#◀ Past

[humblequestvinyl]

i'm not pretty

I’M NOT PRETTY, CONRAD FISHER X FEM!READER

APART OF THE ‘ANOTHER ON THE WAY’ SERIES

SUMMARY: while dating one of the hottest boys on cousin’s beach, and an accidental like on an old instagram post, singer y/n l/n realizes exactly what her relationship with the entails, and past girls she might have pissed off.

inspired by i’m not pretty by megan moroney

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lowercase is intentional! wc: 0.7k

warnings: reader is blonde today (i promise this will make sense), belly being kinda a bitch!! (peace and love), use of nickname/relationship nicknames (babe)

a/n: guys this is not my best work but thats what i get for not writing since november

“UM, HEY CONRAD?”

y/n called out as she sat in the kitchen of the susannah fisher’s beach house, and the boy turned the corner, giving the girl he loved a wide smile.

“what’s up sunshine?”he questioned, resting his head on the shoulder of the blonde, and he could see instagram open on the girl’s phone, “who’s this?”

y/n pulled up a profile, with her face filled with confusion, and she heard conrad groan as soon as he saw it, “is it someone bad?”

“my ex girlfriend.”conrad told her, and the girls lips shaped into an ‘oh’, before tilting her head slightly.

“but i thought you and nicole were just a fling?”she questioned before conrad went back and tapped on the profile once more, “sunshine that isn’t nicole.”

“that’s belly.”

isabel conklin. the girl that had always loved conrad, and could never move past the breakup between the two. even now when she was interested in his brother, and conrad was dating y/n, the girl couldn’t move past the boy that should have been hers.

“yeah, that explains a bit of it.”y/n shifted back in her seat as conrad walked across the island, and raised an eyebrow at her, “what! you and i both know she wasn’t exactly nice to me the last time i was here while she was.”

y/n was right, belly wasn’t nice to her the last time the two were both at the beach house together. in the blonde’s words, the girl was a bitch. but she tried to be as nice as she could for conrad’s sake, knowing how much the conklins meant to his family.

“did she comment anything?”conrad questioned, and y/n shook her head no, “maybe she heard one of the songs you wrote and accidentally liked the post.”

the blonde gave the boy a look, knowing how wrong he was, “i love how naive you are.”

“i am not naive!”conrad argued as the blonde walked away, up towards the guest bedroom she had been staying in at the fisher’s beach house.

“keep telling yourself that babe!”y/n shouted before she climbed up the stairs, and into the room where her guitar sat, just screaming at her to write a song for her upcoming EP.

the girl had recently been signed to a record label, and while the inspiration had been there, the words wanting to be sung had disappeared from thin air. until now it was almost like a fire had been lit under her as soon as she got the instagram notification, all the words wanted to spill out of her.

it was almost hours before conrad finally peaked into the room, to see his girlfriend hovering over her song book, with her guitar playing and he could see himself in the background of her video.

“somewhere out there, my boyfriend’s ex-girlfriend is scrolling through my instagram.”she sang, and a small smile crept up onto conrad’s face knowing this would make her ep.

“tearing me down, passing the phone around like there’s nothing better to talk about.”the blonde went on, playing what conrad would call a beautiful cord progression on her guitar, “zoomin out, zoomin in, overanalysing.”

“head queen of the mean girl’s committee.”

“but whatever helps, keep telling yourself i’m not that pretty.”she finished, before turning off her video, finally noticing conrad standing in the doorway.

“that’s going on the EP isn’t it?”he questioned as y/n stood up, wrapping her arms around the boy she adored.

she looked up at him with a wide smile, before nodding slightly,

“you know me so well, lover boy.”

[arcane-abomination]

There’s lots of Witchcraft within our modern times that can be done online. Especially mobile. Many people have a phone even if they don’t have a computer. This makes carrying a digital grimoire and/or secret craft a lot easier. Yet there are some, that still struggle with finding some good resources. So this post is made for just that.

Keep in mind that everything is meant primarily for phones, since that’s the most common thread among digital Witchcraft.

Free Apps

⚜️ TimePassages: An app for astrology lovers! It has a moon tracker as well as daily horoscope (if you’re into that) but one of the best features is its extensive and detailed birth chart information. It includes a birth chart wheel and all its aspects. It’s a great source for working with planetary energies within and without the self. It’s an all around great app.

⚜️ Rock Identifier - Stone ID: There are several apps that claim to identify stones and Crystals but this is the highest rated and the one I enjoy the most. It not only identifies the stone but can offer a bit of info on some of the beliefs around that stones energy.

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Web Sites

⚜️ Divination:

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Runes: A fairly simple and easy to use rune generator. They offer several spreads as well as the history behind the practice and meanings on each rune.

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Sigil Engine

Psychic Science

Sigil Scribe

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Picrew

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Text Symbols

These easily copy and pasted symbols are great for digital spell work and rituals.

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[belovedstill]

svsss 10th anniversary snippets ◀ [ 2/7 ] ▶ fan art @ ao3 | bingqiu | post-canon, married, sqq paints himself some merch

If there was one thing the original goods could do well, it was painting.

He was, of course, also well-versed in subterfuge, angry hatred, and attracting 'scheming bastard!' flags left and right. And in making the Sect Leader look like a kicked dog. And in raising everybody's blood pressure. And in avoiding any shred of human kindness. And in—

Anyway. He was good in many things that currently don't serve Shen Qingqiu well, but at least his muscles remembering the movements and amount of pressure to put on a paintbrush for quality paintwork is quite neat!

In his past life, Shen Yuan couldn't draw for shit. His only genuine attempt at an illustration for his then-5-year-old sister's favourite fairy tale was met with frightened sobbing and countless nights spent sharing his bed with her whenever she woke up from yet another nightmare induced by his terrible scribbles. (In his defense, the monster terrorising the town was the coolest thing in that story.)

Having his disciples ohh and ahh at the simple scrolls he paints is quite the difference from terrified tears. If you ask him, he quite enjoys it! The best thing about being able to draw well, though, is getting to finally draw his own fanart—

"What's Shizun painting?"

—away from where anybody can see!

He very gracefully slams his hand over the scroll, completely intentionally smudging the dash of diluted red ink he's just applied to the smiling lips of the pained Luo Binghe as his husband looks over his shoulder. He hasn't even heard him come in!

"Is that...?"

"No," Shen Qingqiu says immediately and for a good measure flips the page over. The small bowl with red ink topples over and spills.

Binghe's breath hitches next to his ear.

Despite being the Peak Lord of the Qing Jing Peak, or maybe exactly because of it, Shen Qingqiu has always been aware that scroll paper is a finite resource and shouldn't be wasted. That's why when he draws in private he uses up every blank spot. The other side of the painting is filled with countless sketches of Luo Binghe in various poses and states of undress. Sleeping. Cooking. Fighting. Commanding. With a laugh on his lips, or tears in his eyes, or suggestive tension rising in the arch of his eyebrows.

"Shizun..."

Shen Qingqiu slowly reaches for his fan, unfolds it, and presses his entire face against it.

Binghe lays his gentle hands on Shen Qingqiu's tense shoulders and presses his forehead against his temple.

"Is this how Husband sees me?"

Any answer would be damning! No, this husband does not see Luo Binghe, the man above all men, as a mess of rough, imperfect, rushed lines! Yes, he does look close enough to commit every minor detail to memory! Anybody would!

For some reason, that final thought settles heavily in his stomach. He turns his head slightly, so his forehead rests against Binghe's.

"Mn."

"Does he, really?" There's a teasing edge in Luo Binghe's voice and Shen Qingqiu knows, even with his eyes closed, that the look on his face must be truly ungodly. "Husband should look whenever he likes."

"...Mn."

"He should open his eyes and look now, too."

Not a chance! Shen Qingqiu does the only thing that ever truly distracts the tempting husband of his: he leans in and steals his lips in a kiss, and holds them captive until they yield in sweet surprised surrender.

The scroll paper gets torn, the fan forgotten aside, and both of them end up with red-ink fingerprints all over their skin.

