[stickyspeckledlight]

informally answering/replying to @harmonysanreads questions in le reblog. ask and ye shall receive answers

'Tis a good question. First, I insert a load of unicorn farts---

My kneejerk answer is:

But that's also a fucking LIE RAHHHHHHHHH 🔫

but i suppose 'delightfully flavored chaos' is the best way to put it, as you can tell from the above. when it comes to writing stuff, I generally only really use a loose outline, with maybe a box or two that absolutely has to be checked. it's mostly because I sort of like letting my fingers...just kinda go where they want. Letting the story 'write itself', ifykyk. There's no real eloquent way for me to put this, but I think the easiest way to put my thought process while writing waxing moon is:

"ok how do i do the silly haha before traumatizing the shit outta my readers. and the reader. and aventurine."

wait...that's not quite right either (and also my thoughts obviously got a shitload darker than that). Actually, now that I think about it, I should've started with this. if there's a single quote I had to point to that singlehandedly influenced my writing, it's this:

"The longer and more carefully we look at a funny story, the sadder it becomes." - Nikolai Gogol

so...while i of course don't strictly adhere to this (since writing must fit its rhetorical situation), it's something I really love to do and try to do often. even if it's just a single sentence, a single word...to interject something of amusement is to give levity and a smile. but in the right circumstances, amusement becomes twisted, and even used against you. you read of a man's suffering, to which there is a single quip that has you smiling; and then, do you stop? do you stop to think: 'do I smile at this man's misery?' in other words, amusement, or 'funny things' in a story has a wide variety of uses. my favorite way to use it is to place it in a situation where it feels like it just shouldn't be there but is; and at the moment it feels like a relief, but of course, the narrative still continues. and that single moment of normalcy, of levity, it then highlights the absurdity, horror, etc. of the rest of the narrative.

but i also enjoy writing scenes where there's a strong sense of hopelessness and fatality looming over.

with my yan fics, I sort of wanna make my reader feel like both the spectator but also be in the story; I don't think this is a particular novel thing amongst us yan authors, but it's something I try to keep in mind and adhere to. I want them to feel unsettled, happy, amused, etc. But most importantly, with these stories, I want to leave them with a sort of confusion. to read a story so, so twisted, yet with a brutal softness to it...i just love it when fiction gives me complicated feelings about something, and it's something I hope to at least partially emulate lmao

idk. ig that wasn't really talking about my thought process in exact, but that's the closet thing I can come up with. metacognition hard.

(side note: i don't actually read gogol, but I am interested in at least reading the 'overcoat'. it seems to include the themes of mundanity that I just love *mwah* but I'm also too lazy to go ahead and download a pdf or something. Plus. i found a book called legends and lattes where an ogre starts a coffee shop in a fantasy realm. it looks great and I'm getting my hands on it as soon as I can)

physics isn't actually terrible, i just don't understand it. i have no clue how I got an A in physics. but I've also been really good at bullshitting reports while also not actually bullshitting them. and I can't really make fun of people who listen to physics stuff recreationally. i just finished a video about why 37 keeps appearing everywhere, from my refrigerator to my gacha games. and I'm currently chipping away at quinton review's nickelodeon retrospect. and then amateur politic theory and media analysis.

so in a way im making fun of both you and me, and you know what they say: two negatives make a positive.

before i go into symbolism: I would like to say a personal belief of mine:

although the answers i give may be the 'official symbolisms' and 'meanings', still feel free to read this fic with whatever lens of interpretation you want! if anything, it can be said that the 'official' meanings are also just another interpretation of the text. beauty is the in the eye of the beholder. anyway, moving onwards:

mmm, sorta? i originally intended to use the tower throughout, but those scenes got cut for pacing reasons, but I decided to keep the tower metaphor just as a sort of way to characterize reader.

specifically, the tower symbolizes 'stability.' reader wants to live a normal life, a modest but stable one. I've mostly based in on the 'Tower' arcana (but let's make it clear: my understanding of the arcana is a superficial understanding of a superficial understanding lmao)

ripping from the persona wiki because of my laziness:

but yeah, keep in mind that the reader isn't a one-and-one interpretation of the tower arcana. but I think you can definitely see the correlations lmao.

however the 'stability' of that tower is definitely dependent on their mental state which....well...

eh, i'm sure it'll work out....ehehehe......

