#starter!!

hello!! My name's mal , I'm a writer (or at least, trying to be.) and a bot maker . welcome to my page!! this is where all the links + additional rules and other stuff aswell! thanks for stopping by cutie xx ! ..

Links !

Masterlist . ♡

About me . ♡ (different account!)

who will I write for ?

— Tokio Hotel ( all members ) , Sturniolo triplets ( depends . ) , The Outsiders ( the whole gang ) .

will write / won't write .

please do not request any of the following :

— strange kinks , abuse , r4pe , incest or stepfather , cheating on reader or any of the people you have requested.

what I will write :

— smut , fluff , angst .

It was a miraculous world.

A miraculous world sullied by a few un-miraculous things. It was like.... a nicely polished turd served on a golden platter. Couldn’t truly take away the stink, but it could somehow be made to look a little better. Some days it was easier to face the bullshit than others.

Stew and pie.

Ooooh yeah, stew and pie made things brighter. If stew and pie were on hand, it would be like gazing at the world at large through colored glass! So much shinier! So much easier to confront the problems seeping from nature’s orifice. 

The basis behind the days current decision was based on the acquisition of a good stew and a pie.

Oh!! And crusty bread! Fluffy on the inside, perfect for scooping up the last remnants of broth at the bottom of the bowl. It would be a travesty to leave any trace of the delicious conglomeration of flavors anywhere. Creative tools must be concocted to assure that tragedy never came to pass!

There seemed not a problem left in the whole of the world save.....

Stew and pie required gald to buy. 

Oh wooooe was the world to uncover the sad truth of socialism! Damn those who were going about their business trying to pave their way through life comfortably! How could they when there was a rumbly belly in need of being filled??

Was the witch truly relegated to the fate of earning what she needed?!

The horror!

Well!

If she was going to have to work for what she needed, she was going to make it worth her while!

“I’m not so sure about this, Miss Magilou.” 

“YOU aren’t the brains of this operation. If I should wait until you were ready to perform what needs to be done, we’d have perished long ago!”

“Bieeeen....” Bienfu always found it infinitely difficult to get on board with Miss Magilou’s plans. .... which never seemed to operate precisely how they were mapped out in her brain. For some odd reason, events always flowed so much smoother when she imagined it all. Actually bringing it all to fruition was, for some reason, so much harder!

... of course, Miss Magilou would blame it on him. Saying it was impossible to get good help those days.... But he was doing the best he could, he really was!

“Are you just going to stand there while the prey gets away?!!”

“Biiiiiiiien!!”

Hobble hobble hobble, shuffle shuffle

Siiiiiiiiide step. Peek. Bienfu paused at the corner of a structure, his stealth for no real reason other than show. He was supposed to make himself known regardless. But it seemed like the thing to do. After all, one shouldn’t just shove themselves out into the open without taking precautionary measures! Never quite knew what dangers lurked about!

... he just wasn’t made for stealth, what, with no flexibility. He couldn’t rightly bend a long ways, or hurry for that matter, not with just short stubby legs!!

But he made do with what he could of his circumstances.

Alright! He had his sights on a man! A kind of dangerous looking man, but it didn’t much matter to them what kind of person he was. Bienfu stuck his tongue out of the side of his mouth, a sort of beacon of motivation to keep going. It gave his movements the boost he needed to accelerate closer to victory.

“Hello, good sir!!” He called out, stomping his little foot for emphasis.

 Maybe he should be facing his front instead of his rear....

He scurried quickly around, depositing himself just so!

@pengall. Congratulations. Someone flustered the birb. But who??

Maggie looked at the note over again, and apparently this was from someone she hadn’t met yet.

She was becoming embarrassingly red in the face, one, because even with her last unsuccessful date, the guy that asked her out hadn’t nearly been as sweet. Two, because she certainly wouldn’t think that anyone would pay attention to someone like her, someone so short and somewhat odd-looking, with her eyes, wings, and certainly her talons as well.

      This was it. Autumn had stored up the nerve and the confidence necessary to convince herself to venture into town. She’d been putting the daunting act off for at least a month since she came to this strange region, between mixed anxiety toward meeting the denizens who never seemed to quite speak her language, and fear of a worst-case scenario: Sudden but irrefutable proof there was no way home.

      That, and she was still wearing a skirt and stockings with the dead of winter set over her. Huddling around her Vespiquen’s swarm for warmth could only go so far. The bug-types were starting to feel the cold pretty intensely, and grow very sluggish. With the coin she’d pilfered off of passing hikers, and the few baubles she’d found in the woods, she opted to hunt down a clothing store and grunt and motion until she made her point and got something warm to wear.

     Maybe she could even get some pity from passers-by, and soak up a few charitable donations. The people in Kalos didn’t appear to share any faith similar to hers, but she was still in the dressings of a shaman, rough as they might be. In her mind, it wouldn’t be hard to play the beggar role.

      The plan lasted for a few blocks into the city - a small town, really, that she hadn’t seen the name of - until her attention was squarely caught by some well-dressed stranger wandering about. 

            ‘Her hair’s pretty,’ Autumn thought to herself, but furrowed her brow in mixed frustration and curiosity. The distraction had her fully, and she wasted no time walking right over and looking the lady over. 

            ‘She doesn’t look like the rest of these Kalos-people, from the way she’s standing.’ The girl sighed, mostly to herself, and crossed her arms as she inched a little closer. 

      Truly, she had no skill in looking inconspicuous - were she not in her twenties, Autumn would then practically look like a child sizing up a purse to steal. Maybe that was her intent, for a moment, but something had her more attracted here than just gains.