[akgaereporter]

nct: sunflowers attacking dream over recent haechan live ☠

tldr: during haechan’s recent welive he said he permed his hair & dream "thought something was wrong" with it so he got it straightened again. some sfs/hc solos started losing their damn minds over that🤕 he also talked a lot abt music he wants to release and highkey called sm out, and all of this got the sunflower girlies real mad i guess..

so earlier haechan went live on weverse and was talking about dream's reaction to him perming his hair:

some sfs went kinda insane over this☠

like woah..? how did we go from 1 to 100☠ i cant even tell whos a solo, a unitzen, or a dream anti thats how bad it is..

and when dreamzens started ratioing these folk, this person said its hypocritical for them to say psychoanalyzing is weird when drmzens did the same to 127 with their constant coworker allegations

idk what they were tryna say here like okay..?? then yall both freaks☠

☆ my opinion

icl and say i’ve been keeping up w this 284828483 year old unitzen drama but i do remember the coworker allegations the last person was talking about, it got really bad at one point, however that doesnt excuse the INSANITY that is going on here. inserting urself into this big ole grown man’s relationships and acting like hes some kind of poor bullied people pleaser who can’t make any choices for himself is so crazy PLEASE wake up. if any of yall lewsers read past the first line of those translations youd see he agreed and said he also didn’t like the way the perm came out (bc the back was all curly and his bangs weren’t)☠️ imagine getting ur hair done and looking crazy, so u listen to ur homeboys and get it fixed but ur deranged 70 hour sceentime having ass fans start acting like they punched u unconscious, strapped u to a chair and straightened it themselves.. id smoke a pack the size of both koreas too if my stans were so insufferable like dont embarass me.. all y’all doing is exposing u have absolutely zero friends bc ive never seen a more normal interaction between groupmates☠️

but all this lowkey feels like a reaction to some of the things hc said concerning music/solo scheds during the live. its obvious that sm is in fact sabotaging him bc ur telling me 8 years in, as one of nct's strongest vocalists and a popular member, he hasn't released any proper solo music despite wanting to..??? and is still getting micromanaged this far into his career? if 2+2 is 4 um...

like i thought after a certain amount of time idols start having more of their own creative/appearance direction like with bts, seventeen etc. i guess it might be bc those groups make a lot self written music but still..? doesnt hyuck write music too? to have a star on ur hands like this and fumble is so crazy to me, theres no other explanation than they want him to stay local and not get too big for the brand since hes one of the centers in nct.

but girl bye.. if they let his fame grow, all they'd have to do is treat him properly and he wouldn't want to leave they wack ass company. they just dont want him to have a choice☠ now they got him on lock bc they dont know how to act right. im not condoning anything but i really do understand why so many haechan/nct solos in general exist.. it all starts & ends with sm's fuckassery cause if my biases got steady treated like garbage id get hostile towards ANYONE in and out of the group too like..

anyways had to wake this tea up🤕 haechan deserves better everything i fear. better company, better fans, but NOT a better group. he loves those boys down and all of them are highkey in the same boat but saying that on unitzentwt will get you SHOT. stay strapped in these streets..

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[izicodes]

(I forgot to post yesterday's update... oops!)

Today I worked for around 45 mins on the challenge! The lesson focused on the variable declarations, which I’ve used in the past in my night coding class so I’m used to it now. I like the idea you can store stylings in a variable a bit like in JavaScript.

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💻 What I did today towards the challenge 🎨

☆ I worked on the ‘Learn CSS Variables by Building a City Skyline’ section

☆ Learnt more about the * selector, linear-gradients and variable declarations in CSS

☆ Completed 51/118 lessons

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Have a nice day/night and happy coding 🤎 check out my freecodecamp profile 🙌🏾

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[venusandsaturnsrings]

a submission for the love letters event —

hellooo! i hope this manages to get in! i love your writings a lot, they scratch an itch that many can't scratch and ily for providing a space for us to just enjoy all these fantasies <3 thank you for existing and writing and sharing your work with us!!

now that's dealt with, onwards to the details!

𝗸𝗲𝘆 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘁𝘀: shy at first, easygoing + talkative + a little cheeky when befriended. will tease people i'm super comfortable with. book smart(-ish) but not street smart. romantically dense & inexperienced in romance. logical but also emotional. prefers indoors than outdoors. enjoys cafe hopping. can't choose between coffee and tea (i love both). also can't choose between cats and dogs (again, i love both. and animals in general). would rather have a small circle of friends i can trust with my life rather than have a big circle of acquaintances. crowds and public speaking are the bane of my existence.

𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘀: writing, drawing, painting, watching people play video games, recently got into cooking (although sadly it seems like i have no talents in it sob) and interior designing (again, not good at it lskdjfklsfd)

𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀: talents, talents.... hmm. i guess... i can make silly little games? uhhh i can also... fold my tongue? lol

mbti: infj

𝘀𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲: men, please!

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— i hope these are enough details. thank you again for doing this <3 <3

- ꕥ

AWHH you sound like a sweetheart!! hehe your match came quite easy, i do hope you get along well!! ^u^

→ 𝗹𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗱!

𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝗺𝗮𝗶𝗹 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺: 𝘇𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗹𝗶! ←

'would nothing else be so fitting? hand-in-hand or side-by-side, could anything truly compare? a love made of gold chains and chopsticks washed together. you could draw many comparisons between yourselves and the fine wood rubbing together with only soap and spring water running through. he is the minimal sandbearer pair to your own embellished bamboo set.'

in your memory, such a meeting had been the bane of your existence and something you'd seethe over until the end of time. though as years past until the present things softened. his penchant for following you through the market and cornering you upon any encounter with a man went from overbearing to something you treasured. he cared for you. the former geo archon and current funeral consultant cared for you more than anything else. how could you not come to love him all the same?

he'd remove his gloves to give you the most tender of holdings, skin and veins alight with the gold flowing through them. nothing kept your skin warm and heart ablaze quite the way his skin on yours did. a man as firm as stone becoming as soft as sand all for you could do your heart in if it wasn't held so tightly by the man himself. perhaps it did still hurt when he'd take you so sudden and harsh without a word of seeking approval but you were not one to argue anymore. in the past, you'd thrash and hope he'd halt upon your disparity but he never would; why could you not enjoy it the way you do now? he'd wave away such thoughts and questions away, assuring you a change of heart was nothing to fret over and when was he ever wrong?

following, his lips would meet yours with such a lovely threat; you were to behave. to listen. and so, with your heart and body bound to no other, you caved like always.

'though sometimes the chains tightened, though the harsh surface of sandbearer against soft bamboo would degrade with time, though his lack-of silenced your more-of, you were one all the same.'

[managician-tls]

Basketball at Dusk - Confrontation 2 (8/10)

Featured characters: Asuka, Botan, Himari, Renren

Location: Gym

Asuka: Eh— Eeeeh!?

T-That's a surprise attack way too suprise~!

Botan: While you waste time saying that, the sun will keep going down.

Shoot. 4 to 0.

Well then. How many points are you going to let me have, Momochi-san?

Asuka: Ghh, I'm getting serious and going all out, too!

I won't let you score so eas...

Ah, sh, she got past me!

Botan: If you've got enough time to blabber on and on... It'd do you good to focus on playing, instead.

6 to 0.

Asuka: U, uuugh...!

Botan: Shoot. 8 to 0.

Asuka: (S-She's way too ruthless...!)

(If I can touch the ball just once, I win...)

(If you heard that, you'd think I have a "super" handicap in my favour.)

(And yet... It's as if the ball is getting drawn towards Komacchi-senpai.)

(By the time I try to go fetch the ball, Komacchi-senpai already has it in her control.)

(Whenever she shoots, it's the same, too.)

(To make sure she doesn't distance herself from the ball, she hasn't dared throw a dunk shot.)

(Even if this is Komacchi-senpai we're talking about, it's not like she's grown a pair of wings.)

(So her feet will always stay on the ground.)

(She shoots, and then she dives under the goal right away...)

(Since she hasn't failed any of her shoots, in a normal game, there'd be no need for her to do that.)

(It's precisely because of our special rules that she's doing this.)

(So that she can keep the ball under her control, forever and ever.)

(I-I can't win! I can't win this thing!)

Botan: 54 to 0.

Looks like... You've finally come to understand it.

The difference between our abilities, that is.

Asuka: I understand that much all too well already!

You won't let me have the win and, the way I am now, I don't have any plans that can break through your plays!

Botan: It might be a good idea to give up here, then.

Asuka: Uu...

Botan: It's about time, don't you think?

Shoot. Goal. 56 to 0.

Let's just end this... Momochi-san.

Since you already understand it's impossible for you.

Asuka: I— I...

Huh...? How, odd...

The tears won't stop falling...

But, even so, I think I'm having fun?

I wonder why's that...? So you had this kind of strength, Komacchi-senpai.

At practice, you were always going easy on us.

We weren't letting you play seriously... I've noticed that now.

And now, I'm... having fun. Facing off against a crazy strong opponent, I'm all fired up.

Even though you're going to quit playing, Komacchi-senpai. Isn't that weird?

Botan: ......

No. That's not weird at all.

I've also got some self-reflection to do. I underestimated you a little, Momochi-san.

I'll come at you, with all I've got.

Asuka: T-This speed..!

N-No way! This has got to be a bad dream!

By the time I notice it, she's already gotten past me and made the shoot in... You can't be serious.

But still... I won't lose! I can still keep going!

