#mclul drabble

[caemec]

“You haven’t lost me” • MCLUL (Mafia!au)

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Type : drabble • Mafia!au

Characters : Reader x Castiel

Contains : strong langage • violence • mention of death • verrry angsty

Ask : “You haven’t lost me”.

Everywhere around you, blood. Death bodies, warmth still giving them their very last colours. They wouldn’t have any rest, even after death. Burned until their bones would become dust, buried like animals, cut like meat. No ceremony, no goodbye from families, no last words spoken in their honor. Only tears flying to nowhere to be seen.

It had been a carnage. You didn’t see them coming - no one did. Everything was fine for a while. A night of victory, laughs, drinks, bodies against bodies, and smoke. Drugs also, for many of you. Annihilating the last residues of analytical ability. It was maybe what cost you so many lives.

The first gun shot had astonished the room. Probably for a fraction of second, maybe even less, before the first riposte was sent. But to you, deep into your memories, it had been hours. Who was the first to die, the lucky one to be spared by the scene that would play under the eyes of the survivors, no one would care. But you wished it was you. For a moment of weakness, you truly wished life had left your body at the very first second of this hell.

Funny how, when you are on the wrong side of a gun, your mind can suddenly mess up so fucking bad. You were trained for years, to shoot, to fight, to kill. No one would scare you, but you would scare them, to no end. How many people had peed on themselves and cried to your feet, before you mercilessly took them out of this world ? 

But apparently, life was a true bitch - or was it just what they called justice ? A gun against your throat, some of your very last men alive kneeled next to you, shutting their fucking mouth, because they still had that stupid survival hope.

That’s how you would end for all those years of savagery. Slain by the one of another. Life circle.

“Do it.”

You could swear you already had hear that voice somewhere. What - who - you could recognize in a matter of seconds, however, was the face of your fiancé in front of you. On the other side of the gun.

In another context, you would have immediately done the link. You would have finally understood which truth has played in front of you for months. You would have remembered all those times he would have  disappeared for hours without a proper excuse. You would have replay those scenes of Castiel whispering on the phone, and those tears he had when he fucked you to oblivion right after. Those thousand of I love you‘s he never said to you so frequently before. God, how bad he was at hiding the truth. And how blinded you had been.

“Where did I lose you ?” you whispered under your breath.

All those years of life made together, love murmurs secretly kept between the walls of your bedroom, even a stupid engagement ring, for what ? A bullet in your head ? Was he fucking serious ?

“You haven’t lost me [Y/N]. I’ve lost myself.”

Worse part of it ? You could see the regrets in his teary eyes. And despite the anger, the hate, the desire to make him pay with worse than death, the wish to drain from him every single tear of blood you could, you still felt your heart silently screaming at the sight of his own pain.

He could wash his hands from your blood once he would be done with you, but oh god, if only he knew how badly you would haunt him. Because Castiel was still Castiel, even in this moment. An asshole, a warrior, a killer, but not a heartless man. Certainly not when it came to his feelings for you. The only thing you had never doubted about in your life. If only you had thought a little more that love and loyalty weren’t a natural combo.

That fact pleased you as much as you hated it.

A useless mafia cliché love story then. It would be for that reason that you would leave this world.

The moment the bullet ripped up your skin, crashing between your lungs and heart, devastating your inside in a hurtful agony, he had shot himself too. It would worth it, they swore to him.

Your pain was over. His only began. And somehow, you both died tonight.

[marchiveeee]

Rating the "relationship material" type of MCL's LI: platonic, sexual or romantic (my Candy's version)

Feel free to do yours too, and tell me if you do, I love to read this kind of stuff (I hope you enjoy as well)!!!! If you're asexual, you can just ignore the "sexual" option; and if you're aromantic, you can ignore the romantic. And yes, this is an alternative version of MFK game, but we are not K anyone here, we're making friends!!!

