#luci writes

[femmeiji]

I CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT WHEN I WAS WRITING A SAD SCENE IN MY NOVEL AND ACCIDENTALLY PUT A 😂 INSTEAD OF A PERIOD...

[why-am-i-here-someone-save-me]

Holy shit Luci wrote something for the first time in *checks history* JANUARY FIRST JESUS CHRIST-

um anywayssss. Have some Signora content because we stan a girlboss in this household-

TW: Signora is dead, technically SAGAU, Reader is implied to be a deity/supernatural entity, character death, flower symbolism, platonic relationship between characters

Flowers & Fated Reunions

The woman knew she had died. That much she was certain of. In a way, she supposes it wasn’t too painful of an end. It was certainly less painful than many of the deaths she had been responsible for carrying out through her life. The electro energy had killed her before the sting of the blade could reach her. But if she was dead, then where was she? The place she found herself in seemed to stretch on forever in all directions. What might have been a sky was nothing more than a featureless white void, contrasting boldly with the scenery that surrounded her. For as far as she could see there were beautiful purple flowers blooming and swaying in an unseen breeze. They were gorgeous, but unfamiliar. She had amassed no small amount of knowledge over her long lifetime, and yet she could not begin to recognize this strange flowers.

“Lovely aren’t they?”

She whirled around, her eyes locking onto the form of the one who’d spoken, the guarded light in her eyes fading slightly as she recognized them. A million questions filled her head, and yet the words that escaped her lips were not one of them. “What are they?”

The familiar (e/c) eyes broke away from the field of flowers and met Rosalyne’s, filled with a warmth she had not felt in a very long time. “They are purple hyacinths. They are considered a symbol of a love ill-fated…” The creator’s eyes returned to the vast landscape of violet petals once again. After a brief moment of silence, they spoke once again, softer this time. “Such a flower seems to represent your story all too well, doesn’t it?”

Before Rosalyne could answer they knelt down and cupped one of the many blooms in their hand, a bitter smile on their face. “…I’ve never really liked them. To love so deeply, only to lose it… Isn’t it just too cruel? Perhaps some believe it better to have loved and lost it than to have never loved at all. But I have never been able to share such sentiments.”

The flower seemed to start to wither in the hold of the creator, as if it knew it was unwanted, the countless other plants that grew around them beginning to do the same. In mere moments the endless field was nothing more than a barren stretch of earth, the purple flowers having left no trace of themselves behind. The creator stood and turned to the woman, eyes full of light and a small smile on their lips.

“Perhaps they ‘La Signora’ yes, but you are more than that alone. You never overcame the loss of your loved one, but neither did you ever give up on that love. Not once did your affections falter, not once did you hesitate to follow through with that which you believed would return him to you. You loved, you lost, and thought it is a part of you; you are far more than that alone; you are Rosalyne.”

The creator knelt down once more, motioning for the other woman to do so as well. They reached out and laid their hand upon the soil, a faint warmth filling the area before, quite suddenly, sprouts began to emerge from the empty earth. Sprouts quickly became stems, growing taller as buds began to form. Before long the new buds bloomed, small rounded flowers hanging down from the stem which bent to the side under their weight. The petals were a soft white, and although she was not sure why, a sense of longing that she had carried for so long she’d forgotten it was even there lifted from her heart. Hesitantly she reached out and brushed her fingertips against the blossoms, the softness of the petals calming the racing questions that filled her mind. These flowers were also unfamiliar to her, yet they brought a sense of peace to her that she could not help but relish in.

“…They are known as the Lily of the Valley. While purple hyacinths might represent La Signora, they are not destined for you Rosalyne. The Lily of the Valley stands for a returning happiness, the reunion of love that was once lost. They stand for the next chapter in your story.”

The flowers began to sway more fervently as the once gentle breeze grew stronger, the sound of the creator’s gentle laughter dancing within the wild winds.

“You’ve kept him waiting long enough, don’t you think? The two of you belong together after all, so there’s little point in lingering here.”

Rosalyne felt the field begin to grow distant, as though she were seeing it through a foggy mirror. The creator embraced her as the surroundings steadily faded away.

“It’s okay Rosalyne. You can take off your mask now. It’s okay.”

The rest of the world faded away into a soft white light, before she felt herself drift off into a dreamlike sleep.

