#dahlia writes stuff

[frostwing213]

Do you ever come up with a character for one story, then you get really into the background and past of this character, giving them some really interesting lore and trauma, then you're staring at your notes and you have to tell yourself

"Do not write a short story on this character's past. Don't do it. You're never gonna finish it. Don't start it. Don't-"

And you've already created a new doc for it.

[lanternlightss]

dahlia… sniffles. dahlia …………..

[spaciebabie]

unamed: you are the light of my life. my reason for being. you guide me through my dark nights and make it so that i live to see the day again. you are the sun and everything that is warm and good.

dahlia: *starstruck* you love me?

unamed: uhhhhhh

[sastielsfandom]

First off, question: What do you think would be Sam and Castiel's favorite song to listen to together???? Second, I bring another prompt Sam and Castiel just sitting together listening to music in a dinner with milkshakes (they're probably on a case so theres a very annoyed looking dean sitting across from them)

First part, I don't think they necessarily have a favorite song, but I do think they'd bond over music. I think Sam would show Castiel songs he grew up listening to, songs he discovered in college, his favorite albums, and in return, songs Castiel has heard overtime and enjoyed, they'd share them and listen to them with Sam. Which I believe would be songs that were on the radio or songs on TV, I'm sure Castiel excitedly showed Sam a jingle and Sam smiled at their excitement.

The music for Sam, I'll direct you here.

Maybe there's a song they discovered together that made them feel alive and well. I don't know what that would be.

Very long way of not answering this question lol, but I just don't see one specific song that they listen to together. I think they listen to a lot of people and use that as a way to bond. And maybe it started off as a stepping stone to understand each other better. To see each other's worlds a little bit clearer.

As for your prompt:

(It was a lot of fun to write and think about, thank you so much for the prompt!!)

[characteroulette]

OKAY FINE LET'S GO OVER THIS IN MORE DETAIL

here's why backfill works in the original trilogy while it doesn't for the Apollo trilogy.

So, our cases are: Dahlia Hawthorne (Phoenix had a girlfriend???) and Clay Terran (Apollo had a bestie???)

For Dahlia, it's written into the narrative so it's a bit of a bad comparison, but it's the best I got. Of course Phoenix never wants to talk about it or acknowledge it. He was so betrayed by someone he loved that it's too much hurt to bring up in casual conversation. (You'll notice how in the beginning of 3-5, even after the player has been given pretty much all the pieces, Phoenix continues to refuse to talk about it. Maya starts needling him about his weirdness around Iris and still, and still, and still, Phoenix refused to say a word.) (And this is sticking to his previous characterisation!! In the first game, he doesn't talk about his connection to Edgeworth until the final case, 1-4. In JFA, he refused to talk about what happened with Edgeworth until 2-3, at the last possible second. And even then he doesn't really explain why he reacted so badly until 2-4. It feels natural because we've had examples of Phoenix doing this shit before, so it makes sense that he has a life outside of the narrative that he just doesn't want to share with us.)

Not only is Dahlia integrated through the narrative as naturally as she can be, she's also integrated well into the characterisation of those she's attached to. Phoenix's bad reaction to Edgeworth's thing in JFA starts making *more* sense when taking his time with Dahlia into consideration. Edgeworth's cold and controlling approach to court is a product of Von Karma, but Dahlia's hand in his first ever case helps add to that "no more surprises" mentality he's got when we first meet him. (And even his turnaround in 1-3!) The only one who kinda suffers characterisation wise from Dahlia being a thing is Mia, in my opinion, but only because of what the narrative had to do. She's so traumatised by this case that she stayed out of the courts for a whole year?? Not the impression she gave off in the first or second games. (But it can be excused through the passage of time. Dahlia's impact was about four years removed from 1-1 and all.)

Dahlia being such a huge thing in Phoenix's backstory doesn't feel tacked on or added for the sake of drama, despite being exactly that, because of how it was integrated.

Now, contrast, Clay Terran.

For starters, who even IS Clay Terran? He's Apollo's bestie (reportedly) and is an astronaut, loves space, and is willing to drug his idol/coworker in order to play along in a farce to prevent a spy from hijacking the station. Okay, sounds great! *We never meet him on screen in the one case he's important for.*

(Quick note, I tend to treat 5-4 and 5-5 as the same case in my brain because 5-5 is just an extension of 5-4. And 5-4 is already interrupted timeline-wise by 5-1 so. You can forgive me for this.) (DD is a real doozy of a timeline wtf were they thinking)

Anyway all this to say, Clay Terran is not important. He's a victim, so the most we get about him is just backfill. Posthumous characterisation, which works when your character isn't so important that you're basing one of your three main leads on it for their heel turn. (Another momentary gripe, I feel like they really leaned into this because it was their only idea for Apollo. "Make everyone wonder wow, Apollo's so different now! What happened to make him like that?" Is a fine idea in isolation, but in practice it really just makes Apollo feel like a completely different character from the one we spent all our time with in AJ.)

Okay so second important question: Who is Apollo Justice? He's an eager no longer so naive kid who's a little loud, a little cranky, and willing to put his trust into his clients and those he comes to know over the course of his journey. Fantastic. This applies only to AJ; in DD, he is willing to mention a friend he's got *constantly* and also wayyy too quick to attach himself to his new coworker, Athena. (It's an issue of story as to why this happened, once again. Apollo had to be on great terms with Athena for the drop to hit as hard as it does in 5-5. He had to mention this otherwise unknown friend for everything in 5-4 to even function.)

