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aeori-o · 10 months ago

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Happy New Year! 2/3 (Tumblr Why)

So apparently tumblr won't let me do a lot of images in one post and instead of reducing the amount of images I'll be using like a sane person I am making multiple posts. Cheers!

Part 1 || Part 3

Back to video games!

I love the steam recaps, both mine and looking at all my friends’ but I’ll just post mine here.

I don’t even remember playing Dishonored this year. I still have the weird desire to 100% it even though I only have the challenge-mode stuff left and of those I only have four left. I’m so freaking close. But I also haven’t touched the game in close to a year. Argh.

That spider-graph underestimates my ability to turn any game into a stealth game. I’m not sure what the game from this year was that’s counting as 3% I think Plate Up! was released last year and I’m doubting Destiny 2 counts even if it is an ongoing game so I assume that must be for the Touchstarved Demo. I do kind of wonder if I’ll ever have a high percentage for new releases just because it takes me forever to get to anything. Releases from the last 1-7 years was 11%, and releases from longer ago was 86% but that will be because I played a lot of short games from the 90’s and 00’s.

Just like my reading my gaming dropped off during the summer. It’s so hard to make time for things how do people do it. I find a physical hobby to do and it just consumes all of my time and energy and brain power.

There’s all the games. I didn’t count anything I spent a very small amount of time on in my personal count. Things like the HE activity packs or mini-games where I played for 5, maybe 10, minutes and stopped. Shockingly mini-games meant to entertain six year olds in the 90’s are not very compelling to a 30 year old in 2023 (though some were very graphically/artistically impressive which was more fascinating and engaging than the mini-games themselves). The actual point-and-click games all hold up surprisingly well. There’s some things that are a little aggravating like Freddi fish’s friend, Luther, makes just the worst jokes. I think so far I’ve been liking Pajama Sam and Putt-Putt the best. We’re done Spy Fox now and I think we still have a few Putt-Putt games left and one or two Freddi Fish games and Pajama Sam games.

I had the farm Buzzy game growing up (which is so strange seeing as I lived on a farm, why did my parents get me that) but not any others and the airport one is wild, genuinely very educational and it’s impressive how much stuff they crammed in there. We haven’t played any recently, though. Also all of Steam’s tags are liars, I did not first play these games in 2023, I first played all these HE games in like, 1998 or something, on an old machine I can still picture in my mind but have no way to look up. I don’t even remember what make it was.

(I asked my dad, because he used to take pictures of everything growing up, but shockingly he appears to have primarily taken photos of me and my sister doing things and not just pictures of random objects around the house. Strange. He did say it was probably a custom computer that had been built for his company so we even went through old company photos but, again, no photos of just people at their desks or their desk set-ups. Through this process I realized the computer I’m currently using is my third desktop, ever. Maybe that’s not that wild but for a device I use almost every day of my life it feels weird for it to “only” be the third one. In my lifetime there’s, so far, been 5 generations of playstations so I feel like I’m doing pretty good on the turnover rate for desktop computers. Here’s a doodle of what I think my first desktop computer looked like:

I can remember the overall shape of it but the details are foggy now. Its name was PC 11, though, because that’s what it was called at his workplace. The real kicker is I probably used to have a photo of it, but I lost all my old photos when my back-up drive gave out on me and I, foolishly, only had my photos on my back-up drive because my computer didn’t have room for them. I’m going to see if my sister, who is younger than me, somehow, magically, has any photos of this thing. Anyway back to video games.)

Donut County was an absolute delight. I think that’s the only other game on there I haven’t talked about at all and it was just a really good time. Cute story and very satisfying gameplay, I had a great time playing it.

We also revisited a series Steph and I played in or just after Highschool which was really fun to revisit with friends.

The Chzo series stands up surprisingly well. I don’t think I’d recommend them for a newcomer but for something I played forever ago (I don’t think I ever beat the series but I know I played the first two) I’m surprised at how well it held up and it was fun to re-experience with friends. There’s some very questionable plot elements and some unfortunate word choices which is why I won’t recommend them but it’s super impressive that one guy just… made these. It’s genuinely very cool and impressive.

Sony is apparently also doing a year in review or “wrap up” this year for the first time ever, I was kind of hoping it would include PS3 data somehow. It didn’t. So this is all I get:

I do really like the graphics they have on everything, too bad my poor PS4 was basically neglected so those graphics are wasted on my dismal play-stats.

They just look really nice. I do think it’s interesting that Sony’s approach to this outright feels a little more cynical and like it rolled out of the marketing department than other wrap-ups. They throw in a little “look at all these cool games you could be playing with playstation plus” and then of course…

Did you know?? You can buy a PS5?? Did you know?? Come buy one. :)

Anyway.

That’s about all I played this year, so I can move on.

To my other hobbies, of which I have about seventeen billion. As I mentioned last year: I was really into reshelling stuff until I ran out of stuff to reshell. So I did reshell one controller this year. One of my Switch procontrollers I wasn’t super happy with, so I changed it to look like the joycons I did for my step-brother and I’m much happier with it:

I also got a bunch of cute thumbgrips for all my modern Nintendo controllers. I’ve never liked add-on thumb grips much but for whatever reason I don’t find the current generation of Nintendo controllers to have comfortable analogue sticks so having cute pads is elevating my Nintendo experience both aesthetically and physically.

And then I realized people sell shells for Gameboys so decided to do the GBAs from my childhood (I don’t know how I wound up with two, and one was my sister’s):

The hinges were so hard to get back in right, different guides said to do different things and they were all wrong. Luckily I had six hinges to get there on so by the time I got to the one with the nicest screen I had it figured out but the Pikachu one has squishy unsatisfying hinges now (and the hinges are so hard to get back out I’m not going to bother fixing it). And some of the batteries were getting puffy so I replaced them (which was maybe silly since these aren’t going to be played often but oh well).

I really love the aesthetics of a clear-case on a GBA. There is just SO much crammed in there it really tickles my brain. Any motherboard looks pretty dense but these are particularly dense in a way that looks visually distinct than even something like the 3DS (picture further down) because there’s so little real estate for them to get everything in there. I know people really like clear cases in general (and I am also a fan) but it hits extra good on something like this where there is just so much to see.

I have continued repairing people’s Nintendo Switches from fans to joycon drift. I still like fixing things whenever I can (I just fixed a kettle a few days ago which I fully did not expect to be able to fix) and one of the major things that needed fixing this year was CurseBreaker, the computer I built at the end of 2020.

My poor computer. Toward the end of 2022 I wanted to try a liquid cooler (which they call an AIO) instead of the stock fan, there was literally no reason to do this except for the thrill of it (AMD’s stock coolers are very good, or at least mine was) and CPUs were on major sale at the time so I figured if I’m messing around I might as well update my CPU, too. About a month later my computer started crashing randomly. Completely randomly, and it wouldn’t fully crash it would kind of “hang” in a really strange way. I could sometimes open programs but task manager would boot but not operate properly, internet connectivity vanished, random programs would freeze, trying to shut down or restart the computer would just have it pinwheel on the shutdown screen forever. Usually I could save whatever I was working on before restarting and sometimes whatever I saved would corrupt. (It also refused to load the windows colour profile on boot, but it still won’t do that, so that is unrelated but I thought it was something at the time.)

