#weakness of mine qwq

[prowlspaparazzi]

That Dreadwing fic was amazing 🥺♥️!! Could you do something similar with wheeljack and/or starscream?

yo i got this ask on aug 6th and its the 31st im so sorry this is so late qwq hence why i call them “suggestions” and not “requests” cuz idk if im gonna even FOCKIN write. I only wrote it with Wheeljack for now but I may do Starscream (just a dif universe Starscream) at another time. wheeljack DOES call reader doll in this and that's like the ONLY implication of the reader being “femme” I try to write my readers as gn as possible but I couldn’t see Wheeljack calling his s/o any other nickname doll is just too perf. 

ANYWAYS. roll film. no tws there's no vomit like last time.

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TFP!Wheeljack x sick!(kinda)femme!reader

You struggled to hoist yourself up on the passenger seat of Wheeljack's ship. A little more than usual, which was odd. You pushed the thought from your mind as you looked out the front window.

"Another energon mine?" You asked.

"Yep. Gotta mark this one on the map for later use." Wheeljack answered, punching in some buttons on the side.

"Y'know...I'm down to steal a cube of energon from one of these places for you." You commented, turning to face him.

He continued inputting coordinates. "Heists are pretty dangerous, doll. Sure you're up for it?" Wheeljack asked. He was worried about you getting captured, but he wasn't a controlling lover by any means.

You were about to assure him, when a gust of wind picked up outside, causing the ship to tilt slightly. Wheeljack was quick to steady it but you, not so much. You shifted your stance to catch yourself but unfortunately, your knees gave out causing you to land with an 'oomph!' on the large metal seat you stood on.

You tried to laugh it off but were thrown into a string of nasty coughs. You covered your mouth to catch any germs and phlegm and turned away from Wheeljack, preoccupied with this coughing fit.

"You alright, doll?" Wheeljack asked with concern.

"Ugh. I don't feel alright." You answered after you were done. The familiar and indescribable feeling of malaise began to settle in your body. You were tired before sure, but after that coughing fit, you were now exhausted.  Your body began to ache and your arms felt weak.

"Hm. Better get you to the Autobot base. The other humans will know what to do." Slowly, the ship lifted and began to soar through the air.

You wanted to retort and say you could take care of this yourself, but instead, you resigned to rolling your eyes and laying down in the passenger seat.

-

After a quick WebMD diagnosis from Jack, Raf, and Miko, you all reached a consensus. You had the flu.

"I know I'm sick and everything, but do I really have to be in the hospital bed the whole time?" You spoke out loud to Wheeljack once the base had emptied out.

"Makes me think the flu is a lot worse than it probably is," Wheeljack responded, masking his worry. He had yet to familiarize himself with common human occurrences like annual illnesses.

"Trust me it's not. Lasts for a week, tops. As long as I take care of myself, that is." You reassured him, changing the position of the damp towel on your forehead. You unknowingly sighed in frustration.

"Something else on your mind? Other than that rag?" Wheeljack asked.

You shook your head absentmindedly. "It's just... I hate that this is happening right now. Like it couldn't wait? I just absolutely HAD to get sick right as I'm suggesting a way for me to contribute?"

"Contribute?"

"Well- I mean- Like I-" You stammered a bit. "I mean, I was hoping to do a tiny little energon heist as a way to be helpful to you... Sometimes I..." You stalled, afraid to put your strife into words.

With a bitter and defeated sigh, you continued. "Sometimes I feel guilty for not contributing and helping you. Sure I'll go in and take pics and record stuff but I get this feeling I should be doing more for you."

"____, you don't need to do more." Wheeljack seemed sad as he spoke. It hurt him to see you put so much weight on yourself.

"But I want to." You rebutted.

"It wouldn't be fair of me or anyone else to put that pressure on you. So don't go doing it to yourself. Having you around is all the help I need from you. You and your pretty doll eyes remind me why I keep fighting those 'cons. The only thing I expect of you is just..." Wheeljack lifted one of his hands to graze the side of your face. His metal digit was rigid and scratched up from over the years of fighting and tinkering, yet he was so gentle with you.

"Stay with me for as long as you want. And stay being my doll." Wheeljack's expression softened into a gentle smile, with lovesick eyes that met yours. The bitter feeling in your chest bloomed into a giddy, shy feeling. You hid your face in your hands in embarrassment, hiding your reddened face.

Wheeljack scoffed at you endearingly. "Geez, you got me all soft now like the other bots." He quickly glanced behind him to check for any others. After making sure the coast was clear he began to mass shift into a smaller form, easier to hug and kiss.

One of his servos wrapped around your torso, while the other one gently pulled your hands away from your face.

"When you get better we can still do that heist if you really want to. For the purposes of having fun and ticking off the 'cons, of course." Wheeljack met your eyes with that oh-so-familiar gleam of excitement.

"You make me feel better already." You spoke just above a whisper, your face inches from his. He smiled in response, his spark fluttering from holding you so close.

"Well not really. I still feel congested but... Y'know what I mean." You chuckled and Wheeljack laughed as well. You met his gaze and spoke again. "I'm sorry that our adventures are put on hold because of me." You smiled sadly at him.

Wheeljack shrugged. " It's not your fault. Plus, a rest stop doesn't hurt every once in a while. We can watch some of those movies you're always talking about as you get better. Just rest up and stay cozy for me."

"Oh wait there's actually a movie I've been wanting you to watch!" You squirmed out of Wheeljack's grasp and grabbed your laptop from your bag. The laptop landed with a soft plop on the hospital bed and you started typing in your password.

Wheeljack faced the screen but watched you during the entire process. You probably didn't realize the grip you had over his spark, and your quiet mumbles as you guided through web pages were so cute. He was in love, with you, and every detail of you.

Little did he know, you could see his lovesick eyes staring at you through the reflection of the laptop screen. On impulse, you turned your head and gave him a quick peck on the lips and turned your head back to the screen.

"There it is. Ok, I'm gonna press play." You spoke and you scooted over to give Wheeljack some room to sit. He opted to instead lift you up and sit you down in front of him.

"How's this?" Wheeljack asked. His voice was low and close to your ear. You knew he was doing this on purpose and you almost wanted to scoff at him. You decided to lean back into him.

"This is nice." You answered, a smile on your face.

"Yeah. It is." He replied.

[rosicae]

Writing tip or something - planning scenes

Writing difficult scenes is always a struggle. Here are some tips to make the process a little easier, and more importantly, actually get something done instead of staring at a blank page for two months (guilty).

First, let's start where you left off. Maybe they're exploring the dark woods trying to find their lost cat and they come across a beast. Great! Battle scene time.

The first thing you need to ask yourself is what you'll get out of this battle. The main points, or plot-twists, if there are any. For example: Maybe the cat turned into the beast and they only realise as it lies dying; maybe one of the main characters die; maybe they find a key in the beast's skull; maybe they spare the beast and it becomes their friend; maybe the beast just dies and that's it. I'm not judging, there's a plethora of reasons you'd do anything in stories. Most scenes should have some sort of lead, whether it be key or death or kiss or whatever, depending on what sort of story you're cooking, but it's up to you.

So, figure out your main point. For simplicity's sake, I'll go with: “They kill the beast, they find a key”. Finding the key will be a clear lead to their next move. But for now, let's focus on the current scene.

You're going to want to order the events. Writing scenes like this off the bat can be pretty hard, so let's just go with what we know first.

I'm not joking when I say a lot of my scenes start out sort of like this.

Now, to build upon this beauty, we have to dig into each segment. Let's start with part A!

PART A - “Rosi encounters a beast.”

