Call me FM, or Karo (she/her, 30s). I write fanfics; mostly angst, sometimes fluff/humor, all SFW. Feel free to drop me an ask or message if you'd like to chat :)
a. What is something you wish more people noticed about it?
I want to say let us die young (or let us live forever) cus for some reason my mind associated serious with dark/non-con, but Schrödinger works too!
For Schrödinger, the events of the story could be interpreted as though it was all in Belphie’s head, his subconscious guilt over killing MC manifesting as their vengeful ghost 👻
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7. Which of your fics is the most crack-like?
a. What is something you wish more people noticed about it?
Crack isn’t really my forte, but I think my sense of humor borders on that sometimes. I’d say Inner Demon or 50 Ways to Die in the Devildom for this one!
Probably only AO3 users might notice but the word count for Inner Demon is exactly 666 😈
Which of your fics surprised you by how much attention it received?
Which of your fics is the funniest?
Which of your fics is the most serious?
Which of your fics is the most crack-like?
Which of your fics did you spend the most amount of time writing?
Which of your fics did you spend the least amount of time writing?
[Asker's choice: specify the fic you want to know more about.]
...and pick a letter...
a. What is something you wish more people noticed about it?
b. What is something you would do differently if you were to rewrite it?
c. What do you think makes it deserving of love?
d. What is your favorite line or excerpt from it?
e. Are there any lines or sections that you think don't belong in it?
f. Which character (POV or not) was your favorite to write?
g. Which section was most difficult to write?
h. Which section was the easiest to write?
i. Did anything substantial get cut from it?
j. Describe it badly.
In your meddling monsters au how do you imagine the gang met/found out the other was a monster?
im combining these bc it gave me an idea!
im not too attached to any one way they met, but pup named scooby doo is fun so why not have them meet as kids :) plus since they're kids, i think they'd be more open-minded to monsters/humans/ppl who aren't like them
so!! i think they'd all meet as kids, and either daphne fred n velma have already known theyre all monsters OR they all find out first and THEN shaggy and scooby are the only ones in the dark. maybe they solve a mystery or play together, and scooby keeps catching them doing monstery stuff, but everytime shaggy looks over it's normal.
eventually, though, the secret is revealed that theyre all monsters... but shaggy's had such a nice time with them that he doesn't mind! scooby follows soon after, and they all become friends who don't have to hide from eachother :)
[Video Description: An ad with piano music over it all, showing an elderly woman in her home, knitting, when two younger men walk by her window, which catches her attention. She stares out her window at them as they kiss each other while walking, the old lady staring in disbelief. Cut to the old woman approaching a residence with a broom in hand, staring up at the second floor window where a small rainbow Pride flag is hanging. The old woman stares up at it and mutters "Ridiculo", before getting up on a ladder with her broom to remove the flag. Focus on the flag fluttering to the ground as church bells chime. The scene then cuts to the couple from before, approaching their home with grocery bags in hand before one stops and stares at the second floor, stopping his partner who then drops the groceries as he too stares up. It's then revealed that the small pride flag had been replaced with a gigantic, hand-knit pride flag. It then cuts back to the old woman's home, where a tin of rainbow-colored yarn sits on her table. The hands of the old woman are holding and fondly touching an old black and white photo of two young smiling women, leaning against each other. Cut to the old woman's face as she stares out with a look of happy pride on her face. At the end of the video, the name "Idealista" appears on screen, followed by "buon pride" along with a rainbow. End VD.]
The old lady is not in her home. She is at work. She's meant to be what in Italian is called "la portinaia", aka a cross between a doorwoman and cleaner of a residential building. She's in her small "office" space, at the entrance of the building, from where she can survey the coming and goings of the inhabitants. It's a job that has mostly disappeared, but is culturally very clear to us as having the connotation of "potentially gossipy, one-million-percent judgmental woman who sees everything that goes on in the apartment complex, knows everyone and their secrets, and has Strong Opinions™️".