I eventually got to the point where I could usually make it crash by watching twitch (specifically twitch did it) while using photoshop. But it wouldn’t trigger right away, and sometimes it wouldn’t trigger at all, but it did it much more often with the twitch and photoshop combo than with anything else. I started writing every time it messed up on a notepad and everything I tried to do to troubleshoot. I was in Reliability History every day (a feature of Windows I did not previously know existed), I was in Event Viewer (a very stressful place to go looking in, Windows can and will consider everything an ‘error’: it considers firefox being my default browser an error and I am not kidding). My computer could Not tell me what the heck was up. The crashing started earlier but by the time I realized it was an ongoing problem and not a few weird crashes it was mid-January so I used Reliability History to see the previous two weeks and started writing my notes, I made a timeline, I even tracked the time between crashes in case it was some bizarre clock thing or ticking time bomb (it wasn’t).

My headphone ear pads broke during this and I had to sew them back together because my headphones are weird and suck and don’t have replacements available to buy. Obviously that wasn’t directly related to my computer’s problems but it didn’t help me feel any less cursed since I use those headphones exclusively with my computer. I also expanded my storage during this time which maybe wasn’t the best idea but someone wanted me to try Destiny 2 and I didn’t have space to spare (the storage installed fine, but almost immediately after I had a bunch of crashes/hangs). And then one of my computer case’s USB ports broke???

How??? How!! I am SO careful. I do not understand how or why this happened and I have been around computers my entire life—this is the only time I have EVER seen a USB port break like this. None of the computers in my highschool had broken USB ports! And people jammed USBs in and out of those! This USB port is still broken, I just have a dust plug in it but I might put a sticker over it. It’s technically usable if you bend that pin back out but it gets crammed back in very easily.

Finally, after four months of this, after partially re-installing Windows, and then fully re-installing Windows, after downloading and updating every driver I could find, after trying to unplug various devices to see if a USB device was causing issues, after fighting with Task Scheduler to get the Windows Color System to work, after uninstalling and reinstalling everything I could or straight up uninstalling things I didn’t need that Windows quietly downloads when you’re not looking (Skype just will not leave my machine Windows keeps dragging it back)… I decided to update the BIOS/UEFI on my machine. My CPU was supposed to be compatible with the BIOS version my motherboard was running but I guess it wasn’t actually.

The thing with updating your BIOS is that if your computer has been running for a while it’s generally recommended you don’t update it. Every page you go to, even the page with the motherboard update versions, will tell you to turn back, to not frivolously update your motherboard, you should only update it if you absolutely have to!

They are not clear on what “absolutely having to” means, though. I was having major computer issues, my CPU was supposed to be compatible, but that was the only other thing I could think of that would be causing the issue. I had tried everything else because all the BIOS stuff warns you away from it and there is no list of “if your computer is doing this it might be the motherboard” or at least I couldn’t find one that isn’t vague. So.

On April 24th I updated my BIOS. It was really easy. I have not had a problem since. There is probably a lesson to be learned here about doing the hard, risky-seeming thing earlier in the process—except that they really warn you off of updating the BIOS. I had four months of very stressful and insanity-making troubleshooting, five-and-a-bit months of a computer that would just randomly give up. It sucked. And all because my motherboard company lied, my CPU was definitely not as compatible as they said it was. Despite how much this process sucked I am very pleased that I fixed it. CurseBreaker got CurseBroken. I still put a sticker on her that says she’s cursed, though.

Anyway.

I also learned how to bind books this year! I haven’t done the big-book bindings where you need to sew pages together (and I would like to learn how to do that and how to make hard covers) but I’ve done this simple kind and I really like it. I have ideas for other things I’d like to make into little personal books. I guess I’ll see where it takes me but I made the little yellow book there as a companion piece to a book my sister had me read and it looked so official that when she opened the present she didn’t understand what she was looking at. Graphic design is my passion. Surprisingly easy to do and very fun! I need a better paper slicer, though. I borrowed one for this and it did more ripping than cutting. Most of the hobbies I take on are very satisfying in a tangible way but this is extra satisfying and I’d like to do more of it.

Through the power of friendship I made two booknooks this year (Vin and Steph helped me). The one on the right was more like a puzzle or ikea furniture where it was all clearly labelled and told you where to put what and when. It took the better part of an afternoon but got done in one day. The one on the left was more like building a diorama with little to no real instruction, just a lot of material.

It took several days to assemble and required busting out the hot glue gun. Somehow the makers of this kit expected you to be able to glue plastic pieces and mirrors with white glue. (It definitely worked better than expected on some things but was a mess and meant having to sit there holding pieces together while they cured because if you let go it’d fall apart. The hot glue was necessary to not go insane.) It even makes you put together the wiring yourself, and then has the audacity to not make it clear anywhere what kind of batteries it takes. Overall super happy with how this one came together, I think it looks super cute, but I was not prepared for how hard it would be after the first one.

But now I have two cute little booknooks! I’ve wanted one for years and now I have two and because we built them I also have good memories directly associated with them.

I also finally have a paper koi lantern! I’ve been following the artist, yuumei, since I was a kid—like I followed her when I still used deviantart which was forever ago. I signed up for the mailing list for these who-knows-when and at some point I assumed this project would never reach completion despite how cool it is. People get busy, it is how it is. But then she launched a kickstarter! I backed! And then a kit showed up in the mail!

There’s a really great tutorial video to go with it for assembly. It was really hard at first but once you kind of figure it out it gets a lot easier. The paper is the most gorgeous paper I’ve seen in my life and she looks beautiful when she’s all lit up.

This one feels so weird to finally have. I think I was following the project for at least a decade so it feels surreal for it to be a real thing now. This thing I wanted as a kid/teen that didn’t exist and now does and I still wanted it. It’s also really nice to see that this fully came together for the artist, as well. If you’re interested she has pricing and product photos on her website here (click): Yuumei Art: Koi Lanterns.

And Tumblr is cross with me with the amount of images I want to put in these so I will be making part 3 presently. I'll set up links when I'm done.

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jasperygrace · 2 years ago

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January 2023 Mid Monthly Report

Hello hello, everyone!

It’s been a while—how have you all been? Life’s been pretty busy for me recently. I’m in my third year of college now and I’m starting to feel the pressure. It’s a bit scary if I’m being honest. Time has never been on my side, an experience I’m sure many creatives can relate to, and these last few years have flown by. Some days it feels as if I’m being dragged along behind it, hitting every rock and piece of debris in my path.

Perhaps I’m being existential, but it’s something I came to realize during my hiatus. Life is short, and there is so much I want to do with my existence. So I have the same resolution this year as I did last: to do something bigger and better. What that something is, I don’t know yet. But I hope you’ll join me in seeing it realized.