this is probably something i should've clarified a bit more, but I decided against it at the time since I wrote this assuming the reader read destroyed onset; basically, I've carried over the 'ink' metaphor from it. it's actually pretty simple: ink is just 'fear,' but an especially potent one. thick and slimy, oozing its way down your back and just being nasty in general......a fear that may come to drown and burn you.

again, i probably should've been more clear, esp in this fic, but I when I was writing onset, I made it a bit more vague since I thought it was just. way too obvious and didn't want to feel like I was directly telling my readers and spoonfeeding them symbolize like they're toddlers. i was basically worried that I might've not been trusting y'all enough 😭 I wouldn't say that this series is like some. super duper cryptic puzzle you'll have to study for years to understand, but ofc I don't want to make it too easy, otherwise it's not as fun to pick and prod at the details and think about a fic if it's just too "obvious," at least to me.

Yeah, and i can see why. im not gonna go on a psychoanalysis tangent or anything, but since so many of us fantasize about a yandere for the idea of being wanted or....or just not having to work or pay for rent....it's definitely really easy to indulge in it in a romantic aspect.

i personally sort of love these sort of outcomes though, because the psyche of it all is so interesting! and deliciously messed up. similarly to the great @/jessamine-rose, I too love myself a twisted happy ending (as one can tell from how much I think about that gogol quote lmao)

predicted his twilight looking ass, and also fulfilling my life long dream of telling a stranger some weird twilight book

"da skinn of a keeler" (im sorry)

also i have not read twilight. but my friend also has a gun, so it's only a matter of time before I'm held to gunpoint by her

😏

i have abided by these wise words. i thought I included them, but I didn't. and also the second banner. anyways, moving forward, I defo won't be forgetting to do this. and I've also gone back to onset and added the word count there so as not to spook anyone too badly.

ty! 🥺🥺🥺🥺

(fr tho all of these asks, comments....unparalleled rizz I say)

[azulysiann]

If ur still taking reqs can u do Ike bf hcs

✧✧You ask and you shall receive ✧✧

Main pairing: Ike Eveland x Reader/You

Au: none

Genre: Fluff

Characters: Ike Eveland, Reader

Type: [HEADCANON], One shot, or Series

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IKE EVELAND BOYFRIEND HEADCANONS

Now for our sweet novelist from the past, His is a very sweet boyfriend! (That may or may not can rival shu Yamino)

Anyways, he is very sweet like candy like .

He is very caring and thoughtful especially for you. You are his very first priority above anything else. No questions.

Nicknames: Älskling, my love, Love, beloved. Ofc it includes some swedish nicknames even if you can't understand swedish. Älskling would be the most nickname he would call for you.

Cuddling with him is super comfy and soft. He would be the big spoon and would be so warm for you to cuddle. Hfjdjsjjs his so freaking sweet he would rub your back while you two continue to doze around.

Moving on, spending time together: You two would be mostly in a Library reading books while enjoying each others company (that's so fucking cute) if not in the library then a cafe to eat and talk about random things. (Honestly anything is fine for him as long as you both get to spend time together)

Jealously: Not really jealous he trusts you so there is zero room for jealousy (or so he says) but if I would rate it 2/10. As I said not really jealous but ofc he can get bothered and annoyed if the person can clearly see him but continues to flirt with you (what an ass) he would greet you with a hug everytime you guys see each not only to show his affection but to also show you are already taken (sucks to suck) if they won't get the hint then he would give you a kiss on the lips but as while your eyes are closed you couldn't see the way he was glaring at the (poor) person.

If YOUR the one who is jealous: ofc jealousy is quite common in almost everyone, He ofc knows this. He is very observing with you, so expect that he would already know that your getting jealous. He would reassure you and would lets you complain to him. If your the type to not open up then he would wait until YOU are comfortable to talk about. (So sweet and caring mapapasanaol ka nalng)

Now cooking: I'd say his a great cook, he would cook for both you and him if you can't cook. If you can then expect some sweet and fun cooking sessions. HE WOULD MAKE BREAKFAST FOR YOU IN BED, okay he would I'm taking this Headcanon with me in my own grave if I can.

Anyways, his HAIR, his hair would be very soft and (you smell) smell very nice. He will late you play with it maybe even style it but he would just sigh and look ok at you with a 'are you serious?' but he means no harm.

