Yo, name's Lemy, just your average Tumblr goer who was inspired to share their own thoughts and stories with the world. I mean... it'd be a damn shame to let my wonderful ideas rot in my head, wouldn't it?
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I don’t have many rules reguarding requesting other than followin' respectful requesting educate like you would anywhere else and to be mindful that this is a primarily mlm account. As I myself am a gay male my work is often written from the perspective of one, so naturally I won’t be taking any f/m, f/f requests or anything similar—though with some exceptions, such as trans masculine or gender nonconforming readers.
But if you desire family dynamic posts or any of similar effects, you’re just in luck! I like to dabble in m-preg from time to time~ 😏
However, I do have Four strict Don’t’s that I am not willing to compromise on when it comes to writing, they are few, but just as important.
The Four Don’t’s
I will not write ANY nasty fetish stuff (sc@t, v0re, w0und fuc!ing, ect.)
No rape or explicit non con
Absolutely NO INCEST
By no means will I write any insane age gap (and by that I mean no small child x adult fics)
This ain’t that kinda place, cuz in this house we’re are all ✨classy✨ fujos, so take that nasty shit somewhere else. Other than that, I’m open to almost any kind of content or requests, NSFW or not, so be sure to hit me up when requests are open~
Ramshackle lounge, After school. Third year setting.
M!mc: *brandishing a broom, walking back and forth* Alright boys, it’s pride month and you know what that means? Women are absolutely OFF the table for the next thirty-one days.
M!mc: *points broom at Epel* You wanna fuck around?
Epel: uh—
M!mc: Do it with a man. *points to Deuce* You need easy access?
Deuce: *blushes and looks away*
M!mc: Look to your left and then your right.
Deuce: *sitting sandwiched between Jack and Sebek, they both look at him with matching smirks* *he coughs into his fist, face flushed*
M!mc: There. There’s your potential partner—and let’s admit it, we’ve been DTF with one another for about a year or so now. This shouldn’t be an issue. Questions?
Third years: No sir!
M!mc: Good! Good. Also, Ortho. *points broom at him* You don’t gotta do anything you don’t wanna.
Ortho: Wasn’t planning on participating anyway~!
M!mc: Right.
Ace: Wait, what if your bi?
M!mc: *head snaps in his direction* If you fuck… a woman… this month. I am revoking a your gay card and demoting you to friend status and not best friend status. You’re toeing the line as is with your past string of messy m/f romances all throughout first year…
Ace: This is Bi erasure.
M!mc: It isn’t if I’m saving you from yourself, your luck with women is abysmal. Boys, point and shame him.
Pomefiore!Mc: Epel. If Vil finds out we got into a full on no-holds-barred brawl at lunch we’re both getting sent to the dungeon.
Epel: So?! I ain’t gonna apologize—they had no business walkin’ up ta me and sayin’ “Damn little lady, you can sure put it away.” FUCK OFF!
Pomefiore!Mc: It not that we got into a fight that worries me… it’s the fact that our clothes got ruined in the process that worries me. Vil’s gonna give us the pair for this…
Epel: Ya worry too much! Vil ain’t gonna have a conniption over some ruined rags, not if we change our clothes first—
A cold gust of air washes over the duo followed by murderous intent
Epel: He’s right behind me, ain’t he?
Pomefiore!Mc: Yea
Vil: … *holding a makeup kit in one hand and a sewing kit in the other* *he’s pissed*
Ok ok ok, I have an idea. Mc gets like… really really drunk at a house party—probably at Scarabia—and ends up shaking ahh on one of the first years. Here’s a brief listing on who’s catching what mc’s throwing and who’s getting overwhelmed.
