#worm writing

[leggywormy]

Me crying about my own fic while writing it

[the-thing-of-worms]

Went to a campus Thanksgiving party and was talking with some people and this one guy explained how he keeps falling for girls and then realizes they're lesbians. I offered a solution.

Him: Yeah I keep getting interested in girls and then finding out they're lesbians

Me: Buddy you're missing the solution.

Him: ...what?

Me: transition.

This man then went on to grab his chest and looked at it and he was like: huh.

[w0rm-mag1c]

For the requests, what about give them / or receiver from them little gifts as accessories (keychains, jewelry) or like clothes so they could always be close to their s/o (or bff for cute platonically content), either matching stuff or something that make them think about/rememberance each other? Maybe also where, why or when did they got those gifts? If it's possible for all the characters, if it's not, then whoever you feel like written or even drawing.

Also you're free to ignore this. Thank you in advance anyway and have a good day. ~

ahhh sorry this took so long! this was a cute request and i wanted to do it justice!

Giving the Demon Brothers A Matching Gift

LUCIFER

He seems like he’s very hard to buy gifts for, so you spend a week or two trying to discreetly ask what he likes. That, or you wait until he shows an interest in something.

You finally decide on matching lockets. It’s sentimental and classic, which is just Lucifer’s style.

“MC, these are beautiful,” he says, turning his pendant over in his hand. It’s silver with a blue stone set into the front.

You spend a while going through pictures to put in it.

When he’s not actively wearing the necklace, it’s placed neatly on his desk.

MAMMON

Of course you want to match with the Great Mammon! He’s quite popular due to his modeling career…

You take him out shopping and while he does want just about everything, you finally land on some keychains!

You already have matching keychains but you both decide to start collecting them!

After a while Mammon starts to associate the pleasant clinking sound with you.

LEVIATHAN

He thinks he’s sneaky about wanting things but if he sees someone else with the thing he desires, you can see the envy all over his face. His eyes narrow and he looks a little flushed.

You saw him eyeing a charm bracelet on Akuzon. The seller lets you pick three charms of your choice…all anime themed of course.

During one of his binge watches, you place the order and make sure to be there when it arrives.

“Ahhhhh…Thank you, MC! I-I don’t deserve all this!” (He totally does!)

SATAN

The best gift to give him, in my opinion, is your time. He loves to sit around and be in your presence…

But if you want to give him a physical gift, he’s not picky at all.

Hear me out: stationery. The aesthetic of hand-writing a love letter is right up Satan’s alley.

Bonus points if it’s cat themed.

So you give him a cute little set of pens and notepads…He’s a blushing mess, but says a polite “thank you” before smiling like a dork.

Expect to find letters EVERYWHERE. Your bed, backpack, bathroom…if he can think of it, it’s a good place for a love letter.

ASMODEUS

Skincare and makeup stuff…either you don’t understand it or you know he already has it.

What does Asmo really like, other than self care and you?

Himself.

You saw a cute little compact mirror and thought it would come off as rude, but this one was special.

It was part of a matching set. They had a spell on them that allowed them to show what the other was seeing.

Asmo was squealing in delight. “Now you can see me whenever you want! These are perfect, hon.”

Every now and then while he’s out on a modeling job, he’ll pretend to check his makeup and blow you a kiss.

BEELZEBUB

His favorite things you’ve given him have been edible, but one day you find these little burger plushies in a crane game.

After spending a ton of Grimm and nearly rage-quitting, you finally get two of them. They’re similar to Squishmallows, and you hope Beel doesn’t eat them…

“MC! These are really cute…”

He sleeps with his every night and so far, hasn’t tried to bite it. (You found out that you could have ordered them of Akuzon…so you have backups)

BELPHEGOR

MATCHING. PAJAMAS. Is there any other choice?

They’re cow themed…

He tries to act apathetic but he’s already picturing you in a sleep shirt and shorts.

When the two of you have attic sleepovers, he’s always waiting for you in his little PJs, ready to cuddle.

“These are really soft. You picked good ones.”

[leggywormy]

Chapter one of my first Leon fic is up on AO3 so here's a lil drawing for it (≖⩊≖)

[leggywormy]

Decided to make an artwork for each chapter of the modern AU longfic I am currently working on and this is the title picture I recolored 6 times ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

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Prologue - Ch. 1 - Ch. 2 (in the works)

[leggywormy]

Astarion's first day night at his new job - and he gets to deal with his very first Karen :)

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Prologue - Ch. 1 - Ch. 2 (in the works)

[leggywormy]

I wrote smth for Leon before falling asleep last night but now I am violently piching together all my braincells trying to remember where I wanted to go with it bc smh I forgor ദ്ദി꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)

Anyways, share your thoughts if you wanna. If I'll remember anything again I'll consider continuing (this was meant to be Leon x Reader btw even if Reader doesn't appear so far)

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Had someone asked him 30 years ago, Leon would have been thrilled to think about having his own family at some point. A family to come home to from his dream job as a police officer, white picket fence and all.

That dream had been long gone though - pushed down alongside fond memories from university, people he used to know, who likely lived exactly the life now that he had always wanted but was robbed of at the young age of 21. Alongside the horrific memories of that fateful day back in '98 that still would occasionally haunt him in suffocating nightmares.

They've gotten easier, less frequent, but they were never fully gone.

Unlike that dream of a normal life. That one he'd successfull buried deep down in his heart under a thick layer of gravel and dirt, never meant to be dug out again.

After a rescue group managed to get Elpis to the little girl back in Wrenwood, freeing her from the virus and stabilizing her health condition, eventually leaving her in Grace's care, Leon had to come to the unfortunate realization that a small deeply hidden part of his heart was still yearning for the impossible.

For the past six months however, that wall he had built around his heart started to slowly gain more and more cracks inbetween it's carefully placed bricks and the reasons for this were none other than Grace and Emily.

A few days after the whole incident he'd called Grace to ask how she had been doing after everything and how Emily was adjusting to her new life.

It was only meant to be one phone call.

It didn't stop at that one phone call though.

Grace had been thrilled when she heard his voice, immediately filling him in on every detail - how they were about to move into a bigger flat where Emily would get her own room, how she taught her how to read with Emily's newly gained eyesight, how happy she had been with her new role of being a mother. It stirred something in Leon's chest.

She then would ask him how he was doing since being cured of the virus, how his work has been, if he'd been feeling alright. Though he'd always keep it short. 'Better than ever. Nothing special. All good.'

A week later he found himself dialing Grace's number once again. Just checking in on them, he told himself.

Then yet another week later it was Grace who'd called him. First she sounded nervous, asking if she was bothering him but after a few reassurences she happily shared the recent occurrences and once more would ask Leon about his own life. Still his answers remained brief, throwing in a few cheesy jokes here and there to keep the mood light without giving too much away. Nothing he hadn't done before in order to stay at a healthy distance from other people. It's easier this way. Safer.

This however came with a price. The price of having old feelings resurface - old yearnings growing claws to dig themselves out of that thick layer of dirt and smashing in the cracking brickwall built for his own protection.

But against his better judgement the weekly calls persisted. After a while weekly turned into every other day and soon Leon had found himself slowly becoming a solid part of the life of the two girls and them becoming a part of his. And he embraced it in a way - the little slices of normalicy he was allowed to have for these short moments even if they weren't his own.

And despite his mental efforts to keep his distance he somehow had accepted Grace's invitation for dinner before he could even fully wrap his mind around the question.

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[ To be continued? ]

[leggywormy]

I swear his brain is a machine