Woe! Unfortunate magical accident upon ye, your OC has now been cursed with reverse telepathy🧠📢People around them can hear each and every internal thought being broadcasted. Oh no! Hopefully they can find someone who can undo this pesky spell, or just to keep them company until it wears off!
-🔮✨diodellet (hopefully im doin this magic nonon thing right)
Ty for the ask dio! Oh boy if this isn't a concept (that makes me feel like I'm putting poor Emi through a wringer, oof).
First thought: oh my goodness Emi is going to die of embarrassment. Plus she very much thinks with words, too, so no saving grace of having mostly images or something like that in her mind.
A lot depends on when and how this happens, tbh. In the middle of class? Better hope she’s thinking of class material, or her doodles, and not of Jamil, the teacher’s mannerisms or something else potentially embarrassing.
Or if it’s like an alchemy accident, then oops to whoever is involved for hearing about Emi’s frustration without a filter. (I feel bad for Grim if he's involved in some way, because she probably would be thinking something along the lines of "great, yet another thing going wrong because of this idiot" 😭. Tho tbf, the same would probably go for ADeuce, too.)
Though I suppose the saving grace is that in most cases, Grim is likely to be around, and would probably be pretty quick to be all “what are you talking about” or otherwise react, so the broadcasting would not last for long without Emi being aware of it.
Especially if she was alone or with just Grim when it happened (like, let’s say one day Emi wakes up with the broadcast thing happening), Emi’s instinct would very much be to hole up alone in Ramshackle - either sending Grim out as a messenger to the faculty / infirmary, or sending messages on the phone she got from Crowley if we’re past the first winter break. Or calling people, if the thoughts are only getting broadcasted to her physical surroundings.
Still, Emi would want to avoid other people overhearing her thoughts at all costs - it’s such a loss of control, and she’d very much hate having her inner world revealed like that, without her having much power over it. It'd feel pretty violating to her, honestly, all these things just spilling out.
Not to mention those thoughts where she herself is like "come on brain, what a rude / inappropriate first thought, that is not what we want to be doing".
If Emi had to be out and about, she’d probably try to focus on like counting in her mind, or trying to go through the lyrics of a song - or perhaps the ring-verse from the Lord of the Rings. Trying to make sure that at least she won’t be broadcasting any untoward thoughts about anyone, or otherwise won’t slip out something that she wouldn’t want to say aloud.
Alternatively: everyone can hear how she’s hashing out how to phrase the explanation of her situation to like the school nurse or the faculty. Or maybe she'd purposefully try to just loop the explanation in her mind, to explain things before she gets too many weird looks.
Of course, even then she’d get distracted enough to have other idle musings slip in, always quick to scold herself or apologize for anything "wrong" that she catches herself thinking.
Even with all that in mind, I think Emi wouldn’t mind having Grim around too much. Partially, of course, it's by necessity - she may ask Grim to spend some time elsewhere, but can't really kick him out of Ramshackle.
But also, in some sense, Grim’s opinion is not so important to her, because with him she’s not trying as much to project a good image or impress him. Like with how much time he spends with her, Grim already sees her all casual and homey, and most of what’s going on with her in general. So it’s not as much of a big deal with Grim, even if he hears something "weird". Though she still wouldn't be happy about thinking anything too personal / intimate with him around.
(She would be hoping the ghosts will keep their distance, though.)
As for Jamil, their relationship would have to be pretty far along for Emi to feel even somewhat comfortable letting him come over in person. Like, probably a year or so of dating for her to be at least okay-ish with Jamil coming over, though she’d still be kinda hesitant. Early relationship Emi, however, would be just way too worried of being somehow weird or off-putting.
Though considering the amount of masking Jamil does, and his own liking of privacy, I want to think he wouldn't feel too slighted, at least if he has some time to think about it. And at least they can still keep in contact via the phone.
Basically, the faculty (or anyone else who's the right kind of authority figure to perhaps be of help), ADeuce, Trey, maybe Riddle (she might be lucky and he knows something helpful), Jamil and everyone else (Malleus if his phone isn’t fried and they’ve actually exchanged phone numbers finally) is getting contacted via phone, unless she absolutely has to be somewhere in person.