(College setting and aged up characters ofc 😉)
As told by emojis~ 💕
Absolutely catching ahh: *no one 🤣*
Does have it and is standing statuesque as ahh is getting thrown on him (he doesn’t know how to handle allat): ⚡️
Has it, but is getting overwhelmed: ♠️
Kinda has it and is getting overwhelmed; is only catching some of it: ❤️, 🐺
Does not have it and is getting absolutely demolished (he will deny getting bodied by mc’s twerking later): 🍎
🤖 watches from the sidelines taking videos for later~ 💕
Bonus: 🎃 catches it. Politely~ He’s surprisingly smooth wit it. 10/10, will twerk on again~ 👌🏾
I just read down the yan!twst tag and now I’m kind of in the mood for omegavese rn but I have one request, a personal leona smut oneshot, a Vil one shot, and a head canon thing to finish before I start working on that, so Be Aware or whatever scar sung in the lion king
Just now noticed this, but, if I do end up posting yan!twst omegaverse content here I’m gonna have to change my blog rules cuz obviously if I did it once I’ll prolly do it again.
The only reason why I’m apprehensive to the idea is solely cuz tumblr’s mobile app is glitchy and weird, i d’wanna edit my masterlist on it—!!! 😭
M!mc: Vil said not to touch his shit while he was away for the weekend but do you know what we’re about to do?
Epel: Touch his shit?
M!mc: Touch his shit, that’s right!
M!mc proceeds to lay out all of Vil’s beauty products and lotions. Epel looks at him, weirdly.
Epel: If Vil find out we did this, we can kiss our asses goodbye.
M!mc: Rook went with Vil so we don’t gotta worry about gettin’ snitched on and I’m sure Leona won’t say shit when you go to Spelldrive practice later smelling like a million flowers. Now, *looms ominously over Vil precious and expensive beauty products* we got work to do~
Elsewhere
Vil: *closes compact*
Rook: Beauteous Vil? What’s the matter?
Vil: Someone… is touching my limited edition coral blue semi-gloss lipstick and using far too much of it…
Mc: —Cater, darling~ Cut the shit. What did you do?
Cater: *sweats* So, babe, love, love of my life, what if I were to tell you that I may have, accidentally—hypothetically, left your deep fryer in briar valley at Lilia’s place? And that Lilia may have destroyed it by accident a day after I left???
Mc: Then I’d hypothetically have to deep fry and flay both your and Lilia’s asses should you fail to return to me my fryer in the same condition that you took it from me in.
Cater: Good thing that was only a hypothetical! Heh…heh…
Ruggie: What’s up with her royal majesty? You threaten to dump him if he skips class today?
M!mc: No, I—! *evil chuckel* I gave him some of my poo-bear gummy bears and now he’s mad at me for it cuz he ate too much—i didn’t tell him to eat the whole damn bag!
Ruggie: Why would he be mad about that? Free candy’s free candy.
M!mc: They were sugarless.
Ruggie: …?
Ruggie: …!
M!mc: Yeah. Don’t visit the Savanaclaw common room bathroom for the next two business days. *laughs*
Ruggie: *laughs harder* Holy shit!
M!mc: Exactly.
Leona: *peeks head out of blanket mound* When your conniving ass least expects it… I’m pulling you under these here blankets… and when I do, I’m trapping you under there, with me… Dutch Oven, bitch.
Mc: Have you ever talked to someone so hot your brain completely malfunctions?
Cater: No babes, I think that may be an original experience~
Mc: Well, I was talking to Vil the other day and he had his hair up in a ponytail, kinda sweaty but in the sexy post-workout way—cause we share a gym class, duh—and he asked my for some of my water and I said, “Thirsty boy desires my fluids?”
Cater: *agastly slams phone down on table*
Cater: Honey… no…
Mc: *head in hands* Worst part was when I held my bottle out to him and said, brain completely on autopilot, “Here, drink.”
I just read down the yan!twst tag and now I’m kind of in the mood for omegavese rn but I have one request, a personal leona smut oneshot, a Vil one shot, and a head canon thing to finish before I start working on that, so Be Aware or whatever scar sung in the lion king
Just now noticed this, but, if I do end up posting yan!twst omegaverse content here I’m gonna have to change my blog rules cuz obviously if I did it once I’ll prolly do it again.