But anyway. The reason Clay Terran doesn't work where Dahlia Hawthorne did is simply because. Apollo's whole characterisation had to be tweaked for Clay to even exist whereas Phoenix's whole characterisation was fitted into Dahlia's existence.

Phoenix keeping secrets about his past? Believable. He's done it before. It's congruent. Apollo blabbing about an element that otherwise didn't exist before? Excuse me, uh, you have a friend??? Incongruent I hate it.

(They really had to jam Apollo mentioning Clay into both 5-2 and 5-3, didn't they? Apollo talking about this otherwise unmentioned friend threw me for the biggest loop, mainly because the Apollo I got to know in AJ and form ideas about never had any friends before being forcibly adopted into the Wright family. It seemed out of the question before DD was a thing; he was too grumpy, too lonely, too lacking in extraneous past life details for me to even consider his having a friend, let alone a bestie whom he would throw away everything for.)

You can absolutely explain all of this away but it won't convince me. They jammed Clay Terran into the narrative as sloppily as they did Dhurke and Khura'in and I will die mad about it.

[katwritesshit]

👑 What is their attitude towards change?

🏁 What does “success” mean to them?

🛖 What do they think the problem is in their life?

gonna switch things up and do this for Dahlia!

👑 :: Dahlia is a very adaptable person, she can easily accept change even if she doesn't necessarily agree with what's happening.

🏁 :: Sucess, to her, means reaching a point where she can feel satisfied with herself and what she's done. She doesn't have any concrete goals and instead wants to be content with that.

I don't have that emoji lol :: Her mom. She sucks.

[serenanymph]

find the word tag

tagged by @space-writes over here with the words drown, devour, dawn, and dread. gonna be pulling from beast as usual, and I'll be tagging @lyssa-ink, @reneesbooks, @macabremoons, @sidhewrites and @loopyhoopywrites with the words limited, shelter, gravity and bargain! no pressure as usual, and whoever wants to join just feel free to hop in!

drown

Dark slime comes surging up the blade of [Beatriz's] rapier in a rapid wave, lunging towards her hand still wrapped around the hilt, tendrils lashing out towards her. She staggers on the spot, ears ringing, head spinning – and it is so much, the noise and the feel of it, vicious and visceral and enough to drown her, enough for her to choke on –

devour

The slime shifts and roils and changes constantly, alive and sentient and hungry in the way it reaches towards them – the Noxx is screaming and it is so full of rage, so full of the intent to raze and destroy and devour everything it touches that Beatriz wants to vomit.

dawn

By [Dahlia's] estimation, it’s probably somewhere close to nine in the morning. She’d gotten little to no sleep and adrenaline buzzes in her veins, and she’s miles and miles away from home and in an arguably life-threatening situation – but oddly enough, she’s almost relaxed at this point. Then again, she’s been up for hours since the cart started off again at dawn. With enough time, she supposes people can get used to anything.

dread

“Well,” Creed says, opening the door and ushering [Carrick] out, “Commander Hawthorne will take you back to the dorms now, but it shouldn’t be too long before I finish up the arrangements for you to switch squadrons. Hopefully it’ll be a bit better for you there.” “Yeah. Sure.” Lisa is standing outside, close to the wall. She looks like she’s still mad, but even the dread at the thought of the walk back isn’t enough to overtake the instinct to get away from the office as soon as possible.

taglist (lmk if you want to be +/-): @deer-in-headlights-stare, @allianaavelinjackson, @arctic-oceans, @space-writes, @reneesbooks

[non-un-topo]

I am right there with u about the wanting to write dark stuff bestie I feel u

Yeeaahh, like thematically dark and serious fanfiction can be a lot of fun to write and read, if you're into that! I know a lot of people prefer fluff, and that's completely reasonable. There's something cathartic about dark stuff to me. Especially if the canon material is rather dark already, I find it like a sort of refreshing change from a lot of fluff, let's say.

I will always encourage people to write whatever they wish, so long as the dark story in question isn't, y'know, deliberately offensive, exploitative, or racist/phobic in any way. Beta and sensitivity readers also help with catching stuff like this, and therefore are always wonderful to have. I think there are people in every fandom who write dark stuff for the sake of being upsetting or shocking, so to be clear that's not what I mean (nor is it what I think you mean, nonnie) when I say I like to write dark stuff 😅 I just enjoy the violence, fear, grief, anger, etc. It shows up in a lot of my writing and it really helps me get through some stuff.

But yeah, I always say write what you want! Even if only five people read it. (This advice does not apply to me because I have self-esteem issues with my writing lol). I have read some of the most gorgeous fics in the tog fandom that are pretty dark. Not necessarily angsty all the way through, just dealing with serious themes in a way that's very true to canon. This is just me telling a general audience that it's possible to write dark stuff without being offensive and upsetting and exploitative. Give me more canon-typical violence and horror and anger! And of course it's always important to be kind and tag your works correctly!

[embersofhope-if]

Hi dear author! I’m really excited for the demo but i have to ask who is your favorite character outside of the mc and the ros and why? People focus so much on main characters but i am all for side characters getting some love!

hello anon! glad youre excited about the demo because im v excited to share it<3

now for my favorite outside of the Mc and the ros hmm...

I really enjoy Otilie. She's the female tribute from District 2, and she is so fun to write. Otilie isn't the blood thirsty career tribute that you normally see from District 2. She's almost disturbingly calm and doesn't really speak to anyone, including the other career tributes. I also really enjoy the tension between her and Mc because Otilie fully believes that out of everyone there, Mc is the biggest threat.