Streaming: if your a streamer too them expect some Collab here and there. The Quilldren would swoon at they way you both Interact with each other. If you don't though then he would let you sit next to him (or his lap) so you two can still spends some quality time together, and if you things to do, sit next to him while he streams don't be shy. He would help you with things you can't do.

Now dates: yes. As I said library dates would be very common for both of you. But also aquarium dates are also there, looking at different fishes while holding hands and overall being sweet. (Hdjdshhs I want this kind of relationship)

If you having a bad day: he would notice very quickly even if you try to hide it, his very attentive to you especially the way you feel. He lead you on the couch to sit down and rub your back while waiting for you to open up, if you do then he would LISTEN to every word you say as you continue to rant about it. He would then cook you your favorite food (because food is everything) Now if you don't the he would hug you and whisper sweet nothings in your ears to try to relax you and take you mind out of those things.

Love language: Word of affiliation and Act of service.

He would write poems/novels about you because you are his muse and he probably may or may not have a lot of poems about you. HE WOULD FREAKING FLIRT WITH YOU IN SWEDISH, why? Because he like the way you looked confused.

If you have any hobbies that you are very passionate about, he would support you 1000% he would maybe try them out if he can.

If your sick: HE WILL MAKE YOU BREAKFAST IN BED FOR YOU OKAY?! He just would. And he wouldn't let you lift a single finger, he will take care of you until you get better. If you have somewhat trouble sleeping then he would read (either a novel, story or a poem) out loud for you with his super soothing and calm voice. (You mostly likely fell asleep before it could end.)

IKE EVELAND is a need not a want for a lover. End of presentation. Thank you.

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A/n: another one done wow. Hope y'all enjoyed this. Sorry if it's short 😔.

[darklyndivinely]

I'm okay, really!

Fandom(s) - Obey Me!

Pairing(s) - Mammon x gn!Diavolo's sibling!reader

Summary - When Mammon misses your date, you go to HOL to find him.

Warnings - Fluff, romance, a bit of angst. Reader calls Mammon 'baby.' I thirst for him a bit in this.

Wordcount - 1k+

A/N - This one's rather simple to be honest and is mostly fuelled by my anger about everyone's attitude towards Mammon's punishments. In other words, this is a 'protect Mammon at all costs' fic. Also, reader is related to Diavolo, though it's never exclusively mentioned, it's just implied. If you've got any ideas on what I should write next send in an ask. Also guys, Reblog! please! Tell me what you think.

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“Hey, Asmo!” you say when the door to the House of Lamentation spills open.

Asmo greets you back, stepping onto the porch to press a kiss to your cheek. You giggle, eyes drawing to his freshly painted nails. 

“Looking good,” you comment, stepping into the brightly lit entrance hall. 

“Always.” Asmo flicks his hair, shutting the doors with a wave of his hand. You smile, heading deeper into the common room where most of the brothers are lounging.

Beel is the first one to notice you and waves a hand full of cupcakes at you. You wave back at him, chuckling.

“Have you guys seen Mammon?” you ask, settling on one of the sofa’s arms. “He and I were supposed to go on a date tonight but he never showed up.”

“Mammon’s not at home,” Asmo replies quickly from behind you. “Do you wanna click a picture? It’s been so long, all of my fans would go crazy seeing us together in a single frame.”

Before you can answer, Asmo has already made his way to your side. Having no choice left in the matter, you stand and let Asmo loop his arm through yours and smile into the camera. You shake your head when he tries to convince you to strike a different pose.

“If Mammon isn’t here, then where is he? I thought he got caught up in some work, and that’s why he got late.”

“When he comes back, we’ll tell him you dropped by,” Satan says from his place by the fireplace, eyes unwavering from the novel clasped in his hand. 

You sigh; you had been really looking forward to the date. And you thought Mammon had been excited for it too, especially based on his reaction when you had told him that you had booked the whole restaurant for the outing. 

“Are you sure none of you know where he is?” you try for the last time, watching Asmo fiddle with his phone while returning to his seat beside Satan.

Your question is answered by a familiar voice as Lucifer strides into the common room, waistcoat flying behind him.

“Mammon is busy tonight. I sent him to do an errand for me. I’m sorry he missed your date.” 

“What errand? He didn’t tell me of any work you had assigned him.” 

“It was rather sudden,” Lucifer answers.

You hum, scanning his figure, eyes latching onto the stack of files in his hands.

