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Self-Interview 1

Don't read this is you don't want spoilers for 'Cover me in dirt until I come out clean' otherwise known as 'CMID' from now on.

This is essentially me interviewing myself about this one fic and it will contain parts I haven't yet written

It is the morning of 15 july, 2026, when we will discuss CMID.

I have no plot in mind for this specific fic, I basically just got into a envy-induced writer's block and wanted to write something meaningful like Mad endings by Bannaand the idea for this fic came to me after I watched 'The Machinist' by ____ so maybe it had something to do with the themes you'll see here. I wanted to make it more dark, I haven't seen/read anything with the unreliable narrator part but I'm just going to write what I think an unreliable narrator is. The 'big twist' would be is that the MC, Arabella, didn't really kill her mother.

She grew up in the same circumstances and og penelope and had to witness a lot of violence and malnourishment growing up, so I imagine that maybe something would happen and the MC will be interrogated by the Duke and his sons and Winter. During the investigation, Winter or Reynold will bring up the fact that she grew up impoverished and she wouldn't be able to carry something like a chainsaw.

What really happened that day is that she watched one of her mother's clients hold her down and mutilated her with a chainsaw and Arabella just so happened to be watching. I'm not sure what's it's called, but in ORV, when KDJ thinks he killed his father only to realize that it was his mother who killed him all along. Her character is based off of her desire to be stoic, despite not being a stoic person. And she believes she is inherently evil (she doesn't truly believe if ifykwim). She tries to produce this image of herself where she is stoic yet manipulative.

In the prologue's first line, she compares a clean stone with a withered one. I want to use this 'metaphor' in other things in the story, for example as she is the new worker she is the clean stone, she's coming to the house with no preconceived prejudice towards Penelope while the other maids have been weathered by the older maid's mistreatment of Penelope and eventually engage in that mistreatment or turn a blind eye.

So I'll try to repeat this 'metaphor' to show how the MC feels better when she's the clean stone and not stuck with being the one covered in grime. But there will be times where she'll be the dirty stone, like how Penelope and her were cut from the same leaf, yet Penelope bloomed and she didn't exactly. In that sense, Penelope was given more opportunities as she was able to escape poverty, she is the clean stone.

Also if I do make it an x Callisto thing, there will be a stone comparison but I highly doubt that'll happen.

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Self-Interview 2

Don't read this is you don't want spoilers for 'Cover me in dirt until I come out clean' otherwise known as 'CMID' from now on.

This is essentially me interviewing myself about this one fic and it will contain parts I haven't yet written

So I've deleted the fic, I'll reupload it but only after I've finished chapter 1. In the end of the prologue I feel like the last line was cringe, but I couldn't think of any other way to say it. I feel like the entire part where she was trying to 'intimidate'/'scare' the ginger noble was cringe.

In the Prologue I wanted to show how Arabella has a desire to be 'stoic' and this point is very forefront in the prologue because she stated this multiple times in the prologue, but her actions, her inner & external dialogue show her being very emotional and scornful of the people around her. I wanted to show her two-facedness, how she idolizes/admires those who are calm and stoic and so she tries her best to mimic that, but her true self isn't like that at all. Sort of like Kyosuke from YBC! Also I wanted to show that she's immature // naive

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ughh the teaser for viktor is KILLING ME I'll genuinely scream when I see his character for the first time because I'm already itching to make a fic of him but idfk yettt

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The things you can do when you have a Fujo Sister!

art by: なっぴ (@np_nsir) on X Penelope art found on pinterest (not sure if it's the og artist)

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Penelope was always a bit of an artist. In her past life, she often doodled and made ocs that were decently well made, but after she became Penelope, she had more time to practice and eventually became a full blown manga artist!

Or:

Penelope uses her art abilities to draw a Yaoi of Cedric and Callisto and shows it to you.......you unfortunately get caught :(

The photo that made me think about this is linked.

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You and Penelope stood in the Palace's gallery, you were supposed to meet Callisto to discuss something and so naturally you dragged your dear Penelope to attend with you. He probably knows about how inseparable you two became after you met on the Second Prince's birthday ball, so she should've expected it.

