citrines-happy-place

[citrines-happy-place]

Masterlist

Word Count - 600

Genre - kinda angsty?

Warnings - are hunger descriptions a trigger?

Synopsis - a half dozen granola bars weren't going to last Neith forever.

Author’s Note - poor girl has been wandering the streets since January? oops...

Hunger was an experience I had never truly felt before. Like some clawed beast was tearing away at your insides, longing for escape. As it turns out, a half dozen granola bars wouldn’t suppress this beast for long. Food was a resource I had long since taken for granted, and that negligence was weighing me down now.

I sat in a dirty alleyway, my wings splayed against the cold brick wall of a restaurant. A poor choice on my part, for every time someone opened the back door, the tantalizing scents of the kitchen wafted out. The lingering spices in the air tormented the beast in my stomach, as it clawed and screamed for release. Oh, the things I would do for even a bowl of plain rice.

It seems God heard my prayers, for the next restaurant employee to come out into the alley was holding a styrofoam takeout box. She approached me as one might a spooked animal, speaking in a soft and gentle voice.

“Here you go sweetie,” she said, handing me the container and a pair of disposable chopsticks. “Now you eat up.” I opened the container and was greeted by a sunny-side-up egg on a bed of rice. For such a simple dish, the aroma it gave off had my mouth watering.

“Th-thank you,” I whispered. With some difficulty, I separated the chopsticks and dove into the first proper meal I’d had in three days. A small voice in my mind told me to slow down and savour the food, while the raging monster that was my hunger demanded it receive food faster than humanly possible. In a few short minutes, I was left picking at the lonely grains of rice that had stuck to the sides of the container. I regretted in that moment any morsel of food I had previously wasted, every crumb, every drop. How could I have been so foolish as to deny myself the food I was given?

“You must have been hungry,” the woman said with a slight laugh, taking the now empty take-out box from me. I took a few seconds to study her face as she took the container and tossed it in the dumpster. She was an elderly lady, maybe even older than Grandma, with a kind face, wrinkled from decades of smiling. From what I could tell, she had no permanent mutations from her quirk. If she even had one at all that is.

“I hope you don’t mind me asking,” the elderly lady began, bending down to better match my seated eye level. “But what’s lead a sweet little girl like you to sitting in this alleyway?”

I wondered how much I should tell her. Spill too much, and I run the risk of her trying to “help” me reunite with my family. I decided a partial truth would suffice.

“I ran away from home,” I said simply. Any more detail and I would have pulled this poor lady into the deep end of my tragic tale. That’s when it clicked for me. As nice as this lady was, I didn’t want her help. The meal was more than appreciated, but I wanted nothing more from her.

Before she could respond, I said “The rice was was lovely, but I should probably be going now.” Of course, I had nowhere to be, except not in that alleyway. “Thank you!” I got up and walked out to the main street, my back to the elderly lady. When I rounded the corner onto the main street, I could hear her gasping and sobbing.

[citrines-happy-place]

Masterlist

Word Count - 600

Genre - it’s most certainly angst now

Warnings - running away from home

Synopsis - can Neith truly let go of the life she’s know?

Author’s Note - it’s been an entire month, and i have absolutely no excuses for my absence. apologies.

I planned my escape quickly and quietly. It would have to be under the cover of night after my parents went to bed and the maid went home. By the light of the moon, I crept downstairs to get my school bag, then headed to the kitchen. I dragged a chair over to the counter and stood atop it to reach the snack cupboard. I grabbed a handful of granola bars and shoved them in my bag’s front pocket. Carefully, I carried my bag to my room.

With my bag acquired and food packed, I began the second phase of my plan, emptying the contents of my backpack onto the floor. Pulling the closet door open, I proceeded to shove every article of my clothing I could reach into my bag. Before I zipped it shut, I tossed my stuffed bunny onto the mountain of clothes. I’d be needing the company. I grabbed my house key as well, dragged my overstuffed backpack down the stairs, and slipped out the front door into the silence of the night.

I ran down the street, letting my feet carry me wherever they pleased. The night breeze blew cool against my face as I darted through the shadows. After 10 minutes of winding through the streets, I stopped to catch my breath, grabbing hold of a nearby fence to steady myself. As I stood there panting in the dim moonlight, I noticed a line of large, colourful stones at the base of the fence, a strange sense of familiarity drawing me to them. I picked one up to examine it closer. I could just about close my fist around the rock, which was half green and half red, but not because it was painted. 

Michiko had found a similar rock at the beach that summer, and brought it into school for a class show-and-tell. At the time it had seemed a miracle of nature, so perfectly divided. To find one just like it so soon after would be incredibly unlikely. I glanced over to the nameplate by the gate, and then up at the house contained in the fence. As luck would have it, this was Michiko’s house.