“How’d your meeting with Dia go?” 

“It went well. The rule has been finalized. We shall be announcing it with a school assembly coming Monday.”

You nod, looking around at everyone. “I suppose there’s no use waiting for him then. Guess I’ll just drop off the gift in his room.” 

You turn, starting to walk towards the staircase that leads to the first floor. Heavy steps echo yours quickly, Lucifer stepping forward and blocking your way.

“You can give it to me, I shall hand it to him when he is back. It’s getting quite late after all.”

You shake your head, side-stepping him easily. “I don’t think so.” 

“I said I’ll give it to him.” He grabs onto you, firm fingers halting your movement.

You stare at his hand wrapped around your forearm, and then up into his eyes.

Lucifer returns your gaze with equal intensity as if challenging you to go against what he had said.

“Did something happen?” you mock, disappointment seeping into your voice.

“He stole one of the antique items of the house, and was going to sell it.”

“And you strung him up for that.”

Lucifer doesn’t reply, nose flaring. 

You shake your head, jerking your arm free, and move for the stairs again, steps loud with anger.

Mammon is hanging upside down in the hallway, with ropes twisting around his legs and torso in a deadly spiral. His eyes are closed, chest lifting lightly with shallow breaths.

You halt before him, feeling sadness envelop your heart at the sight of him. How many times had you found him like this now? Hung from the ceiling of his own home like a slaughtered chicken, fighting bare-handedly with the suffocating discomfort and yet trying his best to appear indifferent to the agony? It was difficult to recall.

“Mammon,” you whisper, “hey.” 

His marine eyes flicker open tiredly, surprise seeping into them when he catches sight of you.

“Hi,” he answers, voice hoarse with exhaustion.

“I’m gonna get you down, ok?” 

Mammon nods, eyes never straying from you.

You inch closer to him and reach out to his bindings. Warm energy transfers into them, making them unfurl delicately, not dissimilar to the blossoming of a flower.

You do not rush the process, watching the ropes slacken and twist to your command leisurely, though all you want is to feel his arms around you right this instant.

Mammon wobbles when the ropes set him on his legs. You stabilize him swiftly, gently maneuvering his body to support his weight better.

He buries his face in the crook of your neck, breath coming a bit easier to his lungs. 

“I’m sorry I missed our date,” he mumbles.

A mirthless laugh pushes at your chest. “It’s alright, baby, we can always reschedule it.”

He hums, pulling away from you. He looks so much better. The color of his face has returned to normal, eyes no longer bloodshot. “Can we still go?” 

“I’m not so sure, Mammon. Are you feeling okay?”

He pauses, eyes flitting upwards and fixing behind you. “Yes. Would you like to?” 

You smile at him, sliding your hand against his jaw and gently coaxing his lips against yours. “Sure. Let’s go.”

You loop your arm through his and lead him downstairs, ignoring Lucifer’s piercing glare. You’ll deal with him later.

You take a stop by the kitchen on your way out and grab two cans of chilled soda from the fridge and hand one to Mammon. He knocks it back quickly, so you hand him the remaining half of yours too.

Ignoring the eyes of the rest of the brothers watching the scene unfold, you move swiftly past each of them. 

“Would you like to drive, baby?” you ask as the two of you reach your car. You knew Mammon loved it whenever you let him behind the wheel.

He ponders for a second, running his fingers along the body. “Not today.”

You nod, though you doubt he catches it, still lost in admiring the shiny coat on the bumper.

“Get in, then.”

You start the engine, the rumble of it familiar and comforting to your bones. 

Mammon is silent throughout the whole ride; you don’t prompt him even when you feel his eyes on you for extended periods. He only speaks up when you take the turn opposite the restaurant you had booked earlier that evening.

“We were supposed to go left, ya know?”

He didn’t seem too annoyed, so you decide to keep your little plan a secret for a bit longer.

“I know.”

He smiles, throwing his head back, the wind sliding against his warm skin pleasantly. You gaze at him, mesmerized by the sharp contrast of his ivory hair against the dark Devildom sky. 

“What? Why ya smilin’ like that?” Mammon questions, his own lips lifted in a grin.

“I love you,” you say and take in the subsequent reddening of his cheeks. It’s hard to believe someone could be such a balanced mixture of adorable and sexy. 

He tries to hide the widening of his grin behind his hand but you don’t mind. You’re more than used to his tsundere tendencies by now.

