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@enchantedchocolatebars
Lucy. Female. Adult / 20's. She / Her. My mainly cartoon, but also multifandom sideblog. I'm just a cartoon fan who enjoys the taste of a delicious candy bar every now and then. 😋 🍫 Chocolate Chip Pancakes give me ultimate life~! 😀 🥞 🍫 💕 🥞 🍫 💕 I reblog/post about animated shows, animated movies, animated things, etc. I also reblog from a lot of different fandoms, lol. I've decided that I want to make this a writing blog as well, where I write short fics, short stories, drabbles, headcanons etc from time to time on any of the cartoons /animated / fandom stuff that gets reblogged / posted on here that I like and know. I love to reblog writing positivity! 😃 ❤️ 😃 ❤️ ✍️ ✏️📚 🗒️ I also love me some Vocaloid music! 🎵 💙 🎵 💙 😌 👌(Miku is my fav! 💙 💙 💙) I have a bunch of fictional waifus and husbandos, lol. 💒 👰 🤵 💍 💕 I WILL FOREVER LOVE ECLIPSA BUTTERFLY! BEST QUEEN! 👑 💜 ♠️ 🍫 🌹 I don't mind taking a request if you would like me to write something for you! The only thing I ask is plz no nsfw requests since I don't do those, and I want this blog to be sfw (slightly suggestive is fine, tho). Also, no requests that involve incest, suicide, extreme gore, self-harm, abuse, or anything pedophilic / underage. I'm a bit new in writing, and sometimes I get nervous because I don't think my writing is the best, but I will make sure that I try my hardest to make my work adequate. 🙂 My writing is tagged as "my writing.'' thewaifuwhowrites is my writing sideblog for this sideblog. Icon is a commission drawn by @bilumiart.
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Hey, it's me, Belos Redemption AU Anon. Don't worry, I'm fine, I was just looking for the strength to finish the mini-story. So I was thinking about what to send you, and it hit me. I once translated and sent you the headcanons that you liked, so I decided to do it again.
- When Belos changed his name, he tried for a very long time to convince The Collector not to call him Philip now. He nodded his head gravely, agreed, and then completely forgot about the promise. This is extremely suspicious, given that The Collector rarely forgets about promises.
- Belos got so used to The Collector's chatter in his ear that he learned to write, listen and speak at the same time. However, now it is difficult for him to concentrate when there are no additional stimuli and he has to call Hunter and talk to him.
- Sometimes, when Belos was in a good mood, they played guessing games and word games. In the guessing game, The Collector won by default, showing the wonders of the shadow theater. During the word game, when The Collector started to lose, he tried to invent words and explain that these were some kind of cosmic things that Philip didn't know about. Philip responds by naming things from the Human Realm.
- In fact, Belos always listened to what The Collector was saying. For practical reasons, of course. It was often possible to find important information about magic or Archivists in general in idle chatter. The Collector, in turn, always thought that Belos was not listening to him and was extremely surprised when he remembered some little thing from one of the previous conversations.
- Belos told The Collector the fairy tales that Caleb had read to him before
- The Collector taught Belos to read the stars
(Perhaps these headcanons could become part of the AU to one degree or another. Except for the second one, of course. And of course, the first headcanon would have been slightly changed, but this is a spoiler for future asks. Although, is it possible to call it an ask if I don't ask you anything? But I just asked you a question… Oh, but I'm asking you for your opinion, so everything is fine!)
HEY, BELOS REDEMPTION AU ANON!!!
I'M SO SORRY FOR THE LATE RESPONSE!!!
(SUMMER SCHOOL HAS BEEN KEEPING ME BUSY AND TIRED!)
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Hey, it's me, Belos Redemption AU Anon. Don't worry, I'm fine, I was just looking for the strength to finish the mini-story. So I was thinking about what to send you, and it hit me. I once translated and sent you the headcanons that you liked, so I decided to do it again.