Armin: platonic, but with a sexual twist, I'LL EXPLAIN. I see my Candy and Armin as besties, so they do have some kind of chemistry going on, but most of the times it seems as if she, Alexy and Armin were cousins. Maybe it would get to a sexual "level" if they were both drunk, or wanting to release some stress; I don't imagine it happening often tho..

Castiel: romantic! That's an old one... My Candy and Castiel have a lot in common and the way they built their friendship (IN MY HEADCANON) would've definitely lead to something more. They would be that kind of friends that people look at and say "you two make such a cute couple" (insert tomato Castiel and tomato my-Candy)

Eric: tbh I don't really know him and I don't know the relationship he'd have with my Candy bc I didn't play many episodes after the end of hsl. But from what I know, and from the spoilers I've seen, I don't think they would be close, Eric would be just someone she happens to know bc of a friend. And he's not her type.

Hyun: Oh god, definitely platonic! I see them as really close friends and that's it. They'd love each other as friends.

Kentin: platonic as well. She does think he's cute, and after his whole transformation she definitely thinks he's gotten hot, but the feeling of friendship is still there and I don't see much chemistry going on between them. (He's really hot tho, if I were talking about my terms of relationship material maybe that wouldn't be the case👀. Especially after Alternate Life, I've been interested in "van life" for some years)

Lysander: platonic again. Just like Hyun, my Candy sees Lys as a close friend and would definitely make some effort to keep in touch with him even after hsl BC I believe they have some interesting long conversations with each other. Maybe the fact he's Castiel's best friend influences the "platonic status," but still... I don't see them together. (If it was me tho.... Ok, that's not about me. Moving on)

Nathaniel: that's TOUGH!!!!!! But... In my Candy's pov... Idkkkk, maybe there's some attraction between them but idk if it would get to a friendship with benefits in HSL, probably later on it could happen... And if their "friendship with benefits" goes well, I definitely see them going for a relationship.

Priya: Idk Priya as a love interest very well (for the same reason as Eric), but it wouldn't be hard for them to go to the next level (sexual or romantic). I believe it's just like Nath, but in this case I can see it happening during hsl.

Rayan: Hmm... That's difficult too. I don't see my Candy studying Art History as a major, but I 100% see her as an Art enthusiast. SO... If I were to create a fic on my mind about them, they would probably meet in a museum/gallery/library and exchange numbers and from this it escalates to something else. Maybe they are still professor and student of the same University, but he's not her professor. I will stop here, bc I'm starting to have ideas and this is not the post for an entire fic kkkk IN CONCLUSION: They have the chemistry, but I'm not sure it's enough for my Candy and him to "click" at first.

[tetrakys]

Ghost Train

Short lemon-ish drabble on episode 15 Rayan’s date.

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The car was moving slowly in the dark, narrow room. We were sitting at the end of the ride, the space designed for children was too small for our adult bodies and I was acutely aware of her soft curves pressing onto my side.

Her heavy breasts pushing against my arm every time she inhaled, her breathing fast not because of the admittedly not so scary ride, but because of the dangerous situation we were in, the director and my colleagues sitting just a few rides ahead of us.

Her round hips pressing against my own, I was dying to feel them in my hands while pumping hard into her, making her feel how much she drove me crazy, sitting in the front row of the class with her short skirts and her voluptuous legs on display. How many times had I dreamt of bending her on my desk and fuck her with all I got? Grabbing her hair and ride her until I spent myself in her, neither of us able to stand any longer.

I briefly glanced in her direction, and saw she was looking at me with the same heat in her eyes. I wanted to touch her so badly, it was dangerous, if anyone turned and saw us… but it was also incredibly exciting.

Suddenly a fake skeleton jumped in front of us and she cried out in surprise, her arms coming around me as if grasping for help, almost jumping on top of me.

When she realised she’d basically thrown herself at me, I saw her bashfully lowering her gaze, and I was sure that if we weren’t in complete darkness I’d be able to see her cheeks turning a lovely shade of pink.

She was adorable.

“I… I’m sorry Rayan,” but before she could slide back to her seat, my hands went to her face and her hair, grabbing her and crushing my lips on hers.