I also really like Tigris. Look, i know she's not technically my character, but i really do enjoy her relationship with Mc. It's a very nurturing one, and with everything that's going on, that's something that Mc desperately needs while in the Capitol. Tigris genuinely does want to help Mc in every way possible, and it's just so sweet, and i really enjoy writing those interactions.

[quibbs126]

I don’t know why, but I can’t get it out of my head that the name Black Dahlia Cookie to me sounds like White Lily’s lesbian lover, and/or a character that’s supposed to be opposite to her in some way

I think I first heard the name when @amythecat2001 and I were discussing names for a new character of hers, and it’s stuck with me since

[cosmicarts]

had to draw these two like this ✌

[ID: A redraw of the mugshot Barbie meme featuring OP’s OCs, Evol and Dahlia. Evol is a fox-like creature with sandy-colored fur and big, soft brown eyebrows. His eyes are brown. He is wearing red goggles and a green bandana. His right hand is gloved. Dahlia is a boar-like creature with light black skin and darker, messier hair kept in a yellow bandana. Her visible eye is orange with a darker orange iris. She is wearing a red tank top and a metal prosthetic on her right hand. For accessories, she has a golden nose ring and two small, silver earrings on her right ear.

Evol is holding his nametag with a wide-eyed grimace. Dahlia is holding her nametag with a smug expression, her other hand turned towards her chin.

End ID.]

[avocado-frog]

Happy WBW! In honor of Idalia and her looming approach on the SouthEast US, what is the most dangerous natural threat to your world?

(man i read that at like seven this morning first thing when I woke up and forgot about the hurricane and thought that there was like. some sort of dragon headed)

Well uhhhhh in new hampshire 2017 there was a severe rain and snowstorm. apparently

I guess there's also flooding over there. I live 41 hours away. I don't know

There was a snowstorm chapter so I'll go with snowstorms

[daylighted]

LOVE YOU ONE DAY / SITUATIONSHIP ! YOUNG DEAN x READER.

drabble.pdf / filed under dean winchester, mini series, situationship, unrequited, love or lust?, rose-tinted glasses.

. . . "i like this smile," dean whispered in the dark of your bedroom, your window open from when he'd hastily climbed into it, too rushed to shut it behind him. the wind whistled through the branches, the moonlight pouring over his face and lighting him like an angel. he always looked so pretty after he got all of the tensions off of his shoulder.

his thumb traced over the curve of your lips once more, plucking the bottom one open with the tip of his nail, smiling a little wider at the pop sound. "i really like this smile."

it was the smile you only ever had with him. when you were tired and sated and a little too vulnerable to know better than to wear your heart on your sleeve.

"it's yours," you told him, just to see dean's eyebrows raise in his surprise. they don't this time; instead, he only grins wider, hooking his finger in your mouth to drag you closer to him by your jaw, closing the small gap of distance between your lips to steal yours in a kiss.

he'll love you one day, won't he?

he'll stop calling with only three words to explain himself (coming over, 'kay?), will stop hanging up before you can get a word in. he'll tell you about the bruises beneath his eyes, the new scars he acquires with each visit. he'll kiss you after he vents all of his frustrations out on your body.

he'll trust you with his secrets, the ones that threaten to bury him deep. he'll kiss you first when he slips through your window and not immediately paw at the pajama pants you've got on. he'll ask about your day, tell you about his.

until then, you've got him like this. with his exploring fingers and the smiles that don't make it past your bed and the indent in your mattress from where he lays most every night and never stays into the morning.

he climbs over you again, holding himself up on two palms, bicep muscles flexing with the effort as he settles between your legs again. sometimes you thought dean loved you just for this alone; the fact that he made use with the nighttime, like it could swallow all of his feelings up and keep them secret until the sun dropped again.

so you'd let him have your smile. let him keep it safe in his pocket on the trips he takes, pulling it free from his wallet when he needed a reminder on what he had to come home to, on the happiness he kept sealed just for himself in the moments he felt alone.

because one day, he'd give you the heart he kept behind iron bars, just as you'd given him yours already, as much as you pretended that you only ever held it on your sleeve in the moments when it was too dark for dean to see that you were slipping further and further away from the promise of no strings attached.

for now, it was enough. he'd love you one day. you were sure of it.

dahlia's comments 🜲 the spoiler alert is that this is going to be little things for dean & reader through the years in that cycle so no he is in fact not going to love you for a hot minute if ever :/ ugh situationships & fwb dynamics my actual beloved i love writing things u can be slutty in & also cry over !!! pls see this lil mini series as the thing i write when i'm in between other stuff. which is often. u guys know how i am though so it is ok.

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[aklaustaleteller]

Hi sweetie! Hope you're doing well. Could you write a Klaus Mikaelson x reader (the reader is Hope's bio mom, so the whole Dahlia betrayal didn't happen and no one was turned into a wolf) where it's set in season 3, the reader and Klaus are married and happy until Aurora comes along, and with her jealousy she makes y/n believe she and Klaus slept together (they didn't) so they have a big fight where Klaus didn't deny he slept with her (cause he was hurt she didn't trust him and stuff) causing them to split out. They only saw each other because of Hope, and they were verbally hostile towards each other (not much, just petty arguments) and after a while he kills Aurora bcs she threatened yn (or something similar) and they go back together and it's all fluff.

Have a great day!

Said Yes To Heaven

Y/n and Klaus are in love, happy and overwhelmed, especially since having welcomed their newborn baby only weeks ago. But what happens when an unwanted guest appears on their doorstep out of the blue, and suddenly Y/n isn't sure if she's just going crazy or there truly has been some infidelity?