“I love you too.” 

Contrary to him, you don’t try to smother your happiness and flash him a toothy smile.

You reach your destination within a couple of minutes and shut the door behind you.

“What are we doing at Majolish?” Mammon questions while looking up at the bright pink store.

“Shopping, obviously.” 

You walk in, inhaling the cold air, and feel Mammon’s arm brush against yours as he comes to stand beside you. 

“Whatever you want, it’s on me.” Fishing out your debit card, you hold it up to his eye. “So how about that leather jacket you wanted, hmm?”

Mammon’s grin is slow to form and sharp to emerge. At least he is happy, you think. So while he takes off with your card and dives right into the leather section of Majolish, you pull out your phone and dial in.

“Barbatos, hey! Were you busy? I was wondering if you’d help me with something.”

[xomakara]

The Highlights of Romance

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Chapter 002 - Dinner Talk

“How’s your novel coming along, Moonmoon?” Yuta asked, calling you by your nickname. 

The group sat at a large table in one of the restaurants that Taeil recommended near their apartment. They finished moving all the boxes to your apartment and as promised, you all went out to dinner.

“I got nothing. I’m trying to research but I’m not sure what my next novel should be.” You frowned, stabbing into a piece of meat you had cut.

“You write novels?” Mark asked, looking at you. “What kind of stories do you write?”

“Erotic novels.” Taeil muttered as he chewed on his rice. He never understood why you wrote erotic novels and when he asked one day, you answered that sex sells.

Choking on his food, Renjun looked at you. “E-erotic novels?”

“So like soft porn for women?” Yangyang asked, eyebrows furrowed.

“It’s nothing like porn.” You scoffed, giving the man a dirty look. “I’m not that crazy to be writing porn.”

“But isn’t it technically? I mean you’re writing about men and women having sexual affairs.” Johnny asked nonchalantly.

Jaehyun laughed, almost choking on his water. He gave you a grin. “I mean he’s kind of right. I’ve read a few of your short novels and you seem like a pro at it.”

“Oh. So you’re a pro?” Johnny looked deep in thought next to you. He swung an arm around your chair and leaned close. “Shall we test it out?”

Choking on your food with wide eyes, you leaned further away from the handsome man. “I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

As if. 

You would love to get your hands on him.

You won’t admit it to anyone though.

“I’m kidding!” Johnny let out a chuckle upon seeing your reaction and wiggled his eyebrows. “Or am I?”

“Johnny, are you trying to flirt with my sister?” Taeil asked, a glimmer of hope in his eye. “Please take her. I’ll give her to you if it means my wife stops bugging me to set her up with someone.”

“Oppa!” You called out, the rest of the guys laughing. “What the hell? I’m going to tell Jinkyung what you said.”

“I'd rather have one of my employees or Renjun or Yangyang have you than see you with someone I disapprove of.” Taeil scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Have you met some of the guys that Jinkyung wants you to meet? A bunch of pervs.”

“Oppa, I’m sure your wife wouldn’t set me up with someone like that.” You chuckled. “She loves me and so far, not all the guys I've met were pervs.”

Both Yuta and Jaehyun let out a small smile that Taeil didn’t catch. He wouldn’t be too happy with that. You weren't going to tell Taeil that his wife set you up on dates with them

And slept with them.

It just sort of happened. On multiple occasions.

God, what kind of woman were you?

As you watched the others enjoy their food and caught up on a lot of things, you couldn’t help but think of your relationships with Yuta and Jaehyun.

You were a novelist. 

Your specialty was erotic romance novels. 

Of course your research was mostly sex related since you would have sex with Yuta or Jaehyun when you were in a deep rut or when you needed some motivation. But you weren't going to go around and tell people that you had sex with your “research” just for your sex scenes.

And now that Johnny brought up the subject of wanting to test it out, you were ready to get your hands on him. The question is how would you get him alone? Your libido was starting to act up again and at this moment, he was the only man nearest to you that you wanted his help.

You shook your head and glanced at the man next to you. Johnny was clearly an attractive man. He was tall and you sure he had the body of a god. Renjun and Yangyang were also attractive, granted they were college kids. There was something about younger men that affected your body. You didn’t know what it was.

And then there was that cute man, Mark.

Every since you found out that he was one of your brother’s employees and that he was also an aspiring writer, you were instantly attracted to him. That attraction increased ten-fold when he showed up to your apartment after taking off his jacket, his toned biceps catching your attention.