Fast and deep, exactly how she needed it, I attacked her lips, her tongue, with not an inch of space between our bodies. I wanted to feel her everywhere.

I wanted to devour her.

Soon, too soon, the car slew down as we came back into the light, and we broke apart, our breaths heavy, her eyes hooded were clearly begging me for more, so I whispered in her ear.

“I can’t wait to see you tonight…”

[barkxonce]

Hmmm *looks at prompt list like it's a menu* can I have a number 2 for NathanielxCandy?

FANFIC PROMPT LIST  |  accepting!

02. “You love me as if I deserve you.”

He arrives at her door, bloody and looking worse for wear. Scarlet stains his shirt and drips from his nose, clinging to the ends of his hair. At first glance, it’s a horrifying ordeal to take in. Candy’s mouth falls open, in shock, to say something. He shrugs it off before she gets a chance to speak. Tries to convince her that it’s merely blood, but the urgency of its flow makes it seem like it’s more.

They don’t go the Emergency Room. Instead, she concedes, and Nathaniel’s marched into her dorm and sat down in her desk chair. Under the light of her lamp, she can see bruises blooming around his cheekbone. She doesn’t ask where he got them from. Doesn’t utter a word until they’ve staunched his bloody nose with a couple of old towels.

“We should have gone to the Emergency Room,” Candy says quietly, holding a pack of ice to his nose as he slowly brings his head forward. Silence fills the room; her waiting for his response, him trying to think of what to say. Her immediate thought is that it must be gang related, but she doesn’t dare to say it out loud.

After what seems like a lifetime of contemplation, he shakes his head. “No. I never go the Emergency Room”

“Does this happen a lot then?”

His gaze lifts, flickering over the incredulous expression on her face and the crease making its appearance between her brows. He’s been wondering what would make her leave him, what would push her to the edge. It’s a thought that trails through his mind more often than he would like to admit, and he hates the insecurity. It’s because of moments like this. The disappointment on her face.

“No--- Well, yeah.” 

Candy stares at him, jaw slack, sadness brewing in her eyes. It’s a moment before she exhales, unaware that she’d even been holding her breath. A hand reaches up, wrapping around her wrist, lowering the ice pack from his face. 

“Not all the time. Not always like this.”  His eyes cast down towards the floor, studying her rug, the stack of books beside her bed, anything to not look her in the eyes.

It’s embarrassing, telling her of his predicament. This spot that he’s got himself in. He’s glad that they’ve got everything out in the open now (well, mostly everything), but it’s not exactly ideal. If he could turn back time and change everything that he had done, he would. “You love me as if I deserve you, but you don’t deserve to be wrapped up in all of this.”

Fingers weave their way through his hair. Her touch is gentle at first, combing lightly through the ends before tangling themselves through the mess of blond. He doesn’t know why he came to her. He usually retreats to his apartment and confines himself to relative solitude.

She's just glad he’s safe and not being called into the local police station.

“You’re right. It’s not really ideal. This isn’t exactly what I had in mind when I pictured us getting back together.” Her hand slides down to his chin, tilting his head up, gazing earnestly into his eyes. He’s met with a smile, tinted with the smallest margin of sadness, but lit up by the definite assurance in her expression. “But the thing is, I don’t care. Because all I want is you, Nath, and you know... you’re just as deserving of love as anyone else.”

She doesn’t let him leave. By the time Yeleen arrives back at the dorm, the stack of towels have been stuffed into a bag and carefully placed into the laundry, and they’re both curled up in Candy’s bed. Nathaniel’s coat hangs on the back of the door, his boots kicked off beside the bed frame.

With a heavy sigh, Yeleen rolls her eyes, but she doesn’t doesn’t expect a response. They’re already fast asleep.