What sort of beast is it? A slimy tentacle monster? A catfish-pirate? A deformed bear? Dracula?? Your decision will affect the entire scene, so really think about what you choose. Monsters are super fun, so be creative if your story allows it! I'll pick a duck-faced bear spider hybrid. What does that do? It might help to draw your monster if it's a struggle to think it through. Here's mine!

As you think about their appearance, see how you can use it to their advantage or flaw. You might even already have ideas for certain moves during their fight, or what could be the fatal blow. We'll talk more on that later though.

Next on Part A, how did she encounter it? Was she up in the trees trying to check the sun's direction when suddenly it barreled into her and threw her down the tree? Did she trip over a log only to realise it wasn't a log but an angry treant? Is the forest cursed and monsters just keep chasing after her for no reason??? Maybe she's holding a tracker and the evil villain is sending the monsters after her.... it's good to think about, in the long run. For now though, let's just stick with: "she bumped into the beast"

But try to make it fancy. What was her reaction to bumping into it? Why would she bump into it? Maybe she wasn't looking while she was running and kept bumping into trees, but then one tree was actually the monster. The monster is clearly very fluffy (would probably make a good blanket), so let's make that a clear point.

So now we've got:

“Rosi was running along the forest without properly watching where she was going, when she bumped into a tree - but it was fluffy and warm and beating, not a tree. It was a bear duck spider beast. OOOO! SLAP SLAP!”

Slap slap being “the beast slapped her in her confused daze”, because who wouldn't be surprised if a tree was actually a duck-bear hybrid? This happens to be a perfect initiation to begin battling! On to part B!

PART B - “She fights the beast and kills it.”

This is absolutely the hardest part. It'll take careful consideration and pacing and- oh whatever let's just slap in every action thing we can think of. Even if you think it isn't good, even if it's just little phrases or actions or fancy words or teeny tiny segments you aren't sure about, it's good. Just do it.

-beast slaps her in her confusion/daze and she hits her back against a tree, much pain

-beast snaps its flappy duck beak and honks a bunch, muddling her brain

-rosi throws rocks at it

-rosi somehow breaks off its spider legs, unbalancing it

-beast uses its spider legs to crawl everywhere and be very agile and hard to fend off

-beast stabs her with its stabby legs

-maybe an injury from being slapped around

-rosi tries to run but it's always there

-rosi smacks its beak, very annoyed

-beast forces her to the dirt and pummels her with its stabby paws

-rosi evades its stabbies because the green drippy stuff looks like venom

-venom touches nature stuff and makes it wither

-beast lets out a bellow that shakes the earth and topples trees

-rosi avoids the trees to not die

-rosi scrambles to get up

-the most important thing is to somehow open its skull: plunge a verrryyy strong stick through its eye that tears out the key; or somehow trick it to stab itself with its venom spider legs and it withers and turns to bone/ashes and yay key (I like the second one so I'll go with that, but it's always good to list out your options!)

So I basically just took parts of the forest and parts of the beast's body and natural instincts of someone who is facing death and, adding some creativity, threw together a bunch of possibilites. It might take some practice, but once you're in the flow and have some experience listing this stuff, you'll get the hang of it in no time. Thoughts tend to be short and snappy in quick-paced scenes, so be careful not to go into a whole monologue about their past experiences, but absolutely show some reasoning to the complex things they do if necessary. And leave the monologing for when they're not being killed.

Now let's order them into something that sort of makes sense. It varies depending on what you want, so see if you can make your own unique battle scene out of this list!

-beast slaps her in her confusion/daze and she hits her back against a tree, much pain

-rosi scrambles to get up

-maybe an injury from being slapped around (tree + back + sudden slap = pain, this might be a good time to mention if they already have a flaw like having weak bones or an old injury, but if it isn't your intention to incapacitate them and you want to be realistic, have a reason for them not to insta-die without being op. Maybe she was just slapped into bushes and got little scrapes or a twisted ankle. Maybe she had a plushy backpack that took most of the impact. Remember where your character gets injured too, since pain usually hurts for a while and it's good to add that in wherever needed now and later. It can even drive the story along at times, like a life-threatening blow.)

-beast lets out a bellow that shakes the earth and topples trees

-rosi avoids the trees to not die

-rosi tries to run but it's always there

-beast uses its spider legs to crawl everywhere and be very agile and hard to fend off

-venom touches nature stuff and makes it wither (she notices here and thinks oh no, that is bad, can't let that touch me)

-rosi throws rocks at it (misses because it's agile)

-beast forces her to the dirt and pummels her with its stabby paws

-beast snaps its flappy duck beak and honks a bunch, muddling her brain

-rosi smacks its beak, very annoyed

-beast stabs her with its stabby legs (or tries, let's not kill her just yet if we're deciding on venom QwQ Maybe she uses a plank of wood to save herself last second)

-rosi evades its stabbies because the green drippy stuff looks like venom

X-rosi somehow breaks off its spider legs, unbalancing it (delete because the lower idea is better, but maybe earlier one of the rocks she threw can unbalance it a bit and it jumps on her to attack closer because it feels threatened)

-rosi somehow tricks it to stab itself with its venom spider legs and it withers and turns to bone/ashes and yay key (she tricks it by deflecting it with something strong, like a boulder behind her, she got out of the way just as it does a slash at her, and it bounces perfectly into itself

And just like that, ordering and expanding on every part, you've got yourself an entire fight! Obviously it isn't as easy as counting to ten and opening a pot to a finished piece, but if you just take ten minutes or, better yet, an hour, you'll get somewhere. All you need is the base.

PART C - “She finds a key in its skull.”

Keys are shiny, and if it's daytime, maybe some light can twinkle off it as it falls, or she could just notice it because who wouldn't notice a key trapped in bones? Either way, she picks it up, as you do (unless you want an eagle to swoop in and take it, in which case rosi will have to chase after it and climb a tree and try to take it back from its nest and blahdy blah but rosi doesn't feel like moving anymore after the fight, so let's go with the easier option for now). She might have to wrench it out of bones, but it's fine, she's already dirty from the battle.

So what's the key look like, hmm? Is it rusty and old, or fleshy but firm and warm as suited for being trapped in brains for so long? Or oozing in the same venom, and she has to wipe it off with special fabric only trolls deeper in the forest are capable of making, or throw it in a lake to purify it? Maybe it's short, or missing half that you have to find somewhere along the journey. What does it unlock? Rosi won't know now, obviously, but you'd better have an idea or there'd be no point to it in the first place. Maybe this entire journey is in her mind and she's finding parts of a key to unlock her memory which will be a door to her childhood house. Maybe it's a master key to the villain's castle. Maybe it was accidentally baked in a cookie the beast ordered from a special fish-headed-cat-run bakery, and the little workers will be scrambling around to find the key and be so grateful that rosi brings it back that they hail her as king of fish-headed cats. You never know :D...except you kinda have to, so please have some sort of idea even if it's small.

That's practically all you can do in this part, so next we're on-

PART D - “She questions the key, then goes off to seek reason for it.”

Assuming she collects the key, what are her thoughts? It's all down to personality. Let's say rosi loves keys, and she has a whole collection at home, and she loves shiny things. She'll probably squee at the sight of it and act very excited - "she snatched up the key and chirruped her glee (oh hey, that rhymes!), and after a quick inspection with gleaming eyes, she tucked it safely in her pocket alongside trinkets from the seaside."

Because, you know, obviously she was at the seaside before all this. Or whatever else she was doing. It's your call. It's their personality. It's an optional connection, but a valid one nevertheless. Careful though - if she carries too much, she might get weighed down and drown.

In her case, she doesn't really think too hard on the key. Maybe she's already fought plenty of monsters and gotten a nice treasure trove of stuff. Maybe she's an air-head. Cough. Either way, the obstacle is gone so now she can go off and do what she was doing before - albeit a little more cautious, provided she learns from experience. If there's a clear indicator of what the key is for, or if the character was actively seeking it out, that'll obviously give a different outcome - maybe they'll turn back the way they came (car keys), or head for the town of blue oak (blue key) if that is already in their knowledge database, or ask the next person they see and get guided or tricked.