Even though you both stood in front of luxurious paintings, filled with passion and meaning, but you and Penelope were looking at other passion-filled works.

Penelope had a talent for drawing, she often spent her past time doodling and drawing certain characters and eventually she learnt a thing or two about anatomy and well eventually she started making self-indulgent work. Not that you could complain, that shit was amazing!

She presented her latest masterpiece, opening her brown notebook, flipping past pages with normal anatomy studies and casual doodles until she finally found what she desired. She held the notebook between you two and you instinctively huddled together so that if someone were to come up behind you they won't get a peak. You both chuckled as you recalled the scene that inspired this.

That day, you two were about to leave the palace after a ball when you saw Callisto and his aide, Cedric Porter, engaging in a conversation. Though you could not make out the conversation, what you two could make out from their expressions and body language was:

1. Something was bothering the poor little aide

2. The prince doesn't seem to care

3. And the prince-- wait what was that smirk he gave Cedric?

"Holy shit..." Penelope muttered, cover her hand with one hand and slapping your arm with the other, "Cederic is totally blushing right?" Her voice was hushed, but brimming with excitement. "Yeah Yeah!" You replied, holding Penelope's arm as you watched the scene unfold.

After flashing that (seemingly teasing) smirk he began to walk away, Cedric seemed annoyed by the prince's response and grabbed his arm and forced him around. "Before we talk about how his expression changed from shock, to amusement to adoration and or lust as he witnessed his submissive omega's fiery temper," You began to speak, your eyes open wide, you'd never expect to see yaoi in this world. "We HAVE TO address the fact the way that twink's hands wrapped around his bicep."

"Yea it looked like CEO and Y/N for a sec..." Penelope said, kind of concerned but whatever's going on is peak so far. "Hey, maybe they could be this world's Zhenya and Taekjoo, except Callisto would be a MUCH better Zhenya" "That's not that high of a bar, dear..." She gave you a quick glance, scrunching her eyebrows and cringing.

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Cedric was always fun to be around, even more fun to tease especially considering how easy it is to make him nervous and blush. He didn't do it often (a lie), he wouldn't want some nosey nobles getting the wrong idea(also a lie). As he walked out, smiling as he recalled the expressions that Cedric makes, He should know how easy he is to read, his face practically gives away all of his thoughts!. That thought made him chuckle a little as he turned back to see Cedric stomping away from him in the other direction, but as he turned back, he noticed two girls watching him and suddenly turn away.

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As you looked back onto the Dojinshi panels, depicting a certain blonde man on top of a certain brunette, you admired the scene; Cedric was laying on his stomach, his hands gripped the sheets next to his head, his expression seemed listless. His eyes rolled back into his skull and his mouth agape, tears streamed down his face and drool dripped out of his mouth. There was wet spots on the pillow beneath him, where his face was once pressed against. Callisto had one hand around Cedric's stomach and the other hand making sure his own body stays up and sturdy. The hand which he draped across his lover's belly was used to press their sweat covered bodies together, he looked over Cedric's shoulder, checking his expression. He still held the same cocky smirk he always had as he watch his lover pathetically whimper after every thrust, eyes rolling back so hard that a part of him worried it might get stuck like that forever.

You complimented Penelope's artistic skills, as she proudly showed you her creation. The sheer joy that bubbled up within the two of you as you carefully observed every panel, and Penelope's hard work being carefully admired, was released in the form of chuckling and giggling like middle schoolers.

You two were so caught up in your own world that you didn't notice the arrogant footsteps approaching behind you until a shadow loomed over you, putting a shade over you, Penelope and the doujinshi. You both turned around slowly, in sync, praying that the person behind them would be ANYBODY than the unfortunate two... You gulped audibly when you recognized his imposing figure and arms crossed over each other (You now realized how accurate Penelope got his features!) as you looked up at his face, you became puzzled.

'He...He doesn't look upset at all' You and Penelope thought, sharing the same speech bubble.