[centralsaints]

fandom event

you know what we should do as a fandom to unite? hold a drabble game day. i did this in the @hetaliawritersdiscord , basically, we come up with a few prompts, and in the time set for the games (i’d say 24 hours would be good tbh), we can write and post as many drabbles as we want based on the prompt (or not!). doesn’t have to be long (a drabble is usually 100-150 words long), you don’t have to be good at writing. i don’t get involved with the fandom a lot anymore, but i think it’d be good to have some activities again bc this fandom is falling apart.

so, if you want to participate or think this would be a good idea, manifest yourself, i guess?.. and if you have any ideas for prompts, drop them in my ask. i’d love to have another event in this fandom bc honestly, i miss it.

[caitlynknight]

I’m feeling so inspired to write a drabble (or more) from this episode. But I have an appointment with my doctor tomorrow morning.

Why do I feel always inspired when I can’t work on it?

[armin-ask-mcl]

Don’t Think Twice (NathxCandy)

[[Holy fuck, I wrote something not related to Armin. Anywho, hope you enjoy. I’m still slowly getting back into writing, it’ll be forever before I don’t suck as much. Based on a Candy who dated Castiel, at the end of episode 6 MCLUL conversation with Nathaniel. Song inspired by Don’t Think Twice from KH3 OST. Yes, I put in a Castlevania anime reference. Alucard and Trevor is Nath and Cassy, fight me.]]

She paced back and forth slowly in the small dorm room. He remained still in one place yet twisting his hands and arms restlessly. The two were locked in conversation, the air between them heavy. “I don’t know what to think anymore, Nath…” She sighed with exasperation, collapsing onto her bed.

The remainder of her energy she tried to use to keep engaged with him, an exhausting endeavor itself. “One minute you’re funny and nice. The next you’re worked up and easily agitated. Then you want to argue with professors just to get yourself out of school?” Candy grunted pulling up half her body to sit up while on her bed. “I get it, you changed. And that’s fine! But you’re changing so much it’s hard to get a read on you just for that day.”

Nathaniel shook his head and looked down at the floor. A few moments passed and neither said anything. She took it as a sign to continue.

“I see you one second and you save me. The next, you’re there to support me to go to Cass’s concert only to berate me from helping you and Amber.” She crossed her arms in front of her and leaned into them. “I wish you could tell me what’s going on. I only want to listen. I’m tired of hearing rumors from people as my only source into your life.”

At that moment, he looked back up at her. “What kind of rumors?”

She rolled her eyes, having a flood of conversations from the past few weeks come to mind. “That you get in fights, that you go to parties, you hang around junkies. That you’re involved in drugs? I really doubt any of the last bit, but you have people so scared of you that they run away instead of helping.”

His expression darkened, his eyes narrowing and focusing on a random spot on the wall behind her. It was becoming too difficult to look directly at her. “Maybe they were right to run away.”

“You know that’s not true. Nath, I’m worried about you.”

He ran his hand through his messy blond hair. “That’s one of the reasons I’m here then, so let’s address it.” He finally moved over and sat next to her on the bed. He wasn’t happy about being too direct with her, but he found it necessary. Accidentally hurting her feelings was an ill side effect. “I feel like we are… becoming close. Something I didn’t think would happen, especially with you.” She opened her mouth to respond but he gently held his finger in front of her lips. “I mean, let’s be honest. You get into people’s business like crazy. For years now, Candy. You need a hobby.” He grinned wickedly, lowering his hand down from her now frowning mouth.

“In all seriousness, I know you worry. And I can’t stop that.”

“—Unless you tell me what’s going on!” She started speaking over him stubbornly.

“And!” He raised his volume to match hers for a second, just as stubborn. “I really do want to talk, I do want to open up… but I can’t right now.” The bravado crumbled, and he started reaching out for her hand only to stop an inch above it. His voice ached with grief and sincerity. “Right now, I can’t have you chasing after me being worried. Focus on yourself, please.” He started to move his hand away, but Candy gently used her free hand to push his down on the hand he reached for before, sandwiching his.