Himari: ...What an amazing battle this is, huh?

Even after we helped Mochimochi, she might not stand a chance.

Renren: That might be so, ba... But, if it's Momochi-san, she'll be fine for sure, ya.

Himari: Hm... Do you have some sort of secret plan up your sleeve?

Renren: Ufufu. Nope, no such thing at all, a!

Himari: You just went and said it!?

Renren: Even so, it'll be fine.

For Momochi-san, the ball itself is a friend, de.

And friends don't betray each other... There's nothing wrong in believing that much, ne.

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[oflostinfound]

Dear Daughter,

There is so much to say, and only so much room on this page. You're probably wondering why this scroll is here, or, knowing your old man, you've already guessed.

Well, if you're the smart little lady I know you are, you're right. After all these years of swearing off premonitions, I did glimpse into your future.

Accidentally, I was sleeping, prophesying in dreams when your Papa woke me with one of his charming room shaking snores. You know the ones.

I saw you, my little girl all grown up. You were sitting in a dark cave of Stolas's, a storm raging outside, alone, wearing some old clothes from home torn to bits. I saw you sift through his papers and find this scroll.

So I started writing, and now comes the hard part of what to write next.

My daughter, I miss you. Even though a much younger you is sleeping just in the other room I still know at this point, when you are finally holding this letter, I miss you. I wish it was different. I wish fate didn't separate our family. I wish I could've changed it. I wish you could've had better, had peace, known no strife.

But I see you, now, watching from the past reading this letter in the future. I see how much you've changed, the way you hold yourself (mind your posture), and I want to tell you-

Again, posture, that rock has to hurt doesn't it?

I want to tell you, you are stronger than you know. I wish it was different, that won't change, but even still I'm proud of you. I'm proud that you are my daughter, I'm proud of everything you've accomplished and are going to accomplish. Even if you think it small, even if we never see each other again, I'm proud of you.

Don't ever give up. Hold your head high my dear, you are more than this world knows.

I hope one day I can hold you again, but until then know that when you hold this letter that I'm giving you a big hug and messing up your hair. Not that you have ever needed help with that, my little rascal.

I love you, my daughter, never lose that kind heart of yours.

Until next we meet,

Dad

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[stanurines1mp]

Free

FREE /friː/ -able to act or be done as one wishes; not under the control of another.- Freya Ludwig's past of solitude soon changes as she meets the main squad of the Scout Regiment. But is she just another slave of loneliness or will she find the one to set her free? From Attack On Titan / Shingeki No Kyojin, An Eren Jaeger x Fem!OC Story.

𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔶𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

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'𝘼 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙮 𝙉𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙡'

𝚂𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚢  𝙻𝚒𝚗𝚔:

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𝕚𝕟𝕧𝕚𝕤𝕚𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 -ᴛᴀʏʟᴏʀ ꜱᴡɪꜰᴛ

𝕊𝕒𝕪 𝕐𝕖𝕤 𝕋𝕠 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕟 -ʟᴀɴᴀ ᴅᴇʟ ʀᴇʏ

𝕔𝕖𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 -ʟɪᴢᴢʏ ᴍᴄᴀʟᴘɪɴᴇ

𝔹𝕦𝕣𝕟 -ᴘʜɪʟʟɪᴘᴀ ꜱᴏᴏ

𝔽𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕪𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕖 -ᴀʟᴇxᴀɴᴅᴇʀ ʀʏʙᴀᴋ

𝔾𝕠𝕠𝕕𝕓𝕪𝕖 𝕐𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨 𝔹𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕜 ℝ𝕠𝕒𝕕 -ᴇʟᴛᴏɴ ᴊᴏʜɴ

𝟝𝟘𝟝 -ᴀʀᴄᴛɪᴄ ᴍᴏɴᴋᴇʏꜱ

ℕ𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 -ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴀʀᴇ ᴏᴄᴄᴀꜱɪᴏɴꜱ

ℂ𝕙𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕞𝕒𝕤 𝕂𝕚𝕕𝕤 -ʀᴏᴀʀ

𝕊𝕜𝕪𝕗𝕒𝕝𝕝 -ᴀᴅᴇʟᴇ

𝕀 𝔹𝕖𝕥 𝕠𝕟 𝕃𝕠𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔻𝕠𝕘𝕤 -ᴍɪᴛꜱᴋɪ

𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕤 -ɢʀɪᴍᴇꜱ

𝕋𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕠𝕠 -ʟᴏʀᴇᴇɴ

𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣, 𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 -ꜱʜᴀᴋɪʀᴀ

𝕋𝕨𝕠 𝕠𝕗 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕤 -ꜱᴛᴀᴄᴇʏ Q

𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℕ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕎𝕖 𝕄𝕖𝕥 -ʟᴏʀᴅ ʜᴜʀᴏɴ

𝔹𝕠𝕜𝕦 𝕟𝕠 𝕊𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕠𝕦 (𝕄𝕪 𝕎𝕒𝕣) -ꜱʜɪɴꜱᴇɪ ᴋᴀᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇᴄʜᴀɴ

𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝔾𝕚𝕣𝕝 𝕎𝕒𝕝𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 (ℝ𝕖𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕖) -ʜᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄᴀʟ

𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕟 -ᴛᴀʏʟᴏʀ ꜱᴡɪꜰᴛ

𝕄𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔻𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕝 -ꜱᴏᴀᴘ&ꜱᴋɪɴ

ℝ𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕔 ℍ𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕔𝕚𝕕𝕖 -ᴅ4ᴠᴅ

ℝ𝕦𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕌𝕡 𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕥 ℍ𝕚𝕝𝕝 (𝔸 𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕎𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝔾𝕠𝕕) -ᴋᴀᴛᴇ ʙᴜꜱʜ

𝕌𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕋𝕣𝕖𝕖 -ꜱɪᴍ

𝕐𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕃𝕠𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕄𝕖 -ᴛᴀʏʟᴏʀ ꜱᴡɪꜰᴛ

𝕃𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕠𝕟 𝕐𝕠𝕦 -ʟᴘ

𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℝ𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 -ꜱɪᴍ

𝕃𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕎𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕒 ℍ𝕠𝕠𝕜 -ʀɪᴄᴋʏ ᴍᴏɴᴛɢᴏᴍᴇʀʏ

𝔸𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕝𝕤 𝕃𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕐𝕠𝕦 -ᴍɪʟᴇʏ ᴄʏʀᴜꜱ

𝔸𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕝 𝔹𝕪 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕎𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 -ꜱɪᴀ

𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕟 -ʀɪᴄʜʏ ᴍɪᴛᴄʜ & ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴀʟ ᴍɪɴᴇʀꜱ

𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝔹𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝔸𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝔾𝕚𝕣𝕝 -ᴍɪᴛꜱᴋɪ

𝕋𝕖𝕜 𝕀𝕥 -ᴄᴀꜰᴜɴÉ

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[humblequestvinyl]

the view between villages

THE VIEW BETWEEN VILLAGES, FISHER BROTHERS X SISTER!READER

APART OF THE ‘WE’LL ALL BE HERE FOREVER’ SERIES

SUMMARY: after the death of her mother, the youngest fisher takes a drive away from the chaos, leaving her back in cousin’s, where for the first time in six weeks, everything’s still.

inspired by the view between villages by noah kahan.

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lowercase intentional! wc: 1.5k

warnings: swearing, cancer, death of a loved one,grief, really really bad eating habits (please be cautious!) mentions of insomnia (?), breakdown, the summer i turned pretty spoilers!!!!! 

a/n: noah kahan’s deluxe album of stick season came out and here we are.psa, i’m declaring cousins is in MA lol & im projecting some of my grief into here as well so pls enjoy!!

GRABBING HER KEYS OFF OF THE SIDE OF HER BEDROOM TABLE,

y/n fisher snuck down the stairs of her house, with the only sound echoing off the walls were her keys jingling as she made her way out, and the door locking behind her.

as she made her way out, she saw her car sitting in the same spot it had been for the past six days.

slowly opening the door to the 98 mustang, y/n got in, before turning the key, and the opening notes to marjorie by taylor swift had started to play. quickly shutting off her radio, the girl took in a shaky breath, trying to keep her composure until she got to her destination.

deciding to hit shuffle on her playlist, y/n gripped the wheel hard before putting the car in reverse, and backing out of her driveway in cambridge massachusetts.

it would take her an hour to get to where she needed to go, but the way she was going, it would take less than that. she was determined to get there as fast as she could, and as quickly as she could away from the house she used to call home.

six weeks, 4 days, and 25 minutes since she last had her mother here. 1,104 hours since she didn’t feel numbness, since she didn’t have blinding rage that turned her into a person she despised. 