So yeah, unfortunately Emi’s private enough that this kind of a situation will lead to her just holing up (and very much trying to chase off like ADeuce if they decide to turn up anyway - though she’d probably be somewhat more tolerant of Deuce than Ace, since she’d feel like he’s less likely to be judgy if she thinks anything “weird”). So hopefully someone can figure out something out before too long (meanwhile, Emi's trying to crash course herself on like mindfulness and meditation and clearing her mind, which of course is something you can quickly pick up, especially under duress).
For Emi's taglist, tagging @diodellet @scint1llat3 @moonyasnow @bibi-cha
If anyone else would like to be tagged for Emi / jamemi things, just let me know!
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-diodellet (🥺💕dont mind me bein late and sappy, delayed affection upon ye)
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i am curios, what about 15 and 49 for both jamiliz and malbeau?
-diodellet
woe oc x canon ask be upon me ✉️👏🫶🔥 THANK YOU DIO!!!
15. How do they comfort one another when the other is upset?
jamiliz:
when Liz is upset Jamil offers to let her help with his tasks for the day, the type of menial chores that she as a busybody would appreciate doing to get her mind off things
Liz in turn does not bother Jamil directly if she knows he’s in a bad mood, opting to text him encouragement and remind him she’ll be ready to hear him out once he’s done internally processing
at the end of the day though both set time aside to sit down and pamper the other while they air out whatever leftover grievances need to be said
malbeau:
Beau doesn’t like letting others know that he’s upset about anything ever and Malleus isn’t one to offer his own struggles on a silver platter. instead of confronting it directly they find themselves walking along the campus grounds while they quietly talk about whatever topic comes to mind, the brief stint of escapism does wonders. at one point Malleus (presumably) jokingly offers to be rid of both their problems but Beau is quick to shoot that down, in the grand scheme whatever upset them didn’t need THAT dire a measure
49. Is there a word or gesture that makes either of them melt?
jamiliz:
answered in this post!
malbeau:
Malleus finds the simple act of Beau smiling carefree something he’s been quickly endeared to. he notes that it makes Beau appear a lot more youthful, has even commented on it and found that the awkward smile he was given in response wasn’t as satisfying
Beau is embarrassed to admit it but he enjoys any physical affection related to comfort, particularly whenever Malleus threads his hand into his hair and massages his scalp. the first time it happened Beau subconsciously leaned into the hand completely relaxed, mortified once he snapped out of his stupor to see the Malleus’ mildly smug expression
hiii! i just saw your requests are open and imagine my excitement!! bcs aaa i rlly really love your writings💕💕theyre such a treat to read, the shenanigans and character interactions are so captivatingly written that i am: Smitten
could i req: a short platonic fic where luke teaches you (gn!mc), a chronic instant noodles eater++kitchen-illiterate person, how to cook?
i think it wud be a funny sight for the rest of purgatory hall getting to see this lil angel easily navigate a stove/handles a knife while the actual adult is struggling not to mix sugar nd salt (also ik he mostly bakes but im of the mind that canon was meant to be ignored HAHA and besides theres not enough fics of luke gettin to be mc's guardian angel)
please tag me @diodellet too, thank you (not to rush u or anyth, by all means take your time to work your magic, writing words gets hard smtimes) 💕💕💕i hope you have a wonderful day and remember to hydrate!!
Thank you so much! That’s so sweet! I hope you’ll like it. I'm sorry that it got a little (or a lot) longer than I intended, but it was a really cute idea. @diodellet
Luke teaching a kitchen-illiterate gn!MC to cook
“You know, MC,” Simeon mused, handing you a sandwich, “I’d like to try your home cooking someday.”
The members of Purgatory Hall had invited you to a picnic – Simeon and Luke prepared all the food. Solomon offered to help them, but Simeon insisted that since it was Luke’s idea to have a picnic that day, Luke should be responsible for the cooking. However, as Luke’s guardian, Simeon had to be there to help. Usually, Luke would have protested being treated like a child, but if it got Solomon out of the kitchen, he’d tolerate it.