- When Belos changed his name, he tried for a very long time to convince The Collector not to call him Philip now. He nodded his head gravely, agreed, and then completely forgot about the promise. This is extremely suspicious, given that The Collector rarely forgets about promises.
- Belos got so used to The Collector's chatter in his ear that he learned to write, listen and speak at the same time. However, now it is difficult for him to concentrate when there are no additional stimuli and he has to call Hunter and talk to him.
- Sometimes, when Belos was in a good mood, they played guessing games and word games. In the guessing game, The Collector won by default, showing the wonders of the shadow theater. During the word game, when The Collector started to lose, he tried to invent words and explain that these were some kind of cosmic things that Philip didn't know about. Philip responds by naming things from the Human Realm.
- In fact, Belos always listened to what The Collector was saying. For practical reasons, of course. It was often possible to find important information about magic or Archivists in general in idle chatter. The Collector, in turn, always thought that Belos was not listening to him and was extremely surprised when he remembered some little thing from one of the previous conversations.
- Belos told The Collector the fairy tales that Caleb had read to him before
- The Collector taught Belos to read the stars
(Perhaps these headcanons could become part of the AU to one degree or another. Except for the second one, of course. And of course, the first headcanon would have been slightly changed, but this is a spoiler for future asks. Although, is it possible to call it an ask if I don't ask you anything? But I just asked you a question… Oh, but I'm asking you for your opinion, so everything is fine!)
HEY, BELOS REDEMPTION AU ANON!!!
I'M SO SORRY FOR THE LATE RESPONSE!!!
(SUMMER SCHOOL HAS BEEN KEEPING ME BUSY AND TIRED!)
Hey, it's me, Belos Redemption AU Anon. Don't worry, I'm fine, I was just looking for the strength to finish the mini-story. So I was thinking about what to send you, and it hit me. I once translated and sent you the headcanons that you liked, so I decided to do it again.
- When Belos changed his name, he tried for a very long time to convince The Collector not to call him Philip now. He nodded his head gravely, agreed, and then completely forgot about the promise. This is extremely suspicious, given that The Collector rarely forgets about promises.
- Belos got so used to The Collector's chatter in his ear that he learned to write, listen and speak at the same time. However, now it is difficult for him to concentrate when there are no additional stimuli and he has to call Hunter and talk to him.
- Sometimes, when Belos was in a good mood, they played guessing games and word games. In the guessing game, The Collector won by default, showing the wonders of the shadow theater. During the word game, when The Collector started to lose, he tried to invent words and explain that these were some kind of cosmic things that Philip didn't know about. Philip responds by naming things from the Human Realm.
- In fact, Belos always listened to what The Collector was saying. For practical reasons, of course. It was often possible to find important information about magic or Archivists in general in idle chatter. The Collector, in turn, always thought that Belos was not listening to him and was extremely surprised when he remembered some little thing from one of the previous conversations.
- Belos told The Collector the fairy tales that Caleb had read to him before
- The Collector taught Belos to read the stars
(Perhaps these headcanons could become part of the AU to one degree or another. Except for the second one, of course. And of course, the first headcanon would have been slightly changed, but this is a spoiler for future asks. Although, is it possible to call it an ask if I don't ask you anything? But I just asked you a question… Oh, but I'm asking you for your opinion, so everything is fine!)
HEY, BELOS REDEMPTION AU ANON!!!
I'M SO SORRY FOR THE LATE RESPONSE!!!
(SUMMER SCHOOL HAS BEEN KEEPING ME BUSY AND TIRED!)
Hey, it's me, Belos Redemption AU Anon. Don't worry, I'm fine, I was just looking for the strength to finish the mini-story. So I was thinking about what to send you, and it hit me. I once translated and sent you the headcanons that you liked, so I decided to do it again.
- When Belos changed his name, he tried for a very long time to convince The Collector not to call him Philip now. He nodded his head gravely, agreed, and then completely forgot about the promise. This is extremely suspicious, given that The Collector rarely forgets about promises.