You wanted to touch his biceps.

There was something about a toned body that was always sensual to you. You imagined caressing a big chest, hands clutching at sweaty backs-

“Moonmoon, you okay?” Yuta called out.

You snapped back to reality and nodded your head. “Oh, sorry. I was just deep in thought.”

Jaehyun, who was sitting on your other side, leaned in to whisper. “What perverted thoughts are you thinking about?”

You elbowed him. “None of your business, sir.”

Yuta let out a chuckle. “I know that face anywhere. Who’s your newest research subject? One of the guys here?”

You coughed in response, giving him the stink eye.

“Research?” Renjun asked, his chopsticks in midair. “What kind of research?”

“Yeah, little sister.” Taeil looked at you. “What kind of research?”

“Nothing you guys need to know.” You coughed and looked away. You pulled out your wallet and placed a few bills on the table before getting up from your seat. “You guys can continue without me. I’m gonna head back home now. I still have a lot to unpack!”

“Oh! I just remembered that I need to work on something.” Mark jumped from his seat, grabbing his cardigan. Damn that cardigan. He turned to you. “I’ll walk you home, if that’s okay with you?”

“I’d like that.” You nodded, grabbing your purse.

Saying your goodbyes and promising Yangyang that he could come and help you unpack tomorrow, you and Mark left the restaurant. It was dark out already and the weather was getting a bit chilly. Noticing how you were wearing just a t-shirt, Mark placed his cardigan over your shoulders. You looked up at him and he let out a smile, signaling it was fine.

“So… is Director Moon, I mean Taeil, right?” Mark asked as you both walked towards the apartment building. “Do you write erotic novels?”

You ran your fingers through your hair. “Yeah. I’m actually one of the best selling authors at this moment in the romance genre.”

Mark nodded and hooked his fingers in his pockets. “I’d like to read some of your works, if that’s okay. Do you go by your real name or a pen name?”

“My pen name is Moonmoon. And that’s the nickname I go by, if you wanted to call me that.” You smiled, surprised that he wanted to actually read your stuff. “I actually have the manuscripts for the novels in one of the boxes back home. Not a lot of men want to read romantic, girly stuff. So I’m a bit surprised that you’d want to read them.”

“Hey, I wouldn’t mind it at all.” Mark chuckled and sent a wink. “This gives me a chance to broaden my horizon. Plus, I’d like to be close to a famous author.”

Close huh? You’d take that.

It wasn’t Johnny like you wanted but you managed to be alone with the specimen with the glorious biceps. You could look past the fact that Mark had the face of a thirteen year old. He really didn’t look his age but he was still a man. 

And when men and women are together…

You shook your head. You just met him and you're already thinking of doing things to him. You twiddled your thumbs, trying to control your hands from not touching those biceps next to you.

Fuck, you knew younger men were trouble.

As you neared the front door of the apartment building, you slowed down in your tracks. Mark turned to you, concern on his face. “You okay?”

You let out a small smile and nodded. “Just tired.”

He gave a slight nod and opened the door to the building, gesturing for you to walk in first. Making your way up the stairs to the second floor, Mark couldn’t help but glance at you. He couldn’t believe that Taeil had such a pretty younger sister. Upon first meeting you, he instantly thought that you’d be everyone’s type. You were pretty cute and seemed fun to talk to. He thought you were innocent but when Taeil mentioned that you wrote erotic novels, he was intrigued.

He’s never met a novelist that wrote erotic fiction. How exactly do you write your scenes, particularly the ones involving sex? Do you…no you couldn’t. Could you?

You both were in front of his door when he turned to you. “Hey, Moonmoon?”

“Yes?” You stopped when he called you by your nickname and noticed the man stopping in front of his door.

“Do you want to meet Bunny?”

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[crazybutgood]

20 fic writer questions~

I'm procrastinating and feverish and in pain, so I figured I'd distract myself and finally do this,, thanks for the tag lovelies @the-francakes (x) @lumosatnight (x) and @orange-peony (x)

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

44 including origami, fics, a mixture of those (all mine and also collabs), and podfics

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

Noo this would be a bitch to calculate

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I used to write for the HP fandom

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

You Light Me Up

I Just Want You to Know (collab with @sugareey-makes-stuff)

Language of Love

[FIC & ART] Heart on Your Sleeve

Kuch Meetha Ho Jaaye

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try!! But I often fail. Reasons: Partially sometimes I get overwhelmed and/or am too shy and dk what to say, but mostly it's because I am so so incredibly burned out

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Damn,, idt I have one. I do HEAs! At least in fics, and so far

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

All are happy I think,, and omg how does one quantify and compare happiness?