Finally, let's put this baby together! Let's start simple for now and just slap together this monstrosity with whatever little stuff we think of in the moment and some proper tense. We can build it up later (not here lol I've spent too much on this but you can if you want).

~~Rosi's Magical Adventure~~

Rosi ran along the forest without properly watching where she was going, when she bumped into a tree – but it was fluffy and warm and beating, not a tree. It was a bear duck spider beast.

Fish. That definitely shouldn't exit.

The beast slapped her in her daze and her back slammed against a tree. Despite being in pain, she scrambled to get up. She staggered, feeling the pierce in her ribs, the ache in her feet, the scream in her head that told her to run. It was drowned out under the beast's bellow. The earth shook and trees toppled one after another. Rosi spun on her heel and ran, avoiding the trees that twisted her path.

Even when she thought she outran it, it was always a step behind, a step above, a step ahead. Its spindly legs granted it an agility she couldn't imagine matching. Not only that – wherever the ends of those legs touched, an iridescent liquid spurted out, withering blooming manes and wilting once-proud trunks in an instant.

She shivered. She couldn't let it touch her. Realising that her (flee, running, escaping – whenever you can't think of the right words in the moment, just think of whatever is the closest and use that until you find the right word, or you might waste an hour racking your brains when you could just keep writing) was futile, she pounced into a rolling stop by a mound of rocks. It disoriented the beast for but a moment as she scooped a handful of rocks and hurled them at it. Most missed, or melted into its ragged coat, but a few landed directly against its uppermost legs. It gave an unnerved honk and flung itself at her, forcing her to the dirt, pummeling her with monstrous paws and claws that snapped her skin as she raised her hands to defend her face.

It honked. She grimaced. Her vision blurred and brain muddled with every honk. On impulse, one hand shot out to smack its flapping beak. Its pupils contorted, enraged by her sacrilege, and its spindle-legs shot towards her.

Just in time, she rolled free and pulled herself up, evading the blows that scattered poison over melting green. One hit went into a boulder. The boulder didn't budge. It was ineffective. It sparked an idea in Rosi, but she wasn't sure, so she waited until it happened again, and again it hit a boulder and bounced without damaging the boulder. She danced her way around the clearing, then stopped directly in front of boulder, facing the beast with her lips twisted into a wry smile.

The stabby leg slashed her way, but she ducked out of the way at the last second. Unable to redirect its blow, the leg bounced off the boulder and went directly into the beast's skull. The venom was quick to engulf the beast. Its skin vanished like the trees. It was only (bones, skeletal structure remained) and it fell before her. (If you still aren't sure how to write a part, break it down even further, even if it looks stupid. Keep breaking down everything as much as you need, until everything is plain to see and there are no misunderstandings. Then add on, and keep adding on, until you eventually understand.)

Streams of sunlight (because a lot of the trees died, so now there's some light in the forest) glinted off a surface lodged in the bones. Realising the rusty old metal to be a key, she snatched it up and chirruped her glee, and after a quick inspection with gleaming eyes, she tucked it safely in her pocket alongside trinkets from the seaside. Then she turned and limped her way back home, wondering why she came in the first place as blood trailed after her.

~~The End~~

It isn't perfect – far from it – but it doesn't matter. It's a start. You can work with it. You can keep going. Finish the chapter by repeating this process over and over, then go back and polish it when you've let the experience sink in a bit. Who knows where you'll go??? (ﾟヮﾟ)/

I spent almost three hours on this instead of writing my own book, and I'm tired, so I don't know if this makes sense, but I hope it's helpful a little??? I tried not to make it complex as much as possible so people of many levels can understand and hopefully get something out of it;;;

It's the method I've been using for a long time, especially when I'm in a difficult part or just can't get myself to write anything. Start simple, get something done, and keep going.

….....which I realise is the complete opposite of what I'm doing. Oh gosh what have I done OAAAAAO

….also this is really long and I'm scared so I'm not even going to hard read it over or edit now that I'm done writing.

ROSI OUT

[mx-chaz]

Where is my mind? - Kerry Eurodyne x V

Finished Cyberpunk 2077 yesterday and just couldn’t sleep because I had to many feelings QwQ So I had to write this of my chest and share it. Maybe contains spoilers for the ending where you trust Arasaka! And sorry for any mistakes. English is not my native language.

Where is my mind?

I'm back on earth. Still kinda feel empty knowing that I'll die. I did everything ... and still there is nothing that could save me.

I have no idea how I should spend my last months. Could hide in my apartment and pretend I'm already dead. Or could just continue my job as merc and do jobs till I pass out.

I scrolled through some old messages from Kerry.

“Heeey, how's it hanging? Everything all right? I'll just come right out and say it - I miss you. Just a little bit though ;) You coming by anytime soon?”

“Miss you too, if you can believe that. See? We're tuned to the same frequency. I'll try to swing by sometime.”

“Preem. I'll be waiting!”

*~*~*

“Been thinking about you...”

“Thinking about you too. You're like some chorus to this incredible song that's been stuck on my head lately. On loop :)”

“What's new? Still conquering the world with music?”

“Planning to! :) don't really know if there's anything left to conquer though. You're already mine, right? (I know, I knooooow, it's cringe. But I couldn't hold myself back!)”

My heart aches reading that conversation again. I really should visit him. Finally.

*~*~*

So ... now I'm staying in front of Kerry's door to seek comfort. Even so I feel like I don't deserve it.

I called him over the intercom.

“It's V,” I said and the door opens.

Moments later I feel Kerry's arms around me, hugging me tight. I felt a little better, closed my eyes, hugged him back and hoped we could stay like this forever.

And this was the moment where I couldn't stop my tears from falling anymore.

I wanted to leave. Kerry shouldn't see me like this. Shouldn't see me this weak.

He shouldn't see you like this V? Are you fucking stupid? You came here seeking comfort. For Love. Because you wanted to see him.

He should see you like this. He should know about what was going on. If you didn't want  this then you could have just stayed in your apartment.

“I'm here, V. Whatever you need, I'm here.”

I broke down.

Cried even more.

I don't deserve him. I don't deserve his love. I don't deserve this kind treatment. I don't deserve to live.

*~*~*

I woke up again. Had no clue where I was. Slowly the memory fades back in.

I went to visit Kerry and cried in his arms and obviously fainted.

Well ... good work, V.

“Are you feeling better, V?” Kerry entered the room and sat beneath me on his bed.

“I guess ... yeah a little bit. Thank you.”

“No need to thank me,” Kerry admitted. “It made me happy that you actually came to visit me. Thought I would have to wait forever ... or that your feelings might have vanished into thin air while you were up there in orbit.”

Kerry really looked a little bit afraid, but one moment later there was a bright smile on his face.

“Look ... uhm, about that. We have to talk.”

The emptiness in me didn't want to fade.

“You want to end our relationship ... or whatever we had ...?” Kerry looked so sad that I stopped breathing for a moment.

“Yes ... and no. It is your decision. I would do it to hurt you less. I want you to be happy ... but you can't be happy with me.”

I reached for his hand.

“V ...? I don't understand. I want to be happy with you. Spend time together. Get to know you more.”

“I want that too, Ker. I want that too…” I whispered. “Fuck…” I wiped my tears away which had started to fall again.

“Then why do you want to leave me?”

“Cause I will die and I don’t want to hurt you.”

I wasn’t able to look into his face.

“Everyone dies.” Kerry replied.

“Of course everyone dies at some point, but I have only a couple of months left and knowing this sucks …” I paused.