46 days since the glue that held her family together came unstuck, and it all fell apart.

ever since susannah fisher had died, the youngest fisher hadn’t been the same.

grief had made her shut down, bursting at the seams with seething rage. the fisher that was known as the kindest girl in cambridge had become inconsolable, angry and resentful towards everyone around her.

she had shut out everyone who tried to get in. her best friend, belly and steven who had tried to call right after susannah had passed, and both of her brothers no matter how hard they both tried.

she was on her own, and it was her own doing. y/n knew it, her best friend grace knew it, hell- her own father who she barely acknowledged knew it.

y/n had always heard that grief changed people, it turned them into people that had been hiding deep down, under anger, sadness, resentment and agony. she never once believed it because she had never seen it. too young, too naive, and too joyful to believe that someone could change that fast at the drop of a hat.

she didn’t believe it until she became that person herself.

resentful, depressed, and in so much agony it caused her physical pain.

y/n could feel the same pain filling her as she cross the sagamore bridge, and soon enough, she was pulling into the same driveway she had left less than a year ago, except back then she had her mother right by her side, in the passenger seat as they drove back home.

exiting the car, she saw the house known as ‘beck’s house’ the same way the fisher’s had left it the summer before. with the flowers they had planted now shriveled up and dead, describing the way y/n felt.

she grabbed the blanket she always kept in the back of the car before making her way down towards the beach, with the sun barely above the horizon. purple, pink and blue painted the sky as the 16 year old wrapped herself tightly in the blanket, reminding her of her mother.

y/n couldn’t escape it. everywhere she went she saw her mother. the starbucks they would stop at everyday her freshman year, the bakery they went to every friday, and even driving the car that was once her mom’s.

everywhere she went, y/n saw susannah fisher.

it made her angry. it made her absolutely furious that everyone else could go on with their lives, with both of their parents and their families happy and joyful. it made her furious that she wouldn’t have her mom there to give her tips on how to do her makeup, to see her off to college, and she wouldn’t be able to have her mom see her in a white gown, walking down the isle as she got married.

everyone else but y/n fisher would be able to experience that.

hot angry tears started to roll down y/n’s fiery cheeks that were filled with rage, and her fists balled up, her short nails digging into her skin as she tried to watch the sunrise, but she couldn’t.

the longer she sat there, the angrier she got, before she finally ripped off her blanket, and stood up.

she looked towards the flower bed her mother always kept towards the beach, with decorative rocks holding them down, before grabbing as many as she could and tossing them into the ocean one at a time, each representing the innocence, and opportunities she had lost.

y/n watched as they sunk into the ocean, representing the sinking feeling she couldn’t get rid of no matter how hard she tried, until her hands were empty, but the agony she felt was still there.

and no matter how hard the youngest fisher tried, it continued to rise until she couldn’t take it anymore.

a scream erupted from her lips as she heard footsteps quickly approaching her, but she refused to see who it was. y/n hands shook as she searched the sand for more rocks, or even sea-shells until she found one, and chucked it as hard as she could into the ocean.

the h/c girl stopped in her position as conrad stood in front of her, stopping her from searching for more things to throw. she could see jeremiah right on the side of conrad, and the concern on their faces scared her.

it was at that moment, she felt the bottle that held all of her grief, shattered.

the hot angry tears turned into agonizing sobs, ones she couldn’t hold off any longer. for the first time since her mothers death, y/n had broke.

she felt conrad's arms wrap around her as her sobs became louder and louder, and jeremiah soon joined in, both fisher boys not realizing how bad y/n had been. grief had slowly been consuming her, and neither of them had seen it.

they both knew she hadn’t been sleeping, and the only thing they ever saw her eating or drinking was the starbucks drink she always had in her hand. the entire family was so wrapped up in their grief, they never saw how bad everyone actually was.

the fisher siblings stood there for a long time, before y/n’s tears had become silent, and y/n and conrad sat there, watching the ocean as jeremiah had run to grab the three’s breakfast from the front porch.

“how long have you been this angry?”conrad questioned as he looked over at the girl, finally taking notice of how bad she looked. she had purple bags under her eyes, and had lost so much weight that to conrad, his little sister had almost become unrecognizable. 

“almost two months.”y/n whispered as jeremiah had come back, with two starbucks bags in his hands for the fisher siblings. conrad stared at the girl as jer gave everyone their items, and y/n took a drink of her refresher, trying to avoid her brothers looks.

“why didn’t you say anything?”jer asked softly, watching as his baby sisters hands shook, and she kept silent for a few moments before finally speaking up.

“sometimes in my mind, the best thing to do is to bottle everything up and wait until i shatter.”the h/c girl explained, sniffing before she took another sip of her drink, “plus i’m not the only one grieving, you two have been as well and i didn’t want to put that on you.”

the fisher brothers shared a look, now knowing how bad things had really gotten for the girl without them realizing it. “when was the last time you slept or ate?”conrad questioned, and y/n shrugged, not really knowing how to answer the question that was presented in front of her.

“i usually try to sleep during the day. everything keeps me up at night.”she whispered, before jeremiah hugged her from the side, leaving the three siblings in silence, except for the waves crashing against the shoreline.

the fisher siblings were back in cousin’s, and everything had stilled. 

[the-star-knight]

Tales Of A Star

Tales Of A Star

Summary: A retelling of the show through Star’s eyes

Star is young teenager, daughter to one of the Queen's handmaiden and the royal stable keeper, when the long lost princess has soon to be held coronation, she comes across a magical stone. Unknowingly of how this is her destiny, she soon finds out that this gem turns her world on its head, giving her a sword, armor, and a duty she must carry: protecting the Kingdom of Corona.

Chapter 12 - Beyond Corona Walls (Part 1)

Word Count: 2,291

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It's been almost a week since we departed from Corona. The past week has been quite exhausting, to say the least. All thanks to Rapunzel, we were sidetracked a couple of times. I couldn’t blame her for it, she was having the time of her life. I would join too if I were in the mood. For the last couple of days, I've been trying to adjust to life on the road. 

It's honestly a big shake-up from life in Corona.

“Next stop: Vardaros!” Hookfoot yelled.

“City of fun and games!” Lance also sprung up from the trapdoor on top of the roof of the caravan.

“I am so glad we brought those two along,” Cass said sarcastically. She was the driver of the caravan, sitting in the front alongside me while holding the reins.

“Ah, come on, Cass! Vardaros is an amazing city! You’re gonna have fun. Which I’m guessing is a new thing for you!” Eugene joked.

I snorted. It was kind of funny. 

“Come on Pascal! It’s our first big city outside of Corona. You heard him, Cass, this is gonna be fun!” Rapunzel beamed. “Vardaros, here we come!” 

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“Not that you shouldn't trust the endorsement of three lifetime criminals, Raps, but maybe you should trust me too,” Cassandra said. “I’m just making sure we don’t lose sight of what we’re doing out here.” 

“I know. Believe me, Cass,” Rapunzel pulled out a torn piece of a scroll.  “I feel like whatever is waiting for us at the end of this road, is only part of why we’re out here.”

She rolled up the torn scroll and put it safely in her bag. 

I always wondered what the drawings on the scroll meant. There was the drawing of the sunflower that had healing powers and a drawing of the sun, but it also seemed there was something else. Perhaps we will find those missing pieces on this journey. 

I began to second-guess my choice of leaving Corona. The thought enters my head every so often. Now, I’m officially a knight of Corona. I have a duty to protect the kingdom, and what’s the first thing I do as a knight? Leave, of course. Now I realize how bad my decision looks. Maybe, I should’ve stayed in Corona…

Rapunzel sensed something wasn’t right with me.

“Are you still not gonna wear your new uniform?” Rapunzel asked abruptly, breaking my train of thought.

I shook my head, “No, I just figured I wouldn’t want to draw any attention.”

“Attention?” she blinked.

“Well, yeah, I don’t want to wear something that yells Corona.”

“Pfft! The uniform doesn’t say that!”

I pulled it out from the bag next to me. I unfolded the uniform in front of her and right smack dab in the middle of it had the Corona crest embroidered on it with silver threads on the backside. “Really?”

“Okay, okay, okay, maybe I went a little crazy with the embroidery,” Rapunzel scratched her head, “but I can fix it!”

Rapunzel got up and took the uniform into the caravan.

“That’s not the real reason why you don’t want to wear it, is it?” Cass asked.

I sighed, she was right, “Yeah…”

“Why wouldn’t you want to wear it? That was a gift from the royal family and for you being knighted. Corona hasn’t had a knight in centuries, you know?”

“And I appreciate it, I really do! It’s just that…” 

“Just what?”

I sighed, “It...it doesn’t feel right …Ever since the day I was knighted at the Star Knight, I’ve felt like I didn’t deserve it…”

“Didn’t deserve it? Ha,” Cassandra chuckled. “You defeated Varian.” 