In this case, thankfully, the Strong Opinion™️ is that those two men are ridiculous with their teeny tiny flag for ants.
Tumblr added a bunch of tracking shit to share urls, so now ill teach you how to get rid of them
if you copy a url by sharing on the website, the link will look like this
getting rid of tracking in these is easy, just delete everything after the question mark and you are golden
in the case for the app, its slightly more complicated
first you have to delete at. that appears before tumblr(.)com the other tracking shit on this one has a lot more info, so please, clean app urls. after the first set of numbers, there's a / you have to delete everything after it
The Odyssey but retold as a low-stakes modern adventure of one guy out with his girlfriend leaving the bar with his buddies to do just one (1) simple thing real quick, it'll take like 15 minutes tops, he'll be right back, but then some bullshit happens and the trip keeps getting more complicated as more bullshit keeps happening while he just tries to get back to the bar because he promised his girlfriend that he'd get back and he knows that she's still there because she told him she'd wait there.
And by the time he finally gets back it's almost 3 am and the bar is about to close while she's sitting there stone cold sober, surrounded by 5 drunk guys unsuccessfully trying to convince her to give up on waiting for him and go home with one of them instead. And the guy shows up to proceed to beat the shit out of them before explaining himself to her like hey sorry bullshit kept happening, my phone fell into a storm drain and my wallet got stolen when I was trying to find someone who'd borrow me a phone so I could call and
His girlfriend had been fending off the 5 drunk guys for most of the evening by explaining that even if she was going to ditch her boyfriend, she can't possibly leave without finishing her beer, which she is keeping perpetually full via careful sleight of hand where she's just pouring it back and forth into and out of the pitcher.
However the drunk guys are also drinking, and eventually she can't afford to buy another pitcher for the table so she can't keep up the ever-full beer glass trick. At this point she has to resort to setting up the pool trick shot that she's never seen anyone but her boyfriend pull off, and says she'll leave with whoever manages the shot first.
That buys her another hour or so and then, finally, her boyfriend makes it back. He looks like shit, hair down and just a mess, he's wearing an entirely different jacket that he got from an alley, and barely recognizable—especially to 5 guys who've been drunk for hours now. He lurks for a minute, finds out what's going on, and proceeds to pull off the trick shot first try. Throws the jacket off, fixes his hair with a hair tie his girlfriend lends him, finally looks like himself again, and THEN beats the shit out of them with the pool cue.
Human Is is a 1955 Philip K. Dick sci-fi short story where a guy goes to another planet for work and when he comes back to Earth his personality has flipped from an asshole to a sweet, kind, considerate man. Everyone's immediately convinced that an alien has taken over his body, this goes all the way to court, and in court his wife testifies that she's noticed no changes at all and so the charges are dropped.
And then there's a bit right at the end of the story as the wife and the husband are walking out of court:
Jill turned abruptly. "What is your name? Your real name."
The man's gray eyes flickered. He smiled a little, kind, gentle smile. "I'm afraid you would not be able to pronounce it. The sounds cannot be formed..."
Jill was silent as they walked along, deep in thought. The city lights were coming on all around them. Bright yellow spots in the gloom. "What are you thinking?" the man asked.
"I was thinking perhaps I will still call you Lester," Jill said. "If you don't mind."
"I don't mind," the man said. He put his arm around her, drawing her close to him. He gazed down tenderly as they walked through the thickening darkness, between the yellow candles of light that marked the way. "Anything you wish. Whatever will make you happy."
And I. God. There's something there. A soupcon of monsterfuckery. To tell your partner in a moment of intimacy that yes, you're something so inhuman that the lips you're stealing can't speak your actual name. You're a parasite that not only had the ability to burrow under this man's skin and take over his life, but you were so desperate to escape a dead, dry, blasted planet that you did.