Anyway, I’ve expositioned long enough. You’re probably curious as to what I’ve been up to since I’ve been gone. Well—you’re in for a treat!

If you’re interested in my work, consider checking out the Masterlist or my Artstation.

So without further ado let’s begin!

~~Project Progress~~

Sharing the Tale

On the Tumblr side of things, I’ve decided that I want to be more open and share my writing more this year. In the past, I would only share snippets I’ve written if I had been tagged in something. Otherwise, the only time I shared progress was through my Mid Monthly Reports.

This year, I want to break out of my shell and put myself out there as best I can. My first plan of action is to share weekly snippets—with how much I’ve written, it’s a shame not to share it with you all, so I hope this will create more interest in Project : Desert.

Secondly, I’ve developed the bad habit of hiding my art behind my MMRs—despite being an artblr, you’d think I’d never make art! So now, unless I’m unveiling something big (like you shall see in a bit ;^)), I’ll be posting my art more freely. So expect sketches! Expect doodles! Expect the ramblings of a madman!

Thirdly, I want to do more with the Youtube channel I created last year. Since I’ve been busy with moving and school, it was hard to create content for it. But now that I’ve lightened my workload, I hope I can start posting there again. So I hope you’ll look forward to that :^)

Art Nouveau Series

Those who may follow my Artstation might know I got a little bit of art done during my hiatus.

So it is with great pleasure to finally show you the finished Art Nouveau series for Project : Desert. Enjoy!

A heart so full of love that you’ll bleed for the dregs. You know how your story ends, but you won’t stop to rewrite it.

So small was the pup born from soot and mud. Time will move on without you, but it is finally time to forgive yourself.

Remember what you’ve seen here, my dear. Though you walk with them as support, you may be the last who will remember them.

You’ve done all you can to protect your liege, now let him grow without you. And take heed, you still have your part to play.

Draft 2

If you remember from my Hiatus post back in September, I was working on Draft 2 of Project : Desert as part of a semester project for one of my classes. Well, I have made huge progress so far! Before the end of 2022, I was able to finish the Pre-Log and Act 1; now I am currently working on Act 2!

So with this in mind, here’s the general schedule I’ll be working with for the remainder of Draft 2:

By the end of February, I hope to have Act 2 completed and some of the accompanying storyboards done.

By end of April, Act 3 should be completed with most of the book’s storyboards done.

During the month of May, I plan on editing and finishing the remaining storyboards. I will also start looking for beta readers during this time.

By June, I hope to have Draft 2 ready for betas to read.

With Pro:Des being at its halfway mark now, I suppose I should discuss what the plans are for the project. As of writing this, I plan to release Pro:Des late 2024, and should my university allow it, publish it as my Honors Capstone. This hard deadline gives the project the urgency I need to get it completed. For now, I just have to make sure I reach my current goals before I start thinking too far into the future.

So in the meantime, I’ll keep doing my thing, and I hope you’ll continue supporting me in the process.

Oh, I nearly forgot!

I wrote all of this still referring to the project as Project : Desert. I’m excited to tell you all that I’ve finally come up with an actual name for it!

I’ve decided to call it:

An Immortal Laid to Rest

~~Goals~~

January Goals:

Complete up to Chapter 22 by February 18th (16/25 total)

Work on new storyboards for Chpt 3, 5, & 7 by February 15th

Create concept art for Clotho and Lachesis (must complete Clotho before Chpt 7 storyboard)

Create a new video for Youtube Channel before next MMR

Post weekly snippets every Friday

Make a WIP intro post (not urgent)

That’s all I have this month—it feels good to be back writing this. I really missed the MMRs.

Thank you for all the support you guys have given me these last few years. I know I’m just a small blog on this side of the internet, but it’s really thanks to y’all that I even have the motivation to keep going with this.

So as always, thanks for reading and I hope you’ll support me in my future endeavors!

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hedge-n-seek · 1 month ago

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᯽ Hello! ᯽

A catchall name you can use for me is Hedge, op, or you can use the name of whoever’s tagging under a post to indicate who’s posting, since I think a few ppl in our system might post some? Generally They/Them or He/Him is ok, but don’t be afraid to ask! Current poster tags include, but may be added to; #🦇Val.Posts ᯽ #🦋Jenth.Posts ᯽ #🪶Dove.Posts ᯽ #🦈Filter.Posts ᯽ and a general tag # 📺Hedge.Posts if anyone doesn’t want to specify.

We won’t interact with our main, as we aren’t open about being a system there. We’ll interact with this account where we can though! :]

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We keep our regression pretty private, but it’s still fun to post and make art and talk to people about things we’re interested in! I’ll usually edit or doodle or something similar, but I also write sometimes. Generally I won’t post while small, but might reply to people if I know you well enough. Because of that, we might not be posting all the time, even if you see us reblogging things! It’s probably not us ignoring you, we’re just not in the space to talk at that moment. Also, Tonetags are super appreciated! They’re not required, but they’re still nice to use. I also have a hard time typing sometimes, though I try making sure what I write is legible. Feel free to let me know if you need something rewritten so it’s easier for you

On this blog, you’ll probably see a LOT of Vast Error content, as well as other Homestuck and fanworks stuff. I might Minecraft post occasionally, talk about s4m, Adventure Time, and whatever other shows I’m interested at the time! Some shows might have content not suitable for kids, but none of that content will ever be posted on here. Please let me know if you need me to tag any specific media or thing, and I will! Things like bugs, a show, etc. I will not cw food.

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There’s no guarantee I’ll get to it in a timely manner, but my requests are open unless my askbox says otherwise! Just send em in. I’ll do stimboards, moodboards, panel edits, and maybe small doodles? I might do mini fic requests too, but only if I feel motivated at that moment, those aren’t a guarantee.

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lessthanpure · 2 years ago

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Evandria and Certak Chapter 2

Summary: Getting to know each other.

Tags: modern royalty, werewolves, A/B/O dynamics, forced marriage, slow burn (as slow as i’m capable of writing anyway)

No warnings in this chapter but they will come.

Wordcount: 3203

18+ only

Rating: Explicit (well, not really, but the fic will be porny so that's why)

ao3 link

The two weeks are boring . But Skylar learns some small things about Kyle, almost accidentally. She learns that he loves to read, especially mysteries, and can get engrossed in a book for hours and forget to do anything else. So she puts food in front of him when it comes and he barely takes his eyes off the page to eat.

Kyle also likes to watch her play Minecraft because he sucks at it. He watches her kill enemies with ease and build complicated redstone contraptions, asking question after question. She answers them all patiently and shows him tutorials that she learned from and gives him tips and tricks she’s picked up over the years.

Then Skylar sees him pick up a paper and pencil and ‘doodle.’ It turns out gorgeous, swirling patterns that fill up the page in the outline of a person. She compliments it and he turns bright red. But he does draw more for her, showing her the ‘good’ drawings he saved on his phone. He always finds some fault or other in them. “Kyle, no one is ever harder on you than you,” Skylar says when he’s ripping apart his own piece. “No one can see your vision in your head, and so when they see it they don’t know where it exactly lines up,” she points out.