Trying to get my thoughts straight. “When I would leave you now, you would have an easier time to just forget me and live on.”

And because of my fucking tears I couldn’t see a thing clearly but just one second later there were Kerry’s arms around me … again.

“I … the biochip damaged my body in an irreparable way … in my final weeks I’ll only be able to lay in bed …”

“V … this maybe sounds stupid to you, but I won’t leave you.”

“But … why? I don’t get it. Yeah … we kinda fell in love but we don’t know shit about each other.”

“Then we use the next months for this. I want you to stay. It wouldn’t change a thing if you would leave now. I couldn’t really forget Johnny and we had more of a love-hate relationship while we were friends.”

Kerry wiped away my tears with his hands and looked me deep in the eyes.

“I’ll promise that you’ll get to know me and hopefully I’ll get to know you in return, okay?”

I nodded. Unable to speak. The emptiness in me was still there, but not as dark as before. Arasaka let me down and I still feel like I betrayed Johnny ... but Kerry? Kerry wouldn’t let me down. This time I was sure.

“You know what? The first time I met you … I thought you were just some crazy idiot that had played in a band with Johnny Silverhand. But on that balcony … there I felt like you showed me something of the real Kerry Eurodyne. The Kerry Eurodyne you keep safe behind a wall where no one would hurt him. And I’m excited to learn more about him.”

“You will, V” he leaned in to kiss me and I kissed him back.

“I love you, V.”

“I love you, Ker.“

[picochupi]

Angel/Husk for the ship thing

When I started shipping them: Oh man, to be honest it took a good day or two, it wasn’t til I saw a post pointing at Angel making lovey eyes at Husk that I realized “AWWW HE IN LOVE”

My thoughts: God, honestly??? HECKING LOVE THESE TWO, grumpy/free spirited trope gets me everytime!

What makes me happy about them: Where to even start honestly, Those few scenes of Angel gushing over Husk was just really precious! Like, of all the demons, he saw grumpy cat and was like “AND IIII WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOOOOUUU” And like...Both are super fluffy, the cuddling these would have! And...And I just really love Husk, I’m a huge cat nerd...;w;

What makes me sad about them: It’s too early to say if they’ll be canon, I am not ready to get emotionally attached to these two only for Angel to turn around and be like “Sorry Husk, but like...I ran into this dragonfly and like...”

Things done in fanfic that annoys me: Now, I’ve only seen this in three so far, but why is Angel always the damsel in distress? My boy doesn’t get credit, cause it’s pretty clear he could gun down a room without ruining his make up. Val, I can understand, But you can’t tell me Angel wouldn’t kill anyone for his loved ones

Things I look for in fanfic: If Husk or Angel is gonna be in danger, I just want them to put up at least a little fight, before becoming a pinata QwQ  I do love it when it when the other stands up to the attacker though! I love me some protectors! Man, what I’d give to have Angel walk up to Val after he talked shit about Husk like “Listen here motherfucker”

My wishlist: Bro, I’m just hoping neither of them get sent to the void, let my boys be safe!

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: Not gonna lie...there’s still so many characters for us to meet, But, I saw Angel x Baxter annnnd  Just saying Nerdy characters in love are another weakness of mine 030

My happily ever after for them: They don’t have to go to heaven, I just want them to hold hands!

[milasartblog]

Anoli's nightmare

I couldn't feel my body. Everything was so blurry, the sharp iron smell wrapped my nose. I tried to move, but something didn't allow me to do it. Pain. I looked at myself, and a huge wound appeared in front of my eyes.

Anoli: W-What the...?? H-How did it...happen??

I tried to move, it was hard. I looked around: everything was on fire. The city was not like before, thousands of humans were killed. I got scared.

Anoli: N-Nazeel!!! L-Liya!!! C-Chris!!! A-Axel!!!

I called my friends, but only silence was heard. With some effort, I made myself to move. Too much blood around, no living soul was here. I questioned myself who did this. But when i got to one destination.....my mouth fell from horror.

Anoli: No...nonononono!!! Chris!!!

I ran to my boyfriend. He was laying dead, no living sign was. Tears ran from my eyes. When i looked up, Liya and Axel were laying dead too. Even Lucifer and Michael were dead.

Anoli: Wait, they're...too?? How did it happen?? Who...did such horrible thing?? Nazeel!!

I called nephilim, but instead of him, a strange figure appeared in the dark coat. They didn't look friendly. They were levitating, were they even a human?

Anoli: Hey!!! D-Did you do all of this??

I shouted at them with fear, but they only smirked. I couldn't see their eyes, nor couldn't see if they were woman or man. My wings were too weak, more over, they inched from pain, like they were broken. Suddenly, stranger lifted up someone. It was Nazeel. He was covered in wounds, crying. I was shocked.

Anoli: NAZEEL!!!

I tried to fly, but got down by stranger.

Stranger: No use to fight, my dear~ Nephilim's power is mine now~

Nazeel: M-Momma....I-I'm so sorry.....

I tried to speak, but no sound came from me. How I hated myself at this moment, for being weak, helpless. Suddenly, stranger lifted Nazeel and began to use their powers. I tried to prevent them, but no use.

And then.....

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Anoli: NOOOO!!!

I opened my eyes widely and stood up. A cold sweat covered my body as I looked around. Was it all just a dream? I examined my body, there was no wound, no blood. It was all...just a dream. Or more like, a nightmare. I sighed with relief as i heard footsteps, coming to my room. It was Liya. She opened the door with rush.

Liya: Anoli, what happened?? I heard your shout!

She looked worried at me, noticing my tears coming from my eyes. I breathed deeply.

Anoli: I'm okay, i'm okay. It's just....it's just a terrible dream.

Liya: Dream? Sounds more like nightmare. What happened?

Anoli: I....I saw you and....Nazeel!

I quickly rushed to Nazeel's room as Liya was surprised by my sudden rush. When I got there,I carefully opened the door.

Anoli: N-Nazeel?

When i entered the room, my heart and soul calmed down as Nazeel was safe and sound, sleeping peacefully with his bear. I sighed with relief.

Anoli: Phew, he is safe and alive. That's good...that's good.

I tried to calm down, but tears kept coming as my back faced the wall. Liya came closer to me.

Liya: Anoli, is everything okay?

But I couldn't answer to her. I was too scared by nightmare as I lost my voice. I wanted to cry things out. Liya hugged me tighly.

Liya: Come on, let's go to kitchen, i will bring the glass of water.

And we went to the kitchen. For couple of minutes we were in the kitchen. I told her about my nightmare, how terrible it was, and that she and others were dead. She was astonished by my words, but still tried to cheer me up, saying that it was just a dream, nothing more. However, we both knew that one day it could be real. Stranger in my dream could be the one, who killed Nazeel's parents, i was so sure about it. And yet, for now we couldn't do anything. Liya sighed.

Liya: Okay, we better go to sleep. Tomorrow with clear head we will see what we will do. We're safe for now.

I nodded to her and we both went to our separate rooms. However, I didn't fall asleep immediately. I still thought about this dream. I so wanted to talk to Chris, but i didn't want to wake him up. And yet, my worried heart won and i took my phone and called him. When i heard his sleepy voice, I sighed with relief.

Chris: Anoli, what's up?

Anoli: Hey, Chris

Chris: Why such late night call? Did something happen?

Anoli: Not really, just....just making sure that you're alright.

Chris:.....What nightmare did you have?

I couldn't help, but giggle softly, nothing could be hidden from him. I told him about the dream, about him and Nazeel, trying to hold my tears. When i finished telling, he tried to cheer me up, and yet in his voice a wave of nervous could be felt. He was so sweet even at such moments, brave. Then, he suggested to meet each other tomorrow, and I agreeded. And after this, we finished our call, wishing goodnight to each other and then I tried to fall asleep again. Maybe my second dream will be better.