His face seemed more curious rather than upset before his signature smirk appeared as he said, "Mind if I borrow that?". Your jaws dropped.

'WHAT'S HE GONNA USE IT FOR??' You and Penelope yelled internally, sharing the same speech bubble.

He chuckled before snatching the book out of Penelope's hands. "Don't worry," He yelled as he ran away, using the open book to wave goodbye. "I won't tell him who made this!" He ran into the sunset, presumably searching for his aide to show him this masterpiece.

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Everyone needs three hobbies: one to give you carpel tunnel, one to leave you sore and bruised, and one for your distant relatives to insist you monetize

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Jerking off. Falling down the stairs. Fixing the wifi.

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No, app on my phone, I don't want to edit it with AI. I don't want to generate with AI. I don't want to ask the AI. I don't want to make AI wallpapers. I don't want to rewrite with AI. I don't want t-

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THE DIVINE INTERVENTION: AN ANALYSIS ON LIGHT YAGAMI

The god of the new world is the claim Light Yagami made to become the first time using the death note. He views himself as a god. So how come, as the story comes to a close, he became nothing more than a puppet of his own desires? Light was bound to lose from the start, better yet he was bound to die from the moment he decided to use the Death Note, as it's said whoever uses the Death Note cannot enter heaven or hell and will meet an unfortunate end. Today I'm going to dissect Light Yagami and show how everything was pointing to one inevitable ending.

IN THE RELIGIOUS CONTEXT

Light's ideology and beliefs are more closely tied to religion rather than the law of the state—specifically in relation to catholicism. If you are familiar with the stories in the bible, you'd know that names carry a significant meaning to the person. It describes a person's essence, their character, and their Divine destiny designed by God. To rename someone would mean a fundamental shift within one's life purpose and identity with God. So, first of all does the name Light Yagami mean?

THE NAME

Light Yagami, Yagami translating to “Night God” and Light to moon—however, it is pronounced as “Light”. His name perfectly encapsulates his mindset and goals: the idea of becoming god of the new world and his initial aspirations of being a beacon of hope for the people who live in a world filled with darkness and injustice. As the series progresses, though, we witness a shift, a subtle but noticeable trait: whenever he was referring to himself, he always used the name Kira rather than his own real name. Kira a name given by the public as a romanized version of the word “killer”-he himself may not have acknowledged it but he was unintentionally accepting the role of a killer, to be known as Kira than for his initial goal, for from the very start it was evident, it wasn't for the well being of any but for his self interest, his own satisfaction alone. And later, it was no longer Light Yagami, a human, but Kira, a God.

THE CREATION OF ADAM

One of the details I noticed is how they referred to the creation of Adam; however, there is a stark difference. See in the original, God is extending his hand to Adam, who is relaxed, which illustrates that God is always offering life and love, but that humanity is given the choice to reach right back. In Death Note, it was replaced with Light and Ryuk, with an apple being offered in between. In the original, God is outstretched, trying to provide connection to Adam, while Adam is lying back, not even bothering to lift a finger to meet God halfway. Now the meaning of the relaxed posture flips; Ryuk is the one relaxed. Ryuk is a god of death, yet he is the relaxed one because it portrays how, from the very beginning, he didn't care who got the death note in the first place; to him, it was all to please his boredom. To Light, in comparison, well, it simply was a blessing to him, for it gave him the ability to take life; for him to be able to alter the world to how he sees fit. Yet, he is solely relying on the death note; take that away, and he has no real power. He needs the death note as it is the only “proof” that he is a divine being, blessed with the powers of a god, that he is God. One more detail is how he is shown to be Adam in the portrait — Adam being the first person god created and Light being the first person to use the Death Note. An important thing to know about Adam is that he was the one who gave the animals and living things their names, signifying his dominion over them. For light to write someone's name would mean a direct invocation of his divine authority, to assert “his” control. That once he has your name, you are completely and utterly at his mercy.