Trying to ignore her action, he bore his gaze at her. “I don’t want you to get in trouble. And you know that rumors are just that. But if you believe them, if you think I’m just as worthless as they make me out to be then go. Run. I’m not interested in causing you pain.” His hand then lightly pressured her own. His golden eyes settled down, as if he couldn’t stand looking at her when she delivered the final blow. While she knew what she wanted to say, she waited. She hoped he would give her opening; a hole in the tall fortress he built up.

Seconds of silence passed that felt like minutes. With a concentrated breath, he finally added “But if you know…if you know I’m not a lost cause. Then,” He paused very briefly, taking in a quick breath and straightening his posture. A sign that his wall would be back up soon. “Then maybe think twice before you run away. If you do, I don’t wanna know…”

Candy shifted her body to face Nathaniel more and lifted his hand in her own. He would never admit that his knuckles were in pain if she held them tight, so she remained tender. “Nath,” He closed his eyes for a moment before returning the regard he could feel coming from her. “I have never, not once, considered running from you.”

And he finally he broke, a laugh escaping from his stoic character. “Yeah, you don’t really… yeah, you’re a bit reckless, you know?” With consideration, he removed himself from her touch and stood up on the bed. Though he was acting calm and that nothing happened, the tension in the room lifted. “I better get going soon. Looks like you were getting ready for bed. I wouldn’t want to keep you away from your lover.”

Candy choked on air a bit at hearing the lover part. “Um, ex-excuse me?” Surely, he didn’t mean Castiel. The two barely reacquainted lately and there was a lot of awkward feelings on the situation.

With his back to her, Nathaniel stretched his neck and shoulders before looking at her smugly. “I meant you and the oreo crumbs around your mouth.”

Blood rushed to Candy’s cheeks, a hue of blush spreading quickly across her face. Instead of letting him sit there, grinning away like a jerk she wiped away all the crumbs and smiled proudly with her clean face. His smile widened. “Oh, taking it to bed already? Wild one,” And he laughed seeing her try and brush away all the crumbs on her bed. “Oh hush, and go already, you nerd.” She mumbled, cleaning off her comforter.

He shrugged, about to be on his way when he smacked his own forehead. “Ugh, I forgot. I came here for a real reason,” he said, sweeping all the emotional bits that had just happened under a rug. He walked back to her bed and now crumbly floor to hand her a CD case. She raised her eyebrow at it, taking the case and looking it over. She quickly gasped and brightly smiled. “It’s Cass’s CD! Oh my gosh, please tell me the terrible things people think you’re doing is bootlegging his band’s merchandise.” He snorted and bit his bottom lip, pulling it in while smiling back at her. “You caught me, Candy.”

She ran her fingers across the black cover, opening it up quickly to find the lyric book inside. She wanted to tell him how much it meant to her to have this, but he already knew. He must have. The least she could do was look back at him and smile sweetly. “Thanks Nath.”

He rolled his eyes. “Don’t thank me yet. I just want you to hear how bad they are without the overwhelming concert experience.”

Unimpressed with his response, she quipped back at him. “Oh yeah? You say that, but I have a feeling you go home and wear a ‘Castielove’ oversized shirt to bed.”

Nath finally head back to his route to leave the dorm room. “You’re charming, as always dear.” As he opened the door and started closing it halfway, he muttered beneath his breath “I can see what he saw now.”

Unaware of what he said, Candy continued to play with the CD and ignoring the obvious responsibilities screaming at her in her room. She curled up into her comforter and started going through the lyric book, hunting down songs she heard at the concert.

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Meanwhile, the bar down town had started closing. People started talking to their designated drivers, silly drunks exclaiming the fun was over. Castiel remained hunched over at the bar, sipping away his beer while scrolling through his phone. The bar stool next to him screeched slightly as another patron pulled up the seat to sit in. He requested a cold beer before the night finally ended and the bartender admitted to only one since he would close soon.

Without looking up, the red head guitarist addressed his neighbor. “Didn’t think you’d be back here so soon. How did it go?”

Nathaniel groaned as he sat up and waited for his drink. “Why do you want to know? It’s my business.”