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And that's another story for our universe^^ Being caretaker can take some powers and lead to some weird dreams qwq Hope such dreams will not appear again qwq

Anoli and Liya belong to @wildstarfan and @milasartblog (both me)

Chris and Nazeel belong to @captainthane

Okaria et Feria belongs to @wildstarfan and @captainthane

[666whatsyourvanishing]

Omg the "last words au"ask ahh right in the feels qwq but still hella beautiful written how do you do this ahahah catch me crying in the corner :^D well done dear author 🙇‍♂️💙but question could we get it this time with mc last words at the ro👀? Only if you want of course and if you have time :D (i hope you dont have too much stress)anyway have a beautiful day 💙😁🙇‍♂️

Omg thats one of the nicest asks I’ve gotten. I love writing snippets so I’m really glad you enjoyed them (and crying is the appropriate reaction, I almost did too ;-;). My only problem with writing snippets is that with this amount of ROs I have to keep it short which is a tough task as a writer. So I’m sorry if the answer is not the appropriate length that you were expecting (mind you I wrote this before I actually wrote the snippets, and let me tell you, they ARE long). I will, however, do my best! And I wish you a beautiful day as well, have a stress free day ❤️

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The shot was right below your stomach, and you felt this stinging feeling before feeling heavy. Almost like you stepped into hot water, you felt like drowning. The tiding was rising, and soon you met the floor, your body too numb to feel the impact of the fall. Your vision turned blurry but you could see a figure stood over you, so close that you could feel their warmth despite the fire inside you. You had trouble breathing but you reached out, not fully understanding how one could feel their own blood leave their body.

Caiden: Caiden was screaming your name way before you hit the floor. You were in their arms before you knew it; despite the pain in your abdomen, you felt nice, comfortable. “MC...” Caiden sobbed. 

You thought that maybe you would be the one crying, but your brain is losing blood, and you can barely even conjure any emotion besides a slow decrease of panic and pain. Caiden cradles you, and you hear more footsteps, then a few hands examining you, those aren’t Caiden’s. Forcing your eyes to move, you look around you... paramedics? Doctors? Not that they would be able to save you at this rate, you know what dying feels like.

“MC, look at me.” Caiden suggests, and your eyes move to their face. Seeing the worry in their eyes makes you feel weird and angry, but you have no energy for that. “I’m worried... No, that’s- Look. Doctors, the ambulance. Everything’s okay.”

You whimper very weakly, not a cry per say, but a breath laced with the fleeting life that’s leaving you. “I wish... I could fight harder. Just for you Caiden, but it’s too late to try now.”

“No, no. You can still fight.” Caiden pleads, slightly pulling you up closer to them. You never knew Caiden had such strength. They laugh shortly and anxiously. “You’re a fighter, you’re stubborn.”

You nod, eyes drooping. Your body is turning cold now. The irony of it really, death is weird like that. Your lose sense in your legs and soon your fingertips too, there’s an ache in your heart, or maybe your lungs. You can’t tell the difference anymore. It’s finally coming to you that this is it. Will there be a heaven like promised? Will there only be darkness? Will you cease to exist? It’s scary not knowing- no, it’s scary leaving Caiden. You won’t be able to tell them about it. 

You laugh for the last time, but it’s a rasp, the last breath. “I’ll see you Caiden, take your time.”

And as you die in their arms, those spoken words form on their wrist.

You would cry with Caiden if you could muster, but all that’s left is the heavy cold weight of the body you leave behind.

Jade: You’re drowning, in more ways than one. Your ears are ringing and you can barely hear Jade scream at you. You just know that whatever they’re saying goes from a shout to a whisper. With their arms around you, you feel their hair tickle your forehead, and their voice comes to you like an idea in a dream.

“Hey...” Your eyes move, as if they had been frozen. You finally see Jade right in front of you. And when I say in front of you, I mean directly in your face. They’re a breath away, and you’re looking at each other as if you were miles apart. They smile sadly when they get your focus, but you see their emerald eyes getting glassy. 

You cough a bit, trying to reply, your throat feels scratchy, as if the air in it is getting corrupted. It feels metallic in your tongue, your lungs burning from the inside out. But you smile back at them and croak, “Hey.”

Jade gulps and blinks, tears finally falling from their face into your own, everywhere they touch it feels cold, or maybe it’s just your own body getting hot. Despite what they would call ‘a shameful display of weakness’, they frown, really like they’re about to cry. 

“You’re still breathing. The ambulance is coming.” They mutter, voice breaking despite the confidence in their words. “You’re okay.”

“Am I? I feel weird.” You answer. Jade is cradling your face, and they smooth out their own tears in your face as they hear you speak. 

“How do you feel?”

“Like this body isn’t mine. Like I’m watching from the ground, but I don’t know where I am.” You explain and it feels true. Jade nods, but you’re unsure if they’re agreeing with you or just listening. “You can see me right?”

Jade chuckles surprised, it’s sad and weak. “Of course I do.” They caress your cheek again but this time you don’t feel it, you just see their hand move from the corner of your eye. It’s starting to come to you that you can’t feel anything. 

As you understand this, your vision grows smaller, there’s black spots everywhere. The corners are closing in and you feel like you’re being buried. You sigh, tired. This is it. You feel numb, like a stone in the earth. It’s getting darker but you can still see Jade look at you, begging with their eyes. You breathe out, one last time before you go. “I see you too.” 

Those very words engrave themselves on Jade’s wrist, and they glance at it briefly, gasping once they realize what just happened. Jade cries really hard this time, you don’t know for how long since you fade away, like falling asleep. But this time it’s forever.

Bo: Bo had managed to grab you before you touched the floor, so maybe that’s why you didn’t feel the impact. Their hands were warm, but everything felt warm and then hot, were they even touching you to begin with. You feel the ground, and like an anchor, your body attaches itself to it. Every limb of your body feels heavy and it takes strength for you to be able to grasp blindly for Bo.

They luckily, grab your hand before you find them. Your breathing quickens as you glance at them. “Bo, bo, what happened?” You ask, despite knowing what happened. You feel it in your abdomen, it feels like a frostbite, it’s too cold or hot you don’t know the difference, it just burns. Bo’s grip on you is tighter, and their eyes are wild.

“You got shot.” They explain, breathless. “But the doctors are here, and they’ll take care of you.”

“Will you be here?”

“I won’t leave you.” Bo’s answer is quick, like a reflex. You’re still holding hands with them, but as your hold lossens, theirs is the only thing keeping you afloat. You feel your heart no longer in your chest, it’s beating slowly all over your body, you feel it... but you don’t feel anything else.

Bo is staring at you attentively, they look like they want to say something, but they’re distracted watching you. You would laugh if you could, but words are starting to be hard to speak. If only they could focus like this in anything else. You gasp, your lungs pressured. Almost as if you’re being crushed by the air itself, the ground becoming somewhat translucent, like you could fall through.

They furrow their eyebrows, frowning at you, before glancing around. “Hey, c’mon! Where’s the ambulance?” Bo shouts at someone. The sound isn’t coming from their body, or their direction necessarily, it’s ringing in your head along with your heartbeat; both are growing slower. You feel their eyes on you again, you can’t see them as well anymore, your vision is turning darker... or your eyes are shutting. “MC, just stay with me. Look at me, I’m right here.”

You nod, or at least you think you do. But then again... you can’t move. You can’t feel anything, you can’t see or hear properly anymore. Any second now, and you’ll be gone. Were you fighting for nothing? Were you really expecting to survive this? 

“MC please.” Bo’s voice cracks.

You give you last breath to them. “I’m with you.” Those words echo on Bo’s wrist, and that’s all that’s left of you. It was them all along... and now, they watch you die. You feel like smiling, but you descend into darkness instead.