“But, that’s the thing, I didn’t defeat Varian, Rapunzel did…” I inhaled sharply, “He was right, I’m not a hero. I couldn’t even protect myself…I let my friends get hurt because of me...all because I was too weak.”

“Hey,” Cass elbowed me gently, “If anyone deserves to be called a hero, it’s you. What you did out there was brave of you.”

“Thanks,” I said with an emptiness in my voice. As much as Cass and other people around me say it, I don’t believe it.

We eventually stopped so the horses could rest up. 

I stepped out and stretched my body. Sitting in a caravan for hours felt like an eternity. 

As I stretched my legs, I thought I heard something. I looked up and just saw Cass with Fidella the horse. Okay, maybe it was nothing, I thought to myself.

Then I heard it again. This time Cassandra heard it too. We looked at each other basically telling each other we needed to find where that noise was coming from. 

We looked around the area. Cass looked at the caravan and went to the small wooden door that led to the supply compartment. She clicked her tongue and gestured to the door. We got closer and Cass put her finger over her lips, indicating to stay silent.

With one swift movement, she yanked the door open and something fell out.

We yelled and everyone came out wondering what happened, but upon looking at what fell out the fear quickly disappeared and was replaced with a uniform feeling of irritation.

Inside the caravan compartment was Shorty. From what we managed to extract from his story, he must’ve climbed in there when no one was looking because of all the food that was stored there, which he ate all of. So we now don’t have any supplies left.

Eugene suggested he should go into town to get more supplies, but then Rapunzel wanted to volunteer too. I think something was in the air because they were bickering, I guess, about who should head into town, it seemed like they might’ve been talking about something else…

Cass eventually has enough. She put her foot down. “Guys, I can’t take it anymore! Enough! No one is going for a walk! Let’s just take the caravan to town! Together!” 

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We weren’t too far from the city. When we got out, however, it was different from what Lance and Eugene had told us.

“Vardaros, here we co–oh uh!” Lance said excitedly until he saw the city. “Eww.”

It was comparable to a barren wasteland. The once vivid city had been reduced to only a mere shadow of what it was. Broken down buildings, hardly any people there. Heck, I think I saw a tumbleweed pass by.

“Wow, guys you were right!” Cassandra said ironically. “This is great! What do you wanna do first? Get matching face tattoos? Or see if we can get a deal on a rusty hatchet? Oh, I know! Let’s see who can catch the plague first!”

“I don’t understand. What happened?” Eugene scratched his head.

“Come on guys. Maybe it’s not exactly how you remembered it. But that doesn’t mean it’s not a fun-loving city!” Rapunzel was optimistic as always. She approached a teen girl with dark braided hair. “Hello, there. We are new in town. My name’s—”

“Get lost,” she responded abrasively. 

Okay, wow, rude. 

“Maybe you should hold off on the introductions. Something tells me if word got out that actual royalty was in town we could be in trouble.” Cass warns her. 

Eugene butted in. “You know I hate saying this but she’s right. Let’s keep a lower profile, princess. We’ll get the supplies, you guys get the caravan back up to camp. The last thing you need is for someone to recognize you.”

Rapunzel looked like she wanted to argue back but didn’t. She went back to the caravan.

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I decided to stay with the princess and Cassandra back at the campsite. I wasn’t really interested in staying back in Vardaros, from the looks of it, it didn’t have much to offer. 

Rapunzel sat at the edge of the caravan painting in her journal. Cass leaned on the caravan as she sharpened her sword with a rock that she found on the way here. I tried to make myself look busy but I just swung my legs in the air, sitting at the other edge of the caravan. 

I fibbed. I wasn’t sure what I was gonna do. I could write a letter to my family, but it’s only been a week and nothing big has happened. If the rest of the trip was going to be like this then I guess my letters wouldn’t be too fun to read about.

Reading! Of course! Ugh, how could I forget that I brought books with me on this journey—

“He asked you to marry him again, huh?” Cassandra’s voice interrupted my train of thought. 

Rapunzel, startled, closed her journal.

“Wait, what do you mean ‘marry you’ again? ” I squeaked out. “When was the first time?”

“Remember the coronation ceremony?” 

“Oh, yeah! I almost forgot! My mom told me about that.” 

Cass turns her attention back to Rapunzel and scoffs. “Come on! I know you guys well enough by now!”

“I-I guess he maybe asked me…” Rapunzel’s voice sounded unsure, which didn’t happen often. Usually, she was very sure of herself. 

“Well, what did you maybe say?”

“I didn’t say anything. And I’m not sure why,” Rapunzel sighed.

We heard someone clear their throat before cutting in saying, “Oh, I can tell you why.”

That voice didn’t sound like anyone we knew. We looked behind the caravan and a woman was leaning back against the caravan, eating an apple. She was quite tall. She had white hair. Half of her face was painted red. Her clothes were interesting…they sort of resembled the clothes of the women of Ingvarr. I wonder if she is from Ingvarr, she seems like one of the warrior ladies from Ingvarr. 

”You got bigger things lying ahead of you,” she said as she took a bite from her apple. “Greetings.”

“I’m sorry. Who are you exactly?” Rapunzel asked.

“Oh, right, sorry! Princess Rapunzel, my name is Adira.”

“And what do you want, Adira?” Cass abrasively. She became more protective of Rapunzel.

“A word with Rapunzel alone. If you don't mind.”

Adira approaches Rapunzel, however, Cass immediately stops her by putting her hand on her shoulder. “Not gonna happen.”

“Just a second, Cass,” Rapunzel says. “Let’s hear her out.”

“Okay, I gotta be honest. I know we just met but, uh, I’m not a big fan of people touching me,” Adira looked down at Cassandra’s hand on her shoulder. 

“And I’m not a fan of people who lurk in the shadows,” Cass replied.

I sensed that this was escalating too quickly.

“Okay, last chance to do this the nice way,” Adira grabs Cassandra’s arm by her wrist.

“And where’s the fun in that?” Cass smiled. 

“Cass, no! Wait.” Rapunzel yelled, trying to stop them from going further, but it was too late. Adira grabs her arm and spins Cass around and launches her several feet from her. 

“Hey, I don’t know who you are,” Rapunzel yelled. “But you do not get to do that to my best friend!” Then, she charged toward her with a pan. 

“Alright then.”

It didn't take too long for her to disable Rapunzel. She ended up wrapped up in her hair.

Then, there was me. 

I hate how I sensed it was my turn to fight. I felt my heart race at the thought of fighting Adira. She is probably triple my size. 

My necklace sensed how nervous I was and glowed. In a millisecond, I was in my full armor and sword in hand.

“Hm, that’s strange. Never seen that before,” she said in response to my transformation, which is pretty nonchalant compared to the other reactions in my experience. 

I gripped the sword’s end, er…whatever it is called, tighter. I got into a stance (not even sure if it is correct).  There, I realized that the last time I transformed into my armor was back in, well, Old Corona. 

“Oh, please, I’m not going to fight a child,” Adira said.

“What! I’m not a child!” I protested. “I’m going to be sixteen!” I gripped my sword with both hands and pointed toward her.

“She can’t even hold a sword properly!” Adira criticized my swordsmanship. 

I lunged and, of course, she dodged it.

All three of us were trying to get a hit off her but no one was even close to even scratching her. Three people!

“You guys aren’t even trying,” Adira said. Rapunzel threw her pan at Adira but she caught it in mid-air. “Oh, wait, you are,” she said unamusingly. 

“That’s it!”  Cassandra jumps up and slashes toward Adira, but, what seemed on instinct, she turns, avoiding her sword. Her hands clasped behind her back. With her leg and her hands still clasped, she managed to knock Cassandra’s sword from her hands and knock Cass off her feet. 

She smiled at her and gave Cass her hand. 

“Enough!” Rapunzel wraps her hair around Adira’s hand.

“Yeah, see. I thought we covered this.” Adira grabs her sword from her back.  “I don’t like being touched!”

She lashed down her sword at Rapunzel’s hair, but it only tugged from the force. The hair was uncut. 

“It didn’t cut?” Adira was shocked. 

“It didn’t break?” Rapunzel was equally surprised at Adira’s sword. “It must be made of—”

 “Princess! Cass!” We heard a panicked voice from a distance. 

It was Hookfoot, coming out of breath. 

“Are you ok?” Rapunzel asked. 

“I see you have your hands full.” Adira let go of her hair. “I’ll seek you later.” With that, she left. 

Rapunzel turns her attention back to Hookfoot.  

“I fought as hard as I could and barely got out alive,” he said out of breath. 

“Wait, wait, fight? Fought who?” Rapunzel began to worry. “Where’s Eugene?”

“I’m so sorry…they took him.”

[heiznx]

PRINCESS ARRIVAL — II

∗༝*◦✦ song and dance competition with neige leblanche.

