#lilywrites

[funnythingsidk]

pausing my wbk rewatch because sakura was compared to a tiger AGAIN. and i cant stop thinking about my crossovers

like. same pose and everything??? hello.

[ocs-and-stuff]

writing is so fucking hard man i have so many small details i want to include abt my ocs looks but its just so difficult to describe them without it being Too Much

[the-littlest-lily]

Still on hiatus but popping in briefly. I helped with a thing :P

Happy Halloween! <3

[lilydoesanon]

another Reddit-inspired idea:

Dick is in a toxic/abusive maybe/unfulfilled relationship (maybe Catalina or maybe I’d just make up a random asshole) and they bully him into opening up the relationship bc they want to sleep with other people

and Dick doesn’t want that but he also doesn’t feel he can leave?

but he tries, he goes on a few dates, nothing really sticks and he just feels shitty bc the partner is enjoying it, having fun, and Dick is just hanging onto this relationship bc he doesn’t feel like he can let go

and then comes along Jason

maybe he senses that Dick is unhappy, maybe he doesn’t like the partner, maybe he just decides to keep him company for a night and then it turns into more

or maybe they don’t know each other and Dick gets rescued from a lonely night by this handsome stranger, and then they keep seeing each other

but either way, Jason shows Dick what a loving relationship is and that gives Dick the strength to break away from the partner

(and then he takes a break from all relationships for about six months to get his head on straight (or gay hehe) but Jason waits for him and Dick only wants him anyway and they share a tender kiss when Dick feels ready to commit fully)

[lilysaus]

chapter 7 of when the flowers bloom is finally out!! sorry for the long wait. as it turns out, life does NOT slow down when you graduate, but in fact gets busier

anyways, go read it!!

(also go follow @welcomehome-flowerpocalypse bc i might start posting some fun au facts there!!)

[rottinglittlelilies]

After the mess with the Decay of Angels and the Rats, negotiations, and bargaining, all Dazai wanted was a nice, peaceful year, full of suicides, beautiful women, and annoying short little slugs. He didn't expect to be sent on the biggest mission of his life. Or: Dazai, Chuuya, Akutagawa, and Atsushi are all sent on an infiltration mission to a mysterious wizarding school, uncovering secrets, and traumatizing children. (Oh, they also fight the most powerful wizard in history, but that's unimportant.)

Saw a bunch of people posting their AO3 fics on this site so here's mine!

Summary:

After the mess with the Decay of Angels and the Rats, negotiations, and bargaining, all Dazai wanted was a nice, peaceful year, full of suicides, beautiful women, and annoying short little slugs.

 He didn't expect to be sent on the biggest mission of his life.

 Or: Dazai, Chuuya, Akutagawa, and Atsushi are all sent on an infiltration mission to a mysterious wizarding school, uncovering secrets, and traumatizing children. (Oh, they also fight the most powerful wizard in history, but that's unimportant.)

[fields-of-lilies-are-pretty]

Sign watched Bob go.

Worry and anxiety ate away at him from the inside. Sunny hadn't looked very good. There was so much blood...

"Dada?"

Sign jumped. He'd almost forgotten about Milo. He crouched down, smiling.

"Yeah, kiddo? What's up?"

Milo looked in the direction Bob and the others had gone, a childlike concern in his eyes.

"Whehs Papa goin? Why da bwoo wady an her fwen wook so sad?"

Sign bit his lip. How in the world could he explain what he'd seen in a way that wouldn't scar Milo forever? He took a deep breath, putting his hand on Milo's cheek and turning his head to meet his eyes.

"His fr- um, his... papa... was hurt. The blue lady and her friend were friends with him. So Papa went with them to make sure he's okay."

Calling Sunny Bob's "papa" felt weird. Unnatural. Wrong. Like a betrayal to... He shook it away. She did it to herself.

(Or did she? Was it only her fault? She only did what she thought was right. And didn't you do the same to him?)

He ignored the thoughts, focusing on Milo's worried face.

"Don't worry, Milo. Papa will be back soon."

Milo looked back, starting up a small, quiet, worried hum that he didn't seem aware of.

"Papa's sad. He sow happy faces when he tahted to me, but he jus make-ded pwetendin."

Milo looked back up at Sign with a strangely mature look.

"Why he make-ded pwetendin, Dada? Why he no happy see me?"

Sign felt his heart twist in his chest. He hugged Milo, holding him close and ignoring the ache that the action caused in his healing neck and shoulders.

"Oh, Milo, he's happy. He's so happy to see you. He's just... having a really hard time. His mama, she... Well, she wasn't very nice to me or him. She made herself not be his mama anymore. But he still loves her. So he... He's having a hard time being happy right now."