The only reason why I’m apprehensive to the idea is solely cuz tumblr’s mobile app is glitchy and weird, i d’wanna edit my masterlist on it—!!! 😭
M!mc: God (or whatever higher power you guys worship here in wonderworld) knew not to make me a women. Cuz way I’d sell my 🐱 so fast… it’d be unreal… *cracks open a soda can*
The first years: …
Ace: Dude… no.
M!mc: *takes sip* What? A man’s gotta needy kitty to feed and necessities to buy. Can’t shame me for being willing to do what needs to be done to survive.
Sebek: *whispering* I can shame you for being an easy harlot though…
M!mc: And bet Malleus would be one of my most frequent customers too~
Ace, Deuce, and Yuu huddled together in a circle on the outskirts of the party.
Mc: Now boys! We—yes, WE—are Heartshackle! We ride or die for each other and that includes sticking together at one of Kalim’s greater ragers where we stick out like sore thumbs.
Mc: *pulls them in closer* We will stick together tonight and in doing so we have the best fucking time of our lives! Yeah?!
Ace and Deuce: Yeah/Right!
A few feet away in the center of the party.
Kalim: This party’s turnt! Wait—what happened to my briefs??
Jamil: *slaps forehead* Fucking sedate me.
Mc: …
Mc: *turns back to adeuce* You know I gotta leave you guys, right? It ain’t nothing personal, it’s bussy. *slinks away*
"Sorry, you're just really pretty — what were you saying?" Feat. The First Years
Summary: How do the first years react to you telling them that you were distracted by their beauty?
Warnings: Nothing much, just that reader's gender is not specified so you can see them as fem, male, or gn! Flustered boys ahead!!! With that said, happy reading! <33
A/N: As promised, here's the poll winner!! Thank you all for helping me out! ( And for the options that lost, don't worry, I plan to write for them if the motivation strikes me to again! )
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Ace Trappola
He had come to Ramshackle after getting collared by Riddle, and as always, was ranting your ears off about the whole ordeal and how insufferable it was to deal with his housewarden.
"It was late, I was tired — plus its not like I didn't brush my teeth at all, y'know?!" he blustered. His hands wildly flying around him as he further enunciated his anger with hand gestures powered by frustration.
"And- And, it was completely ridiculous how he even found out about me breaking that stupid rule! Like, what do you mean my teeth only looked as 'white as one round of brushing would make it'?! What does that even mean?!"
"Mmhm," you hummed — something you had been doing since he had plopped himself on your bed and began his retelling of what happened — which the redhead had noticed and didn't seem to take too kindly.
"Hey, are you even listening to me?!" he exclaimed, his arms crossing in an exasperated manner and the edges of his ruby eyes twitching at its corners as he asks in a rather accusatory manner, "You haven't, have you?"
You blink. the sudden spotlight thrown on you forcing you back to reality. Ace is angrily glaring daggers at you right now, and you can practically see the imaginary steam wafting from his fuming being.
How could you not admit your thoughts at this point?
"Sorry," you tell him, "You're just really hot when you're mad like this. Please, continue."
"I knew it! I knew you weren't...wait, huh?" he pauses, mouth open with his complaint caught on his tongue like a mouse in a mousetrap. Expression frozen in place as if it had been caught by a camera.
You raise an eyebrow, "Ace..?" you call slowly, "Are you gonna continue your story, or..?"
He blinks slowly, waiting for you to break character and your laughtrack to play because, surely, you cannot be serious.
He waits for five seconds, then ten before deciding to stretch out his silence for another twenty and then thirty more seconds. Still nothing. You're still staring at him expectantly, waiting for him to tell you the remainder of what's left of his story and its then that he realizes that you were being dead serious.