Warnings - Mentions of pregnancy, blood, thoughts + scenes of trying to unalive someone else, and some light after-birth changes/affects our reader is going through.

Word Count - 4.6k

Masterlist | please reblog the fic if you like it!

So, long time no see, everyone? Hahah, it's surreal to me how you have stuck around, but I'm very glad at the same time :) Thank you for sending in this request, anon, and I'm sorry for taking so long! This is part 1/2 and this mainly has fluff, as I wanted to show you the happiness and all about this family before I tore it down in the next part (just so it'd hurt a little better, yanno?) Anyways, I'm a little rusty but I hope you'll enjoy this one even a little and I'll let you go now! Have fun reading <3

UPDATE: You can now read part two here!

Klaus took a few steps back from his doorstep, looking rather unpleasant to see his guest for the day. Because of course, out of the very blue, his ex-lover had been reminded of him. On the very day he had woken up to a crying baby and a cranky wife who was high on hormones after just having given birth.

Some days, he just couldn't get it right. But today was going to be the hardest of it all and he was not ready to face the music.

"Aurora," Y/n spoke from somewhere behind Klaus, her voice carrying a threatening echo. "To what do we owe the pleasure?" She was approaching the door slowly, her eyes and tone an exact contrast to the welcoming words falling out of her mouth like sweet honey.

Klaus' shoulders relaxed when Y/n brushed against him while she moved past to stand in front of him, making him lean against the doorframe.

"It's a lovely day, isn't it?" Aurora spoke, her voice like a little girl’s – sweet and gentle. But Klaus saw straight through it as well as the tick in his wife's jaw. "Heard that you gave birth to a baby g --"

Before Aurora could've finished, Y/n had her pinned to the doorframe opposite to the one Klaus was leaning against.

"Don't you even dare speak of my family," Y/n snarled, her fingers digging into the woman's throat as everything in her told her to rip it out. But before she could've, Klaus' lulling voice began slipping into her ears.

"Now, love," He said softly, grabbing a hold of her shoulders and bringing her back into him, knowing fully well that this wasn't something she truly wanted to do. Then, tucking her lone hair strand back into her braid, he cupped her cheeks – "Why taint the porch with her blood, hm?"

"Because I'd rather see her dead than listen to that filth for another second," she smiled sweetly, her anger evident in the grit of her teeth.

And she'd just begun turning to take a look at an embarrassingly flushed Aurora, when a cry tore through the silent household. For a small second, both Klaus and Y/n shut their eyes, taking a deep breath simultaneously before Y/n was walking back into the house.

"Take a nap with her, why don't you?" Klaus proposed, his back facing the unwanted guest. "I'll take care of this and join you two in a bit," he nodded, passing the exhausted mother of his little girl a sweet smile, encouraging her.

Then he turned back around, almost shutting the door behind him to keep whatever noise was to come at bay.

"What do you think you're doing here, Aurora?"

"I just wanted to see you, Niklaus," she muttered softly, taking a step closer to him. "I miss you," she confessed, reaching to place her hands on his chest.

He backed away just in time, releasing a sharp breath. "I didn't suspect you to be so idiotic and careless with your life," he said sharply.

"Only for you, Klaus." She was looking up at him with a million emotions swirling in her eyes. But Klaus knew better than to not notice malice being one of them.

"Whatever you're planning to do, drop it," he gritted through his teeth. "And stay far, far away, from my family," he warned her as he walked her off their porch and out of their house’ perimeter, tempting the woman in front of him to backtrack.

"Don't test me against this Aurora,” he started, his hands placed behind his back but his frame remained all the more intimidating.

“I will kill you if you even bat an eye in the direction of this house," he was almost beginning to shake now, trying his best to keep his anger at bay and not cause any destruction out here while his little family rested inside the house not too far away.

Leaving her standing, Klaus turned to get back in the house when Aurora called out his name.

"You love me, though! You know you love me," she shouted at him, and Klaus' eyes glowed golden, knowing exactly what she was trying to do here.

And the moment she saw his eyes, she stumbled a little.

"I know you love me, do you not?" She managed to croak out just before Klaus had his hand wrapped around her throat, enhancing the bruising his wife had marked earlier.

"This is your final warning," he growled in her ear before slamming her against the wall behind her, walking away and trying to lose his temper at the same time as he entered the house and shut the door behind him, wincing when a baby's wails followed the noise.

—

As the next morning rolled around, so did the first official day of Summer.

With Hope's little frame already covered in fresh grass, Y/n couldn't foresee the day getting any better. A loud laugh escaped her when Klaus pretended for it to have been hard work getting a hold of the very frantic Hope, who was as happy to see the sun as Y/n was.

"Look who's gotten herself all dirty," Y/n pouted, dusting off as much dirt as she could off of Hope's onesie, while Klaus softly wiped her face.

"Just learned to crawl and of course she's abusing the skill," Klaus murmured, only making his wife laugh again.

Y/n kept Hope caged in her lap with one arm, leaning back on the other one to soak in the sun. She exhaled a deep breath, before turning to look at Klaus, who was already smiling at her.

"You've been such a good father, have I told you that?"

He laughed at that, looking down to hide the blush creeping up his neck, and nodding with his eyes still set on the little ducklings printed on the blanket they were sitting on.

"You have," he began softly. "Many times, actually," huffing out a laugh, he looked up again, now catching Hope's big wondrous eyes as well.

"Good."

With a light groan, Klaus moved to lay beside her. "Hope couldn't have a better mum, though."

"Wouldn't want her to have another mum anyways," she laughed, leaning in just a bit to press a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth that was curled in a grin.