———

(E/c) eyes slowly opened and adjusted to the light, a yawn escaping from their form as the sat up. A bittersweet smile formed on their lips as they caught sight of a familiar white flower in the corner of their eye. Turning towards it they sighed softly. They hadn’t been able to save Rosalyne, but at least they had done what they could to help her find peace.

A/N: It’s ya gurl Luci back writing apparently! Is this an official return to writing fanfiction, or is it a one time thing? Hell if I know! I guess only the future will tell. Regardless, we stan Rosalyne reuniting with her bby in this blog! @dunno-why-im-here-either yuyu i wrote a thingy again how much worse did my writing get after my hiatus I need to know plz-

[meluci-fer]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Fandom: 镇魂 | Guardian - priest Pairing: Lin Jing/Gui Mian 1,237 Words. Post-canon, Fluff, First Kiss Summary: After all things ended and began again, Gui Mian was left to find where he fit in a world that was different from the one he had been born into. Stumbling upon Lin Jing halfway had not been planned, but what did he expect if he continued walking around Longcheng after all? He wasn't surprised when Lin Jing approached instead of running away. Fearless. And a liar. Pretending to be scared when he wasn’t. Gui Mian kind of liked it. The pretense. And the way Lin Jing would smile at him when they talked, that was sincere.

Luci decided she's a real writer now!

[pyonzzz]

nagimayo...thinking about themmm

im taking this as an opportunity to write a short drabble scenario thats been stuck in my head for weeks

"n-nagisa-san, i'm here with..."

mayoi trails off as it enters the dorm room, surprised to find it empty of anyone besides the silver haired idol sitting on his bed. a collection of rocks, ranging from small stones to geodes the size of a small pumpkin, surround him, and he sits silently polishing them one by one.

the phantom had gotten close to nagisa during noir neige's short run, and short visits between the two were common. mostly in small, secret areas mayoi would show the other, but nagisa had been helping it adjust to more open spaces like the café and a park in the city. this would be mayoi's first time inside nagisa's dorm (as far as the other knew; he didn't need to know how many times mayoi had lurked in the vents while the others were here).

it takes nagisa a moment to process the sound of the phantom's voice before he looks up with that kind smile of his. mayoi feels its heart catch in its throat as the silver haired idol set the stone and cloth in his hands down in his lap.

"... you came, ayase-kun."

mayoi's face flushes and it turns its head away. "you were th-the one who texted me to come o-over..."

"... i did."

an awkward silence settles between them before nagisa leans to the floor, picking up a box full of padding. he sets a few of the rocks to his right into the fluff, puts the box back down, and clears his throat to get mayoi's attention. once those nervous teal eyes set onto him, he pats the now empty space beside him. mayoi tenses for a moment. it looks around the room and behind itself into the hallway first, then slowly enters the room, as if expecting something to pop out at any second.

"... i asked everyone to let me have a few hours to myself." nagisa says, making the phantom jump at the sudden noise. "... i wanted you to be more comfortable, and i've noticed you don't like lots of people to be around."

the phantom's face scrunches as if it's holding back tears. "y-you pay that much attention to something like me?"

in response, nagisa tilts his head, similarly to a confused puppy. he looks across the room while he thinks for a moment, then back to mayoi as he pats his bed again. "... it seemed like something very obvious to me, but yes. i pay attention to you, ayase-kun."

mayoi whimpers under its breath. cautiously, it crosses the room to nagisa's bed, sitting near the edge. the silver haired idol stares at it and pats directly next to his side. mayoi flinches before sliding a few inches closer. this repeats until their thighs are nearly touching, but nagisa's soft expression tells mayoi that it doesn't need to worry.

nagisa picks up the geode in his lap and offers it to the phantom. shaky teal flicks from the rock to the idol, and with a thick swallow, mayoi accepts the rock. it's lighter than it expected, but still with enough weight to throw it off a moment. nagisa begins to tell mayoi about the stone and the sparkling quartz inside of it, and mayoi catches on every word.

they sit like this for a while, with nagisa showing off his collection to the phantom, until mayoi lets out another quiet whimper. nagisa immediately stops talking mid sentence and his red eyes search over mayoi's form.

"... is something the matter, ayase-kun?"

"n-no! no... i just..." mayoi hands the stone chuck in it's hands back to nagisa, who puts it away silently. "i don't know why y-you want to waste your time telling me of all things a-about something you love so much... s-surely you ha—"

"it's not a waste of time."

nagisa speaking so suddenly causes mayoi to yelp, and it looks up just as the older idol gently takes its hair into his hand, running his fingers through the silky strands.

