LOL JK NOT AN UPDATE

I'm planning on doing a massive revision of Giggles and Sparkles once I finish Sprinkles, and I may just put them all in one single story. But for that I'll need YOUR help :D

I'm opening up a forum for constructive crit. and ideas for editing this story because I'm planning on mashing all three (yes, I'm going to end it at three) stories into one massive story, but I don't want to lose all of your beautiful reviews XD. Also I'm aware that Giggles and the first few chapters of Sparkles reflect old writing habits that must be fixed, and leaving the mistakes I made is killing me inside ;_;

So Here's the forum: myforums/The-Mistress-of-Fire/3280633/

and feel free to flame me as well-I can take it XD

Sincerely,

Mistress of-

*Fanfiction police bust through wall* YOU CAN'T HAVE A LONE A/N FOR A CHAPTER! POST A CHAPTER!

Me:FINE FINE I'LL POST A STUPID CHAPTER! JEEZ! *realizes that I haven't started on Sprinkles*...um...*gets idea* AHA! PARODIES FOR DAYS!

*a couple hours of furious typing later...*

I present to you, a parody of my own fanfic because why the frick not?

"What do you mean I have to be the one who interviews him?"

Eren's boss sighed as he set down his tea cup. "We need a plot device, and you make the most sense. Besides, don't you want to talk to a complete psycho like yourself?"

Eren swallowed. He might have a temper, but he's not psycho. "I'm not sure that's entirely true—"

"Look Yeager," Levi said, "stop stalling and progress the damn plot. Besides, at least your sister isn't the main character in this story."

Eren thought for a moment. Sure, he's already usually the main character, but Mikasa still somehow is stronger than him and better at everything, even in fanfiction. Maybe this was his chance to prove he's better than her as the main character.

"I'll do it," he said with resolve.

"Don't fanboy yet," his boss said, tossing him a file. "We've been interviewing this asylum for a while so we don't have to think of a reason why we're doing it so suddenly. We're finally allowed to interview the little shit and now everyone's panties are tied in a knot."

"I'll do it," Eren said again.

Levi nodded. "His name is Armin Arlert. He's fucking smart but fucking crazy—I'm not going into detail because it's all in that file. Little shit's an escape artist, and nobody figures out how he gets out. I'm pretty sure killing is a fucking hobby, but I'm not a deranged lunatic."

Eren looked through the file, which ranged from petty theft (he's done that before) to cannibalism (he definitely hasn't done that before).

"I'm counting on you," Levi said, "but if you chicken out at the last second I won't blame you. The last guy who interviewed him—"

"—became a victim," Eren finished, "I'm not surprised."

"No," Levi replied, "his entire Madoka Magica figurine collection was burned to ashes along with his house."

Eren's eyes widened but didn't respond. He wasn't a fan of Madoka Magica, but is someone so much as touches at his Sword Art Online figurines…

"Just stick with the facts," Levi said, "Be cold and distant—channel my douchiness or Leonhart's bitchyness if you can. He can be a clever little shit, so don't be stupid.

"Don't be stupid," Eren repeated, "I will keep that in mind."

"Thanks," Levi said, "I don't want any more figurines to die a fiery death."

With that ominous statement, Eren was shooed out of his office.

"You shouldn't do this Eren."

Eren rolled his eyes as he double checked his things. "Of course you would say that. You just want to be the main character."

"Eren he's killed people," Mikasa insisted, "he's destroyed figurines!"

"And there won't be any present when I'm speaking to him," Eren replied, "besides, he can't hurt me."

"That's where you're wrong," his sister said, "he can hurt you mentally. I heard he figured out the plot to Inception the first time he watched it."

Holy shit. Eren fought down a wave of fear—that was some serious intellect he got there. "I'm only asking questions," he muttered.

"And who knows how he'll reply?" Mikasa shot back.

"I'm going to be the main character of this story!" Eren explodes, "And you can't stop me!"

Mikasa looked down. "Fine," she said, defeated. "Be careful and just…don't be stupid."

Eren stopped. Don't be stupid.

That was the same exact advice his boss gave him.

"Fine fine," Eren relented, "I'll see you later."

"Be safe," Mikasa called out.

Eren sighed. "I will!"

"Hello I'm Journalist Eren Yeager," Eren said, "And I'm here to interview a patient."

"Alright," the receptionist said, smiling kindly. "Who is it?"

Eren took a deep breath. "Armin Arlert."

All sound in the room ceased when someone spontaneously combusted.

"W-what?" the receptionist squeaked.

The brunette stared at the charred remains of the person on the floor. "I-I'm Journalist Eren Yeager—"

"N-no, no that," the receptionist interrupted, "you're interviewing who?"

Eren wasn't quite sure he was supposed to say his name aloud, considering someone had just caught fire at the sound of it.

Seeing his distress, the receptionist laughed nervously. "Oh don't worry," she said, "sometimes the patients do that and we don't know why—some speculate it's from pure shock, but it's not proven yet."

Well that's not supposed to happen…

"I-I'm here to see Armin Arlert," Eren said slowly, watching out for people catching fire.

Nothing happened.

"See?" the receptionist said, "I'll call Dr. Smith right now, and the janitor to pick up the ashes. Oh! And a piece of advice—he may be cute, but don't be stupid."

Don't be stupid.

"You're literally the third person to tell me this," Eren sighed.

"That's because the universe knows you have a bad habit of acting stupid," she replied, "so it's trying to emphasize that you shouldn't be stupid.

Biting back a rainbow colored retort, Eren merely grumbled to himself.

Then a man strode into the room wearing a white coat and a nametag that said Dr. Smith.

"You're the one who set fire to one of my patients, I take it?" he asked with a smile, holding out a hand to shake.

Eren took it hesitantly. "Ah…yeah, sorry about that," he murmured, "I-I'm Eren Yeager of Maria Monthly."

"Cool story bro," Dr. Smith said unprofessionally, "Now, onwards to the demon you're going to be mind-fucked by."

"Wait-what-!?"

Eren blinked and they stood before a massive animantium door. "How the hell-!?"

"Just remember," Dr. Smith said, "Looks can be deceiving, so don't be stupid!"

With that, he opened the door and pushed the poor brunette inside, slamming the door closed behind him.

"...well shit."

Tell me if I should make this it's own story or not :D you can give ideas for that as well if you want...or just chide me on how stupid I am XD

Sincerely,

Mistress of...

*waits for police to bust through the wall*

*nothing happens*

*sighs in relief*...Fire