Tori: Tori is cursing as far as you can tell, it’s a long string of curses but they’re not directed at you. You grasp around, almost crawling around the ground, but despite the pain, Tori stops you. “Wait, don’t.” They hold your shoulders. “You’re bleeding too much.”

You sit up, biting down your lip as you actually feel your organs moving. It’s a weird detachment feeling... is it even your body? Tori pulls you closer to them, resting your body against them on the ground. You’re now warm all over, probably because you’re sitting in between Tori’s legs, but also because you feel your lungs burning. “Tori...” You whimper. They simply wrap their arms around you, moving hair out of your face. You didn’t realize you were sweating until now.

“Just breathe, calm down.” Tori breathes out for you. They seem calmer than you expected - turning your head to glance at them, you breathe out with them. You feel calmer, less panicked, and the pain subsides significantly. You let yourself fall back on them and they welcome you by carefully putting their hands where you bleed. You don’t feel their hands there, but by their grimace, you think it’s pretty nasty.

“The ambulance is coming, so you just have to sit tight.” They tell confidently. You nod to yourself, body slowly limping and heart beating slower, less rapid. “Hey.” Tori calls you.

“Hm.” You hum.

“This is the first time I actually hugged you.” Tori chuckles and you laugh too. “I hoped it would be under better circumstances.”

“If I knew you were this good at hugging, I would’ve asked sooner.”

“Let’s strike a deal. When you’re out of the hospital, I’ll give you as many hugs as you’d like.” 

“That doesn’t sound like you...” You say, now struggling to speak. It’s like you’re losing air, drowning maybe. “But you promise?” 

“Yeah. I promise.” Tori mutters, their voice is sounding garbled, fuzzy. You suddenly realize you don’t fully understand where you are, you don’t feel them behind you, you don’t feel the pain anymore. The sounds around you are all mixing together into one single ringing sound. 

You groan. “Tori...” Your voice is going, just like the life slipping in between every breath. “I think this is our last hug.”

“No, don’t say that.” Tori exclaims, the familiar anger creeping through. “We’ll have more chances.”

“No Tori...” You take a deep breath, ragged and suffering. Your eyes close and you accept it. You’re glad you got to be this close to Tori at the last second, but your body is giving in and you can’t do anything about it. You wish you could live longer, got to know Tori better. “Hug me tight when I go.”

“MC, you’re not going anywhere!” Tori seemingly shakes you. “MC-” They glance at you, but you’re no longer breathing. Taking their hands off you for a second, their hands trembling and soaked in your blood, they stare at their wrist. Your last words are engraved there. 

They do hug you tight, tighter than they ever will anyone. You were theirs, even if it was just for a second. They didn’t want to lose you like this...

Jay: Jay grabs you, and suddenly you feel like you were just born. “MC no...” Jay sobs in shock. You cling to them in desperation and the next thing you know, you’re sitting in their lap on the ground, head resting on their shoulder and their arms clumsily around you. “MC, you’re okay, you’re okay.”

“God, it hurts.” You try not to cry along, but your face is too numb to obey you. Tears streak down your cheeks and it feels hot. Everything feels like it’s burning. Jay is there at least, and they’re holding you, changing pressure from gentle to tight and then gentle again. “Jay, is it really bad?”

“No- I mean, it’ll be fine! The police, the ambulances are coming. Oh noo...” They whisper the last part. “Deep breaths, deep breaths.” You’re not sure anymore if they’re talking to themselves or to you.

“Jay.” You call them weakly. You voice is breaking, air is leaving you every time you speak. Lungs feeling weightless and body losing sense, you stare at Jay. They’re not paying attention, taking very deep breaths blurring into hyperventilating. “Jay.” You try again.

“I don’t want to lose you, I really don’t want you to die or anything like that- What am I saying, you’re going to be okay. The hospital... you’ll go to the hospital, and you’ll be okay. They’ll fix you right-”

“Jay!” Finally, they glance at you, as if truly seeing you for the first time. They apologize with their look but they stutter one along the way. “I’m still okay.” You mutter and they hesitate to move their hands anywhere else in case they change that.

They nod. “You’re okay.”

“Yes, I’m okay.” You both take a deep breath. You’re not sure how many of those you have left, but you smile at each other, enjoying the peace that follows. That is until you realize you can’t really move. You can’t breathe anymore, you can’t hear or see properly, everything seemingly fuzzy. You feel cold and heavy, not real.

Jay is calm, so you don’t alert them on the fact that this is it. You are not okay. You are not going to survive this. You hate what that will do to Jay, they won’t be able to take it, they’ll break down crying. God, you’re going to be the reason they won’t sleep at night. Gently, you try to catch Jay's attention. Your voice is too broken, and you can’t breathe anymore, so whatever you say, comes out like choking.

They stare at you in shock, fear, eyes wide. “No-”

“Jay, please. Don’t... be sad.” You croak out. “Imagine my smile instead.” Your last breath, that was it. You can’t say anymore. Jay panics, breaking into sobbing again and halting once they catch something on their wrist. Your advice is written there.

Jay cries so much. But you’re not there to see it, you know it, and you hope it won’t be a familiar sight. You don’t want this to be the only thing Jay remembers of you.

Jun: As soon as you touch the ground, Jun is on you. It’s a strange feeling, panic rises in you, pain, fear, and the wild comfort of having someone worry about you. You hear them say something to a person somewhere, but you don’t quite catch it. Your senses are foggy, and you reach to touch where it hurts. Your hands come back bloody and sticky.

Jun moves your head to rest on their lap, it’s soft and light, but the rest of your body seems like it’s an endless act of falling. You turn to them and they stare back at you. It’s tender as far as you understand it, but it’s fleeting. “MC, can you hear me?”

You nod.

“Can you see me?”

You nod again.

Jun takes a deep breath and says something once again to the distance. You hear the word “dying” but your sense of self in somewhere else. Your legs give out and you feel incapable of moving anything below your waist. Jun’s head turns back to you and their translucent hands fall on each side of your face. “Take a deep breath with me.” Their chest rises and fall along with yours. Everytime you breathe, your lungs burn, similarly to a balloon, they seem to get weightless as you follow Jun’s instructions. “How does it feel?”

“Like I can’t breathe.” You answer and Jun’s shoulders rise in concern. “Jun, am I going to be okay?” 

“Of course darling.” Jun says gently, using a pet name to reassure you. It does, which is no surprise. But your tension is still high by the way their hands tremble. 

You shift your head a bit to nudge their hand closest to you. Still staring at them, they hum back, understanding but disappointed they couldn’t hide it better. “Are you okay?”

“I will be.” They mutter, using that hand to caress your cheek. You lean into the touch. It’s cold compared to the rest of your body. Everything else is like it’s on fire. You feel sick, like you just woke up and really want to go back to sleep. But staring at Jun stops you from ever closing your eyes. “Do you remember that time where you were so lost in your own world that when I nudged you to call for you, you nearly toppled the whole couch?” They laugh, the sound light despite the world turning darker.

You chuckle. “Yeah. You really scared me.”

“It wasn’t my intention...” Jun hums, their head tilting, voice getting softer. They move a hair out of your face. “You always did say my hands were cold.” You would agree with that statement, but you realize that you can’t feel their hands anymore. You can’t move, you can barely breathe. You blink and frown, tears forming in your eyes.

Jun looks surprised. “Oh no no MC, why are you crying?” They lean closer and clean the tears as they fall along your cheeks.

“I think I’m dying.” You choke out, voice raspy from the difficulty of breathing. “Jun, I’m scared.”

“Hey hey.” They call you, their voice shifting a bit as well. You’re not sure if it’s your hearing failing you or their voice breaking. “I won’t let you. Just keep looking at me.” You think they’re smiling.