"... ayase-kun is someone i've grown quite fond of. you're not a 'thing' to me. hiyori-kun said if i like someone, i should show them something i like."

the phantom's gaze goes nervously from nagisa to his box of treasured stones on the floor, unaware of how nagisa leans closer to it until it feels something soft against its forehead.

a... kiss. a kiss.

mayoi scrambles back to the edge of the bed as its face flushes a dark red, hands flying up to the spot it felt the pressure. nagisa stares curiously.

"... hiyori-kun does that to me often. i think it was comforting, so i wanted to try it with you."

"please a-ask before doing such things, n-nagisa-san—!"

"... of course. may i kiss your head again, ayase-kun?"

mayoi's eyes are wet with unshed tears. "wh-why would you want to do that..?"

nagisa crawls across the bed to sit next to mayoi against, gently taking its hands into his own. they're large and warm compared to the phantom's. he holds them both between his palms and stares at them for a while before looking mayoi in the eye.

"... i already told you, ayase-kun. i like you."

[lucius-the-literary-lunatic]

WIP Wednesday

tagged by my sweet bean and fav blogger @timaeusterrored

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Title: Damage

Character: Vyper

Universe: Canon

Content Warnings: Relic Malfunction, nose bleed (idk im doing my best)

This was okay, it was fine. Don't think it is but sure, whatever. Stumbling through the alley Vyper stopped to lean against a dumpster, trying to catch his breath as he ignored the flashing warning signs in his blurred vision. "Johnny? You're here..." Not really like I have a choice to be anywhere else. "Brain hurts, J. Fuck, everything hurts... Is that my blood? Where are-" Alistair, focus. Gotta get off the street 'fore we blackout again. "Told you not to call me that..." Then get your ass up, an' quit talking to yourself. Only thing that should be comin' outta your mouth is askin' someone to come drag our sorry excuse of a body to a ripper. "Don't have anyone to call..."

Dragging himself to his feet V looked around for anything that could be useful. Deciding the fire escape was thee best course of action he started the ascent, moving as quickly as his body would allow. You do, jackass.

As much as Johnny had grown attached to the merc, he really hated the kid sometimes. The lone wolf mentality V's had since they met had kept him safe and out of some fucked up situations, but it was about to get him killed. "Oh really? Who exactly did you have in mine that can drag me of a roof?" Judy, Panam, the stupid cop you fucked, Vik. Oh, not to mention your mainline. The list goes on and fucking on. "Can't call Kerry, busy. Haven't seen 'im in damn near two weeks 'cause of it." Fine, no Kerry, but call someone, V. Call Rogue for all I care, just don't let me die alone in the middle of nowhere covered in my own piss and vomit. "Got another wonderful pep talk in your or was that it?" If we die up here I'll fuckin' kill you. "You will. Blackouts're your fault, dipshit." Good. "Dick..." Cunt.

Finally on the roof Vyper slammed his weight into the door of a shed he was lucky to find, kicking it closed before collapsing onto the floor. "Fuck..." You're not allowed to pass out yet. "Shut... the fuck up. I got it..."

Pulling himself up to sit against the wall V reloaded Johnny's Malorian, resting it in his lap as he sent a message to Judy. "There... C-Can..." Vy? "Think I'm gonna... rest my eyes, J..." Flickering into existence Johnny knelt over Vyper, putting his chrome hand on the back of the merc's neck as the full force of the relic malfunction made his nose start bleeding. C'mon, kid. Finger on the trigger. Giving a weak nod V pressed his forehead to the rockerboys, trying to find comfort in the fact that Johnny wouldn't let anything happen to them. "Got it... Eyes on the door..." An' I'll take the window, just like before. "Jus' l-like... before..."

tagging anyone who'd like to participate. thank you @timaeusterrored for tagging me, if you do it again im gonna leave a million compliments under your pillow, you sweet bean 💜

[luci-cunt]

heyyyy! hope u r well! can i get "everybody knows" + "innocent physical contact" for andreil?