Skylar is nervous but reads him some of her poetry. Kyle listens, enraptured. He compliments the way she can ‘weave words’ and make him think about things from a different angle. Her own face must be bright red when he finishes. She also reads him some of her short stories and he laughs at the right parts and gasps at others.

“You could publish,” Kyle exclaims. “People would go nuts for it.”

“If I ever did, I would use a pen name,” Skylar shrugs. “I don’t want someone to pick it up just because a high lord’s daughter wrote it.”

“Your work would stand on its own,” he promises. She smiles.

At the end of the two weeks, they leave the room. They go to the informal dining room and have breakfast together. Royal Advisor Raymond walks in and smirks at them. He inhales deeply and his smirk gets even more predatory.

“Hi, Kyle,” Royal Advisor Raymond says, sitting across from his cousin. “How was your honeymoon,” he asks, folding his hands on the table. Skylar feels her face heat up.

“Fine, Ray,” Kyle says, glaring at him.

“I’m glad.” The Royal Advisor looks at Skylar. “And how did you like the two weeks you were alone with your husband,” he asks.

“Very much, Royal Advisor Raymond.”

“Call me Ray. After all, we’re family now.”

“Ray,” she repeats.

“I’m glad you two enjoyed yourselves,” Ray smiles and stands. “Now if you’ll excuse me,” he says. He walks away.

Kyle watches Ray leave, gut tightening. Skylar doesn’t notice and keeps eating.

Ray is smug as he walks. Kyle hadn’t claimed Skylar. This should be fun. He secures an audience with his King and approaches him. Ray stands with his hands behind his back and spine straight. “What is it, Ray,” King Rowland asks.

“I just came back from breakfast with Crown Prince Kyle and his new bride, Your Majesty.”

“And that is of interest to me why?”

“Because she hasn’t been claimed.”

King Rowland stills and Ray watches, barely suppressing his smirk, as his eyes grow thunderous. “Are you sure?”

“Quite, Your Highness.”

“I’ll summon them at once. Thank you for the information, Ray.” Ray bows his head. He waits to be dismissed. “Ray,” his King says, pensive.

“Yes, sire?”

“I don’t think that Lady Skylar and my son are the best match,” he admits. Ray’s mind starts to work.

“Of course they aren’t, Your Highness. A Crown Prince and the youngest daughter of a high lord are hardly equal.”

“My thinking exactly, Ray.” King Rowland steeples his fingers and thinks. “But this alliance is important,” he muses. “And I hardly want Lady Skylar to be wed to a Second Prince- she isn’t a match even for him.” King Rowland sighs deeply.

“Permission to speak freely, sire,” Ray asks.

“Permission granted.”

“What if I were to wed her,” Ray asks. King Rowland looks at him, thinking.

“Go on.”

“The Royal Advisor is a suitable choice,” Ray continues, keeping his expression and voice earnest and helpful instead of lustful. “High enough not to be seen as an insult, but not directly connected to the royal family. That would free both Princes to wed people more…appropriate,” he offers.

King Rowland tilts his chin up slightly, examining Ray. “Do you have any ideas on how to get Lady Skylar away from my son?”

“Not currently,” Ray says. “But there are ways to do it, if she remains unclaimed.”

“You think my son would willingly hand her over,” King Rowland asks, eyebrow raised.

“There must be some reason he didn’t claim her. Perhaps if you discovered why, it would make it easier.”

King Rowland hums. “You’ve given me a great deal to think about, Ray. You may go.”

Ray bows and turns on his heel, leaving the room. Ray smirks as soon as he’s out.

King Rowland takes some time alone to think. Ray makes excellent points- he’s the Royal Advisor for a reason, after all. He’s counseled his King well over the years. And King Rowland trusts him to provide the same sound advice to his son once he is gone.

King Rowland rubs his chin. Lady Skylar wedded to Ray? That’s an interesting idea. If they can manage it, it would be a fine choice. As Ray pointed out, he’s high-ranking yet not directly royalty. If he’s right and Kyle hasn’t claimed Lady Skylar yet, it would make it easier. Perhaps his son isn’t interested in her. And why would he be? She’s the youngest daughter of a mere high lord. She hasn’t had the proper upbringing to be able to match him in the slightest. Kyle is most likely bored, especially after two weeks. After all, if he hasn’t claimed her yet there’s a slim chance he will in the future. And King Rowland isn’t blind- he can see the girl is beautiful. Long brown hair, lightly tanned skin, warm almost-honey colored eyes, a full figure. He sends a guard to fetch the hopefully-not-happily wedded couple.

“Crown Prince Kyle,” a guard says.

“Yes,” Kyle turns. He and Skylar had finished eating and were just talking.

“King Rowland desires to speak with you and your wife.”

“Of course,” Kyle nods. He stands and Skylar follows him. She’s nervous. Why would Kyle’s father want to see her?

They’re led to the visiting council room. The guard posted outside knocks. The door is opened and Kyle and Skylar walk through. The door is shut behind them.

“Father,” Kyle says, approaching where his father is seated at one of the chairs at the round table. Skylar follows him.

“Kyle. I trust that you enjoyed these past couple weeks with your new bride,” King Rowland says. Skylar’s face heats up even more than when Ray had said it.

“I have.”

“Good. Lady Skylar? Did you enjoy yourself?”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

“Excellent. Lady Skylar, you may go. Kyle, a private word,” King Rowland says. Kyle nods and Skylar bows- she isn’t wearing a skirt- before she leaves.

Skylar checks the time and goes to where Kim likes to go between her duties- the garden. She finds her friend sitting on the grass under an oak, face turned towards the sun. “Kim,” Skylar calls.

“Hey, Sky,” Kim grins. Skylar sits next to her and sighs. “What’s up?”

“Kyle’s with his dad,” Skylar explains. “And I needed someone to talk to.”

“What’s wrong,” Kim asks gently.

“I don’t know,” Skylar sighs. “Everyone that isn’t a Beta we’ve spoken to seems to want to know what Kyle and I did the past couple weeks,” she blushes.

“Ugh. I’m glad I’m a Beta. From what you’ve told me, there’s too much knowing going on. Being able to smell when my parents bone? No thanks,” Kim snorts.

Skylar laughs. “Yeah, that takes some getting used to. Smelling emotions is weird,” she shrugs. “Knowing when someone’s angry or turned on sucks. Useful at times, but still sucks.”

Kyle looks at his father, who looks pensive. “Kyle,” King Rowland says. “Is there a reason you haven’t claimed Lady Skylar?”

“Father,” Kyle protests. “That’s personal.”

“If there’s an issue, I can help.”

“There’s no issue. Thank you for your concern.”

“But you haven’t claimed her, correct?”

“Correct,” Kyle says. It’s no use lying- the nose knows.

“Why not? Is it because she’s beneath your station?”