“You want me to knock ya out? Keep your smartass comments to yourself, Nathaniel.”

Nathaniel passed an annoyed glance at Castiel. “I don’t care for your music, so I went over to Candy’s place and gave her that CD.” He thanked the bartender when he received his opened bottle and took a swig of beer.

Castiel’s mouth twitched slightly, almost as if he was going to smile. “Thought you would.” He took a longer sip, trying to finish his drink before heading out for the night. Nathaniel’s gold eyes glared at his once high school rival. “I’m not your messenger after that. Here on out, you’re going to be direct with her.” The other shrugged.

The two sat in silence as the once crowded bar quieted down. The employees left them alone. One a rising Rockstar, the other a frequent patron. While they vehemently disagreed, now they were calm and quiet. It was the only good quality time the two could have. Finally, Castiel finished his drink and paid his tab to the keep. He hopped off the stool and said nothing as he started to leave. “You know,” Nathaniel started, “I see what you saw once.”

Castiel looked back at Nath and shook his head. “Wrong. I never stopped seeing.” Nathaniel pushed his unfinished drink back to the bartender with his payment, seemingly unphased by the other. Nath got up himself and started walking out, not intending to add anything to the conversation.

“Hey Nath,” Castiel called out from across the bar. Nathaniel looked back languidly and furrowed his brows quickly at the sight. Castiel grinned, flipping him off. “Eat shit and die.”

Nathaniel flipped him off, in this weird mutual standoff. “Yes, fuck you too.” The two chuckle as they go their separate ways for the night.

[[If you enjoyed, please consider donating to my Ko-Fi! Need help with dog funds for my little boy Jacob who has developed severe arthritis. ]]

[themclbird]

I have an idea...

There’s no denying that I love when I get to write for Alexy and Cade. Two drabbles posted here (as well as countless others you guys haven’t seen) was all it took for me to realise how strong that love was. Writing Alexy in a happy and healthy relationship is what he deserves. As such I want to write a chaptered piece for them. Something that is light, fluffy, and explores the different aspects of their relationship.

Seeing as this will be a (hopefully long) chaptered piece I figure it would be best for me to post it on my all but abandoned AO3 account and link the chapters here when they’re released.

But, before I even get started on it I want to know if it’s something that you guys would be interested in reading. So please like or reblog this post if an Alexy/Cade fanfic is something that you’d like to see from me.

[otomelavenderhaze]

Hi! ☺️ Do you know where I can find mclul fanfics? Even if they are drabbles! Thank you! ❤️

That is a issue, cuz I’m not sure if anyone are doing those already. 

You probably tried, but I will ask anyway: did you tried to find anyone in your server’s forum? I know that ppl used to post in the game’s forum. Aside from that I didn’t noticed any blog doing drabbles about the new crushes and such =/

Sorry for not be of much help… 

[caemec]

• LIES, ALWAYS •

Type : Drabble • angst • sadness • breakup storyline

Characters : Reader • Armin x ...

Warning : No happy ending. Armin’s people, just be ready (and I’m sorry and I love you and I also love him, if it can help ?)

Ask : 36. You’ve shown me what love can feel like.

Drinking because of sadness always had been a pretty bad idea. Even more when you just saw your ancient boyfriend, unseen during the three last years, at the birthday party of his twin and actually best friend of yours, his arms happily embracing a beautiful and charismatic woman.

Who wasn’t you.

Saying you wanted to scream your anger to his - their - pretty faces right away, sending him back from wherever he came, and maybe throw up your glass on her very good-looking dress was a euphemism. Somewhere in your mind, images of both of you from prior years wouldn’t go away, reminding you how lucky you were.

Funny how time could wake up unspoken emotions that never came up when it should, to make you realise he wasn’t just a guy among many. You had to wait the day you woke up alone to understand what kind of mistake you had done.

You had let him stay by your side for a year. A whole fucking year of promises you didn’t truly want to follow, of actions to calm him down, and of meaningless words. You let him believe you, you let him live in a lie. And then, the day you had enough, you just destroyed him in a single sentence.