And for your partner to then turn around and go "I know, I've always known, and I love you" is just. God I know it's not a great Dick story but something about it is making me lose my mind
Also it's explicitly stated that the guy's consciousness is still alive and preserved on the alien planet. Jill is told this and then proceeds to defend the alien anyways, ensuring that her husband's brain is stuck in a jar on a desert planet. You love to see it
A/N: Inspired by Satan's latest Ido route where he starts losing memories. This was written for my F!OC but since she's not mentioned by name, you can take it as F!MC. Happy birthday Kirana, I love you bby <3
Tucked into Simeon's side, the woman on the wooden bench finally went still. Her head rested against his bare shoulder as he cradled her close and cushioned her with feathery wings. A lock of white hair fell onto her face; the angel gently lifted it behind her ear and started to murmur.
Satan stood in front of them and stared quietly. "…My condolences," he said eventually.
Simeon barely spared him a glance and continued to pray.
The other brothers weren't as composed.
"Why?!" Asmo sobbed, mascara running all over his cheeks. "The curse was broken! He was supposed to remember— Why is he just standing there—"
"Because it didn't work. Not completely." Levi shoved his fists deeper into his pockets. "He isn't forgetting anymore, but the stolen memories didn't come back either."
"Then we'll just have to beat them back into him!" Mammon started towards Satan, only for Lucifer to put a hand on his shoulder. There was no force applied, yet Mammon halted in his tracks. "We'll make him remember—"
"It doesn't matter. Not anymore." Beel held his twin close, practically clutching Belphie for dear life. "We rushed to find a cure so that they could see each other and talk one last time, but now…"
Lucifer stepped forward, his eyes not leaving Satan. "Give them some space. We can grieve as a family later."
Because even though the person in front of Satan was a stranger to him, he had not moved. He remained standing, his gaze shifting from closed eyes to wrinkled skin to worn hands with a wedding band identical to the one sitting on his own finger.
The sounds of fading footsteps and quiet prayer filled the air. Satan's heart ached as his eyes began to burn.
Ive just found your dwbd au and I love it so much! I honestly love the brothers begging for a second chance. I did have a question though what if dia and Mc ended up in a relationship? How would diavolo react to how they were treated or are being treating if its still early on in the au?
This ended up being more of how MC and Dia get closer but I hope you enjoy! Thanks for the cute idea hehe :)
Purgatory Hall was your main sanctuary from the chaos of the House of Lamentation, but the Demon Lord's Castle was a close second.
You didn't know how it happened, either. Lucifer never failed to remind you about your place in the grand scheme of things: RAD's exchange student and guest of the Devildom you might be, but still you had no business mingling with nobility, let alone royalty. So you took great care to stay in your own lane, go to classes, keep a respectful distance from Diavolo—
Who, for some reason, always seemed to be closer than expected.
You always looked so relaxed at Purgatory Hall, which meant you were getting along with the other exchange students, so it didn't make sense that inviting you over to the castle would elicit such drastic behavior. You sat stiffly, accepted only the pastries offered to you, never reaching for any yourself, and answered every question as though it was on a final exam.
Perhaps you were intimidated. You were in the presence of the Devildom's highest authority, after all. Despite his genuine intent to know you better, Diavolo understood that he had to let you get comfortable on your own terms, let you come to him instead—
Then Barbatos made an offhand quip that had your eyes crinkling with mirth as you bit your lip, and Diavolo knew he couldn't wait anymore.
The invites came liberally. The royal library for a quiet place to study, the guest room for some alone time from a house of rowdy Avatars, a tea party to discuss the latest fixation with the human world…
At first, it was hard to choose: Lucifer's evident disapproval, or Diavolo's kicked puppy look. You finally accepted after several pep talks from your friends; Dracius and Belyth each made excellent points about royal summons and fostering relations, so who were you to decline?
With Barbatos' top-tier service and Diavolo's earnest company, saying 'yes' only became easier.