“No,” Kyle says. “Father, I don’t want to talk about this,” he admits.

“Kyle, you know how important this alliance is for us,” King Rowland says. “If you don’t claim her soon, King Windham might get offended.”

“There’s no offense intended.”

“I understand that. But King Windham might not.”

Kyle sighs. “I never wanted this,” Kyle says quietly.

“The marriage?”

“Yes.”

“There’s still time. I can figure something out,” King Rowland assures him.

“No thank you, Father. I’ll stay with Skylar. I’ll get used to it.”

“Alright. But if there’s anything you want to talk about, I’m here.”

“Thank you, Father.”

“You may go.”

Kyle bows and leaves. As he walks back to the informal dining room, he thinks. It’s true- he never wanted this marriage. And neither did Skylar. But if this is what peace means, he’ll do it. After all, his parents have an arranged marriage and they seem happy. Skylar seems kind and he’s sure he’ll grow comfortable with her soon. He takes his phone out of his pocket and sends Skylar a text asking where she is. She replies within five minutes.

He gets a servant to bring him to the gardens. He soon hears women laughing and follows it. Skylar is sitting with Kim and they’re both happy, talking with their hands and nudging each other. He watches for a few seconds. Skylar’s face is relaxed and she has a nice laugh- it’s loud and unapologetic, just like her. It’s not the controlled, polite laughter of the women of other royal families he’s met.

“Oh my God, have you ever gently pushed over a big dog,” Kim asks.

“Of course,” Skylar giggles. “They act so surprised.”

“They seem like they’re thinking ‘whatever has happened to me,’” Kim says in a falsely posh voice. “‘But nay! Perhaps I shall make the best of it.’” Skylar rolls onto her back and clutches her stomach, laughing. “‘I might take a nap. Perhaps I may even get lovely belly scratches! The possibilities are endless!’” Skylar’s laughter turns silent and she smacks at Kim. “Meanwhile little dogs are like ‘Vengeance! Death before dishonor! I shall slay whoever has the audacity to push Muffins, the first of his name!’”

“Oh my God, Kim,” Skylar chokes out before dissolving back into laughter. Kyle smiles. Kim starts to chuckle.

Skylar’s laugh starts to fade and then Kim lunges, getting on top of Skylar and tickling her. Skylar’s laugh comes back full-force as she squirms. “Kim!”

Kyle approaches. “Am I interrupting something,” he asks.

Kim looks over her shoulder and grins at him. She rolls off of Skylar and they’re both now propped up on their elbows, laying back. Skylar is still giggling. Skylar reaches out and taps the grass next to her. “Come sit with us,” she offers, smiling.

“I’ll get grass stains.”

“They wash out. Come on, Kyle!”

Kyle pauses but sits cross-legged in front of Skylar. “You seem like you’re having fun,” he says gently.

“I am,” Skylar smiles. “Kim is hilarious,” she nudges her.

“Oh, stop, you’ll make me blush,” Kim bats her eyelashes.

“How did you two become friends,” Kyle asks. “I mean, a servant and a daughter of a high lord make strange company.”

“Kim and I just grew up with each other. We saw each other for six months straight since we were kids,” Skylar smiles. “We made fast friends.”

“And your parents let you be friends with her,” Kyle asks.

“Why wouldn’t they,” Skylar asks, clearly confused.

“Don’t they think she’s below your station? No offense,” he directs to Kim.

“No,” Skylar shrugs. “They don’t think anyone is ‘below’ us. There’s just people who are different. With different circumstances and lives. I was always told how if I had been born somewhere else, I might have turned out just like them. It doesn’t matter where or to who you’re born,” Skylar says. “What matters is what you do with yourself. And to prioritize kindness above all else.”

“Huh,” Kyle says quietly. “I never thought of it like that.”

“You’re thinking of it like that now,” Skylar smiles. “And me being friends with the staff was never seen as odd. And Kim decided to come work for us at our estate when she was old enough. We got even closer after that.”

“Is she your personal maidservant,” Kyle asks.

“I never use the word ‘servant,’” Skylar shrugs. “It sounds so…demeaning. Like they’re only there to do your bidding,” she rolls her eyes. “‘Staff’ is a lot better.”

“Sorry. Is she your personal, uh, staff member?”

“I guess so,” Skylar says, looking at Kim and thinking. “We spend the most time together, and she helps me with almost everything. She has the room next to mine in our estate.”

“Wait, there’s no separate serv- staff quarters?”

“No. Here in the castle, yes, but the staff at our estate can take any room they want.”

“Wow,” Kyle says, surprised.

“Apparently the staff who come to work for us from other families think it’s a big adjustment,” Skylar laughs.

“I can understand why.”

“But my family and I never believed in separating anyone. It feels like the old segregation shit- ‘separate but equal.’ If it’s separate, it’s certainly not equal.”

Kyle shifts uncomfortably. That makes sense, and the thought that most people who can afford to have servants normally make them live together in a separate part of the home now bothers him.

A phone alarm goes off. “I gotta go back,” Kim says as she turns it off. “Great seeing you, Sky,” she says as she stands, brushing herself off. Skylar stands and helps her with her back.

“Always good,” Skylar says with a smile. The young women hug.

“And it was nice talking to you, too,” Kim smiles at Kyle.

“You too, Kim.”

Kim walks off and Skylar sits back down. Kyle looks at her as she stretches out. He shifts to lay next to her and props himself up on his elbows next to her, on the opposite side Kim was lying on. “So, what did your dad want to talk about,” Skylar asks, looking at him.

“Politics stuff.”

Skylar rolls her eyes and nods. “God, that’s always so boring. I never had to do much of it, but my dad has to. High lords in Evandria are kind of like unofficial Royal Advisors,” she explains. “And King Windham trusts my dad a lot,” she smiles. “So he kind of gets more sway.”

“Maybe that’s why King Windham asked him to let you marry me,” Kyle says.

“Probably,” she shrugs. Her phone makes a soft noise and she rolls slightly towards Kyle to get it out of her back pocket. She hums as she checks it. “Ugh. Politics,” she says, sitting up. Kyle follows her as she stands. “Sorry, I gotta go,” she says.

“Ok.”

“I’ll text you later, give you more of a tour,” Skylar offers.

“That’d be nice,” he smiles.

“Later.”

Skylar walks away. Kyle wanders the gardens. It’s small, probably only about a hundred acres, so it doesn’t take long. He sets off in search of something to do.

Skylar goes to her parents. “What’s up,” she asks.

“Are you alright,” her dad asks.

“With what?”

“Crown Prince Kyle,” her mom clarifies.

“We’re fine. Getting to know each other a bit,” she shrugs. Her mom casts a glance at her dad.

“Did he, uh,” she starts. She leans in. “Claim you,” she whispers.

Skylar’s face burns and she groans. “First Ray, then King Rowland, now you two,” she complains. “I thought I’d avoid it with Betas.”

“Did he force you,” her dad says. His voice sounds calm, but she can hear the anger under it.