“Yeah, good luck with that,” Solomon laughed.
“What’s so funny?” Raphael asked.
“MC doesn’t cook,” Solomon informed everyone on your behalf.
“What?” Luke was shocked. “Why not? What do you do when it’s your day to cook? I thought you and those demons split the chores up.”
“I usually just order out or get some of those pre-made meals. Honestly, we eat a lot of instant food when I’m on cooking duty. I can’t really do much without ruining the food.”
“You’re joking, right?” Simeon chuckled, but when you failed to laugh along, his face stiffened up. “Right?”
“Nope, they’re completely lost in the kitchen. Asmo told me that he tried to teach them how to make an omelet and everything inside was undercooked and cut into huge, uneven chunks. They even burned the eggs,” Solomon told on you.
“Oh, you’re one to insult someone’s cooking.” You narrowed your eyes at him before turning back to the bewildered angels. “But he’s right. I’m pretty incompetent in the kitchen. No one ever really taught me, and they’re not usually patient enough for me to learn.”
“That’s unacceptable, MC!” Luke shouted. “You need to be able to cook. What if you get sick from poor nutrition? Besides, cooking is fun. I’ll teach you.”
“Luke, you don’t have to do that. That sounds like it will be a lot of trouble for you.” You declined his offer, worried that he was simply pitying you.
“Nonsense! I insist! If you don’t learn, I’ll always be worried about you eating right or getting hurt in the kitchen. Just come for one lesson. If you hate it, we’ll figure something else out. Please?”
“Okay,” you admitted defeat. “Thank you, Luke.”
“Good.” Luke grinned. “Come to Purgatory Hall tomorrow afternoon.”
Simeon greeted you at the door that afternoon, a bright smile on his face. “I’m so glad you’re here. Luke has been up since early morning getting ready for your arrival.”
“Simeon!” Luke shouted at him, flushed with embarrassment. “It wasn’t that early. Come in, MC. Raphael made you an apron last night, so he’s still asleep.”
You put on the well-made and rather adorable apron and followed Luke to the kitchen. Jars of spices and nearly a dozen fruits and vegetables were set out on the counter. Luke went through the trouble of picking out produce that he had seen you eat before and ones that weren’t especially difficult to prepare or handle.
“Uhm, so,” you drew out the “o” sound while you scrambled to figure out what he had planned, but you were at a loss. “What are we making today?”
“Take a guess.”
“Salad?” you responded, uncertain of your guess.
“No – but that would have been a good beginner meal, too. We’re making soup – well, actually, curry.” Luke beamed at you, quite proud of his choice. “Curry is highly customizable. We can make it mild or spicy to suit your tastes, we can make it vegan or vegetarian, and you can change up the ingredients with the seasons. And there’s nothing more comforting and loving than making soup for yourself and those you care about.”
“Is curry a soup?” you questioned him.
“Well, let’s not get into that.” Simeon laughed awkwardly. He turned to Luke and pat him on the head gently. “I’m leaving MC in your hands, Luke. Be a good little teacher and call me over if you need help with anything.”
“Simeon! I’ve got this,” Luke whined and began pushing Simeon out of the kitchen from behind. Simeon waved goodbye to you during his forceful expulsion.
You put your hand to your mouth to prevent yourself from laughing or cracking a smile at how cute they were. When Luke returned guardian-less he symbolically dusted his hands off and instructed, “okay, we both need to wash our hands before we start cooking. Then we’ll wash all the produce you want to use.”
“Yessir,” you saluted him in jest before following orders. With clean hands, you perused the options.
Among other ingredients, there were two varieties of Devildom mushrooms, peppers, potatoes, revelation tomatoes, ghost pumpkin, and putrid pineapple. Your eyes landed on a deep red stalk. You picked it up. “What’s this one, Luke, some kind of Devildom celery?”
Luke blinked at you in amazement. “That’s rhubarb. It’s a human world vegetable. Solomon decided to grow some.”