And as the beautiful day passed them by, with Hope's full cheeks turned red due to the amount of fun she'd had, and Y/n's heart swollen with all the love she couldn't muster up properly at all, no matter how hard she tried – and Klaus knew that he could give it his all and still be unable to put this keen feeling rushing under his skin upon a canvas.

They'd truly said yes to heaven, when they'd said yes to each other on that one day in particular.

So, once they had shuffled back inside their house due to the chilliness increasing, Klaus made his way straight to the kitchen to heat up the leftovers while Y/n changed Hope’s clothes upstairs, in their bedroom. It didn't take long for the tired little girl to slip into sleep's arms and for her head to lull to the side, while Y/n was rocking her back and forth. So she stacked pillows around Hope’s body and went back down to Klaus, reaching just in time when a there was a knock on the door.

Now, with whatever Y/n had been expecting to come across, Aurora Martel at her door once again, was not it.

As she stood still on her ground, looking into the very woman's eyes who was not even supposed to be here anymore, her eyes began to fade to black only for the golden rim of a Hybrid to come through -- to caution the vampire standing in front of her before she attacked.

Because while Y/n hadn’t mentioned it to Klaus, she had heard her fake little love confession to Klaus yesterday and thought about the multiple ways she could unalive Aurora. 

But she decided against putting in such effort and put her body through another wave of pain for the day. She was going to go about his normally, after all, she was the mother of the very man's child that this woman had clearly come after. And his wife, as well.

"Aurora De Martel, the hopeless-romantic human, who only grew more daring once turned into a vampire, at my doorstep all over again," Y/n began, walking to complete a circle around the woman.

"Not an ounce of stupidity was shred in the process-- you know, of your turning; I suppose, since you're clearly still in possession of it," Y/n continued. 

Once she was in front of Aurora again, she took a step closer, the gaze of a predator still present in her eyes.

"Cat got your tongue darling?" She spoke, tilting her head to the side. "Where's that feisty little Vampire that I remember, hm?"

"I'm not that person anymore," Aurora began, struggling once Y/n had her in a choke hold again.

"No need to be a stinking liar, Aurora." Y/n gritted, dropping the choking one on the ground. "I can smell your intentions from miles away."

Y/n didn't tend to be such a threatening and volatile person, that was the reason that she'd fit so well with Klaus. And yet, she wasn't quite sure as to why she'd brought up this side of hers. She knew she wasn’t afraid or insecure that Aurora might get to Klaus; not at all.

But what she did know was that Klaus’ lovers popping back up only made her heart thud because of the potential danger they put Hope in.

She scoffed when Aurora scrambled to her feet, hands around her neck as she swallowed thickly.

“How are you, Y/n?” She croaked out, looking ahead of her despite the fact that Y/n was right by her side, now making another round around her. 

“Hm, concerned, I’d say,” Y/n hummed. “For you, of course.”

Maybe the pregnancy had changed more about her than she’d originally thought. Or maybe, and hopefully, Y/n thought, it was just the hormones. 

“How’s Klaus?” Aurora asked, mustering up the courage to turn and look Y/n in the eyes. “I supposed he’d be here,” she shrugged, "with you." The venom in her voice could be well detected, especially when she mentioned Y/n. And while her guards were high up, prepared for the hybrid to rip her to shreds -- she still held the fake confidence that that won't happen. 

“Why don’t you ask him yourself? I’m sure he’d love to have a chat,” Y/n smiled at her before she walked into the house, towards the room she knew Klaus was putting away Hope’s stray toys in – but not before passing Aurora a cautioning glare, warning her against doing something stupid in her absence. 

“Klaus?” She asked softly, entering the dark room, her eyes already following his figure as he put away the box of toys.

“We have a guest, I hear?” Klaus asked, walking up to her with a lazy smile. One of his arms snuck around her waist to pull her into him to press a kiss on her mouth. 

“No actually – we have a doting lover on our door,” Y/n chuckled. “She’s eager to see you again,” she shrugged, quickly going back to press a kiss on Hope’s forehead before grabbing a very confused Klaus’ hand, leading him outside. 

“Aurora,” he realised in annoyance, a deep frown in between his brows as he caught her sight from the top of the stairs. His mind was racing through a million things, the loudest question in there was, what in the hell was she doing here again? Didn't he warn her just yesterday?

“Isn’t it a pleasant surprise?” Y/n smiled brightly, coming to a halt herself. “I’ll leave you two to it,” she said, ignoring Klaus’ pleading look with an inner laugh as she turned away, most likely to arrange the dishes for their awaiting and heated dinner.

"Just make sure she doesn't ever dare to lose her way and end up here, again," she said, looking straight into Aurora's eyes before crossing over to the kitchen. 

And from the corner of her eye, she saw Klaus shut the door behind him. So, trusting him against making a mess, she quickly cleaned up the kitchen before she was making her way upstairs to Hope’s room, to now feed her some formula and put her to sleep for the night. 

"Are you in there, little wolf?" Y/n spoke from just outside the door, a silly grin on her face as she waited for the same reply she got everyday.

A random babbling noise that showed that Hope was indeed hungry. 

Despite Hope's loud squeak and the sounds of her rolling around in her crib, Y/n walked into the room with the same look on her face – the pretended to have caught her daughter, awake, red handed.

"Hope! You don't wake up once I put you to sleep!" She gasped, swallowing a laugh and reaching with one hand to pick up the little girl, bringing her to sit on her lap while she backed to sit on the rocking chair.

With loud giggles, Hope hit her chest a couple times, grinning up at her while drool began pooling on the boundary of her mouth.