“We didn’t have sex at all.”

Her parents stare at her, shocked. “Really,” her mom asks. “Because you can tell us anything, sweetheart.”

“I know, mom. And really. It’s an arranged marriage, it’s not like we know each other,” Skylar shrugs. “Kyle doesn’t seem to want this any more than I do.”

“I’m sorry this happened,” her dad says. She hugs him.

“Not your fault. And it isn’t King Windham’s, either. His daughters are too young. I was the next best thing.” She pulls away and smiles gently at him. “Kyle seems nice,” she says as she steps back. “We’ve been talking a lot. I think I can learn to become friends with him.”

“Honey,” her mom says reluctantly. “You have to be more than friends, otherwise you’ll insult King Rowland.”

“He didn’t seem to mind,” she shrugs. “He asked to talk to us, and he didn’t smell angry or seem offended.”

“That’s good,” her dad’s shoulders relax.

“I haven’t spoken to Queen Rowland yet, but if King Rowland isn’t offended, I’m sure she isn’t either. And if she is, King Rowland will tell her the truth- that Kyle and I have…time,” she admits. “Because it seems like King Rowland loves his son and truly wants what’s best for him,” she smiles. “Which makes him a good man in my book.”

“Ours, too,” her mom smiles, holding her dad’s hand. “Alright, that’s all we wanted to talk about sweetie. Unless you want to talk about something?”

“I’m alright.”

“I can send your dad out,” she offers.

“There’s nothing more to tell you,” Skylar smiles. “I said everything that happened.”

“Good.” Her mom kisses her forehead. “You can go back now.”

“Thanks, mom. Thanks, dad,” she smiles. She leaves and texts Kyle.

‘Done. Where are you?’

She walks towards the center of the castle. ‘I’m in the sunroom,’ Kyle replies. ‘The East one, anyway.’

‘Got it. Be right there.’

Skylar walks there. Kyle is sitting on the couch, his back straight. She sits next to him and relaxes, putting one leg under herself but keeping her shoe off of the cushion. “What do you want to see first,” she asks. “And don’t say the library,” she jokes.

Kyle chuckles. It’s the first time she’s heard him laugh, and it’s a nice one. “Just a basic tour, then.”

Skylar nods and stands up. She leads him around, showing him the various rooms- the five studies, the two rec rooms, the bathrooms in case he needs one, on and on. It takes her two hours to show him everything. “Well, that’s it,” Skylar says. “Sorry it took so long. You’ll make your way around fine soon, I promise,” she smiles. “And if you ever get lost, either send me a picture or ask a staff member, they’ll be more than happy to help.”

“I will. Thank you.”

It’s lunch and they go eat.

#original story #my fics #modern royalty au #alpha beta omega dynamics #a/b/o dynamics #werewolves

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geekfanficwriter · 2 years ago

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Caught Somewhere in Time- Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader Part 4/?

Summary: You end up in the 80s, 20 years earlier than it should be luckily a certain metalhead is about to make your time in the 80s much easier. Words: 2.8k Warnings: Suggestive themes, drug use

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April 12th, 1984

You had hung out with Eddie a few times in the past few weeks. You guys mostly spent your time in his trailer, smoking weed and listening to music. It had been fun. You enjoyed spending time with Eddie and the more time you did, the more you fell for him. There was only one problem. Since that first time you guys had hung out, nothing had happened between the two of you. You wanted it to but every time something nearly did Eddie pulled away from you. You started to think that what had happened the first time was an accident, he was high and acted on instinct. He definitely flirted with you and the two of you cuddled a lot but other than that you felt like he just viewed you as a friend. You liked being his friend but it was hard to spend time with him when all you wanted to do was kiss him. You walked over to Eddie’s trailer and knocked on his door. Steve had just called to let you know he was sick so you were going to ask Eddie for a ride. You heard movement from inside the trailer and the door was thrown open. ‘Oh Hi Mr Munson, is Eddie there?’ You asked Wayne. You had only met Wayne once or twice, but he seemed like a genuinely kind guy who cared about his nephew. ‘Yeah I’ll go get him.’ He said, walking back into the trailer. Soon enough Eddie appeared looking like he had just woken up. ‘You know we have school in half an hour?’ You said, looking at his pyjama pants. ‘That’s plenty of time. Why are you here?’ ‘I need a ride. Steve is sick.’ ‘Give me 5 minutes, you can come in and sit.’ He made a sweeping gesture and you walked into the trailer, sitting down on the couch. Eddie walked through to his room, coming out a few moments later wearing his Hellfire tee and ripped jeans. ‘Are you not going to shower?’ You said making a grossed out face. ‘Nah don’t need it.’ He sat down next to you pulling on his shoes. ‘Eww, don’t come near me. You’re gross.’ You went to move away from him but he wrapped his arms around you. ‘Take that back or you can walk to school.’ ‘No, you smell. Get off me.’ You laugh, pushing him. In truth he didn’t smell that bad, maybe he did need a shower but not too badly. ‘Well looks like you're walking to school.’ He said pulling away from you. ‘No, I’m sorry. Don’t make me walk.’ You pouted. ‘You don’t smell that bad.’ ‘Well, I guess I could still take you but you owe me.’ ‘And what exactly do I owe you?’ ‘Hmm… I think I’ll cash it in later. Now come on let’s get going.’ He stood up and held his hand out for you. You took his hand in yours as he pulled you up off the couch and out towards the car.