However, another interpretation of this same portrait is the significance of the apple. Why place it there in the first place? In the original, there is only a gap between the fingers. And why an apple specifically? The apple represents temptation and sin among humans, but it is Eve who offers the apple to Adam-that's the distinction because Ryuk isn't even offering the apple; if anything, it seems like Light is the one trying to hand it, he is the one reaching out to Ryuk. In this sense, it is a reverse temptation: if Light can provide entertainment to temporarily cure a god of death’s boredom, then in exchange he can do as he pleases.

THERE IS A GOD

His character reminds me of the argument that “if God is real, why is there so much violence and hurt? Why would he allow such things to happen?” People are often left dumbfounded to think how such atrocities can happen in their world despite doing good all their lives. Light truly believes that evil is a persistent disease that only “he” can eradicate; he proceeds to use the notebook to kill criminals regardless of the level of crime they commit.

But have you ever wondered why people act the way they do? It's not that evil is inherent; it's just that freedom is. The freedom to act as you please is not a disease, but rather a privilege that others took advantage of for their pleasure — one might argue that any loving deity will provide us with freedom, for control over one's anatomy, over one's mind will not create individuals; they'll be nothing more than dolls for it to act however they please.

Then that makes you ask yourself what the line is between good and bad? Well, you need to understand it's not as simple as black or white, as most of the time people are grey, most of the time they're just people, and oftentimes the line between the two blurs. A good person is willing to take action despite being inconvenienced, and a bad person is someone who takes anything and everything if it means satisfying themselves. But even so, who are we to decide whether or not a person is good or bad? Who are we to judge whether they deserve to die? Being human is being able to feel, but acknowledge we cannot control a person's actions, we only control our own.

And that is the defining line between good and evil, a person's actions. The decision you make when faced with a situation, especially one where morality or ethics come to question. Anyone can think that an action is “wrong” but choosing how to act accordingly is a different topic. In the case for Light though, with every situation he is faced with we see time and time again how his selfishness prevails over the “righteous” goal he claims to stand for — keeping Misa in the promise of loving but in reality is only using her because of her undying devotion. Trying to pursue his dad (who was dying mind you) to kill someone for him even at his dying breath, or how about just killing anyone who “stands in the way” or “loose ends”, or even at the very end were he was cornered his immediate action was to shift the blame to his follower and claim it was just to “frame him”. No matter how you look at it, all of it is just wrong. Light views being “mighty” and “powerful” as Godhood, but mistakes it as tyranny; he just wants to be known as a powerful individual, in the pretense of something mighty. Taking advantage of people who question the cruelty in the world by presenting himself as one who will “kill” all evil.

THE INEVITABLE

Light initially falls in the shade of grey; it was criminally wrong, but the intention was understandable, even admirable. However, we witness the inconsistency in his “goals” because soon it wasn't a means to create a world filled with good people, but rather a world where he is the sole judge. And you can see that by his need to always be right, to be known and acknowledged as a this almighty being and killing anyone who tries to prevent it or disposing people who have no more use for him, he keeps people close such as Misa, Takada s family, not as loved ones but as proof of his “loving nature” and confirmation of his power over others.

So how did he lose? He seemed to have everything planned out and was always planning a step. But the main cause of it was simply himself. The belief that he controlled everything and everyone, and that his word was the word of “God,” was the catalyst for him to overlook one crucial characteristic of humans: the ability to decide. He relied on blind obedience, then formed an actual “partnership” with Mikami, and because of Teru Mikami's panicked decision to kill Takada, allowed an opening for Near to manipulate Mikami. That simple error, all because he thought that his ‘’follower” would do exactly as he asked, became the critical point in stopping him.

He ended up playing himself; he lost a game he created because of his greed for more, to be more, to satisfy his belief that he is “more”. Instead of continuing to see himself as Light, a person, his belief in being a god, of being Kira, ultimately led to his demise; instead, he became the very thing he sought to eradicate in the first place. He was desperately trying to play God and in the end, he played write into the God of death's hands and paid that price with his own life—dying exactly in the middle of the stairs case to show that he can no longer enter heaven or hell — he becomes the final image of a man who, in trying to control everyone else's fate, only ever controlled his own undoing, the only strings he was pulling were his own.