"Uh ah!" Y/n laughed, closing the baby's mouth and watching as she squealed again, this time her palm landing flat on Y/n’s cheek.

Risking a mess by placing the small bowl on her thigh, Y/n held Hope up with her back against her chest and lifted a spoonful.

"Yes!" She cheered when Hope took in the bite without closing her mouth halfway and spilling the rest down her chin.

Slowly and steadily, she let the girl swallow her meal before making her burp.

"Did I get you sleepy, little wolf?" Y/n giggled watching Hope's eyes droop.

"You're so sleepy all the time!" She pouted. "Never got the time on your hands to play with your mummy," chuckling and shaking her head, she got off the chair and walked over to the crib placed near Klaus’ side of the bed upon his insistence, putting the already asleep girl inside.

Lowering with her, Y/n pressed a chaste kiss on her full cheeks that now hung low. Silently, she walked over and peeked out of the door to see if the matter down the stairs had been sorted out.

But she didn't catch sight of either Klaus or Aurora. So, with a sharp frown between her brows and an anxious tick among her fingers, she hurried down the stairs -- only to confirm her first realisation, it seemed.

Knowing that Klaus couldn't have been hurt in any way, she headed back into the master bedroom to get herself into a nice bath and take some time off to relax. 

She lit the candle that Freya had gifted her some time ago, and stepped into the bathtub full of soap foams. Her head lulled back and her eyes shut off, and she began to think of all the time she had been spending building this new little family recently. 

It still felt so surreal, that Hope was finally here. It was all so new and overwhelming, but Y/n knew that neither her nor Klaus would trade this period of their life for anything. It was almost as if everything had fallen into pieces to fit a puzzle the moment they had welcomed their little daughter into this world. 

There was no other source of light in the bathroom apart from the flickering candle, Y/n didn't feel like turning on the bright white light. And, as she began to tune into Hope’s breathing, she felt her heart begin to beat in sync with hers. It would’ve only been silence to human ears, but Y/n could hear the little puffs and the little movements of her mouth that she made in her sleep. 

She could picture Hope’s head lulled to the side, her mouth slightly ajar and her small frame rising and lowering with each breath that she took. Then, Klaus faded into the photo and she could see Hope’s drool slipping onto his arm and drying up there, because of course Klaus had fallen asleep with her on the rocking chair. 

And finally, she entered the picture herself and took the two of them into the master bedroom, laying Hope between the two of them and pressing kisses on both of their foreheads. After turning off the lights, she was looking at the two pieces of her heart sleeping peacefully, because she felt like she couldn’t miss this sight, because she probably won’t feel the time pass before Hope had to be put to sleep in a crib in her own room. 

Just the idea of that brought tears to her eyes. Everything made her cry these days, and she does realise that it’s because of the hormones. But she doesn’t know how to explain the exhaustion of it all. The untrue and mean thoughts she got throughout the day, whether it was regarding her body or her new journey of being a mother and feeling scared that she’d go wrong somewhere and be hated by her own family for the rest of her life. 

Just the energy it took to shut all those thoughts down and to reassure herself, remind herself of what was true and what wasn’t – took so much out of her that when Klaus held her in his arms at the end of the day, she just wanted to let go and fall into pieces, so that he’d bunch her up and tell her or show her stupid brain that Y/n was indeed right and that the thoughts were just her mind playing games. 

Taking in a deep breath, Y/n rose and washed the soap off of her. She could think about this all day and all night, and she could drown in her sorrows for way too long than healthy. But right now, she needed to go and eat dinner if she wanted to sleep on time. 

Which reminded her – she hadn’t heard Klaus come home. Had she missed it, or had he genuinely not come home yet? She began to focus on her hearing, and only came across Hope’s breaths, nothing else. 

Maybe something had occupied him, she thought, wrapping a towel around her and exiting the bathroom. 

—

Klaus was walking in their backyard with Hope in his arms, asleep, as always. He couldn’t balme her though – she was a newborn, after all, and had a lot to register in her brain in the couple hours that she was awake during the day. 

She had been a calm baby so far. The midnight tantrums weren’t as frequent as others had warned him and Y/n about, maybe because they had way more stamina than an average human.

Y/n, right when she had woken up, had been dragged out by Rebekah and Freya. Trust me, Y/n, I’ve been through what you’re going through and it’s been two weeks since you’ve left the house with us! He had heard Rebekah say to Y/n in the kitchen, and he had agreed a hundred percent. 

They had gone out for brunch, and maybe it was because they had a lot to catch up on, that Y/n hadn’t yet come home and it was nearing lunch time. 

And Y/n, as much as she was enjoying her time out in as much sun as New Orleans got on an average, she was dying to go home. She was missing Hope and Klaus and before she could’ve said anything, Rebekah had herself proposed that they should have some dessert already because Klaus and Hope are probably seeing your sight on the doorstep, she’d laughed. 

“I think I’m gonna walk home, the weather’s really nice,” Y/n said when Rebekah began to try and convince her for a lift in her car. 

“Oh, okay!” Rebekah laughed. “You have come out after a long time, so sure!”

Y/n just passed the woman a narrow-eyed glare as she was hugging Freya. 

“Juut text us when you reach home,” Freys said, walking off towards her car. 

Y/n nodded, bidding goodbye and watching the two drive off before she dropped her smile and sighed. God, her cheeks hurt from how much she’d been smiling and laughing. 

She had only walked a couple paces away from their eating spot when she heard footsteps. It was a busy time, a nice day, so many people were out and about. The city was kind of bustling. But still, Y/n turned to look and immediately, she groaned, coming to a pause. 