- Belos got so used to The Collector's chatter in his ear that he learned to write, listen and speak at the same time. However, now it is difficult for him to concentrate when there are no additional stimuli and he has to call Hunter and talk to him.
- Sometimes, when Belos was in a good mood, they played guessing games and word games. In the guessing game, The Collector won by default, showing the wonders of the shadow theater. During the word game, when The Collector started to lose, he tried to invent words and explain that these were some kind of cosmic things that Philip didn't know about. Philip responds by naming things from the Human Realm.
- In fact, Belos always listened to what The Collector was saying. For practical reasons, of course. It was often possible to find important information about magic or Archivists in general in idle chatter. The Collector, in turn, always thought that Belos was not listening to him and was extremely surprised when he remembered some little thing from one of the previous conversations.
- Belos told The Collector the fairy tales that Caleb had read to him before
- The Collector taught Belos to read the stars
(Perhaps these headcanons could become part of the AU to one degree or another. Except for the second one, of course. And of course, the first headcanon would have been slightly changed, but this is a spoiler for future asks. Although, is it possible to call it an ask if I don't ask you anything? But I just asked you a question… Oh, but I'm asking you for your opinion, so everything is fine!)
HEY, BELOS REDEMPTION AU ANON!!!
I'M SO SORRY FOR THE LATE RESPONSE!!!
(SUMMER SCHOOL HAS BEEN KEEPING ME BUSY AND TIRED!)
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Lucy and Terzo are the picture of romance, sharing a towering strawberry milkshake in a cozy diner booth.
But as Terzo leans in to seal the date with a kiss, a flash of pink light changes everything.
In a heartbeat, his black-and-white suit is gone, replaced by his regal papal cassock—and Terzo himself has shrunk to a mere four inches tall!
He might be miniature, but his love for Lucy is still full-sized.
"Lucy" (me) is my sona character, lol! 🩷
Commission art here.
Stimboards of said art here and here.
@bilumi / @bilumiart
Ao3 version
Enjoy! 🩷 💜
The bell above the door chimed a bright, brassy greeting as Terzo held the heavy glass handle open.
He stepped aside with a theatrical half-bow, a charming smile playing on his lips. "After you, la mia cara," he murmured, his voice smooth as silk.
Today, he had traded his elaborate robes for his sharp black-and-white suit, his face clean of the iconic papal paint, looking every bit the dashing gentleman for their afternoon out.
Lucy stepped inside, her heart-shaped earrings swinging with every skip in her step.
The diner was a retro dream: neon pink tubing lined the ceiling, chrome accents sparkled under the warm lights, and the air smelled faintly of vanilla and toasted buns.
Terzo guided her to a plush, strawberry-colored booth, sliding onto the vinyl seat across from her.
As they opened their menus, the 2000s-style "sparkle" of the diner seemed to catch in Lucy's eyes.
She pointed a manicured finger at a vibrant illustration on the back page. "Oh, Terzo, look! The 'Strawberry Supreme'!"
Terzo closed his menu with a decisive snap, his eyes twinkling.
"If it brings that much light to your face, amore, then it is the only choice. One shared masterpiece, please," he told the waitress.
A heart-shaped screen transition later, the table was no longer empty.
Between them sat a towering milkshake that could only be described as architectural.
It was a mountain of pink dairy, crowned with a cloud of whipped cream so thick it looked like a fluffy dream.
Two striped straws leaned toward each of them, beckoning.
The rest of the diner seemed to fade into a soft, out-of-focus blur.
Lucy leaned forward, her elbows resting on the table as she gazed lovingly at Terzo.
He mirrored her, his usual flair for the dramatic replaced by a tender, quiet warmth.
"You look particularly radiant today, my love," Terzo whispered.
He began to lean in, his eyes fluttering shut as he moved toward her for the kiss they'd been building toward all afternoon.