BEFORE READING, this contains light swearing, implication of unrequited love, manipulation, slight yandere behavior, book 5 spoilers, and all that goes along with it.

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“Neige broke the school rules for what?”

It was a rumor that spread around Royal Sword Academy, merely a few days before the cultural fair known as Song and Dance Competition where Neige and the seven dwarves would be participating in.

Neige, the overly kind actor, suddenly—according to the rumors—rebelled against the rules of the academy by using a broom during practice for the cultural fair to fly outside the academy to save Night Raven College’s students.

It was not unusual for him to break the school rules since there were incidents where he would help other students and unknowingly go against the rules for them; he would apologize and everything would be in the past.

“I heard they had the fight on camera,” a student whispered, referring to a floating camera paparazzis set up to capture any little information about the artist. “But it was deleted world-wide…”

“Dear merciful seven, Ortho, thank you so much!” you exclaimed as you felt your heart stop racing, your face going near the floating screen, seeing the complete progress of deletion of a certain video. “I was about to start crying.”

“Yeah, Vil drilled on us for a long time…” Deuce responded and Epel nodded beside you. “We owe you one, Ortho.”

“You did promise to help my brother grind on his account so he can focus on preparing for his presentation,” the humanoid said, pointing at you, who nodded profusely with gratitude. “Brother said he’d even hack into the gadgets of those who still have the video if you do well.”

Epel had gotten extremely upset at one point that he left the scene, while he was walking, Deuce borrowed a blastcycle from an Ignihyde student and picked up Epel to drive him somewhere, and out of concern, you tagged along.

Who was supposed to know that there would be thugs there? Your instinct was to call someone close and famous—Neige LeBlanche—but you didn’t also know that he was popular to the point of being stalked whenever he’s outside the campus’ protection.

“You got the most earful, prefect,” Deuce sighed. “Who knew he would ask you on a date after that and it was caught on camera?”

“He just wanted to have a few hours of my time after the competition, it’s not a date,” you said, acting like you did not spend the hours overthinking what he wanted from you. “Perhaps a tour at the academy.”

Epel grimaced, “He’ll only be coming over at Night Raven College once, he doesn’t need to be toured around.”

“And you didn’t really owe him anything,” Deuce said. “I think I developed my unique magic and I planned on using it, if he didn’t arrive, I would’ve knocked ‘em out so we can escape still!”

“I’m a third year and I was the most useless of all,” you muttered, groaning internally as Ortho moved to pat your back gently, but the coldness of the materials used on his palm seeped through your clothes and it made you uncomfortable. “Thanks, Ortho…”

“Still, I think Vil-san is grateful that you didn’t let us act… violent,” Epel said even though he hated the thought of not being able to do anything during that situation and let Deuce take almost everything.

“Yo! Break time’s done, Vil’s calling everyone to go back to practice.”

“Oh, thank you again, Ortho. I’ll come by your dorm after practice so I can start grinding.”

“Nice to meet you and bye, Ortho!”

“Is something wrong, Rook?”

“I wish I was you.”

“What?”

“Moi?”

On the day of the fair, you had to stop your racing heart and mind from trying to distract you from what the fair artist would want to give you, because you had to put your focus on Trey and Riddle was trying to explain to you.

Riddle had you pause for a moment since you commented that you liked the way his tie was tied, prompting him to attempt to do it on your collar and you felt a little happy—happily distracted from what Neige wanted to ask from you.

“We’ve got a lot of visitors from Royal Sword Academy this year,” Trey said and you nodded, your chin hitting Riddle’s hand, prompting him to destroy the ribbon he was making and you sent an apologetic gaze.

“I’ll try to look around too, I’ll try selling my ticket—”

“The others would be sad to know that ‘ya weren't there, ya’know?”

“I’ve been with you all for two months,” you said in your defense, but a part of you was curious about the contestants. “The campus is filled with hot headed students, had it not been for Leona, I would’ve gotten bullied for the nth time, and most students actually dislike Royal Sword—”

— W H A M !

“Hey, punk. You’ve got snot all over my uniform. You’re not even gonna apologize?”

“I said I was sorry… Achoo!”

“Ewww! He sent more snot flyin’ our way!”

“By accent, you’d know it’s a NRC student,” you mumbled as RIddle stopped trying to tie your tie since he had to check on the incident. “Oh… Is that…?”

“Snick! Here, blow your nose.”

“Dominic!” you called as Riddle released you so you can head over to the dwarves. “How are you all here—”

“[name]-san,” the short gray-haired dwarf said, looking surprised, but he had to look away to apologize to the Night Raven College students Snicked bumped into. “I’m sorry about that. I’ll pay the cleaning bill for your uniforms.”

“You bet you will,” A student said and then at you. “Would ‘ya look at here—”

“Yes?” Riddle steps in, looking a little irked at the possibility of physical altercations happening on the campus on the very first day of the fair. “The culture fair has barely opened its doors, and picking fights is not a choice here.”

“Tsk.”

“How basic…” you muttered as you watched the students walk away upon being busted by the prefect of Heartslabyul. “Your reputation really goes around, Riddle… but are you guys okay, Dominic?”

“Thanks for the help,” Dominic says as he smiles at you, Grim, and the Heartslabyul students beside you. “As you can see…”

“Yeah, whatever, I coulda taken those guys with or without your help,” a pinkish haired dwarf grumbled, looking and most likely feeling ungrateful.

“Grum! Must you do this every time?” Dominic asked, his tone a little scolding as you felt a little uncomfortable with the slight bratty attitude from Grum. “Neige won’t be happy to hear you’re talking like that to [name]-san.”

“[name]—” Grum stuttered as you blinked, confused.

“Oh…!” Snick said, his voice sounding a little muffled.

“By the way, why are you all here?” you asked as Trey watched from behind. “This is far from the purple stage… or the lockers for the people involved in the competition.”

“Oh, yes, have you seen four other dwarves?” Dominic asked and Riddle shaked his head.

“I’m afraid not, would you like me to have the broadcast club page them?”

“I can help look,” you volunteered just before you felt a presence by your head that caused shivers up your spine.

“Oh, how ameowzing, to meet the talk of Royal Sword Academy~”

Grim purred quite loudly before exclaiming, “A floating severed head!”

“Che’nya…” you muttered as a hand went up to your forehead.

“Che’nya!?” the Heartslabyul prefect and vice exclaimed.

“Heh heh heh, is he a human? Is he a cat? He’s a mysterious and magical fellow,” the half-cat creature said with a grin. “Artemiy Artemiyevich Pinker! Thaaat’s me!”

“Artemiy, have you seen the rest of the dwarves?” you asked before you remembered his words. “What do you mean I’m the talk of your school?”

“Surely you’ve known,” Dominic says, wanting to explain, but his friends were missing. “Long story short, the video. Che’nya could explain.”

“Oh no…” you muttered, wanting to hide your face from the world and you looked down to do just that, but you noticed your disarrayed tie. “Oh, Riddle, could you…?”

Your focus flew quickly as Chenya said, “If you’re on the purrowl for your friends, I saw ‘em go that way and around the corner.”

“Thanks a bunch, if you’ll excuse us, [name] and NIght Raven College students,” Dominic said as you waved, smiling as Riddle moved to fix your tie, and Dominic’s smile fell a little, so did the other dwarves.

“Is something wrong?” you muttered.

“See ya around!” Aritemy bid the dwarves on their way. “Furtionately, the video was taken down.”

“Nice to see you, Che’nya,” Riddle says, pausing on your tie first. “I appreciate you reaching out to me, and I apologize for neglecting to get back to you.”

“About the video…?” Trey asked.

“As Aritemy said, fortunately, I had it taken down by Ortho,” you said as Riddle finished up quickly on your tie and you paused, getting a little distracted. “Oh, I’m coquette.”

You didn’t mean it seriously. Che’nya continued, “Y’know NRC students got in a fight near our school? They were recorded and Neige dropped by to save them and it ended with Neige asking [name] on a da—”

“It was a misunderstanding,” you cut in before you felt like you were rude for doing so. “I’m sorry Aritemy, I don’t mean to be rude, but everyone—this is just justification at this point—but everyone has been calling it a date.”

“A date?” Trey asked as Riddle’s eyes only widened a little. “But you said the video was taken down? For your privacy, [name], that’s good news. And for us, mind if we catch up later instead?”

“Certainly! I’ll get outta your hair!”

“And Che’nya, don’t use your signature spell to spook any other visitors, okay?”

“No promises~”

“[name] doesn’t really stick out,” Grum muttered as he walked with the others to the dressing room, his hand being held by another dwarf to avoid getting lost. “They seem bland for Neige.”

“You met…?” a cheerful dwarf asked, eyes gleaming. “Oh! I wish I hadn’t gotten lost!”