His face darkens into a red rose shade in seconds.
"Ace?! Are you okay?! Why're you so red and what's with that look?!" you had the gall to ask while having the audacity to look startled — and in response to your irritatingly genuine confusion, Ace...
...well Ace didn't know how to react really.
"I— You can't just...—!" he stammers as his mouth tries to say ten different things at once and fails, leaving him with no other choice but to say none of it. He lets out an aggravated yell.
"Forget this!" he shouts, turning away from you as he throws himself on his side and smacks his head against your pillow, exclaiming then, "I'm going to bed!"
And, utterly stupefied, you blurt out, "Why so suddenly?! Seriously, what's up with you?!"
( You neither got your answer to your question, nor did you get to hear the end of his story that night. )
Deuce Spade
"I'm totally gonna to fail at this rate..." Deuce said before letting out sigh.
He had come to you after a long hour and a half in Professor Trein's class where he did nothing but fight sleep, dejectedly admitting to you that he hadn't memorized a single bit of source material for the up and coming exam that'll occur later that week.
"It just doesn't click for some reason — more than it usually doesn't," he said as he shook his head and his shoulders slumped.
"Housewarden Riddle has made me flashcards in hopes that the information would be easier to digest, but even that's not helping. I'm starting to lose all hope in making it out of this with a decent grade.."
He sounded so defeated, but his words truly went in one ear and out the other as you were more drawn in to his pouty expression rather than the exact cause of it — and like, really, who could really blame you for that? I mean, with his lip slightly jutted out and his eyes drooping like puppy dog ears, he looked so—
"Uhm...Y/n?" Deuce calls, causing for you to jump a little as you suffer from the jarring feeling of being abruptly ripped away from your daydreaming.
It catches the boy's attention and, with brows furrowing with worry, he decides to ask you, "..Are you alright? You seemed to space out there for a moment."
What a gentleman he is, truly — your eyes soften.
"Yeah, I'm fine, sorry," you apologize, "I got distracted because of how pretty your pouting face is," you casually add.
And immediately, Deuce short circuits.
His mouth falls open, as if he wished to say something, only to fall closed for a second or so and open again where the process repeats.
He does this for a few minutes, and his face grows pinker as time passes which has you growing nervous. Making you believe that your little comment had done more harm than good.
"Sorry," you found yourself repeating to him. This time asking, "Did that.. Did I make you uncomfortable with that?" thankfully, that seems to snap Deuce out of whatever bug you had accidentally planted into his system and reboot him.
"Oh, uh, no! N- No, it didn't! Don't worry.." he awkwardly stammers, his eyes darting away to look at a pebble near his foot.
"You sure? It's okay if I did. You're allowed to be put off by it," you explain, clearly not convinced, "Partner or not, if my comment didn't sit well with you—"
"I liked it!" he exclaimed, spinning his head around to look at you, only to immediately lose his composure all over again the moment his eyes lock with yours.
( Hey, look at it this way; at least he's not stressing out over the future exam anymore, right? )
Jack Howl
He was explaining to you his process of how he tends to his cactus plant. His reason? Well, that morning before he left for his daily jog, he had noticed that it had began to brown at its roots.
Though he was embarrassed to ask for aid, he had hoped to gain some enlightenment from you — who had a much broader knowledge on plant life. Unfortunately, all you've given him so far are hums and small comments of acknowledgement, leading him to only one conclusion.
"You're not listening," he grumbles, crossing his arms against his chest and looking away, trying to play off the abashment creeping up his neck as he says, "Forget I said anything."
That catches your attention.
"Wait, wait, I'm sorry! I swear I was listening!" you shoot out, your hands latching around his bicep to gain his attention once again. You succeed with the small effort, but the doubtful look he gives you lets you know that you're not out of the doghouse yet.
And so, feeling as though you had no other choice, you decide to admit what's had you so captivated.