The rest of the day until lunch went by fairly quickly. You had found class boring as per usual, it wasn’t that you didn’t like learning but sitting in class for hours straight just didn’t keep your attention so by the time lunch rolled around your arms were covered in small doodles. You walked into the cafeteria and realised you were going to have to sit alone. Jonathan and Nancy were at yearbook during this lunch period and with Steve off, you had no one else to sit with. You looked over at Eddie but you didn’t know any of his friends and you two didn’t really talk during school. ‘Y/N!’ Eddie yelled waving you over. Well, that was that decision made for you. You walked over to his table and went to go sit in the only empty seat at the opposite end of the table from Eddie. ‘Gareth, move.’ Eddie said to the guy sitting on his right. ‘What?’ ‘Get up and give the lady your seat.’ Eddie commanded him. He got up, grumbling under his breath. You sat down next to Eddie and laughed. ‘You didn’t have to do that, you know?’ ‘Couldn’t have you sitting with this group of weirdos without my protection.’ ‘Aww such a gentleman.’ You quipped placing your hand over your heart in a gesture of mock appreciation. ‘Are you going to introduce us to your girlfriend, Munson, or keep flirting?’ One of the guys spoke up. ‘Guys, this is Y/N. Y/N this is the Hellfire Club.’ You noticed that Eddie ignored the girlfriend comment. Why wouldn’t he correct them? You gave a small wave in response. ‘So how did the two of you meet?’ Gareth asked. ‘Y/N lives nearby and has similar interests so we hang out occasionally.’ He shrugged. ‘Speaking of which, Y/N likes DnD so I was thinking she could join in on one of our campaigns sometime soon?’ ‘You play DnD? What class do you play?’ One of the guys asked looking like he didn’t believe a girl could actually play DnD. ‘Oh yeah, I love Dragons and Demons but what’s a class?’ You said, pretending like you had no idea about anything to do with DnD. If he was going to quiz you, you were going to play a game. ‘You don’t know what a class is.’ He laughed. ‘Clearly a big fan of the game.’ ‘Leave her alone, David.’ Eddie spoke, clearly pissed off. ‘What? She clearly lied about knowing anything about DnD.’ ‘I usually play a half-elf assassin as I prefer playing classes that aren’t heavily magic-based, however, I do enjoy playing as a ranger occasionally. And some life advice, if you want women to actually fuck you don’t act like they don’t know shit about nerdy stuff just because you think women can’t like this stuff because the reason they don’t go anywhere near you is because you’re repulsive not because you’re a nerd.’ After finishing you stood up and walked away. You admit you probably overreacted but you had played this game before. You had had a group of friends that you’d played DnD with back in 2001 but it took you a while to find this group because of guys exactly like David back there. ‘Y/N, wait up.’ You heard a voice yell from behind you. You turned around and saw Eddie jogging towards you. ‘You alright?’ ‘Yeah, I’m fine.’ ‘He shouldn’t have done that.’ ‘Eddie, it’s fine. I’m a girl who likes nerdy stuff, I’m used to the whole what happens in panel 5 of page 12 of Superman issue 152.’ ‘Well, I would offer to beat the shit out of him but I’m pretty sure that no punch would hit as hard as what you just said.’ He said flinging his arm around your shoulder. ‘I don’t want to cause any problems with your friends Eddie.’ You knew that if Eddie did anything it would just make everything worse. If he picked some girl over his friends then they would hate you. ‘Hey look at me.’ Eddie grabbed your face and turned it to look at him. ‘You think I want to spend time with a guy who treats women like that?’ ‘You’re squishing my face.’ ‘Right, sorry.’ He said removing his hands from your face and stepping back. ‘But seriously, I won’t let anyone talk to you like that.’ ‘I appreciate that but I don’t need you to protect me.’ ‘I know you don’t. I thought I was going to have to hold you back from punching him.’ ‘Oh please, as if you could hold me back.’ You said, causing Eddie to laugh.

After school you met Eddie at his van and the two of your rode back, chatting about your day. ‘You coming in?’ Eddie asked, pulling up in front of his trailer. ‘Yeah sure. I only spend time with you for the free weed.’ You joked, hopping out and walking towards the trailer. ‘Wow and here I was thinking you enjoyed my company.’ ‘I guess you’re alright.’ He unlocked the trailer and you walked through to his bedroom and flopped down on his bed, pulling off your shoes. Eddie followed behind you grabbing his stash and sitting down next to you. He started rolling a joint and you watched his hands as he did so. ‘I really am sorry about lunch. My friends are assholes but I figure sitting with the freaks was better than sitting alone.’ You rolled over onto your stomach to look at him and smiled. ‘You’re not a freak. Well maybe a little bit, but so am I.’ He had finished rolling the joint and lit it. ‘Oh really? How much of a freak?’ He winked at you. ‘Shut up.’ You grabbed the joint out of his hand and took a drag out of it. ‘Is it always this hot in here?’ You fanned yourself with your empty hand. It wasn’t any warmer than it had been previously but you felt like you were overheating. ‘It’s just cause I’m here.’ ‘Yeah, no. I think it’s your busted AC unit.’ You would offer to hang out at yours but you liked Eddie’s a lot more. It actually felt like a home rather than a place to sleep. Your place was so empty. Just the basics, nothing that made it feel like it was yours whereas Eddie’s was full of personal belongings that embodied his personality. However, you were currently sweating. ‘It’s not that bad. You get used to it.’ ‘Well, right now it’s horrible. Like fuck this.’ You reached down and grabbed the bottom of your shirt, pulling it over your head. You weren’t quite sure what was going through your head but you were just so warm. ‘What are you doing?’ He said covering his eyes. ‘I told you I’m hot. And relax, I’m wearing a bra, everything’s covered.’ You threw your shirt somewhere in the corner, not caring where it went. ‘How stoned are you?’ He laughed. ‘Same as usual.’ ‘Usually, you don’t pull off your shirt.’ ‘Aww come on. You never seen a woman without her shirt on?’ You teased him. Maybe you were acting this way because you were tired of the constant tension between the two of you and just wanted him to make a move. ‘Yes, I have but you’re different.’ At this point, the joint the two of you were sharing was finished and he extinguished it in the ashtray on the table next to his bed. ‘Different how?’ You asked, genuinely curious about what he meant. ‘Just different.’ He shrugged. ‘In a good way.’ He added seeing the frown on your face. You sat in silence for a few moments before you spoke up. ‘I’m going to put on some music.’ You jumped up off the bed and walked over to his stereo, looking through his cassettes. You heard Eddie get up as well and stand directly behind you. ‘Do you have anything more chill? I love this music but I’m not in the mood for something so loud.’ You asked trying to ignore how close he was to you. ‘I think there’s some more over on the desk if you want to have a look.’ You walked over to the desk and started to dig through all the paper littering his desk. You found a couple of cassettes but stopped looking when you felt a pair of hands on your waist. What was he doing? He moved your hair out of the way and leaned forward to kiss your neck. You closed your eyes and leaned back against him, placing your hands over his. You let out a small bone as he sucked at the skin of your neck, definitely leaving a mark. ‘You’re so beautiful.’ He whispered. You opened your eyes, about to turn your head to look at him but then your spotted something on the desk. ‘Oh my god, is that a copy of Hustler?’ You picked the magazine up off the table. ‘Wow, even some fans of Playboy say this shit is perverted.’ You laughed turning around to face him. ‘Oh yeah, cause you seem like a really puritan.’ He smirked at you. ‘Yeah definitely. I think we should prevent teens from seeing any sort of sexual content otherwise they’ll end up killed on a lover’s lane by a man with a hook for a hand-Ah!’ You yelled as Eddie pushed you down on the bed causing you to drop the magazine as you wrapped your arms around his neck for support. ‘I read it for the articles.’ He was hovering over you now, his hands on either side of your head. ‘The articles? Do the articles have massive tits?’ ‘Not as nice as these.’ He said moving one of his hands to fiddle with the cup on your bra. You looked up at him, staring into his big brown eyes. He leant down and stopped just before his lips met yours. ‘Is this okay?’ He whispered as you felt his breath on your face. You nodded slightly and as soon as you did, he pressed his lips to yours, kissing you heavily. You kissed back, tangling your hands into his hair. You couldn’t believe this was happening, you had thought that Eddie just viewed you as a friend but now he was kissing you. He pulled away moving the hand that was still on your chest to your hair, playing with the strands at the front. ‘You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to do that.’ He kissed the edge of your mouth lightly. ‘I think I can guess.’ You pulled yourself up to the pillow, dragging him over and pressing your lips to his. ‘Why didn’t you before?’ ‘Would you believe me if I said I was scared?’ ‘You, Eddie Munson, were scared of me?’ You smiled at him. You couldn’t believe for a second that he was afraid of making a move on you. That he felt the same anxiety that you felt when you looked at him. ‘Not scared of you. Scared that you’d think I was a freak. I wasn’t lying when I said you were different from anyone else I’ve been with. You’re funny, hot, you listen to good music, we have similar interests.’ ‘Eddie, shut up.’ You laughed, pulling him down to meet your lips. You felt like if you had listened to him talk anymore you would die from all compliments so you did the only reasonable thing you could think of which was kiss him. You felt his hand move up to grab your breast, moaning into his mouth as it slipped under your bra and squeezed. You couldn’t believe this was happening. You felt his other hand move to your hip, his thumb running back and forth before he stopped. ‘What’s this?’ He asked. You looked down and realised his hand had landed on the scar on your hip. It had happened during a test at the facility. They attempted to test your powers by throwing a knife at you, seeing if you could deflect it but instead it had lodged in your side, missing your kidney by two inches. It wasn’t the only scar you had but it was one of the more prominent ones and suddenly you were hyper-aware of every single scar on your torso, wanting your shirt so you could cover them up. ‘It’s nothing. No big deal.’ You mumbled. Although you had an entire cover story, it wasn’t like it involved how you gained every single little scar and you didn’t want to lie about this. ‘I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked.’ ‘No. I just- I can’t- I’m not ready to talk about it yet.’ You finally settled on. It was true, although there were people that knew the full truth you hadn’t told them the details of what had happened to you during your year and a half in the facility and you didn’t know if you ever would. And you certainly couldn’t tell Eddie the truth. Ever. ‘Well if you’re ever ready to talk about it, I’ll listen.’ He got off you and lay down on the bed next to you, pulling you over so your head was resting on his chest and wrapping his arms around you. You wished you could tell Eddie the truth about you. You wanted to. You really did, but you didn’t know him that well and even if you did get closer, as you hoped you did, the truth was so insane that you couldn’t even tell him. He wouldn’t believe you if you did anyway. It was best if you kept everything to yourself.