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not yet

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Nope! Like reading it, actually incapable of writing it

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I haven't! Idk if I will! There is one published novel one that I want to read tho omg ;-; ok sorry going off track

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I sure hope not :') But to my knowledge no

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yeah with Krissy! Linked in question 4. We didn't even know it was each other haha cos it was an anonymous epistolary exchange but ye it was fun

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

Don't ask me that!! There's lots of ships to love, and idh the same ride or die (or any, tbh) feeling for my previously main one anymore. Goes to show that it just changes with time (maybe this current answer will too!)

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

SIKE I don't start things I know I won't finish (involves an elaborate planning procedure, ask @getawayfox ) and once I start them I push through it even if I have to drag myself crying (I'm insane I know)

16. What are your writing strengths?

I love writing dialogue, and some people have told me it's nice, so I shall go with that!

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Ohh loads I reckon,, I'm going to stick to sharing run on sentences and can't write long plots. Cos I have to do lots of academic writing and copywriting, and that's going pretty steady, so idw to break that and spiral by thinking too much about this :') esp cos idh much time and energy to write fiction rn

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Yes if done right! Like you do things to make sure you don't throw off those who don't know that language and like make it part of the flow. And/Or footnotes! I've done dialogue in Hindi in my fics, and I've written an entire one in a script play format in Hindi too for @curlyy-hair-dont-care

19. First fandom you wrote for?

HP

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Listen :') I have mixed feelings about my writing, so I genuinely can't answer this

Tagging @andithiel @curlyy-hair-dont-care if you wanna do this, and anyone else who hasn't and wants to as well!!

[crowleycringe]

can u share more of ur tv screen madcom oc…i love them

You have absolutely no idea how happy you made me just by this question

To start she’s one of the many characters whom I based on my friends (cringe I know) and also by some anime characters who reminded me of her (mihari from Onimai) and also by the vampires in Madness Combat hence the LED mask on her face.

If you couldn’t tell from the (very little) art I made of her she clearly has a close relationship with Gonne (not the creepy kind) she also does have another correlation with two other characters which are Jorge and Church but I don’t wanna get too into their story because I wouldn’t want to spoil some revealing portions of my visual novel and writing which I promise will be expanded upon in the future >_<

Initially, she was going to be a vampire like shown ingame in Project Nexus but I figured it wouldn’t make much sense for the story so the Olivette you see now is the current version I shall permanently stick with (hopefully)

But thank you for asking and i hope you have a nice day/night/evening/afternoon ^^

[kittyundercover1]

👋HELLO!!👋

I’m KittyUndercover, but you can call me Kitty or Kit for short.

To sum up my entire existence in three words: I’m a nerd.

I love cartoons, anime, graphic novels, comics, manga, drawing, writing, collecting trading cards (Pokémon, My Little Pony, My Hero Academia, etc) collecting Funko POP figures, you name it!

I’m interested in quite a lot of shows and fandoms which include:

Animaniacs

Blue’s Clues (& You!)

Bluey

Craig of the Creek

Elliott From Earth

Imagination Movers

The Amazing World of Gumball

The Wiggles

Wild Kratts

+ more!

I write OC-related stories as well as x readers from time to time (I don’t do requests for x readers):

The Girl From Virginia (Craig of the Creek)

Wattpad

AO3

Springs and Sunsets (Animaniacs) (Oneshot)

Wattpad

AO3

Broken Base (Elliott From Earth) (Oneshot)

Wattpad

AO3

The O Twins (Odd Squad)

Wattpad

AO3

Four Leaf Clover (Wild Kratts)

Wattpad

AO3

Lavenders and Lilacs (Lachy x Reader) (The Wiggles)

Wattpad

AO3

Concert (Bluey x The Wiggles Crossover)

Wattpad

AO3

My Art/OC Book

Wattpad

Shall we Dance? (Imagination Movers x Reader) (Oneshot)

Wattpad

AO3

The Lone Inventor (PAW Patrol)

Wattpad

AO3

If you have any questions about my OCs, feel free to ask anytime!