“O-oh,” you set it down, embarrassed and half-expecting Luke to laugh.
“That’s okay. It does fit in with Devildom fruit and vegetables, doesn’t it?” Luke smiled at you innocently.
“I guess so. How many fruits and vegetables should I pick?”
“A couple. Add what you think will taste good. I’ll let you know if you make any awful choices, but I trust you.”
Something about his confidence in the face of your absolute lack of skill was comforting – like it was unlikely that you would fail, and if you might, he’d guide you away from a Solomon-level disaster. You grabbed the ghost pumpkin, chickpeas, red peppers, and a Devildom variety of chili pepper. “Is this okay?”
“Yeah, that will be great.”
“Is there anything you want to add, Luke?”
“Let’s add some revelation tomatoes! Barbatos brought these over just yesterday and they look amazing. We should add garlic and shallots or onions, too. Those are usually a given in curry, though.”
“I’m learning already,” you smiled through your words.
Luke watched over you diligently. After showing you the proper technique, he kept an eye out as you minced the garlic and shallots. He even corrected your hand position before he let you cut anything, ensuring that your fingers were curled or at least out of the way. It was adorable to hear him call the curled hand position the “cat paw.” In its own way, it was also pretty cute to watch a little angel holding a big knife. When you finished cutting up your half of the roasted pumpkin a good minute after Luke had finished his, it looked disappointing. Although, to be fair, Simeon and Solomon popping their head out from the hall to get a peak into the kitchen was a bit distracting.
“It’s kind of a mess compared to yours,” you noted, sheepishly.
“That’s okay.” Luke grinned and scooped your pumpkin pieces into the bowl with his. “They’re all about the same size, and there’s no seeds on them. They’ll cook up fine, and once they’re in the curry, no one will notice if they weren’t cut up that nicely as long as the food tastes good.”
You were taken aback by his optimism and sweetness – and so was whoever took a sharp inhale from the living room.
You and Luke were halfway through cutting the peppers and the aromatics were already in the pot along with a roux – adjusted to your spice level – when Solomon entered the kitchen. “Mind if I help you out in here?”
“Oh, no thank you.” You shook your head and added the coconut milk into the pot as Luke had instructed. “Luke’s doing a great job teaching me.”
“I’m a great cook,” he lied, mostly to himself, “I’m sure I could teach you a thing or two.”
“They said ‘no,’ Solomon. We can do this ourselves.”
“Come on,” Solomon tried to persuade you both.
“I’m bonding with Luke, so no.”
That was enough to shut Solomon up. He couldn’t bring himself to come between yours and Luke’s bonding time. “Can we at least come in and watch?”
“’We?’” you questioned him.
“It’s so boring trying to watch from the living room. Simeon couldn’t see well when you accidentally turned on the back burner and wondered why the pot hadn’t heated up after 5 minutes. It was really funny.”
“Your stove is different than the one at the House of Lamentation, you rude old wizard.”
“Come on, it was also really cute, MC.”
“As cute as one of your wizard staffs giving you a prostate exam?” You narrowed your eyes at him. Luke decided to tune out your fighting as he dumped the vegetables and chickpeas into the water.
“Maybe, but that’s a bit kinky to mention in front of Luke.” Solomon laughed and turned away. “Anyway, I’m going to get the others.”
“It was an insult you dirty old–” you started, but it was too late; he was already down the hall – and you didn’t actually have an insult on hand. Luke sighed and shook his head at you two. It wasn’t like he was above bickering, but no one should argue in a kitchen.
“While we have a minute, the last thing we need to cut up is the revelation tomato. We need to give it a secret, something good. I think we should both tell it a secret, what do you think, MC?”
“Okay. I’ll go first.” You looked at Luke’s adorable face as you took the tomato and made your choice. “Dear tomato, Luke is a really good teacher, and I’m glad he offered to teach me because I’m pretty useless in the kitchen. It’s usually embarrassing and pretty scary, but not when Luke is here to help. I’m really proud of him. And I know we’re not done with the dish yet, but I’m proud of myself, too – at least a bit.”