You cry again despite the safety in their words. You’re losing yourself, you’re eyes are becoming foggy and dark, you can’t see them. “Jun... I miss your cold hands.”

“They’re still here darling.” They reply, grasping your face kindly. You sob one last time and go. Your body heavy, your eyes open, your cheeks cold. “MC?” Jun calls you, searching your dead eyes for any sign of life. There isn’t any. On their wrist, in the same water that spills from their eyes, your words are there, like magic. They never stop holding you.

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Wow this was long, also. I cried. Might I tell you, I love writing about how something that I never experienced might feel. Writing what it would be like to die is kind of therapeutical, morbid too. Anyways, hope you like it!

[polar-stars]

The two OCs @soaringlanddormitory considers the best-looking out of mine o3o (Can’t believe you broke the: “We-do-not-compliment-Shigeo”-Rule again Kana)

No real talk, that makes me very happy. Suzume is honestly a joy to draw and I’ll be honest...I really like the fact that I get to dress her up in all kinds of Chinese attire. I really like Chinese attire qwq 

Also. I’d lie if I were to say that I’m not weak for Shigeo (when other people draw him, because....I’m not that good at drawing handsomeness).....(now I broke my own rule), but come on. You should all know that I’m weak for guys wearing glasses by now. It’s incredibly obvious. Also Shigeo is one of the characters that was rather hard to design soouuh, the compliment makes me even more happy.

Also completely unrelated, the gender bends of these two, before i’ll finally get to my homework:

Also your appreciation for Kaori and Kiyoko makes me just as happy Kana. And it’s gonna make Kiyoko very happy as well ovo

[aurami]

Tag game thingy~

Tagged by the lovely @bittersweet-faerietale ~ 💜💜 Love you Misa~! ^w^ 「Rules: Answer the Questions and Tag whomever you want to tag.」 ***** ❶. Would you rather wear Carla’s Scarf or Shin’s eyepatch? —Definitely Carla’s scarf. While eyepatches are super cool and probably useful if you need one, a half-blind me wouldn’t be good for anyone. I’d probably do something like run into a wall because of it. So, I shall stick to the scarf. I’m pretty cold a lot anyway- + + + ❷. Which moment has been the most shocking for you? (Game, Manga, CD Drama, Stage play, Anime) —Most shocking... hm.... I don’t know if this counts because it’s more of a thing related to multiple aspects, but I think what most shocked me was when I switched from the anime to reading the manga/playing the game/watching gameplay. The most shocking aspect for me was the differences in Yui’s actions and personality, as well as when I learned more in depth about everyone. But, yeah, mainly how different Yui was. Bless manga/game version Yui 🙏🏼 + + + ❸. Have you had a Diaboy whom you hated (or very little interest) and you love them? —*Cough* Story time- and shocker- my favorite wasn’t always Subaru. In the beginning when I first started, I didn’t notice Subaru much (mainly because the anime gAVE HIM LIKE NO SCREEN TIME-). Like, I thought he was cool and all, but I didn’t know much about him. Then, I was introduced to him through a role play. Now, since it was a rp, at first I was just sort of like, eh. But then, because of that, I started actively reading more about him, going to the games and manga, listening to drama cds and music. It all took off from there. I am now so in love with the Tsun-tsun it’s sorta probably now healthy. But, yes, at first I didn’t mind much, but now I’m pretty crazy haha. + + + ❹. Which moments (Game, Manga, etc) has made you laugh the most? —There are SO many Ayato scenes that have made me laugh to the point of crying in HDB. Like, I think the greatest scene was when there was some bat in Yui’s bed and he tricked her saying it was poisonous and he needed to suck out the poison. That one made me die and I’ll never forget it. + + + ❺. Which moments have made you cry? —...Heheheh- have you met me and/or seen this game? I get very emotionally attached and I’m a cryer :) there are many moments where I have cried. I cried watching the anime, games, manga, you name it. It would take too long to list all the times whoops- + + + ❻. Which moment has been the scariest for you? —Does it count if I recall a dream and drama cd combo? Because that both terrified me and game me a sign when it woke me up like dear lord- Okay, so, I once had this dream where I was with Kou. We were just shopping, right? That shouldn’t be so bad. It was like one of those fluffy moments where we were walking through a clothing store holding hands while going to pick out a skirt for me or something. It was kinda nice, but that was when I heard a “CRASHHHH,” then another, and another, and I panicked and woke up. Buuut, the crashing noises didn’t stop. This was followed by the violent yelling of Subaru Sakamaki. Just about having a heart attack (but not really), I sleepily checked my phone, and what drama cd was playing earbuds in while I was asleep? Jealousy. Subaru’s Jealousy track. I don’t know if I should be like “aww” or if I should be scared for my life but my heart was beating pretty fast- + + + ❼. Which moment has made you the angriest? —...WELL I think what has made me the angriest tbh isn’t the content itself but the fandom sometimes. Like, those moments when some people are really rude to others, or don’t listen, or just kinda either overfluff the boys or make things that wouldn’t happen. Like don’t get me wrong I’m all up for fluff and other people’s imaginations like you go for it and have fun I love that kinda stuff and I do have a pretty open mind. But it’s when it gets bent too far and attack others I guess if that makes sense. I don’t know, I’m just going to leave this confusing answer because I’m too lazy to elaborate more or fix what I’m trying to say. + + + ❽. Would you like to be a student at their nocturnal school? Would you stalk/see what the Diaboys are up to? Who? (Only pick 3 diaboys!) —Oh hell yes. I would probably suck at staying awake during the night because I’m weak af, but I would love to go there and meet the boys either to mess around or help. Let’s see... I would obviously go see what Subaru was up too, regardless if he was him or not just because it’s my nature to try and talk to others and cheer them up especially if they try and remain alone. Another one would be Ayato, probably either to mess around or see if he’s alive because of the sleeping in class thing. The third would have to be Kou, because not only am I a music freak (and in this world, let’s be honest, I would probably be a fan), but I would definitely be drawn to the positive persona he gives off in the public. These are my three, and it would probably stay this way regardless of if I knew them or not. + + + ❾. Have you had any DL dreams? If so… tell us your favorite or your most recent! —Oh look here’s the dream section I can share another dream~! I have had so many and recorded so many that it’s not healthy I swear. Okay so I’ll just say my favorite, and it’s long and ridiculous so I’ll just sum it up in a few bullets; •Talked on the phone with Laito, he was saying some weird stuff •I was talking with Reiji, and there was dramatic sad music. He was having a monologue, but it was all in Japanese. In my mind, I was like, “Oh, I’ll just read the subtitles for this later!” To this day, I still have no idea what he said.. •I got married to Yuma through this basketball game ritual thing? Apparently it was something that is supposed to be a tradition.. X’3 + + + ❶⓪. Is there something/habit a Diaboy does that bothers/annoys you? —Okay this is going to sound horrible but there’s a lot of things about Kanato’s personality that can irk me at times. Like I do still like him and I understand why he does what he does and such, but not only does the screaming hurt but some of the choices he makes and things he does kinda scares me because it reminds me of a person and an irl situation. I promise nothing too bad happened and I’m perfectly okay and healthy but it was just rough times and sadly since it reminds me of that my mind perceives things of the situations in the past rather than his character and nature. + + + ❶❶. Is there something/habit a Diaboy does that makes your heart flutter/melt? —In short; Whenever Subaru gets flustered, Whenever Ayato does his “you’re mine and I’m the best,” and every time Kou opens his mouth. Like, he doesn’t even have to make a specific action there’s just something about his voice. I think it’s also whenever any of the boys speaks in a deep voice. -w- + + + Okay so, that’s it I guess!! Thanks for reading all of this if you have, and here’s just a little big about me. I’ll be filling out another lil questions thing soon too~ I would tag others, but everyone that I would tag I already know has been tagged pretty much I’m late to the party whoops qwq

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*cries* More of your Shokugeki Next?They all sound loveable <3 Do you also have some other kiddos you didn't told us about yet? Also I would would love to hear how the childs do in school (like not cooking-wise but other subjects like qwq)?