“Seriously, Aurora?” She almost whined. “You take annoying someone to a whole another scale,” she said with a face that was genuinely twisted into annoyance and irritation. 

“C’mon Y/n,” Aurora said with a newfound confidence, drawing Y/n’s attention right away. “Can’t you have a chat with me, too? Just us girls?” She grinned, and then rolled her eyes when she saw that flash of Hybrid golden in Y/n’s eyes. 

“I’m not here to fight,” she said. “I’m here to make friends with you,” shrugging, she dared to take a step closer, testing the waters. 

“Don’t be so over confident, Aurora,” Y/n gritted, having pinned the woman on a wall. “It almost got you killed, right this moment,” she said, giving her a final flash of her eyes before getting up and walking away. She was not in the mood to kill today, especially not after the amazing brunch she’d had not too long ago. 

But of course, Aurora was too dumb to get that, Y/n noted as she heard feet jogging to catch up to her pace. 

“Just talk to me this once, and I swear I’ll never show you my face ever again,” Aurora rushed to speak, desperate to get Y/n to stop.

They were still a little far from her home, Y/n realised. She could very conveniently kill her right now, and not get blood anywhere near her family home. 

“What?” She asked instead, coming to a stop. 

“I get why you married Klaus now,” Aurora spoke, a smile creeping up on her mouth. Y/n didn’t want to admit that there was a blush as well. It was probably sunburn, she told herself. 

With a slight roll of her eyes, Y/n forced herself to focus. “What do you mean, Aurora?” She asked her, ready to snap her neck if she tried to beat around the bush once more. 

“I mean, you two got together, had a baby so early on in your marriage. I now realise that it’s because he is so good in bed, you had to lock him down somehow, didn’t you?” She laughed, not noticing the gold swarming Y/n’s eyes as she smiled at the ground, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. 

“I would too. Guess I got a bit late, huh?” She continued with a joke, and then stopped. 

Y/n didn’t even talk to her girlfriends like this. How dare this dumb little piece of work, dare to speak of her and Klaus in such a manner? So, she sped through her movements and sunk her fingers in Aurora’s throat, cleansing her insides.

“I rushed. Think I would’ve liked ripping out your dirty fucking tongue instead,” Y/n hissed, her mouth right next to Aurora’s ear and she was so close she could hear the loud thudding of her heart. It made her feel good, and she almost didn’t want to kill her becuase that noise was music to her ears right now. 

Aurora couldn’t say anything, the only noise she could muster up was the sound of choking, because she was. And she was pretty sure her blood was rushing to places inside her where it shouldn’t be. 

But then, something came over Y/n and she slipped her hand out of Aurora’s throat, leaving it intact as she wiped the blood on the very woman’s clothing. “Sleep good. Maybe some rest will knock some sense into you. After all, all this stalking and annoying someone must be exhausting,” Y/n spoke with an understanding shake in her head. 

And then, before Aurora could even realise much, Y/n had her hand placed near her throat and with that, she snapped her neck, quickly rushing to put her back in her house. She wasn’t cruel or angry enough to leave her asleep in the middle of nowhere. 

But she was riled up enough that she needed to rush home and ask Klaus some questions before her mind could get the better of her. 

She knew that this was the time Hope was usually asleep, and she was praying to the gods above that today wouldn’t be any different. And she opened the door to the house, quickly sensing that Hope was, indeed, asleep but she could hear that Klaus wasn’t.

The shower was running. 

Removing her shoes, she walked to the kitchen and washed her hands in the sink. Then, tiredly, walked over and sat on the sofa in the living room, knowing that Hope was in the master bedroom and they couldn’t talk, potentially argue, there. 

A lot was taken out of her today, and she needed Klaus to reassure her so that she wouldn’t have a breakdown somewhere in the house because it felt like she was going crazy. She knew that he hadn’t done it, knew that he couldn’t have done it. 

But just for the sake of her brain, she needed him to say it. Needed the words to come out of his mouth so that she would know for sure. For she trusted him more than she trusted herself. 

Because right now, her brain was telling her that she had heard Aurora’s love confession that day, but she hadn’t heard Klaus’ reply. Or that Klaus mostly shut the door when she left him with Aurora or how that one night he had come home late after she had left the two of them alone for Klaus to sort out the matters, and he’d told her not to worry about it – that it was nothing and he had taken care of it.

She knew that it truly was nothing. But once, just once, she wanted him to tell her that. 

Waiting and waiting for the shower to turn off, Y/n slipped into a slumber. So when she felt someone close to her, she caught Kalus leaning in to pick her up, probably to carry her to their bedroom. 

“Ah, you’re awake,” he smiled, his gaze so soft and his dimples evident as he instead pressed a kiss to her forehead and stood up straight. “The girls tired you out, hm?” He asked her, raising her head and placing it on his lap once he had sat himself. 

Y/n only mumbled something, before turning to hide her face in his hip area. She couldn’t bring herself to talk to him about this when he was caressing her hair so gingerly, but she knew she had to. 

“I wanted to talk to you about something,” she said then, looked up at him. 

“What is it, love?”

God, this was going to be hard. She sat up and fixed her bed head with her fingers before she looked at him again, this time with a wavering sigh. 

“Did you sleep with Aurora?” 

Klaus’ eyes hardened then – the exact response Y/n hadn’t been longing to receive. 

[katwritesshit]

Hiiiii, could you do 👶 and ✍️ for the OC ask gameee?