You handed the tomato to Luke. Sure, it wasn’t the juiciest of secrets, but you were happy with it. It felt right – like how the vegetables you picked out felt right or how the spices you added felt right. Luke stepped into the corner to whisper his secret to the tomato.
Luke had just finished telling the tomato his secret when Simeon, Raphael, and Solomon piled into the kitchen.
“So, how’s it going?” Simeon asked sweetly.
“MC’s doing a great job,” Luke bragged on your behalf while you focused on dicing the tomato. Whatever secret Luke had shared, the combination of both of your secrets had combined to make a perfectly juicy tomato that was fragrant and slightly sweet.
“Smells good,” Raphael commented.
“Thank you, Raph. And thank you for the apron. It’s cute.”
“No problem. I’m glad you didn’t cut any fingers off or get any blood on it.” Everyone ignored his grim comment. “You should take it home with you for when you cook for the brothers. I can always make you an apron specifically for here.”
“We could have matching aprons, MC!” Luke almost jumped with joy before restraining himself. He added, timidly, “Of course, that’s only if you want to have more cooking lessons.”
“I’d love to, Luke.”
You added the tomatoes into the pot, gave it a stir, turned the heat down, and added the lid on to allow the curry to simmer. Luke clapped his hands together and said, “Excellent. Lunch will be ready soon. I prepared some rice to go along with it.”
“When did you have time to do that?” you asked, stunned by what seemed to be the sudden appearance of a rice cooker on one of the counters. How had you not heard that going?
“While you were chopping vegetables.”
“Well, I’ll go set the table.” Simeon was reluctant to leave the precious sight of you and Luke in the kitchen. He never imagined you’d be so lost, nor did he imagine that Luke would make such an excellent teacher. Still, at least he would have the opportunity to see his favorite angel sorry Raphael and favorite human not sorry Solomon cooking together again.
“I’ll get some Demonus and some juice for Luke.” Raphael took his leave.
With every bowl filled, you stared around the table nervously. Who should take the first bite? What if it was awful? Confident, Luke dug in. You watched him carefully.
“This is good – if I do say so myself. You did a great job, MC.”
“It’s delicious,” Simeon added with a grin.
“Asmo would never believe that you made this,” Solomon offered his backhanded compliment. “I’m going to take a picture and share it on Devilgram. I should caption it ‘Thank you Luke and MC for making lunch.’”
“Good job, you two.” Raphael nodded.
“I couldn’t have done this without Luke.” All the praise was starting to get embarrassing, so you turned to Luke. “Thank you so much for teaching me.”
Luke was grinning from ear to ear. He could ace all his exams and he still wouldn’t feel prouder than he was now.
Bonus:
Luke’s secret:
“I’m so happy that I can finally help MC with something. They’re always helping me out, and I don’t get to repay the favor very often. I’m worried about them being alone, but if they can cook, that’s one less thing I have to worry about. I hope I can keep teaching them, and they’ll think of me as someone they can rely on.”
A/N: Sorry it took me so long to finally get to another request. I've been kind of out of it, and instead of committing to one request and finishing it, I started like 4 at once. I'll try to get on with the others soon, though.
😇😇asking no. 6 hekheke FMK: capitano, pantalone, and dottore
-diodellet
6. FMK (cause why not?)
Dio, how dare you ask such a difficult question. I had to stop and deeply think about it >:0
Kill Dottore for sure. Biases aside, I don’t trust him in my home or bed. But I’ll kill him in a way that allows me to savor his sexily disheveled, weakened, pathetic visage before he dies~
Now on to my reasoning for the next two!! First, Capitano and Pantalone are both financially stable and therefore equally marriageable. Second, I find them attractive in their own ways, so they are also equally fuckable—
The con is that Pantalone’s spouse must likely serve as his plus-one in sociopolitical events, whereas Capitano’s would see him less often due to his military missions. Therefore……
Fuck Pantalone. In addition to the social intelligence expected of his spouse, if that mf dies first, I’d have to track down and fight over his will, estates, death insurance, etc. with his close associates/ any surviving relatives.