"I really was listening until the end just now! Promise!" you pull away from him to clasp your hands together in a praying-like gesture as you bow your head, "It's just that...when you talk about your hobbies and things you're passionate about, you always get this certain...shine...in your eyes. It's really beautiful — a- and makes you all the more handsome obviously! I guess this time I just got...distracted by it...again, sorry.."
Silence is what you gain in response — not a great sign in the least.
You had confessed such an mortifying truth thinking it would fix this, but it didn't and humiliation couldn't begin to describe the feeling sinking into you in that moment.
That said, as you looked up with heating cheeks, you realized that Jack wasn't in a much better state; scratching the back of his head as his cheeks bloomed a light pink.
"Why...nevermind," he says, sighing to himself, "I regret saying anything at all. Let's just drop this."
At first, you frown, thinking that you had truly messed up...until Jack's tail brushes against your hip.
You look down. He's wagging up a storm — the fluffy white appendage thumping whenever it brushes against the bench seat you two are sitting on, creating a happy beat in the process that gives away every thought the beastman refused to say aloud.
The sight has your smile returning to your face.
"You're cute when you get all shy like this."
"Urk-! ...Shush."
Epel Felmier
He had been going on for about ten minutes now, having been flown into a rage about something related to Vil.
"He must take me fa some docile little thing or sumthn' cause he neva takes a lick of what I tell 'em seriously!" he spouts as he paces before you, gesturing wildly. You're sure if this keeps up, he'll burn a permanent line into your carpet.
"He tells me off 'n I threaten him back and its like a joke to him! Then he gets to yappin' about proper grammar and whatnot like I didn't say anythin'! It pisses me off, an— Y/n? Are you listenin' to a dang thing I'm sayin'?!"
You hum out, "Of course, babe," and sigh when he narrows his eyes, full of disbelief, towards you.
"I really was listening," you affirm.
Epel clicks his tongue, saying in a tone that's both Pomefiore proper and country boy bumpkin, "There's no needa lie. I can tell notta bit of what I said is reachin' you."
You find yourself sighing again, this time shaking your head too.
"Okay, maybe I was a bit distracted," you admit, deciding to add at the last minute, "..but its only because I find you cute when you're all worked up like this."
Oh what a mistake that was. Such an easily avoidable one too — not that you can do much about it now since the damage is already done. Epel's jaw was already tensing and his periwinkle brows were already forming dents in his forehead from how deep his v of ire is.
All you could do now was close your eyes and brace for impact.
"Who're you callin' cute?! Huh?!" he angrily proclaims, "Ain't nothin' cute about me, ya hear?!"
"Yes, yes, I meant manly — slip of the tongue, I swear," you wave him off, but that doesn't seem to satisfy the country boy. Not one bit...which was kind of your fault for being so half-hearted about reassuring him, now that you think about it.
"Yeah right. You ain't the least bit sorry," he grumbles. Going on to bitterly comment, "Its 'cause you don't take me seriously neither. 'm just some cute little bunny in your eyes or somethin' or another.."
"Oh don't get to sulking on me. You know that's not true," you stand to your feet. Crossing the small distance between you two where you then cup his face.
Carefully, you turn his head with your hands, giving him no choice but to look at you. His eyes are still narrowed with anger, but you can see the sadness swimming along the tides of his light blue hues and staring into them felt like you were being stabbed straight through the heart — for you were partially to blame for such a look surfacing on his face.
"Epel, listen to me," you begin with a softened gaze — as if you were staring at something precious, "I admit that I may tease a bit more than I should, but I genuinely think that you're one of the manliest, bravest, toughest guys I know. It's one of the things I love about you, after all."
Epel doesn't reply immediately as he takes time to mull over your words. And, though you don't comment on it, you note the small blush that overtakes his face as your words sink into him.