"Oh."

Milo curled his little fingers into Sign's hoodie, frowning.

"Das sad."

He looked up, a sudden determined look in his shining grey eyes.

"I wanna make dem not sad. I wanna make dem happy."

Sign smiled sadly.

"That's sweet of you, Milo, but you can't. This isn't something that can be fixed easily. If it could, Bo- Papa wouldn't be as sad."

Milo frowned and shook his head fervently.

"No! I make dem happy! I make Papa happy! I make Gramma happy! I do it cuz I a big kid!"

Sign felt his heart breaking. This hurt to hear.

"She's not your grandma, kiddo. Not anymore."

Milo shoved himself away, shrieking angrily at the top of his lungs.

"YES SHE IS!!! SHE STILL HIS MAMA ISIDE A HER HEART!!!! AN I MAKE HER HAPPY!!!"

Sign grabbed Milo's arm before he could run off, sensing that was what might come next. Milo instantly calmed down, though he glared grumpily at Sign. Sign pulled him back into a hug, kissing the top of Milo's head.

"I know you do, kiddo. I do, too. But this is something we have to let them figure out on their own. That's the only way for it to be fixed."

Milo crossed his arms, grumpy.

"Bu dat tould take foevuh!"

Sign brushed Milo's fluffy, curly hair from his eyes and smiled sadly.

"Yes, it could. But it's better than forcing it."

They sat in silence for a long time, Milo in Sign's lap. An idea hit Sign. He looked down at Milo, smiling.

"How would you like to meet more of your family, Milo? Do you wanna meet my siblings? Your aunts and uncle?"

Milo looked up at Sign, suddenly excited, his earlier anger forgotten.

"YES!!!"

Sign chuckled, gently moving Milo off his lap to stand up. He ruffled Milo's hair before holding out his hand. Milo took it instantly, and Sign felt a warmth in his chest that he'd almost forgotten how to feel. A feeling of love so warm and so strong, he was surprised he'd gone so long not feeling it. He squeezed Milo's hand, letting a smile spread across his face that made Milo giggle.

"Well then, Milo, let's go say hi to your aunt, Octavia."

Octavia was alone.

She had been for quite a while now. At least two weeks, if she was remembering correctly. It ate away at her, worrying her nerves. They should have been home by now. Should have left this place behind, been happy together in their little cottage on the flower-crowned hill.

And yet...

She couldn't stop feeling this nagging in the back of her mind. Steven's words dug pits in her mind and heart. How he didn't think he belonged with them outside the circus. How he felt like he didn't have a place with his own family.

How he loved Bob enough to leave his family.

(But isn't he an adult? Isn't he old enough to decide for himself? If he wants to stay here, live here, who are you to tell him no?)

She sighs. It seemed like her original argument to keep him here was fading. He was happy, he was loved, and most importantly, he felt it. Who was she to take that away from him?

A knock on her door snaps her out of it. She looks up, then forces herself to her feet. She glances towards Steven's suit, hanging in her closet. She hated lying to Bob. He had done nothing to deserve what she wanted to do. Separate him and her brother. He didn't deserve it. He was so sweet and kind to Steven, so loving towards him, so kind and friendly to her. Neither of them deserved to be forced apart.

The knock comes again. She closes her closet to hide the suit, just in case, then opens the door.

"Yeah, who is i-"

She stared. It was Steven. He smiled a little awkwardly, tilting his head. Her eyes went right to his neck. It was bandaged, but above it, his chin was burned. Bad. It looked like it would still hurt too much to move. She looked up, asking her question with her eyes. He looked sheepish.

"Right, uh... That was Sun. I... kinda brought it on myself by-"

He suddenly stopped himself, glancing back. She followed his gaze as he continued.

"Actually, I'll tell you about it later. I've brought someone to meet you."

He stepped to the side, and Octavia was suddenly tackled by a little brown and blue blur. She stumbled back, startled, and looked down. A little boy hugged her legs, his hair a dark brown, except for a small patch of blueish white at the base of his part. She took special note of the golden halo and ice blue wings. He looked up at her with silvery grey eyes that reflected the warm, yellow light above, making them appear almost bronze in color. His vitiligo and spattering of freckles made his small, plump face all the cuter. She felt her heart melt and looked up at Steven. He smiled warmly.

"Meet Milo. My son. Mine and Bob's."

Her eyes widened.

"What? Since when?"

"Since yesterday. Bob found him first, found him in the cemetery, I think. Neither of us know where he came from, but he knew us as his parents the moment Bob mentioned our names, so he's ours now."