The simpler answer is that appearance-wise, I also prefer pretty boys like him. And it was never stated that I can only fuck him once :>
Marry Capitano. Personally, I don’t mind the time apart since it means more free reign and independence. Due to his job, financial support is also guaranteed for his spouse if he dies.
Lastly, among the three Harbingers, he would be the most gentle and least demanding as a husband. So Capitano wins this game <3
hi hellow, its me kindly begging for more jamemi food throwin in numbers: 12, 13, and 42 from the oc relationships ask game!
-diodellet
Ty you for the questions Dio! ❤️ hjasdfs no worries I'm more than happy to do what I can
12. What is something their S/O does that makes them flustered?
For Emi: neck and knuckle kisses, genuine praise and words of affection. She gets all wiggly and restless when she’s properly flustered (Jamil finds it very cute and probably also amusing).
For Jamil: Emi’s pretty casually open about her feelings and touchy-feely once they’re settled into their relationship, and I feel like it’d keep on catching him off-guard for a while. Also seeing how happily & affectionately she’ll usually greet him, especially if they haven’t seen each other for a while. (Yes sir you will be getting all the love get used to it.)
13. What is something they find hot about their S/O?
hjasdfhs how am I supposed to answer this from Jamil’s side when Emi’s basically a self-insert
For Emi: Jamil’s competence. Also there’s something about him being smug/cocky that gets to her, but is gonna take her a while to admit.
For Jamil: sometimes, Emi almost smugly flaunts the influence she has over him, and Jamil has to admit he kinda likes it (a lot), even if it makes him feel all embarrassed, too. Like, from his reactions Emi knows she has an effect on him, or even power over him, and kinda rubs it in his face (playfully, but still). (I hope this makes sense, I've got a vibe in my head but I don't know how to exactly put it into words. Maybe a ficlet / scene between then sometime?)
Yeah I know, kind of a “confidence is sexy” kind of thing for both of them. But honestly I’m struggling to think of any specific physical attributes they’d particularly like (is Jamil a boobs or butt guy? What does he find pretty vs attractive vs hot? Idk. And Emi’s not that specifically fixated on any particular things, either.)
Though Emi gets very touchy when she catches Jamil shirtless I’m totally not projecting. Like there’s just something about the long trousers topless combo that does it for her.
On the other hand, I’d imagine Jamil quite likes it when he sees Emi shaking it on the dancefloor.
42. Who teases who? What about?
I mean, pumpkin stroking...
Seriously tho, I think they’re gonna be quite the playful, bantery couple with some good-natured ribbing going both ways, especially once they both figure out where the other's limits and sore points are.
Emi might tease Jamil about his bug issues a bit (after the bug itself has been dealt with), but since Jamil’s gonna strike back with snake talk, they’re mostly in a stalemate in that regard.
They’re totally on each other’s cases when the other gets flustered, though.
And just, general calling each other out on their nonsense, and stuff like that.
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Tagging
@scint1llat3 @diodellet @moonyasnow @bibi-cha
If anyone else would like to be added to the taglist for Emi things, just let me know!
Gotta throw Malleus in for the character ask meme with the recent madness goin on 😇 (Never apologize forda feral brainworms, oomfie) ++and maybe Deuce? iirc he was kinda high up on your character sorter thingie
Hasdfs I still keep on forgetting this is your main, one day I'll learn. One day.
Ty for the ask! Let's see here
Malleus
First impression
Cool mysterious dude with horns and things, and that voice? Sing me up.
He was also the one whose hand I took back when I first started playing.
I'd seen some fanart of him before playing so had some awareness of him, but didn't know much.
Impression now
Well, there sure is more nuance now, lol.
I do enjoy the duality of Malleus's apparent regality / maturity, and then those moments when you realize that he may be over a hundred years old but he's so totally a (sulky) teenager still.