Thanks so much for taking an interest in my OCs!!! I do have a few more I haven’t mentioned yet. 

119th Generation continued 

Marui Yuna (Oldest daughter of Marui Zenji and Yoshino Yuki) 

A short, dark haired girl with glasses 

Generally shy and reserved and sweet

Extremely book smart (her favorite non-cooking related subject is classical literature, and she especially enjoys poems from the Heian period)

This girl is a hopeless romantic (she’s even worse than her mother in this regard) 

She’s always cheering on her friends (especially Maria Aldini) in matters of the heart

Still won’t make a move on her own crush, Ibusaki Sousuke, though

She and her Culinary History RS are often pushed around by the powers that be (mainly the Elite Ten Council and Hayama Akane’s faction) 

Frustrated that her friends (mostly Maria and Hojo Mizuki) are always fighting her battles for her

Feels really guilty because she thinks she’s the reason why Maria fell out with her cousin Isabella and the popular girls 

Hojo Mizuki(Oldest daughter of Hojo Miyoko)

Like her mother before her, she is a BOSS who doesn’t take shit from anyone 

Extremely athletic (plays soccer, rugby, and volleyball during her free time) 

During the second year of middle school, Mimasaka Sumire approached her about joining the Hayama faction 

She looked at her like…bitch please

You would have thought she was going to do the bidding of some pretentious spoiled brat 

Has an epic ongoing rivalry with Isabella Mito-Aldini

They’ve gone head to head in over fifty shokugekis

Mizuki has only won a handful (but she’s still not gonna back down) 

Along with Maria Aldini, she’s the backbone of the Polar Star Dorm (mostly b/c the guys in their year are kind of into Akane and Bella)

Mimasaka Sumire (Only daughter of Mimasaka Subaru)

An extremely feminine girl with long black hair, people are extremely shocked when they see her huge and scary father

Is part of the power trio (w/ Akane and Isabella) set on ruling the academy and climbing the ranks in the Elite Ten 

Got matching track jackets and carefully embroidered their names onto them

Following in her dad’s footsteps, information is Sumire’s weapon

Has a file of every student chef worth a damn at the academy 

Analyses the strengths and weaknesses of opponents in order to help her friends in their shokugekis

She’s kind of Akane’s secretary, but then again, she’s kind of not

When she’s not cooking or snooping around, Sumire enjoys sewing and watching dramas 

She kind of dislikes (non-cooking) academics, but somewhat enjoys history classes 

Mimasaka Sumire is the ONLY person Nakiri Erik does not tease because one day in their second year of middle school, she went up to him and whispered

…”Try me one more time, and I’m telling Akane you’re in love with her” 

He did not test her 

Ibusaki Sousuke (Oldest son of Ibusaki Shun and Sakaki Ryouko) 

Very relaxed, cool, and charismatic like his mother 

Considered good looking by a lot of his female classmates 

Doesn’t exactly have a fan club because “…if you guys wanna hang, come inside. Don’t just hide in the bushes behind the dorm.”

Will have a conversation with anyone at any time (Shun is confused as to how his son ended up so sociable) 

Like his best friend, Yukihira Raiden, he’s always up for a good time and likes trying new things

Always invited to all the parties because he has the liquor  

Return of the Sakaki sake

He’s also legitimately running a microbrewery out of the Polar Star dorm (and eventually starts trying to distill his own vodka)

Much to his childhood friend Yuna’s frustration, he reallllly likes spending time with Isabella (especially after they start high school)

He thinks she’s crazy and cool, and her advanced wine palate makes her the perfect guinea pig for his sake 

But it’s totally casual, though. Totally. He doesn’t get jealous at all when she entertains other guys. Nope. Not even a little bit. 

His favorite non-cooking subject is music, and he moonlights as a DJ 

Kawashima Utau (Urara’s daughter)

Announcer girl like her mom

At first she’s very annoyed that there are girls more popular than her in her class

At first she tries realllllllllly hard to join the Hayama faction

That did not go particularly well for Utau-chan

Then she challenged them (if you can’t join ‘em, beat ‘em)

Gets owned by Isabella in a shokugeki 

Moves into the Polar Star during her third year of middle school, shortly after the epic Aldini vs Aldini shokugeki 

Tries to convince Maria to try to become the academy’s next it-girl 

“I mean, you have the bone structure for it. It would be a waste not to”

Maria is not impressed

Later settles on getting Maria to wear mascara and convincing Yuna to switch to contacts 

More general headcanons

Akane (Hayama and Hisako’s daughter) has always been a very good visual artist (especially in terms of drawing and painting)

She almost went to a prestigious art school in London instead of studying at Totsuki 

She plans to go to college for studio art after high school 

She sketches the presentation of most of her dishes before she makes them

Erik (Alice and Ryo’s son) is absurdly good at math and science but entirely too lazy to do anything with it

If he wasn’t going to take over Nakiri International/open restaurants in the future he would have ended up an engineer or an architect 

Sometimes Akane will push a sketchpad in front of him with some ridiculous asymmetrical sugar art or something and ask, “How do I make this stand up?”

She usually does this in the middle of the night when he’s sleeping

A lot of people think Isabella, Akane, and Sumire are really mean, but it’s all an elaborate act and they’re actually huge dorks

They actually studied mean girl trios in the media (the plastics, the unholy trinity, the Heathers etc.) in order to pull it off better

When Yukihira Raiden first visited Trattoria Aldini with his father, Maria pulled aside her cousin (who always got all the guys) and whispered, “Bella, you can have the rest, but this one’s mine, okay?” 

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// What do you love about your muse? What do you hate about your muse?, What made you decide to write this muse?

What do you love about your muse?

Well aside from the fact that I like playing a child villain 0 0

Things don’t weigh on Scratch’s heart the way they do on some of my other muses. She hides some very painful feelings deep down but other than that her entire attitude is pretty careless, and even when the kid’s anger flares it ends up cooling off in a relatively short amount of time. Same with grudges, Scratch will hate someone and then in the next breath draw pictures of them and hope they approve.

And thanks to the cough method cough that Scratch has picked to cope with getting through the underground, a lot of the deaths she had to endure don’t bother her on a constant basis. So like essentially it’s that Scratch isn’t a brooding muse.

What do you hate about your muse?

Granted some of this is due to young age and that carelessness thing above, but Scratch isn’t always/usually? very bright. She actually convinced herself for a while that killing monsters was a good thing, even ones that hadn’t done anything to anybody, and even coming out of that irrational mindset to something more honest, the kid still has a tendency to want to just pick on people or issues that really shouldn’t be picked on, especially not by someone that weak.

It’s a little bit harder to play sometimes, compared to Scraps who may be a brat when in a bad mood but would never literally threaten someone’s life inappropriately.

What made you decide to write this muse?

There was this months long period where, after a friend of mine asked me if Scraps was ever going to have a No Mercy route, I started doing more thinking on what kind of No Mercy!UF Frisk I’d want and particularly how they would differ from the Frisk I’m already playing, or how they’d be the same. Way back before I roleplayed Undertale I’d also thought about No Mercy!Frisks and how I was kind of getting unimpressed with how almost single depiction out there tries to make it an angst fest of how baaad Frisk feels over killing people or just Sans really. Which is not to throw shade on people qwq

So those ideas just kinda combined into Scratch, and I tried it out with an M!A over at bitter-fell-child. I found out playing a No Mercy!Frisk was pretty fun, and here we are.