“Grum, had it not been for [name]-san, we would’ve engaged in a fight,” Dominic said as he led the group of dwarves to the dressing room. “What Neige saw in [name]-san is not our business, and [name]-san is incredibly nice.”

“You saw [name]?”

“Oh, Neige!” Snick chimed before looking away to sneeze again, prompting Dominic to sigh and hand him a handkerchief. “They helped us earlier!”

“Do you remember where they were?” Neige asked, helping Snick wipe his nose but promptly pulled away to look outside the dressing room for [name]’s presence. “I…”

A dark feeling washed over him; it felt unfair for them to be able to see you first before he did when he arrived first to the dressing room, expecting you to be near Night Raven College’s side on the team.

It felt so unfair. He was the one who missed you the most, he thought. His rosy lips pressed on each other softly then he’d bite on a tiny part of his bottom lip as he looked for you outside the stage.

“Neige?” Dominic asked, concerned over his friend’s well-being.

Neige had been over the moon ever since he ‘saved’ you from those thugs even if you were with other people; he was a fan to the flames of rumors about him asking you on a date because he liked the thought of it.

The dwarves, but Dominic and Grum, were extremely supportive about it too. 

There’s a few Night Raven College students nearby and they were talking, some of them looked happy to receive the attention of the reporters and some of them are getting nervous about it.

There’s a ginger who was a little nervous yet tried to make a rational decision, and the main of the team, Vil Schoeheit—Neige hasn’t met him in a while—but that must be your team, he could find you through them.

“[name]!” Neige chimed.

“Where!?”

The dwarves, but Dominic and Grum, were insanely curious.

“Neige…” the actor said as Neige cuts in the middle of the talk of their team with a smile and wave towards the members, but ultimately going to you.

“Oh, Neige,” you smiled politely, but you were not comfortable with him walking up to you and focusing on you, especially after that one viral video. “It’s nice to see you.”

“It’s been forever!” he smiled, more than you did, without a care in the world, unlike you. “I should’ve told you to wait for me in the gate, you haven’t been responding to me, you promised me your time—”

“So that’s Neige LeBlanche…” Ace muttered. “No wonder he’s a household name, even the way he walks and talks is perfectly choreographed.”

“He’s not giving off the intense aura Vil has…” Kalim whispers.

“His smile is entirely unlike Vil’s. It is unaffected, like a tiny flower blooming—it’s different! Oui! The cameras better take this in all angles! And first-name basis!?”

“Hmph, the more innocuous someone looks, the worse they’re likely to act behind the scenes,” Jamil huffs, crossing his arms. “That’s how entertainers are.”

“Do you have any room to talk there?” Grim whispered before he frowned when Neige took your hand. “I don’t like this! Why is he all up on [name]!?”

“Oooh, I mean ‘ya can’t expect Grim to know, he doesn’t really have a phone,” Epel says, sighing. “Or [name] limits you to screentime?”

“—I missed you!” Neige exclaims after the long speech about what he should’ve said and done so you and him would meet sooner. “While we’re here we should have others take our picture—”

“Excuse me, Night Raven College entrants! It’s time for your rehearsal. Please stand by!”

“I really… really appreciate your words, Neige,” you whisper, not wanting anyone to know what you were telling him. “It’s quite hard to miss you when you occupy my mind a lot, you know?”

You wanted to let him down a little, and not tell him he occupied most of your time during practice due to his constant texts, that you couldn’t say to tone it down, and as for your lack of responses, it was because you put it on silent mode for Riddle and Trey.

Neige froze and your arm flinched ever so slightly when his grip on your hand tightened. He stuttered, “Me—me too! To you…!”

“If you’ll excuse our manager, Neige,” Vil cuts in and places a hand on your shoulder, gently. “We need them for the rehearsal.”

“Oh, right, sorry, Neige,” you say, embarrassed since you took a bit too long in trying to shoo Neige away for the rehearsal. “Perhaps later.”

“Later—okay!” the artist accepted it so quickly and he nodded. “I’m looking forward to your performance!”

The first years were confident, but you, Vil, and possibly Rook would know that the team had been outplayed by the performance of Royal Sword Academy, whose performance was not in synchronized. 

It was a different type of charisma, and you didn’t wish that Neige would lose but you didn’t want your team to lose either, especially not when Vil’s sanity thread was thinning.

“Vil…?” you whispered as you walked with the model, trying to catch up, but scared to hold his arm. “Vil.”

It’s not that you and him were strangers, it was just that his vibe felt different—unapproachable—and you wanted to know why without further triggering the seemingly trance he was in.

Vil paused in front of someone’s dressing room, but turned to you, who was confused. To him, he was confused about you, he discreetly confided in you, and he knew you picked up on the depth of his dislike towards Neige but you still got involved with him.

“You should go back,” he said, a bottle of juice in his hand and you couldn’t shake the feeling of something being wrong with the bottle he was holding.

“Of course, but…” you said, trying to make up with an excuse on the spot without telling Vil straight up that you felt like you currently couldn’t trust him to be alone. “Neige was kind of… calling me over.”

It was a lie. Neige did want to talk to you, but there’s no specified date and time. 

Your heart pounded as Vil right now felt dangerous for you, every bit of him felt off for you, and it wasn’t the same as when you found him intimidating when you two first met and started talking.

“I see, so you’re with Neige too,” the actor muttered and now you tried to get close, but the door to the dressing room opened on its own and you paused.

“Oh, Vi,” Neige’s head peeked out of the door, his gaze going to Vil and then to you, his eyes brightened visibly, much to Vil’s dismay. “Oh! [name]-san…! It’s good to see you again—do you want to come in?”

“Ah…” you muttered and you smiled a little, albeit awkwardly as you glanced at Vil to check and then at the ominous bottle. “Of cour—”

“We didn’t get much of a chance to talk before rehearsals,” Vil cuts in and you swore you saw Neige flinch back a little when the actor covered your frame. “I was hoping we might chat a bit more.”

“Oh, of course,” Neige said as he stepped out of the dressing room. “I was thinking the same thing, why don’t you two come in—”

“Vil, the rest might be looking for us,” you said, hoping to convince Vil to drop what he might be planning as you gently pinched his sleeve, not wanting to cause a fold. “Even if there’s time—”

As soon as you touched Vil’s sleeve, Neige’s hand clasped around your wrist, and he didn’t seem to mind, he just smiled at you, adding up to your burdens since you felt like something was awfully wrong and Neige wasn’t helping.

“It’s okay! You can stay,” Neige said, trying to convince you and Vil, but mostly Vil since you seem to be following the actor around. “Dominic and the others aren’t around, they can’t really sit still so they’re at the booths. We have a lot of time to talk and I… I have something for you.”

You did not know what to say, because you needed to get Vil away from Neige as soon as you could, not only for Neige’s safety, but also for Vil; you can’t wreck your brain how else you could take Vil away when Neige was clinging.

It was not that you didn’t appreciate that the artist was so open to your presence and would always make you feel welcomed, but the situation was quite dire and having Vil approach Neige right after their performance felt so wrong.

“Speaking of something, I have something for you, Neige,” Vil says, holding you by the other arm causing you to look at Vil with concern. “I brought you some apple juice. I’ve been quite taken with this brand recently.”

“Oh! The one you posted about in Magicam!” Neige says, but his eyes were quick to look at the bottle since his eyes immediately went down on Vil’s hand on your arm. “I’ve been waiting to try it… thank you.”

“I—I’ll hold it,” you cut in but you can’t take the bottle when Neige’s hand is tightly on your arm and Vil has the other. “Since Neige and I will talk anyways…”

You looked over at Neige, hoping he would catch on your words and take you away; the glint in his eyes told you he did and the way he moved to wrap his hands on your arm seemed like he was going to take you away.

You were so wrong. He took the bottle and said, “Ah! Yes, we’re going to talk! Are you thirsty, [name]? Do you mind if we share the drink?”

All that was on Neige’s mind was an indirect kiss that happened in movies that he starred in, long filmings that he was in, and he was not the main character of those movies, but he watched people do it.

He watched people get giddy over it and didn’t understand it until now. He wanted to have your lips on his even if it comes from items, even better if it came directly from the source: you.

Your face nearly displayed a horrified expression upon his words, because his words meant you’d have to drink it first and the drink was the item you were most suspicious about.

“I…” you gulped.

You didn’t want Vil to find out you might’ve caught up to what he might be doing, and you didn’t want Neige to know what Vil was doing, because as far as you know they both knew each other and Neige genuinely liked Vil.

This was what you get for looking at both sides. You became the sacrifice and you didn’t know if you minded or not, because you cared less about what happened to you, more on the consequences.