It's definitely kinda tragic, thinking of just how isolated he has been, and always a delight when he gets to experience new things. (Like, remembering that moment in Firelit Sky when he's sitting in the car all pensive because he's taking in the experience of being in a car for the first time.)
And all the things he does with such good intentions (his dorm vignette, book 7), but with just abysmal execution.
There's just something endearing about how op he is in many ways, yet clueless in others.
Plus gotta love it when he sees fit to get playful / snarky.
He may have lost the top spot to Jamil but he is still my bias, too.
I mean, a dragon? How could I not love him.
Favorite moment
I have a feeling that vignette with Malleus taking Roaring Drago to Deuce for repairs will always have a special spot in my heart. I think it was one of the first stories where I started to see behind the first impressions I had of Malleus and grasp more of what's going on with him.
Idea for a story
I mean, there's the current madness that might or might not spawn something. (Can't believe I'm actually considering canon x canon things too, this is new, lol.) Otherwise I've not really thought of writing for him. I've got this snippet of a protective bff Malleus that I might use somewhere, though I did use parts of it here.
Unpopular opinion
Not sure if this is unpopular exactly, but while the jokes about Malleus not knowing this is not an otome game are funny, I personally read his in-game interactions with Yuu as being platonic.
But also like one can read these things in so many different ways so it's not like it bothers me much either way.
Favorite relationship
Can I say the whole Diasomnia family? Because I wanna say the whole Diasomnia family.
Lilia, if I have to pick and choose, because I just recently saw snippets of their Beanfest fight and I just loved the vibe.
Favorite headcanon
Uhhh headcanons are always the point where I screech to a halt because like idk I feel like I just try to stick to canon or plausible interpretations most of the time.
Tho I do always love art that makes Malleus look more obviously non-human.
Deuce
First impression
Trying to rack my brains ngl. Iirc, it took me a while to warm up to both Deuce and Ace (the bickering during Dwarfs' Mine didn't help). Though I think Deuce started off more favorable with at least trying to be sensible and behave himself (until the delinquent stuff came out from the left field).
Impression now
What a sweet, earnest boy. He's trying so hard and loves his mum unashamedly and I love him for it, even if he can be a bit of a silly goober.
(And yes, looks like he was rank 4 on the sorter.)
Favorite moment
Whenever he pulls through for us, like the end of book 4 (even if it was kinda unsuccessful, but they both sure tried), or worrying about us during book 6. Just, what a sweetheart.
Idea for a story
Nothing that I've been planning, but I certainly could do some more expanded friendship exploration for Emi even if Emi might end up looking kinda bad / haughty in the process, oof.
Unpopular opinion
I don't know if I've followed the fandom at large enough to know what the popular opinions even are, tbh. I mean, we all agree he's a sweetheart, right? Even if he's a bit of a knucklehead (affectionate).
Favorite relationship
Call me basic but I do love the friendship group with Prefect, Grim, Ace and Deuce. Took a while to grow on me, sure, but by now they're such a respite from all the everything that tends to go down in the main story.
jumping in to yeet these emoji asks RAWR: 😈 (this very much smtimes i feel like im being targeted…. but maybe its just me overthinking…./lh)⛔👀
-diodellet
Ty for the asks @diodellet! ❤️
😈 Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?
I mean… I wouldn’t say mean, per se, but I do like getting reactions out of people, so… Maybe? 😇
(I mean I do also love doing some very personally targeted works sometimes but that usually involves feeling like I really know the other person's preferences. It's great fun tho.)
⛔ Do you have a fic you started, but scrapped?
I can’t think of any that I intentionally scrapped after properly getting started, but there sure are some drafts or idea snippets kinda just, floating in the void.
👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!
Well… The current wip is the super self-indulgent smut piece that I’m hoping to get done for my birthday in little over a week (tho I will also be traveling and stuff so we’ll see when it'll actually be ready). Just, trying to let out my inner dom and think of having fun with Jamil, basically.
So far, telling myself it’s a gift / treat for myself for a special occasion has been kinda helpful in keeping away the worst self-criticism and self-censorship, but we’ll see how it goes once I get to the juicier bits.