oh it is time to be sooooffttt Nonnie I love youuuuu <33

63. Everybody Knows/Mistaken for Couple + 85. Innocent Physical Contact

the Foxes all knew that Andrew and Neil were fucking--they’re not exactly subtle

what they didn’t realize, was that “fucking” was just not even CLOSE to describing the relationship they had

they learned though, eventually

it started with a movie night

all the Foxes are huddled together in the girls’ room to watch some movie and they’ve all settled, popcorn’s been made, jokes traded, blah blah, and Dan makes some jab at the main character, glancing around and smiling at the others when they laugh--but her eye catches on Neil

well, Neil’s hand actually, which is buried in Andrew’s hair

Andrew’s kind of slumped over on the couch, with his boots kicked up on Nicky’s shoulders because he’s an asshole. Neil’s on the other side of him, leaned up against the arm of the couch and he’s watching the movie with a kind of pinched expression but his hand is just, messing with Andrew’s hair

Neither of them really seem to realize it’s happening, or react to it, except that Andrew’s eyes are closed like he’s sleeping

the next time they realize the two of them might actually be closer than they thought is when everyone decides to go out on a picnic

Nicky is ecstatic, the other monsters not so much but Neil makes them all come along and so they head out to some grassy park and have lunch

they end up playing a pick-up exy game to appease Kevin, but Neil’s obviously dragging (the night before he stayed up all night to finish some assignment he wasn’t going to do until Dan threatened him with court banishment) and so they all plop back down on the blankets

to everyone’s surprise instead of coming to sit down with them, Neil wanders over to where Andrew is stealing the frosting off the cupcakes they brought and just collapses, face first, on the blanket and passes out

they all freeze, unsure of what to do, but Andrew just grabs one of the Foxes discarded jackets and dumps it over Neil’s head

Eventually they go back to talking--though now more quietly--but surprisingly, Andrew doesn’t move even though Neil’s whole arm is pressed against his leg.

and then the time that really convinces them all that they’re actually so in love it’s physically impossible--is when Matt forgets his jacket in the Monster’s room and goes to grab it

Kevin opens the door for him, looking grumpy--like he’d just woken up (it is like 7am) and Matt tells him he’s just here for the coat so Kevin shrugs and goes back to bed

But when Matt goes into the living room he almost trips over his own feet because Andrew and Neil are on the couch

But Neil’s completely passed out on top of Andrew--like a fucking blanket--while Andrew impassively messes with his phone over Neil’s shoulder

Matt hurries to leave and Andrew doesn’t even acknowledge him, but--

holy fuck you bet your ass Matt told everyone else as he got back

l;akj;dfljksadjf dlkfa;dsfjk I’m feelin soffffftttttttttt <33333333

Send me some prompts + some characters or a ship and I’ll tell ya how I’d mash em

[xxspideyrebellexx]

I know almost all of them (I think so anyway) except the earth day one. What's that about?

wow, babe, just call me out, huh. im certain i havent talked about like...5 or 6 of these so 😝

but earth day, yeah? so i am not a fan of worms. i dont hate worms...i just...they make me feel icky. my friend, will, however, likes worms. big worm boy. he loves those lil squirmies. and he raised the point that mcu peter parker would also love worms. or would at least protect them when found. i had no argument.

endgame who? not in this house. pre infinity war

peter goes to the tower/compound after school most days and he spends the night or stays the weekend whenever may has late/long shifts

midtown is partnering with stark industries to host a science fair for environmentally friendly projects for earth day

the winner gets their project made by stark industries

peter decides to participate and he wants to make an indoor odorless compost/biomass bin

but he can't seem to get the energy levels consistent enough to power anything once the waste is broken down

obviously with all the composting, this means he has a family of at LEAST 8 worms that he's given names to and talks to as he builds and tinkers on the project

just some fun environmentally friendly peter and his worms, with a big ol' dash of irondad/mentor tony

It’d been going on all week. Tony had decided not to think too much of it, but the smell coming from Peter's side of the lab was so rank the kid had to practically wear a hazmat suit to even come down the stairs.

He breaches the topic at breakfast.

“I don't know what died on your side of the lab, kid, but get rid of it.” Tony pointed his fork at him. “I'm not going to be able to wash the stink out of my hair soon. I'm pretty sure it’s seeping into my skin.”

Peter scrunched up his nose at the thought, but shook his head all the same. “I can't.”

“You can't or you won't?”

“...both?”

“Pete.”

“It's a project for school,” Peter explains but he won't look Tony in his eyes which tells the genius more than enough.