Excited at my discovery, I rushed up to the intercom system. Michiko’s parents could adopt me, and we could live like sisters! Alas, I came to my senses before I rang the buzzer. That dream would never happen. As soon as anyone found out I was here, they’d drop me off back home and all my efforts would be wasted. Slowly, I pulled my finger away from the button, the reality of my situation sinking in. 

In my desperation to escape, I’d run to a familiar place, unconsciously wanting to revise my decision. I had yet to completely abandon my family, though now the choice starred me straight in the face. Give in and go back home, or discard everything I had for freedom. Turning away from the house, my mind was made up. Still gripping the multicoloured stone, I continued down the street into the darkness of the night.

“Good-bye Michiko,” I whispered into the silence. Though I addressed only her, the farewell was to everyone. To Kiko and Papa, to Sensei and the housemaid. To my classmates, family, and friends, anyone who would notice my absence from their life. To Mama and her former self, a beacon of light on the darkest of seas.

“I’ll miss you”

[citrines-happy-place]

The tale of a young girl who’s life is completly turned around by her newly manifested quirk. About as much drama and self discovery as you can get from a story with a four-year-old protagonist. Hope you enjoy it!

-Citrine

Chapter 1 - Awakening

Chapter 2 - Abandonment

Chapter 3 - Release

Chapter 4 - Temptation

[citrines-happy-place]

Masterlist

Word Count - 700

Genre - Things are getting a bit angsty now

Warnings - poor parenting

Synopsis - how will Neith’s parents react to her newly manifested quirk?

Author’s Note - two works in and I’m already contradicting myself. so much for keeping things light and fluffy...

My key clicked in the lock, and I pushed the front door open. I hung my hat on its peg and dropped my backpack on the shelf, shaking the pressure from my arm. I had had to carry it the whole way home, the straps not fitting around my wings. Maybe Mama would buy me one of those school bags with wheels, like the one Kiko had. I pondered this as I walked to the sitting room, knowing Mama would be there with her afternoon tea. 

“Did you have a good day at school Neith-chan?” Mama called. She could tell everyone in the house apart by their footsteps, I often asked her to teach me her ways, though she never did.

“It was awesome!” I replied, picking up my pace as I got to the open door. “Look, Mama, my quirk manifested!” I watched her face as she took in my words, expecting her to smile and break into congratulations. Instead, the exact opposite happened, her face darkening. A thousand emotions flickered across her face. Sadness, anger, disappointment, regret, and even a hint a fear. 

“Sit down” she barked, gesturing to the plush stool across from her, and I did, glad she had chosen a seat with space for my wings. She studied them now in silence, along with the antennae floating over my eyes. After a minute or two, something in her snapped, and I felt all the joy and delight of the day drain out of me, like water from a punctured bottle. In their place settled fear, like a thick blanket of fog. Mama had hit me with her quirk, a powerful ability to alter the emotions of those around her. She had used it on me dozens of times before, to cheer me up when I was down, but never to cause pain. A fear so deep it made you wonder what reasons you ever had to be carefree and jovial.

“Mama, w-why?” I murmured through the tears now streaming down my cheeks, forcing the words out through choking sobs. “Why aren’t you happy for me?” I’d fled to my room before she had the chance to reply. 

I curled myself into a ball on the edge of my bed, those cursed wings hanging over the edge. The same question ran laps around my head. Why, why, WHY. As the tears dried on my cheeks, I heard Papa’s car pulling up the driveway. Would he be excited by my quirk? It was his quirk I had inherited after all. Silently, I slipped off my bed to greet him.

He saw me as I came down the stairs, the faintest of smiles gracing his lips. At least Papa wasn’t upset, at least Papa seemed happy. A small wave of my earlier joy came back to me, as I rushed up and hugged him. I felt safe there, wrapped up in his warm arms, knowing that feeling couldn’t last forever. When he released me, I remembered I would eventually have to face Mama again, and that disappointed expression. 

Dinner could not have been a more awkward affair. Papa was going on about some project he’d been assigned at work, but neither I nor Mama was truly listening. I was trying my best to sink into my chair and Mama was attempting to ignore my existence, not wanting to cause a commotion at the dinner table I presume. I politely skipped dessert, desiring nothing more than to escape the atmosphere in the dining room.

Things continued in this fashion for the rest of the week. Mama paid less attention to me than she did to the maid, her gaze always passing just over my head. She hadn’t spoken a word to me since Tuesday afternoon. It was getting to be too much. It was almost as if I lived in a single-parent household, and I had even started talking to the maid for company. Pain wasn’t a strong enough word to describe how I felt looking at Mama. To look at a person who should love you more than anything else, and receive no hint of acknowledgement. The pain was too much. I had to get out.

[citrines-happy-place]

Masterlist

Word Count - 700

Genre  - honestly, I’m not quite sure at this point

Warnings - pain desriptions

Synopsis - a young girl’s quirk manifests at school. how will such a fundamental part of life change her’s forever?

Author’s Note - and here it is, my debut fan fiction.