He was deeply in love with you. And you were too. Just not at the same time.

And that’s why, despite all the bitterness and damages that were ranting inside you, you tried.

You tried so much to keep the feelings still, very well blocked in your throat, even when he approached you, a wonderful smile on his lips after having recognized you. You let him kiss your cheek as if it wasn’t a big deal anymore, you falsely happily listened to him when everything inside you shattered.

Liar, liar, liar.

Even when he presented you that perfect creature by his side, you let him casually introduce you as “it’s [Y/N], my ex” , as if it wouldn’t have a huge effect on your already so broken heart, and you just smiled.

Karma was definitely a bitch, you would brazenly think, when she decided to hug you with so much warmth you just wanted to hate her. But couldn’t.

Because with this simple action, it was all said.

How much she trusted him to go greeting his ex with happiness. How much they were deeply in love with each other, when their hands wouldn’t stop touching and their eyes would show unspoken feelings that brought him sparkles of joy. How much she was the one in his life and dreams, having taken a place you once thought would be yours forever.

How could have you one day come to take Armin for granted ? You wish you could go back in time and slap your old self, because he wasn’t your meant to be without you loving and fighting for him like he truly deserved it. Like he did for you.

“Gosh, I am so happy to see you again, you have no idea. How are you doing since all those years ?”

Pretty bad since we broke up, actually.

It’s been three years, it was me who asked for it, I know I’m the one who screw up everything in less than one sentence.

And every time I’m thinking about you, I just hate myself for what I did. You didn’t deserve it. I didn’t deserve you.

And that’s why I can’t tell you that. I have no rights. I would just screw up everything, once again, I would have to see your teary eyes, once again, I would have to deal another three years with the idea I just broke your heart and couldn’t let you be. Once again.

I won’t, because I wish you to be happy, I wish her to bring you joy like you did for me before.

I was too selfish, too childish to understand how perfect you were. Now, I lost you, and all I can do for you is to let you go and have the beautiful life you are meant to have. If I’m not in it, that’s okay. I will pass through it, eventually.

The most important is that you can smile again, and will never be stopped. And certainly not by me.

You’ve shown me what love can feel like. Now it’s my turn to let you meet this feeling. Forever.

“I’m happy too, actually” you let escape with another actor’s grin.

You lied to him before, so you could do it again. For a good reason, this time.

[armin-ask-mcl]

Press Start: Master post Writings

SO, for new and old I present my drabbles. Which honestly could be considered one shots in some aspects. I write short stories in some asks as well but they are hard to find. 

Please keep in mind some of these are like more than 4 years old. While I like the idea of my old writings, they have a lot of issues technically wise. I’ll write short summaries for each one and update when I make more. If I put a * next to it, I super recommend it. Top is past and bottom is more present writing.

Candy (Kizmet) is sick and a conflicted Armin tries his best to help,ask drabble

Armin potentially wants to hang out with a girl, song drabble

Listening to music, Armin begins to animate his fantasy in class. song drabble

Alexy tries to get to the bottom of what’s bothering his brother. Head canon; middleschool *

Life is fleeting. One moment Alexy was there, the next... Muse drabble *

It was fine. Everything was normal. Castiel is just strapped to a chair...naked. Bit of crack drabble

 Alexy confronts Armin on his reclusive nature soon after Alexy began dating. Not a brotherxbrother thing at all. Head canon. *

Armin and Candy spend the evening gaming together

As a gamer, you have many lives and many destinies. Head canon. *** That’s how much I loved this one.

Always a winner. No matter the price. Randomly written to a Hunger Games reblog.

Castiel and Armin go head to head in the ultimate battle: Mario Kart. * Head canon

Armin spends more time with Lucy, believing they have a lot in common. Little did he know... Part 1. No Part 2 yet. 