[furinadefontaine22]

“whos the top and bottom in lawlight?” no one. they’re having sex in such unconventional and freakishly unheard of ways that there’s no feasible way it could ever be categorised into labels like that. what they do is beyond understanding. but also L tops

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Self-Interview 1

Don't read this is you don't want spoilers for 'Cover me in dirt until I come out clean' otherwise known as 'CMID' from now on.

This is essentially me interviewing myself about this one fic and it will contain parts I haven't yet written

It is the morning of 15 july, 2026, when we will discuss CMID.

I have no plot in mind for this specific fic, I basically just got into a envy-induced writer's block and wanted to write something meaningful like Mad endings by Bannaand the idea for this fic came to me after I watched 'The Machinist' by ____ so maybe it had something to do with the themes you'll see here. I wanted to make it more dark, I haven't seen/read anything with the unreliable narrator part but I'm just going to write what I think an unreliable narrator is. The 'big twist' would be is that the MC, Arabella, didn't really kill her mother.

She grew up in the same circumstances and og penelope and had to witness a lot of violence and malnourishment growing up, so I imagine that maybe something would happen and the MC will be interrogated by the Duke and his sons and Winter. During the investigation, Winter or Reynold will bring up the fact that she grew up impoverished and she wouldn't be able to carry something like a chainsaw.

What really happened that day is that she watched one of her mother's clients hold her down and mutilated her with a chainsaw and Arabella just so happened to be watching. I'm not sure what's it's called, but in ORV, when KDJ thinks he killed his father only to realize that it was his mother who killed him all along. Her character is based off of her desire to be stoic, despite not being a stoic person. And she believes she is inherently evil (she doesn't truly believe if ifykwim). She tries to produce this image of herself where she is stoic yet manipulative.

In the prologue's first line, she compares a clean stone with a withered one. I want to use this 'metaphor' in other things in the story, for example as she is the new worker she is the clean stone, she's coming to the house with no preconceived prejudice towards Penelope while the other maids have been weathered by the older maid's mistreatment of Penelope and eventually engage in that mistreatment or turn a blind eye.

So I'll try to repeat this 'metaphor' to show how the MC feels better when she's the clean stone and not stuck with being the one covered in grime. But there will be times where she'll be the dirty stone, like how Penelope and her were cut from the same leaf, yet Penelope bloomed and she didn't exactly. In that sense, Penelope was given more opportunities as she was able to escape poverty, she is the clean stone.

Also if I do make it an x Callisto thing, there will be a stone comparison but I highly doubt that'll happen.

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Third years.. or second maybe

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SHES HEREEEEEE

what should her name be?

Does she look good as a pfp?

By: Shirasesan on insta

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My Last String

Chapter 3

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You have been ~iskeai'd~ and awoke as the youngest member of the Verdandi family and half-sibling of Winter Verdandi. In the original story's progression, you weren't supposed to be introduced until Penelope or Ivonne chose Winter as the love interest so as a side character you planned on laying low and not getting involved until you and Penelope figured out that you both had be isekaid. And so, as the story progressed, you were Penelope's last string of sanity.

Inspired by this fic by @forbidden-sunlight

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A stone bricked wall loomed behind you, and the rose bushes all around you entrapped you. Your eyes were bulging out of your head as you panted, regaining your breath after running for your life, you didn't even notice how hard you were gripping her hand. When she pulled her hand away and rubbed her wrist. She looked at her wrist before glaring up at you, although her glare wasn't fully hateful. When she realized the blood dripping down her neck, she pressed the handkerchief against it, hissing quietly at the pressure.

"Holy shit" You said between pants. You two ran away from the prince at the speed of light until you found a corner, bright, isolated and far from the prince and other nobles. The warm light casted by the torches on the wall added a romantic and comforting tone to the otherwise horrific scene.