     Half of my classmates’ quirks had already manifested. It was always really cool to see what different powers my friends ended up with, and I was super excited for mine to show up. Lucky for me, I didn’t have very long to wait.

     It was a sunny September Tuesday, and I walked to school down the same city streets I always did, passing the toy store and the donut shop. I greeted my teacher before running over to my friends, who were chatting by the swing set. They turned to greet me as I approached.

     “Hi, Neith-chan!” my friend Kiko called, making room next to her in the small circle of students. “Michiko-chan was telling us about what her brother did at the park yesterday.”

     “Yeah, he jumped off the swing set!” Michiko chimed in. “It was from the highest point too. He almost looked like he was flying!” I could picture her brother soaring through the air, landing gracefully on the sand, and imagined what it would be like to fly. To feel the wind blow through my hair and to see the city blur under me. To be as free as a bird, as free as a butterfly, and to soar toward the heavens.

     A sharp pain then flashed down my spine, and I gasped out in agony. My friends turned at the sound and noticed me doubled over in pain. I saw their mouths moving, but couldn’t make out the words through the dull ache fogging up my head. A loud tear managed to pierce the fog, and I felt a whisper of the light summer breeze across my back. I saw through my shadow a pair of large wings unfold behind me before two feathery antennae drooped in front of my eyes. The fog began to slowly clear, and the pain in my back reduced to a faint soreness. Was it over?

     “They’re so pretty Neith!” Michiko squeaked, her eyes sparkling as she admired the wings which had newly sprouted from my back.

     “You look like one of the fairies from the movie we watched last week,” Kiko added, also shiny-eyed over my new appendages. A crowd of my classmates was starting to form, and I saw my teacher come over to see what the commotion was about. She sighed in relief when she spotted me, probably glad no one had lost a limb in a quirk-fueled playground squabble.

     Sensei raised her voice slightly to be heard over the oohs and ahhs of my classmate. “Well then Mochizuki-san, I suppose I should go call your parents. They’ll be excited to hear your quirk has manifested.” I smiled at that. At last, I had my quirk.

     I had to go to the nurse’s office before class for “paperwork and a new shirt,” sensei had said, so I made my way down the colourfully painted hallways. As I opened the door, I caught sight of my reflection in the little mirror above the sink. Kiko was right - I did look like a fairy. The large tawny moth wings stretched above my head and looking behind me, I could see they barely reached my knees. I wondered if the same owl-eye pattens that graced papa’s wings were present, but I couldn’t see the inner side of my wings. The two antennae sprouting from my hairline were a similar tawny-brown shade and both about as long as my forearms. I heard the nurse stop in the doorway and turned to face her.

      “Is everything alright miss?” I asked after an uncomfortably long moment. She appeared to snape out of a daze at my voice.

     “Of course dear,” she replied. “Now let’s get started on that paperwork.”

     The school day went by in a blur of happiness and the clatter of things being knocked off shelves and tables by my wings. The dismissal bell couldn’t have come sooner. I said hurried goodbyes to my friends and to sensei and started the journey back home. As I passed the donut shop, I wondered if mama would buy me one to celebrate my quirk manifesting. I skipped along the final few blocks to my house the phantom sweetness of sprinkles and frosting on my tongue. Walking up the winding driveway, I admired the dappled shadows cast by the grand trees flanking it. As I fumbled with my key, I wondered how my parents would react when they saw my wings. Surely they were as excited as me?

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My BNHA O.C.s!

~I said they’d be coming soon.~

(I swear she’s only creepy because I forgot her nose)

Neith’s full backstory will be coming soon, but I’ll give you the basics. She ran away from home soon after her quirk manifested, unable to put up with her mother’s sudden change in attitude. To say the least, her mother wasn’t impressed that Neith had inherited her father’s quirk, which is much weaker than her’s. Neith came across the League of Villains after a couple months on the street, and kinda just stuck around them, mainly since they were an easy source of free food.

Emilia is a transfer student at UA, and grew up on a farm in Prince Edward Island, Canada. She’s wanted to attend UA ever since she heard the high praises of its hero program, and might rival Izuku’s knowledge of the school’s history. As her quirk isn’t very helpful for strict combat, she supplements her damage with a one-handed sword, which she’s trained in since childhood. She wears a clover-shaped luck charm to prevent the effects of her own quirk on herself.

[citrines-happy-place]

Hello World!

I’m Citrine, and this is just another tumblr writing blog. Most of my works are probably going to focus on my two My Hero Academia o.c.s {I’ll put up separate posts on them later}, though I will probably branch out into other shows or video games if inspiration strikes. Anything I post will try its best to stay light and fluffy {the world is traumatic enough as it is}. And nothing NSFW.

Fandoms I Might Write For:

My Hero Academia

Miss Kobayashi’s Dragon Maid

The Devil is a Part-Timer

Vampire Knight

Ouran Highschool Host Club

Yuri on Ice

Stardew Valley