HIIIII YES OFC

👶 - How many siblings do they have ? If they have any, what's their relationship ?

✍️ - What hand do they write w/ ?

doing the main 7 from monachopsis book 1 cuzzz yeah

Aeven :: Has no siblings, but him and his cousin were super close. Ambidextrous.

Malachi :: Has a long-lost sister he really misses. Left handed.

Catalina :: No siblings. Right handed.

Kaede :: Has 1 full sister and 2 half siblings. Gets along really well with Dahlia and Imogen, fights with Lycidas a lot due to their conflicting opinions on how to handle Aeven, Mal and Cat. Right handed.

Dahlia :: 1 full brother, 2 half siblings. Loves all her siblings equally and takes on a slightly maternal role with them because... their mom sucks. Right handed.

Lycidas :: 1 full sister, 2 half siblings. Gets along amazingly with Imogen and Dahlia (gets baby privileges) but fucking hates Kaede. Left handed.

Imogen :: Gets along well with all her siblings, but she's a bit socially anxious even with them. Ambidextrous.

THANKS FOR THE ASK, ILL SEND U ONE WHEN I GET HOME :3

[kaeyachi]

I completed Paralogism just now. Here are my Kaeya thoughts

It's all Kaeya talk. Lore is scrumptious though. Genuinely blew my mind coz this quest went hard with it. The thing is, I was multitasking at work just to finish this quest today, and you best bet I'll still be too busy to actually talk about the GOATED lore. I could make a lore post at a later date, but for now, that takes too much time (coz I double check stuff), so I decided to just talk about the character I'm passionate about. Gushing about Kaeya? That comes easy because it's from the heart. Here's the Kaeya thoughts for GI 5.6 Paralogism:

Kaeya would have been a great lawyer confirmed...HAD THEY ALL NOT HAVE BEEN ACTING THIS WHOLE DAMN TIME

THE ENTIRE LEADING OFFICERS OF THE KOF + VENTI AND DAHLIA. PLANNING ALL OF THIS FOR THE PAST 6 MONTHS WITHOUT US REALIZING. THATS CRAZY

Kaeya planned for Hertha to be the one replaced by a fake btw...what next? did he write the script too?! OTL

and mind you, Vile, his most notable informant, was just out there in the streets while Mond was getting attacked...did she get caught up in a bad time or...

segway before I go back to Kaeya, but Mondstadt is stacked with powerhouses. They were all chill. They have a Klee and a Noelle (and a Lisa, and a Diluc-) *shrugs*

speaking of, Diluc did it again. An abyss creature tried to hurt Kaeya, but Diluc just charges out of nowhere to protect him. Kaeya was the most chill person ever in this entire quest, I'm not even kidding (but the pun is very intended). Even the way he stood! IT WAS CHILL AF because his "enthusiastic civilian" companion is there to slam his claymore before Kaeya could even blink

Corrupted(? poisoned? fake?) Donna you will be missed, I wish hoyo gave you the opportunity to sing more melodies about Kaeya's beauty. If we had a nickel every time someone canonically gets a crush on Kaeya...

Kaeya is so pretty this entire quest btw. I see him daily, but his aura in the courtroom is *chefs kiss*. I think it's the serious energy he had kept the entire trial that made me go "whoah"

By the way, the fact that Diluc wasn't even in on it at first, but figured it out on the first trial, not because the fakes were acting out of character, but because... *squints* Kaeya wasn't nervous??? huh??

Diluc. Diluc, darling, hold my hand for a moment now. Mr. Ragnvindr, I theorized that Kaeya has anxiety on the reg. I even posted it an HC fic some time ago about it...are you telling me...KAEYA MIGHT ACTUALLY BE AN ANXIOUS PERSON? THE SOFT, UNSURE VOICE FROM VELURIYAM MIRAGE IS FAR MORE COMMON (probably in the past) THAN WE THOUGHT?

Also, Kaeya and Diluc's relationship seemed to have improved again because they are spending windblume together! Kaeya looks so animated as he chatted with Diluc on their way out of Mondstadt's gates (assuming they will be going to Dawn Winery to celebrate? 🥺). Lowkey reminded me of an excited kid

Cute new factoid! He is the captain of the 9th Company. Gonna utilize that somewhere somehow. (btw i am also shocked that Mond kept 7 captains in Mondstadt? Where are the other 3? With Varka I hope?)

Just realized the quest is called Paralogism because Mond deceived our asses the same way the fakes also deceived our asses. It was a festival of deception 😤 THEY DIDNT REALLY NEED US BY THE WAY. WE WERE JUST A BONUS. MOND CONTINUES TO BE ABLE TO HANDLE THEMSELVES JUST FINE. THEIR ARCHON CAN USE WIND AS A WALKIE-TALKIE CMON NOW.

one more thing, but Albedo and Venti being worried about the truth about Albedo being Rhinedottir's son because the people could lose trust in him... I just pictured what would happen to Kaeya if it were his secret that got out... the angst potential in that...

Aaaand that is all for now. Mind you, I absolutely enjoyed Natlan (the 2nd AQ is impressive, and the world quest is, dare I say, the best one I've ever done), but DAMN did I genuinely miss Mondstadt. I missed it so much that I cried for a bit after seeing the announcement that the 5.6 AQ is for Mondstadt. It really is my home, and my heart feels lighter now that I was able to go back and see how the nation that welcomed me continues to thrive. I know this peace isn't forever for Mondstadt, knowing how they put all the characters with sus and interesting lore there (and the land itself is curious), but for now, I get to see the characters that introduced me to the game living their lives and having fun, and some visibly healing from their past issues.