“Should I drink first?” Neige asked. “But I…”

To Neige’s point of view, if he drinks first, you might avoid the place where he drank at and he would miss the opportunity to drink again if you chug the entire drink, he’s not sure if you would or wouldn’t, but he didn’t want to miss the chance.

You took too long and Vil might get suspicious. You grabbed the uncapped drink, much to Vil’s surprise that he released your hand as you said, “No, it’s okay, I can take it first…”

When you saw Vil surprised, it was the validation you needed that your instincts were correct and that something was wrong.

There were small traces of mist coming out; if it were a cold drink, you’d assume it was from the coldness, but the drink was quite lukewarm.

You’ve witnessed Vil’s unique magic, you learned that he can put any rules or conditions that he can’t even reverse, and you weren’t sure what the condition of the drink was, but there you were, placing the rim on your bottom lip.

“Henchman!”

Grim suddenly jumped on your arm and caused the bottle to fall down because you didn’t want to drink it in the first place, and at the same time, you see Rook and Kalim on their way.

You held Grim properly in your arms before you grabbed Neige by the arm, wrapping your arm over his and then you led him away so he wouldn’t see the drink bubbling on the ground.

Your heart was at your ears, you can’t let Neige find out about Vil, because if it goes public, Vil’s reputation would die—you felt incredibly stressed and Grim was stimulating you more by shoving his paws on your chin and asking what was going on.

It was such a huge difference compared to Neige, who happily clung to your arm with his head on your shoulders, speechless by how you apparently ‘whisked’ him away like that, and you only snapped out of your trance when Jamil waved you over.

“Excuse me, you’re Neige LeBlanche, yes?” Jamil asked and Neige was even hesitant to open his eyes to look at him because he was comfortable on your shoulder. “I’m such a huge fan! I can’t believe I met you in person—and [name]... is this your… lover?”

Your jaw dropped at Jamil’s words as Grim exclaimed, “MYAH—”

“Oh! It’s not like that, but I appreciate your—”

Neige only wanted to look Jamil in the eyes in order to memorize his features since he was a Night Raven College student and seemingly your friend, but he was easily hypnotized by Jamil and you rubbed your forehead.

“Thanks for the save,” you whispered. “I’ll gaslight him later.”

A lot of things happened and Neige still couldn’t even read the room, you hesitate, wondering if it was right to keep such a person on your side, even Kalim could read the room better than Neige could.

You let out a breath as Jamil ordered Neige to sing and dance away from the entire coliseum; you have no idea where Neige would go, but hopefully, it would be far away from the purple stage—and you hoped he would leave quickly since the skies started to darken as a symbol Vil was overblotting.

When others waited for Vil to wake up, you had to sit and try not to think too much because of the constant happenings all within one hour; it didn’t feel right to blame Neige.

It didn’t feel right to blame Neige for the castings of the movies, and that he was always chosen as a hero when Vil was always chosen as a villain and was compared to how Neige presents himself.

You couldn’t help but think that Neige was ignorant, and at the same time, you also thought about the possibilities Neige went through as a person and artist with all that ignorance and naivety. 

And what’s up with Neige? He has no danger sensors, but Vil was a good actor so it could be quite impossible to know he had malicious intentions and you only knew because you were with him before the incident.

“Should I be happy I got you thinking?” Vil asked. “Did you know what the condition was?”

He was being supported by Rook and the other dancers were trying to figure out how to fix the colosseum; Vil was not exactly happy, he remembered the way the drink’s rim was in your mouth and had it not been for Grim, who knew what could happen to you?

You shake your head and that didn’t make Vil feel any better—not that he ever will be since you still nearly drank it.

“I thought it was fine,” you muttered, sighing. “Rook would’ve done the same.”

“You would?”

“Oui, I would want to believe in you, the you who strives harder and reaches for greater heights than any other. I don’t want you to besmirch yourself by doing anything foolish.”

“I just happen to feel the same,” you muttered, even though you hesitated. “I don’t want your reputation to be ruined, Vil. I’ll carry your poison to my grave.”

“You’ve barely been here for a year,” Vil said and you’re reminded by your supposed home in a world different from where you currently sat. “I wouldn’t have forgiven myself.”

“I would, if it helps,” you laughed a little, unable to handle the serious moment, especially when the tension was crushing you a little. “I’d forgive you, Vil, I really… believe you are a kind person.”

In a moment of vulnerability, Vil’s chest clenched; he didn’t know you well, only knowing you from a few lessons in class because of you being a third year, but you do catch his attention on a few occasions.

Occasions such as you being knowledgeable in skin care, or the you that one time offered to give his face a massage while he stayed at Ramshackles; occasions that send his heart fluttering.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” a horned person stood nearby and you looked over. “I thought I’d arrive a bit early, and what do I find but a stage laid to waste?”

“Oh, Hornton…” you muttered, a little embarrassed like you’ve been caught even if you had done nothing but bare your feelings to both Rook and Vil. “There’s still two hours before the competition opens.”

“Hornton…!?”

“Oh, hey! So you’re the Hornton guy that wanders around Ramsheckle’s gardens late at night,” Grim said, earning the attention of the first and second years as if the third years weren’t already surprised by you. “I heard about you from [name], you really do have horns growin’ outta your head! Myah hah hah—MRAH!”

“Grim, are you nuts!?” Deuce whispered his hiss as he held Grim to his chest with a hand on his mouth. “Y-you can’t just talk to an upperclassman that way!”

“Roi des Dragons, how did you get into the coliseum?” Rook asked, earning a huff from the person.

“I was invited, by the child of man living in Ramshackle Dorm. I have my invitation right here.”

“I don’t think it’s that…” you said as you got up and dusted your bum. “The venue still has that mist, but for some reason you’re unscathed? Isn’t it the poison mist from Vil’s unique magic?”

“I suppose there was some sort of cantrip up when I came in,” the man said. “But no curse, no matter how powerful, will work on me.”

“I see you’ve taken advantage of [name]’s ignorance,” Vil said as he huffed.” Malleus Draconia.”

“Oh dang…” you muttered, remembering the times you heard his name but never saw him during the Spelldrive tournament because of the flying disk that went to your head.

THIS IS HEIZNX, DAMN I LOST MY CHANCE TO PUT MANIPULATIVE NEIGE AGAJFJFHJFG BECAUSE VDC TOOK SO GODDAMN LONG. but anyways… i’m not too proud of it but i want to just post whatever i write since i have no job and i’m waiting for college to start. Original title was pretty please and it inspired me so bad but goddamn :((

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The Astral Express crew,also known as the Trailblazers

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armies/sleepers: newly debuted 'tae lookalike' posts selcas & some army’s reactions are kinda..??

tldr: newly debuted boygroup member posts pics on twt, bc he looks like tae armies find it & start being weird af in the replies n qrts..🤕

ouu they gone get me..

so this guy is kwonhyeop from the bg waker. he was in pd101 and debuted 2 weeks ago, but was already getting attention predebut for looking like tae:

then he posted these pics:

and armies found it, but the reactions it got are so??🤥 why are we talking abt this man like he isnt a real person who sees these things..??

some people clocked it but the damage has been done, theyre about to ratio the poor guy🤕

☆ my opinion

well lets not lie and say they dont look similar. once you look at him long enough the differences become clearer, but at certain angles and when u see him for the first time, the resemblance is def strong. but that does NAWT excuse all this bullshit.. the military comments are so silly when u think about why and how bts are enlisting like they literally insisted on going when they couldve been exempted at any time of day. “tae really needs an exemption from the military” girl LMFAO the man wants to serve so let him. tae would fight this man to be where hes at rn so can yall please stop w these tired, ran thru, unfunny jokes that not even bts would chuckle at.. nobody but u & ur corny followers are giggling like plz let it rest.

but back to the guy, u can tell that’s just his face, however he or his company may be styling his hair/eye makeup to look more like tae. hes their debut mv thumbnail & seems to be the fotg.. i dont put anything past these small companies & u can lowkey see this strategy is working, bc their followers have gone up since yesterday. some armies desperately missing V oppa😣💔 may actually tune into him bc of this. & good for him, i'm sure he's a great guy, i just hope it’s his choice if he’s being marketed this way..

if it is a marketing tactic then this kind of reaction should've been expected. but im still kinda baffled at why some armies are acting like this is a bad thing bc.. why are yall demonizing & harassing people who are showing your fav’s impact?? if u were an idol who kinda looked like such a successful person in the same field, why wouldnt u capitalize off it..?? especially in such an appearance oriented industry, he’s kinda real for that. these reactions just show they dont view him as an actual person like this is not something to get evil over🤥 theyre acting like he said fuck taehyung and his momma in that tweet i SWEAR its not that srs. tae is fine, this man is fine, everyone's fine lets be calm

anyways their debut album is pretty good ! tune in here :

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