You didn't want anyone seeing Penelope with a blood-soaked handkerchief pressed against her throat and you doubt that she would want to be seen by others right now. "A-Are you alright? Can I see the wound for a second?" She nodded hesitantly and mumbled 'I'm alright' as she removed the handkerchief, she hissed as she leaned her head back, letting you to take a closer look. Thankfully, the would isn't too deep and you sighed in relief. You placed your hands on her shoulder before pulling her in for a hug, "Thank goodness you're alright!" The sudden hug paralyzed her, her eyes were wide and her hands lingered over your back, but before she could hug you back you pulled away.

"What happened?" Your eyes were full of worry, she doesn't think anyone ever worried about her or even looked at her like that.

'She just met me, is she really that worried...for me?' She wondered. She still held a daze expression since the sudden embrace and you had to call her name out a couple times to pull her out of her thoughts. "uh-Well, I think the yellow trail was leading to...him. Because, I followed the road and suddenly he jumped me. He had his blade against my throat and demanded why I was following him and thought I was an assassin sent by the empress." She paused and her gaze trailed off to the hand you placed on her arm, "And, then you showed up." Her gaze went down to your shoes.

"Do you think that he thinks that you -- and me by proxy -- are assassins?"

"I don't think assassins would do what you did back there, they'd rather kill him than save the other person and run, no?" She said, her lip curved upwards as she spoke.

"Yea you're right, I just hope that we're not on his hit list" You crossed your arms and shivered, recalling how ruthless he was in the game, especially to Penelope. "Do you think we should attend the hunting tournament? I mean I was thinking about skipping that thing since I'm not fond of hunting aaand I didn't wanna interact with anyone, but like, should we try to get on his good side?"

"What can we do at the hunting tournament to get on his good side"

"I dunno send him a cake that says 'We are not assassins' and then kill in his honor?" She chuckled in response.

You two chuckled, making jokes back and forth, referencing things in pop culture that would make a bystander think you both are delusional. It's not a far fetched assumption for them to make, she is the mad dog of Eckhart, perhaps she could make you mad as well.

Your bonding session was cut short when you heard Winter call out your name. You and Penelope turned to face him, sometime during the bonding session you clasped you hands on Penelope's free hand.

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My Last String

Chapter 2

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You have been ~iskeai'd~ and awoke as the youngest member of the Verdandi family and half-sibling of Winter Verdandi. In the original story's progression, you weren't supposed to be introduced until Penelope or Ivonne chose Winter as the love interest so as a side character you planned on laying low and not getting involved until you and Penelope figured out that you both had be isekaid. And so, as the story progressed, you were Penelope's last string of sanity.

Inspired by this fic by @forbidden-sunlight

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She was already watching you as you planned what to say, you knew that it had to be a reference -- or multiple, so that if she is iskeai'd like you hoped, then she'd pick it up and you two could celebrate and be friends, but if she didn't then she'll just think you're a bit odd. So, you calmly approached her and decided to casually drop some hints.

You kept creeping up closer and closer to her, waiting for her to notice you. "Do you need something?" She said, annoyed. You began to hum the soundtrack to 'Duke - Love project!', the game this world is based on, hoping that if she iskeai'd because she played this game then she would recognize the song that plays in the background. At first, she squinted her eyes and turned away to ignore you until the familiar song hit her and she swooped around to stare at you wide-eyed. Her face brightened when she realized that you both were stuck in the same situation, so she rushed to clasp your hands and ask you the question, She leaned into your ear and whispered, "Are you not from here too?" She probably knew the answer to that as she was staring at you with sparkles in her eyes, but you still nodded your head vigorously before reminding her that you two needed to be discreet.

You and Penelope continue to talk, though you two couldn't discuss about the situation you two were in due to the fact that there's people around you, but you two still managed to grow a fondness for one another.

"You got any plans tomorrow?" You asked, hoping to talk to her in private at her house.