Suddenly, the air between them began to hum.
A tiny, high-pitched ping echoed through the booth, followed by a blinding flash of hot pink light that smelled like bubblegum and magic.
Lucy blinked, spots dancing in her vision. When the light cleared, the seat across from her was empty.
"Down here, bellissima!" a tiny, squeaky voice cried out.
Lucy looked down at the table.
Standing right next to the base of the milkshake was a four-inch-tall Terzo.
The black-and-white suit was gone; in its place, he was dressed in his full, regal papal cassock and mitre, his face now adorned with his signature skeletal paint.
He looked exactly like a living, breathing doll—a miniature king of the ministry.
He looked up at her, his tiny hands resting on his hips.
Even at his new height, he managed to strike a pose that was pure, unadulterated drama.
"It appears," he squeaked, his voice like a violin on fast-forward, "that the universe decided our date needed a bit more... theatricality!"
Lucy gasped, her heart doing a little flip-flop in her chest as the pink spots in her vision cleared.
Instead of panic, a wave of pure, sugary affection washed over her.
He was so tiny, so very cute, and—with his little painted face looking up at her—absolutely precious.
"Terzo!" she squeaked, her voice matching the high-energy vibe of the diner. "You're... you're a little pocket-prince!"
She didn't hesitate.
Lucy slowly lowered her hand to the tabletop, palm flat.
Terzo didn't miss a beat; he hiked up his heavy cassock with a flourish of his tiny gloved hands and scrambled onto her palm.
He felt as light as a handful of macarons as she carefully lifted him up to her eye level, exactly like a prized treasure.
As she brought him close to her face, the world seemed to burst into a 2000s-style montage.
Bright pink hearts shimmered into existence around them, popping in the air like bubbles. Terzo leaned back against her fingers, crossing his arms with a look of smug, regal contentment.
He might be four inches tall, but looking into Lucy's eyes from this close made him feel like he owned the entire world.
"I believe," Terzo chirped, patting her thumb affectionately, "that this date just became infinitely more 'exclusive'."
Lucy giggled, the sound bright and bubbly. She wasn't about to let anyone else see her miniature papa.
She quickly reached into her pink purse, fished out a generous tip, and slid it onto the table for the waitress.
Then, with a stylish flourish, she pulled her heart-shaped sunglasses from her bag and slid them onto the bridge of her nose.
Behind the tinted lenses, her eyes sparkled with mischief and affection.
With a final, protective glance around the diner, she tucked her hand close to her heart and headed for the door.
The "Strawberry Supreme" remained on the table, but Lucy was already taking the best part of the date home with her.
Hello! SO, due to a scam, my og enchantedchocolatebars blog got deleted. 😿
However, all my works on ao3 are fine, and I'm slowly finding old pieces and saving them to my drafts with help from a friend / moot.
(Found a few on my own by checking my main, going on Wayback, and searching for reblogs on blogs that I believe reblogged my old works.)
But anyway, I'm making this post as a way to promote my blog and share what I write in order to find some old and new followers.
My ao3 account (I'll slowly be re-uploading the works on here and making the necessary edits on ao3. I also explained the situation in my profile.)
Google Doc for CARTOONS / SHOWS / MEDIA THAT I WRITE FOR! ❤️ ✏️ ❤️ ✏️ ❤️ ✏️ ❤️ (I take requests. Read the doc to learn more.)
Google Doc F / O 's List
Google Doc Kin List
thewaifuwhowrites - writing sideblog for this writing sideblog
(Not making this my pinned post, but I'll be reblogging it very frequently in order to spread it. A pinned post for my blog will come later when I find the links to add to it over time.)
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Hey!!! Come to the Gallery Nucleus Star Vs the Forces of Evil show tomorrow if you are around!!! (4/8) This my little ink/screentone piece :) http://www.gallerynucleus.com/gallery/603/exhibition/
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