“And what’s the project? Recreating Frankenstein’s monster? Because you can take that to someone else. I’ve done the creating life thing and it ain't all it’s cracked up to be.”

[ryosukekatayama]

“I’ve had boiled snow before-”

“Fucking water?”

These two statements were exchanged between the two classmates Byakuya Togami and Mondo Oowada, who could be considered both ‘friends’ and ‘enemies’.

Mondo didn’t miss a beat to respond to Togami’s ridiculousness about boiled snow, whatever the hell that was.

Togami tilted his head at the biker, appearing confused.

“Uh.. No? Boiled snow. Have you never heard of it?” Mondo looked even more confused than the progeny.

“Uh, dude, it’s called WATER.” “No, you commoner, I know what water is. I’m talking about boiled snow. Imbecile.”

Togami scoffed at the idea of it being water. It was idiotic of Mondo to believe such a thing.

“Boiled snow is water. If you boil snow, it’ll just come out as water. Because snow is made of water.” Mondo retorted, getting even more confused by the second.

Togami looked appalled at what Mondo was saying.

“Are you an idiot? It’s BOILED SNOW. Not WATER.” Togami snarled, appearing frustrated at the idea that Mondo could not grasp what he was saying.

“Togami. Dude. Buddy. Friend. Pal. Chum. If you boil snow, it turns into water. Because snow is just water.” Mondo said back, not appearing angry like Togami, but rather baffled.

“No, that's not how it works.”

“That absolutely is how it works. What the fuck are you talking about?”

The progeny rolled his eyes and scoffed.

“IT’S! BOILED! SNOW! NOT! WATER!” Togami nearly yelled, clapping in between words.

“THAT'S! THE! SAME! THING! YOU! DUMB! FUCK!” Mondo shouted back, also clapping in between the words.

“No, no it’s not. They’re two VERY DIFFERENT THINGS, Mondo.”

“Okay. Then what’s boiled snow like, Togami? What does it look like?”

Togami opened his mouth to speak, before closing it. He put his finger up, appearing to think.

“It’s.. It’s, uh.. It’s…”

“IT’S FUCKING WATER, DUDE. W-A-T-E-R, TOGAMI.”

“NO, IT’S NOT. IT’S SOMETHING DIFFERENT.”

“THEN WHAT IS BOILED SNOW?! WHAT THE FUCK IS IT?!”

“BOILED SNOW IS BOILED SNOW, IDIOT!”

“NO SHIT, SHERLOCK! BUT WHAT THE HELL DOES IT LOOK LIKE? TASTE LIKE? WHAT THE FUCK IS BOILED SNOW, TOGAMI?”

The door creaked open and their eyes snapped towards it to see who it was.

“Uh, guys..? Why are you yelling?” It was Makoto Naegi, another classmate of theirs.

“Togami thinks boiled snow is a thing. It’s FUCKING WATER.”

“No, it’s not! Boiled snow is boiled snow, Mondo!”

Naegi sighed, seeing his two classmates bickering, before truly processing what was going on.

“Togami. Listen to me. Say what I’m saying, okay?” Naegi said softly, to his much taller peer.

“Okay.”

“Boiled snow…”

“Boiled snow…”

“Is just…”

“Is just…”

“Water.”

“Water.”

“Okay, now put that together.”

“Boiled snow is just wa..ter..”

Something seemed to click in Togami’s head, his eyes widening.

“I.. I need a minute.” Togami stormed out of the room, slamming the door shut, appearing perplexed and shocked.

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It was a normal day at Hopes Peak Academy. Well, normal as in, everything but one thing was normal.

Byakuya Togami had not come out of his dorm in three days. THREE. DAYS.

This worried several of his classmates, but especially Makoto Naegi.

This was why Naegi was currently approaching Togami’s door, holding a plate of cookies.

He knocked sheepishly, managing out a sentence.

“Hey, Togami..? I, uh, got you some cookies… Please come out of your dorm…”

“Come in.” Togami nearly shouted. His voice sounded hoarse and gravely, not his typical voice.

Naegi nervously pushed the door open. He didn’t really know what he expected to find, but he hoped Togami was okay.

Togami was sitting on his bed, looking disheveled.

“Are you okay?” Naegi said worriedly.

Togami sighed heavily, before pausing, seemingly just staring at the wall.

“...I can’t fucking believe boiled snow is water.”

(ao3 is lucidnightmares)