"No-" She was interrupted by someone bursting into the banquet, dragging a dead body behind him. You two expected him to enter soon, but the loud entrance caused you both to jolt. The man who barged in was not a man you both could forget. The man who lead to Penelope's demise multiple time -- Callisto Regulus, The Crown prince of the Eroka empire. You could see the fear and maybe resent in Penelope's eyes, understandable since he was the reason that she (and you) weren't able to progress in the story properly and made you two restart the game over and over. But you both couldn't help but admire his character design, he looked like a true monarch with his expensive clothing, his aura, and his most glaring attribute: His hair that look like its spun from gold and his piercing ruby eyes. He declared to his brother, explaining how he sent an assassin to kill him and also stated the audacity of his brother sitting on the throne for the crown prince. After this showdown, Callisto marched out of the banquet hall.

Suddenly, you saw a notification pop up in front of your face, looking completely out of place from your surroundings. The notification bar was white with a violet fade on the sides and a blinding glow all around, The notification itself told you to go to the Royal Garden and a golden particle trail leading outside. Penelope offered to go first and advised you to watch from afar, you're not supposed to interact with the main characters in the story yet and any action you both take is bound to change the course of the story, and if the story changes too much you two no longer have an upper hand. So you followed her advice and walked out about 7 minutes after her.

You followed the yellow trail until you heard some commotion up ahead. You were in the palace gardens, rose bushes were to your left and the stone bricked wall of the palace on your right, you peaked around to corner and found the source of the commotion. The Crown Prince had held his sword against Penelope's throat, pressing her against the wall behind her, forcing her for an answer as he says, 'Well? I'm waiting.'

You rushed towards Penelope, pushing the Crown Prince away. "What the fuck are you doing?!" You said as grab Penelope's wrist and dragged her away, catching him by surprise.

Once you two had gotten far away, you stopped. You two were in front of the quiet, empty entrance of the banquet, guarded by two knights but you two stood out of earshot. You faced Penelope, hiding her state from the guards so as to not raise suspicion, but also to talk to her. You pulled out a white handkerchief that had a blue tint and a rabbit playing with two blue roses embroided on it from your bag, and handed to her. As she pressed the wound with the handkerchief with her right hand, you grasped her left hand and asked her for an explanation.

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crossposted from my ao3

[gertitious]

Do you think you’ll make a fourth part to “you caught me “ series?

I replied to this before and I hope you didn't see it... I have chapter 4 in the drafts, I was originally going to make it the last part of the series and make it fluff + smut but then halfway through I realized I could not write F/M smut and so I'm going to make it sort of like a filler episode... It'll just be fluff to show how they're feelings for each other progressed,

I want to make this story longer because Makima is still hunting for him and he's grieving Pochita not knowing it's still inside him and also him figuring out he's the chainsaw man. I'm not sure if I can pull that off cuz what I'm imagining is something more action based and I typically write romance-centered one

The Reader character may stay human the entire time or will become a hybrid the same way Asa did or just be like a caretaker for him

[gertitious]

I'm neglecting my studies (bc i'm a lazy bum) and also because I NEED to like say this:

I hate VDTD.

It made me feel things I never wanted to feel.

Mainly, the fact that I have so much love for Penelope and Callisto. I have so much love for the series that I wish it didn't exist or I never came across it that one evening and decide to read it.

I don't think I've loved something more than I love this stupidly beautiful series.

This stupid shit made me yearn for things I could never have.

I can't even continue reading.

I don't enjoy getting emotional while reading something. I have great respect for the authors that have written emotional scenes because I could never, but-- but gyeoeul. I believe that you are the greatest writer to ever exist, but it hurts too much. I'm probably just sensitive but whatever! Death is the only ending for the villainess changed me in a way no other work of fiction ever could. I was normal before DITOEFTV, I'M FUNNY AND LESS ANNOYING NOW BUT I'M DELUSIONAL NOW I remember the day I came upon this master piece. I was snugged up in my blanket in the corner of my bed. It was my school holidays and I suddenly wanted to read this manwha I found. At the time, I wasn't really into RoFan stuff, I barely knew of it, but oh my. I love RoFan now and it's purely because of VADTD. I read until the end of season 4, I picked up the series a week after the hiatus was announced. And I remember, weeping at that scene where Penelope was in a coma from poisoning herself and Callisto kissed her goodbye.