What does it feel like to get game over? Candy says she has to leave. Headcannon. *

There’s a moment of hesitation. Would she think twice about him? Song muse, NathxCandy (Not Armin related)

Armin’s game capture card for life is broken, and now it’s nothing but grey. Headcanon, after HSL and during UL. Part 1, no Part 2 yet. *

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[themclbird]

Back In The Saddle

 I’m back. For real this time.

The only way I could bring myself to be here, working on drabbles again, was unfortunately to clear out my to-do list. A clean slate. Nothing to catch up on. I’m sorry to everyone who made requests that I never got to, you have no idea how awful I’ve felt while tossing up this course of action for the last month or so but this is what I needed to do in order to not let this blog completely die in my heart.

I am, of course, taking requests. However I’m not taking requests for specific Candy’s. I think that they have always been a struggle for me and although I want to write for all of you with your characters, it’s not something I’m in a place to do at this point. But please, feel free to send me MCL and MCLUL characters you want to see along with accompanying scenarios.

Please let me write for you all again.

[themclbird]

So... I’ve been gone from this blog for a little while. I’m sorry for vanishing without an explanation. Even now, I don’t exactly have one. For a small while this blog simply stopped being something I checked every day, every week, every fortnight to the point where I stopped checking it completely.

I can’t say that I’m inspired to type any drabbles at the moment. I’m actually a little scared to look at the list of drabbles I need to work on to the point where I’m tempted to remove them all and start over.

But, that doesn’t seem fair to any of you.

Although I may not be inspired to type at the moment, I want to get this blog back up and running. So if you have any aesthetic requests for characters in MCL or MCLUL please send them my way. I won’t be taking requests for candy’s at the moment, but I’m sure that will change soon. If it does, I will let you know~!

[themclbird]

So you like to write NSFW fanfics but you don't like the maturity of mclul? Isn't that a little hypocrittical?

I got this question a few days ago and have been trying to figure out the wording to my answer since. Hopefully I can do my own answer justice.

The short answer is: No.

Writing NSFW drabbles isn’t something that I particularly like or dislike. It’s something that people request a lot and that I have no problem with writing, but it’s not actually what I created this blog to write. My original plan had been to fill this blog with fluff pieces.

By taking people’s requests this meant that I was going to be writing the occasional NSFW pieces. I was aware of this and had no problem with it. Then a sinweek came along (which I willingly chose to take part in) and suddenly that was all I was writing for a while. Even after that sinweek ended I was still mostly getting NSFW requests.

But it’s inaccurate of me to blame this solely on the requests I receive. NSFW pieces are something that I have mentioned on numerous occasions to be something that I will write for people. I also frequently mention that I reserve the right to turn down any request that comes into my inbox. Therefore trying to say that this is the fault of the requests I receive is simply incorrect. I chose to open myself to NSFW requests. I chose to do these requests. Every NSFW drabble on my blog was a choice of mine.

The fact that these are choices are key here, and are what I believe to be what removes the hypocrisy from this situation.

The things that I write on this blog aren’t canon. They aren’t affiliated with the game or the site. All that I do is take the characters and put them in different scenarios. All of it is nothing more than playing out possibilities and having a little bit of fun.

In contrast, everything within the game itself is canon. They are, in nature, completely affiliated to the game. And so when a game that was once light, fluffy, and perhaps even childish in nature turns away from this in order to have a more mature feel to it that (rarely expertly) deals with serious issues, contains high contents of alcohol, and gives its players little to no way of opting out of these themes it’s an issue to me.

In my opinion, I am allowed to make mature content that is nothing but pure fantasy for a game with the knowledge that it won’t make it into the game itself and be upset when the game starts to lead itself into those same themes. What I create is fantasy and is there for people to pick and choose. Anything that I create can be opted out of. Anyone who is uncomfortable with the themes that I touch on can avoid it. When these same themes are included in MCL/MCLUL there is no way of avoiding it other than not playing the game (which is upsetting for people who wish to continue the story without going through the maturer moments).

My drabbles are optional. The game’s writing is not. The game gives you no choice.