List of my OCs and Personas:

Tammy Fitzgerald (The Amazing World of Gumball

Cammie (The Amazing World of Gumball)

Kaitlyn (The Amazing World of Gumball)

Kix (Animaniacs)

Tinx (Animaniacs)

Pix (Animaniacs)

Jaxson (Animaniacs)

Haven Sharp (Craig of the Creek)

Holden Sharp (Craig of the Creek)

Heaven Sharp (Craig of the Creek)

Gabriel Sharp (Craig of the Creek)

Nebula (Elliott From Earth)

Nevaeh (Human Nebula) (Elliott From Earth)

Era (Elliott From Earth)

Everett (Elliott From Earth)

Clover Hallows (Wild Kratts)

Iris Hallows (Wild Kratts)

Aster Hallows (Wild Kratts)

Oakland (Odd Squad)

Orlando (Odd Squad)

Double Spark Cookie (Cookie Run) (I never used her, but still wanted to include her)

Mya (PAW Patrol)

Marie (Bubble Guppies)

Pomegranate (Ben & Holly’s Little Kingdom)

Kit Wiggle (The Wiggles)

Mover Kit (Imagination Movers)

Kallie & Lightbulb (Blue’s Clues (& You!))

Connie (Little Einsteins)

More places to find me online:

AO3 - KittyUndercover1

Instagram - kitty.undercover

Spotify - KittyUndercover

TikTok - kittyundercoverr

Wattpad - KittyUndercover1

YouTube - KittyUndercover

Master-link for all my social media accounts to make it simpler if you want.

Thanks for reading!

[niennawept]

Fifteen Questions for Fifteen Mutuals

Okay - I think a ton of people have tagged me in this one - so I shall finally answer. I do apologize for the delay, but in my defense, the end of the summer has been hectic! Thank you all for the tags: @sonneteer-fool, @theghostinthemargins, @theworldisquietheretooquiet, @slightnettles, @elfscribe, @runawaymun, @metatomatoes, @thesolarangel.

Are you named after anyone? Yes, I'm named after a movie character. My parents liked neither the actress, nor the character she played, but they did want to be like her parents in the movie so ... I'm not fond of this name, tbh.

Do you have kids? No.

Do you use sarcasm a lot? Only when it's completely obvious that I'm joking. Around the house, my partner will ask me to do something and I'm like "Absolutely not" as I have already started the task.

When was the last time you cried? Uh... a couple days ago. Battling perfectionism and trying to change the ways I think about my worth as a person turns out to be difficult, actually.

What’s the first thing you notice about other people? Honestly? Probably clothes. I like fashion. I'm not fashionable or even stylish, but I think clothes are neat.

Eye colour? I have central heterochromia. My eyes have a brown center circle and a green outer circle, but are overall pretty dark. You have to be somewhat physically close to me to notice the color.

What sports do you/have played? Have I played ever? Uh, basketball, tee-ball, soccer, and ran track (was very good at the running long jump). But I stopped playing sports during high school. I wasn't good enough at anything to make the team, except for the aforementioned track event.

Any special talent? Uh? I guess I learn quickly? That counts as a special talent right?

Where were you born? USA

Scary movies or happy endings? I love scary movies and although happy endings are fine, I tend to prefer bittersweet ones. Those endings make me think for longer.

Do you have any pets? Two shelter dogs: Barkimedes and Rear Admiral Grace Pawper (she's named after Grace Hopper, the computer scientist)

How tall are you? 5' 7", which Google says is 170cm

What are your hobbies? Writing fanfic, reading (novels or fanfic, but mostly novels atm), crocheting, sewing (cosplay or general use clothes), embroidery/cross stitching, baking (though this one has kinda taken a backseat for a while), drawing/trying to learn digital art.

Favorite subject in school? Latin. Took four years of it, and have had an enduring love for learning languages ever since (though I'm not fluent in any but English, lmao)

Dream job? Honestly, I'm not sure I have one? Anything that becomes "work" is ultimately bound to suffer in the joy department. So, I guess, I dream of a job that only makes me work 20 hours a week, pays me what my 45 hour a week job pays now, and leaves me with enough energy to pursue doing things I love and spending time with family.

I'm not going to tag anybody directly - since this one went around some time ago. But if you see it and it looks like fun to you, consider this your tag!