I might regret saying this, but like... Keep in mind that I'm a lonely 16 year old as i say,

I really really really want to be like reborn into VDTD. I know it's not possible and that this is real life, but I wish something would bless me to get to go. I hate staying here, I hate doing all this stuff, I hate that I feel so lonely even though I have plenty of friends and I hate how fucking delusional I am.

My greatest desire (as of right now) is to transmigrate into another world.

My greatest desire (as of right now) is to go somewhere where I can live comfortably with someone who loves me wholly and truly.

[gertitious]

My Last String

Chapter 1

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You have been ~iskeai'd~ and awoke as the youngest member of the Verdandi family and half-sibling of Winter Verdandi. In the original story's progression, you weren't supposed to be introduced until Penelope or Ivonne chose Winter as the love interest so as a side character you planned on laying low and not getting involved until you and Penelope figured out that you both had be isekaid. And so, as the story progressed, you were Penelope's last string of sanity.

Inspired by this fic by @forbidden-sunlight

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You were at the banquet, watching the second prince sit upon a throne as his mother sat next to him. He watched as other nobles mingled amongst each other and high ranking nobles would occasionally come up to him and wish him a happy birthday. You tried not to stare for too long, you knew what isekai stories were like, one wrong move and boom! You're involved in plot and suddenly switched from being an unnamed side character to the main character. You didn't want to get involved, in a story like this, you weren't sure if you'd get the Ivonne easy route or Penelope's 'hell' route and you weren't going to risk that. Along with pretending not to stare at the golden glow coming from the throne, second prince and his mother -- you seldom looked or even spoke to any other nobles.

Before getting isekai'd, you were a 19-year-old student in a capitalistic society designed to kick your ass over and over. So, when you woke up as a noble lady and did not need to work for any of her riches, you were escatic and ready to live a life without worries. But you knew that you had to keep away from drama so you can live a unbothersome life, so instead of meeting new people you decided to only watch from the corner. It was sorta hard for you to completely avoid everybody, especially considering that you were reborn into the Verdandi family, they were one of the high-ranking noble family so family-friends would pass by to greet you. You came to the banquet with Winter since he was now your half-sibling and after Winter left to explore the gardens, no one approached you anymore and you were able to stand quietly in the corner. You haven't gotten close to Winter, which was fine considering his original half-sibling was distant with him too.

As you scanned the room, you found a familiar magenta hair lady in the crowd, standing in the corner and people-watching. Even from a distance, she look magnificent, elegant, and your jaw was agape. The way she carried herself, it wasn't like the 'rabid dog of Eckheart' but more like a sophisticated lady, you couldn't help but be drawn. So you moved closer, not close enough for her to notice you but close enough for you to see her features. But, even though you hid in the crowd, she gave you a glance, only a glance, but it was enough to tell you that she noticed. So you stopped, and looked off into the distance, deciding when it would be appropriate to look back at her without looking creepy. But before you knew it, she was standing next to you. She wasn't even going to attempt to engage in a conversation, since she was already stuck in one with Derrick, but as you eavesdropped you noticed some things about her. Her tone, Penelope is troubled and naive girl, but this one sounds mature, stern and stubborn. She also addressed Derrick differently, more casual, and she didn't refer to him as 'brother' but instead said 'Lord Eckheart' with a slight, almost feint scorn. So, you waited until Derrick left, but you could tell he felt something was off about you as well. Maybe he thought you were weird, which was understandable since your body was jittering from a mix of nervousness and excitement. The optimist in you said: "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, what if we were both isekai'd! Maybe, maybe then we both could stay away from the plot, let Ivonne have what she wants and we can live the life of the upper class." Its obvious that you'd pick a life of comfort rather than worrying about grades and money all the time. But the pessimist in you said: "Your gonna reveal to her that you've been isekai'd and she's gonna think you're a freak and do a whole ass investigation on you and they'll think your a witch and kill you."

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crossposted from my ao3

[the-blood-and-iron-crown-prince]

Yep, it's me.

[gertitious]

i hate (love) him for the way he changed the direction of my life.