Diavolo had had countless centuries dealing with nobles who thought they could manipulate him without outright lying. Thanks to Barbatos' careful tutelage, he'd long learnt to read between the lines, to listen to what wasn't said, to discern the truth from their behavior—
And the truth in yours was… heartbreaking. You never lied to him, but you were obviously hiding. It wasn't hard to tell, especially from the way you stood straighter whenever Lucifer was in the room, how you kept your eyes glued to the floor around his brothers…
The night he went to the House of Lamentation for dinner and saw your empty seat? That was when he knew for sure.
Barbatos had promised you pastries in return for your scrumptious cooking and hospitality the other night, but you got the sensing there was more behind the gesture. Every visit to the castle came with an excited prince with an empty schedule for the rest of the day, and a lavish gift that he insisted you take back with you. You had never said a word to him about how you'd been treated by the demon brothers, and yet it felt like he was personally trying to make up for it.
It wasn't a bad feeling to be doted on by royalty. Diavolo paid attention during your conversations, asked thoughtful questions, and remembered the smallest comments on the most mundane things. You quickly found yourself returning to the castle for more, and the guest room Barbatos often prepared for you started to feel like your own as well.
Maybe this exchange program wouldn't be so bad after all…
Procuring tickets for the Devildom Funny Funtime Zoo was trivial. Diavolo was happy to gift you and your friends a full day of fun and exploration, and it gave him the opportunity to introduce his latest student to the Avatars.
Thirteen's traps were a sight to behold. No doubt there would be more complaints from the RAD staff about destruction of property with her around, but watching the reaper going at the demon brothers was the highlight of his day.
He would have words with them of course, but for now, this would suffice.
Concept: cursed blade rehabilitation center. Destroying a sentient weapon is expensive and highly unethical, so adventurers bring them to the center where highly trained staff can care for them and eventually find them forever homes. It turns out most cursed weapons are products of trauma and are not strictly evil themselves. Some blades turn out to be fiercely protective companions. Others don't even want to be weapons at all, finding joy in simple work like blacksmithing or farming. Most blades just need to be loved.
A pack of bandits descend upon a seemingly undefended town. But the blacksmith's hammer, the farmer's scythe, the woodsman's axe, they have not forgotten what they once were, and they *will* defend the town that they have come to love.
This sweet girl has been with us for seven seasons. She was forged in the heart of a volcano and would be ideal for anyone with a preexisting fire affinity (she's a cuddler and is guaranteed to keep you warm in winter). She still loves burning, but it turns out you can only reduce the world to ash once. She would be perfectly suited for forest management that regularly requires controlled burns.
This weary old soul has grown tired of bloodshed and would much rather spend his days as an ominous decoration in a tavern or common room, a perfect fit for an adventurer looking to leave their dungeon crawling days behind. He likes peoplewatching with his single glowing eye, preferably from high, prominent locations with views of entrances and exits.
While it's fair to say that most rehabilitated weapons are not recommended for first-time wielders, this +2 Defiling Dancing Greatsword might be an exception that proves the rule! Once tempered in the blood of orphans, Greta has had a past that she's sought to grow beyond, and is eager to take a more proactive role in protecting her future lifetime companions. We're looking to find her a forever home with a group of young, earnest adventurers or a single child destined to thwart the legions of evil darkness, where Greta's protective and motherly instincts can really do good and fulfilling work.
For experienced swordbearers only! Lady is a 6-foot zweihander with severe abandonment issues after a previous wielder died in the lowest level of the Lich King's least-favorite summer crypt, where Lady went undiscovered for nearly 300 years. She is looking for a forever home where she can always be close at hand to her person. While she doesn't mind mowing down the odd bandit gang, she has taken surprisingly well to ornamental hedge trimming, and enjoys observing tai chi.
Sword that glows in the presence of its enemies now working as a child's nightlight now that it has accepted Darkness That Makes Children Scared as an enemy.
Darkness That Makes You Trip On The Way To The Bathroom is also an enemy.