Octavia looked down at Milo, stroking his curly hair. It was slightly damp, most likely from the snow and the storm outside. His smile was contagious, but she felt her heart twist.

(Yet another reason for Steven to stay...)

Milo suddenly reached his arms up in her face. It took her a moment to realize that he was asking to be picked up without using words. She hoisted him up, smiling at him.

"Well hello, Milo! How are you?"

He stared at her silently for a moment. She glanced at her brother, confused, when Milo suddenly tapped her nose with his finger.

"Boop!"

He dissolved into giggles, burying his face in her neck. She felt her heart swell with joy and pride, but at the same time, it hurt. He was so cute, so innocent... Steven would never leave now. She looked at him now, trying to hide her sadness behind a gentle, welcoming smile.

"Why don't you two come inside?"

She looked at Milo with a playful grin.

"I've got some paper and pencils. You wanna draw?"

Milo gasped, excited. She put him down and let him run inside, then held the door open for her brother. His smile, though warm and happy, held that hint of awkwardness that she was feeling.

"Thanks, 'tavi. I was hoping you would be fine with this."

"Of course I am! You're my brother! He's your son! I could never stay mad at you, and I could never be mad at him. Now come on, you've got some explaining to do about that burn."

He laughed, and she did too, and he walked past her. As she followed and closed the door, a thought pierced her mind like a knife, stabbing straight into her heart as she realized the truth of it.

(I can never make him leave now.)

[origami-is-life]

Origami stares at her brother.

He's a mess. His hair is messed up, his face is tear-stained, his eyes are puffy and red.

"Oh, Sign..."

She hugs him tight.

"What happened while I was gone?"

He doesn't speak for a long time. Too many thoughts, too many emotions. He finally settles on a question rather than an answer.

"...Where did you go?"

Origami pulls back to look at him. His scarred face. His reddened, haunted eyes. His missing limb. He had even developed a slight limp from some old injury to his leg. It broke her heart that he had been beaten down so many times that he had come to look like this. He won't for long, she told herself.

"Let's go sit down. There's a lot I need to tell you..."

~~~~~~~~

"So you're telling me that not only do we have an older brother, but a younger sister as well?"

Origami nods. Sign frowns a little.

"And... and you have a way out of here?"

"Yup."

"And you and... you said her name was Katrina? You and Katrina came back to find me and our... brother, Simon?"

"That's... exactly what I just told you, yes."

Sigh sighs, staring at his hand. His thoughts tumble over each other, making it hard to think. He sighs again and looks up, a sad and guilty look in his eyes.

"...I can't, 'ga- er, Octavia. I-I... I don't want to."

"...What?"

She leans forward, panic filling her chest.

"You have to! We need to be together!"

Sign shakes his head.

"I'm sorry, Ori- er, Octavia. If he can't follow me out there, then I don't want to leave. I love him, no matter what he does. If he stays here, so do I."

Origami stares at her brother. Panic and an infinite sadness fills her.

"But... you belong with us! Your family!"

"'Tavi, if I go with you, I will break his heart. And no matter how many times he breaks mine, whether on accident or on purpose, I will never break his. Besides..."

He takes her hand, pleading with his eyes for her to understand.

"...from what you've told me, I don't really belong with you guys. You and Katrina are magical girls. Simon is a genius. Heck, you can bring your origami to life! And me... I'm just... normal. Boring. Nothing inherently special about me. I don't belong with you guys out there. At least in here, I've actually made a difference. I can turn into this eldritch horror thingy, I'm dating a ghost. I mean, in here, I am special!"

Origami's heart breaks at hearing this. She grabs his hand with both of hers, tears in her eyes.

"Sign, please! You are special! Please... I came here the first time to save you. To get you out. That's the only reason I came back, is for you."

"And I'm really grateful to hear how much you care!"

Sign smiles warmly and wipes a tear from her face.

"Really, I am. But I can't leave if Bob can't follow. I... I love him too much. You've never dated anyone, but you do know what it's like to love someone so much, you'd do anything for them. And yes, while that's gotten me killed twice already, it's what I live by. You know that more than anyone, I bet."

Origami stares at him, tears streaming down her face. She throws her arms around him, sobbing into his shoulder. Her voice is broken and uneven.

"I-I need you, St-Steven. Y-You can't do this t-to me. Not again..."

Sign is silent for a moment, but when he does speak, it's clear he's standing by his decision.

"I'm sorry, 'tavi, but I'm staying here."

Origami is silent for a moment, then suddenly stands up. She doesn't face him.

"Fine."

She walks towards the door, turning her head slightly to spit words filled with malice at him.

"Then I hope you'll be happy here with no family and no memory of them."

Before he can protest, she's out the door and down the hall.