Finally, abashed, he swats your hands away from your face. Muttering in his accent about how he doesn't need nor want you to coddle him, only for his arms to then snake around your waist and pull you against him. You can't help but roll your eyes as you hug him back.
"So...are we cool? Do you believe me and what I said, or do I need to prove my words true to you somehow?" you ask.
"I believe ya', but a little convincing wouldn't hurt neither," he replies, to which you tilt your head and ask, "And how, pray tell, would you like me to do that?"
Immediately, his eyes travel down to your lips. You huff as you catch on, barely being able to fight off the smirk growing on your lips as Epel leans in to capture them in a passionate kiss.
Sebek Zigvolt
He had been, once again, preaching to you about his glorious future king, Malleus Draconia, and like the supportive partner you were, you listened to your boyfriend intently as he rambled on.
Okay, maybe not intently. You must admit that, at some point, you found yourself lost in all your staring — entranced by the love of your life so impassioned — for he was truly a breathtaking sight to behold.
Alas, it seemed you weren't so subtle about your wandering eyes or waning concentration, for you were eventually called out for it in the loudest way possible.
"Human! To attention!" Sebek snapped, fangs baring at you in a fit of pique, "I'm enriching you with tales of our great Malleus despite you barely being worth such an honor! Don't disrespect my time by ignoring me!"
"Apologies, dear," you replied calmly, and without hesitation, revealed, "I had been momentarily swept away by your handsomeness. I'll try not to let it happen again."
"Hmph, you better," he responds and you can practically see the gears turning in his head — as well as the very moment your comment finally, truly clicks because, in an instant, his entire façade crumbles.
"I..." he begins, but immediately loses his train of thought, seemingly having been momentarily dumbfounded by such a simple statement.
It was truly adorable, you thought.
"You were saying, beloved?" it's a bit mean, but you can't help but tease him, "Don't tell me my little comment has rendered you speechless."
"N- Nonsense!" he exclaims loudly, "I simply...was caught of guard briefly by your shamelessness!"
"..Truly, this is proof that you and your kind lack not only class, but taste as well!" he adds, and you're almost immediately clapping back.
"Hm, how cruel of you to say, because I'll have you know that part of my taste extends to the magnificent man before me," you say, and instantly, he's quiet again. You find yourself giggling from amusement.
Oh, what fun it was to torment him.
Dividers were made by me, pictures used are from Pinterest, post formatting is inspired by @xxsabitoxx
Mc: *minding their own business in the dorm’s communal pool*
Random Savanaclaw npc: Mom, I feel sick.
Mc: M’not your mother. Now c’mere. *smacks back of hand to npc’s forehead*
Mc: Mmm. You’re feeling about 99.8… ish? Push fluids and lie down. Here’s a note, tell Kingscholar that you’ll be missing magi-shift practice for the next day or so.
Random Savanaclaw npc: *smiles* Thanks mom!
Mc: M’not even fem presenting today…
Ruggie: *inching up to them* Hey… Mc…
Mc: *rubs Ruggie’s forehead* Take Tylenol. Three, not four. Four will kill you. Two ain’t enough.
Ruggie: Four will kill me…??
Mc: And two isn’t enough. Aspirin’s weird that way. Also don’t use any of Leona’s, you’re allergic to his prescription. Have some of mine.
Mc: *hand on Jack’s forehead* Get some rest and push fluids. You’re undergoing heat exhaustion.
Jack: I don’t even know what I did wrong today… my routine was the same as ever…!
Mc: You forgot your cooling patches before you went on your morning run, didn’t you?
Jack: *ears droop* Oh…
Mc: That’ll do it.
Mc: *glances at leona then back to their book* You’re fine, go to class???
Leona: I d’wanna. Can’t ya just write me a letter of absence so I can skip?
Mc: No??? You’re already failing because your attendance is shit—why would I enable that??
Leona: Because you think I’m attractive…?
Mc: …
Leona: …
Mc: You have twelve seconds before I grab enchanted my mallet.