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zombvibes · 2 years ago

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According to the tags of your last Allyswap post, you have other AUs. Would you like to share the premise/any doodles you have?

This sounds you’re interrogating me, anon. /lh

Anywho, I DO have other aus and YES I would LOVE to share junk about them.

So when I made the teammateswap and allyswap guys, I had multiple ideas for the characters (obviously). So one day I thought “Man. I still really like these ideas and I wanna use them.” So I did!! Which became the alt aus like as in : alt teammateswap and alt allyswap. They were originally called tms! side b and as! side b. (Which tbh? Might go back to those names…not sure though.)

Like normal teammateswap and allyswap : alt tms is susie swapping with noelle, noelle swapping with berdly, and berdly swapping with susie. alt as is susie swapping with berdly, noelle swapping with susie, and berdly swapping with noelle!

And if y’all don’t mind I’ll just share their (old icky) sprites and some haha hehe dialogue boxes :

TOP = alt teammateswap , BOTTOM = alt allyswap

(There’s also art of them but um. It’s too old and grody for me to show on here. Unlike twitter, I want to seem prim and proper on tumblr /j)

Anyways, I’ll probably redesign them at some point and make them ““official”” and also because some swaps don’t really make sense. (But mostly talking about the Susies and Noelles here. The Berdlys are only there so the Noelles could mess with them. Don’t tell anyone I said that though.)

There’s also like…other random aus I thought would be cool or funny but I don’t plan on doing a lot with them (which I will list now) :

THE TIMEOUT AU

- An old snowgrave au idea I had where during the Berdly fight right before Noelle does her spell, Kris rips us out of their chest and puts us in a far they found in a trashcan off screen. Kris would finish the chapter without you and you’d have to watch and think about what you’ve done. (Hence the name.)

- I already talked about how the au would work on twitter but I doubt you’d wanna go onto twitter to see something so I’ll just copy and paste everything here :

This route is called The Timeout route! Kris is tired of your bullshit so they stuff you in a jar they found in one of the trashcans from the city! You get to watch Kris, Noelle, and Berdly finish the chapter without you because you’re a prick! To start this route, during chapter 1 you have to make Kris play the piano (which they do poorly). (You’ll probably have to do many other things to piss Kris off but I can’t think of any at the moment..just know that playing the piano is not optional) Chapter 1 ends as normal! Chapter 2, you gotta start the weird route! Like just killing stuff, then you get the ring etc. But when you get to the Berdly fight, there’s a small chance that Kris stops Noelle right before she does snowgrave. Afterwards, Kris (still in battle) rips out their soul and walks off the screen. There’s trash can rummaging noises the the background. Noelle and Berdly stand there shocked and Berdly asks what’s wrong with Kris. Noelle said that Kris was acting weird all day. Kris comes back with a jar that has their soul in it. Noelle and Berdly proceed to flip their shit. Kris puts the jar in their inventory and grabs Noelle and Berdly’s hands and drags them off to the right thus ending the battle. You get to see Noelle and Berdly ask Kris plenty of questions that Kris ignores and says that they’ll talk about it later. When Kris and co meets up with Susie and Ralsei, they notice that Kris is different. Susie asks what’s wrong, and Kris says that they’ll talk later. Yadda yadda yadda Everyone gets caged (except for Ralsei). Things happen as normal with some things happening differently cause Kris is in control duh. When Susie and Kris are in front of the fountain, Kris takes out the jar and opens the jar. The soul comes out and does its thing. Susie stands there shocked. Once they’re in the lightworld, everything happens normal. Berdly and Noelle leaves thinking it’s all a dream. Susie after they leave looks bewildered at Kris then shakes them : “What the hell was that all about????” You can finally control Kris here and pick between : Tell her what happened and What are you talking about? Telling her what happened : Susie becomes even more confused and Kris (out of your control) says that they’ll elaborate at some point and the conversation ends there. “What are you talking about?” : Susie flips out even more and shakes Kris angrily. Kris doesn’t say anything (this is your doing) and Susie just says : “Whatever…” and leaves without Kris. Susie will still have the sleepover but will be weird around Kris (depending on what which option you choose). Everything will end the same but Kris puts you in the cage and not between the couch. You’ll sit there not being able to see what happened to Susie and Kris. You’ll hear what happened though, you just can’t see it. Then the chapter ends! …Btw you don’t fight spamton in this route, Kris just doesn’t fight spamton.

- (I would’ve made the route work a little different if I worked on it NOW but hey…you get the idea I hope.)

- This au was meant to basically Kris giving the player the middle finger

DELTARUNE BUT IT’S SUMMER NOW I GUESS

- Another old idea I had. It’s normal just deltarune but it takes place during summer school. (Or just the summer I didn’t put too much thought into it. I just wanted to see Kris and Susie have fun in the sun together tbh) It all started because I wanted to make a Phineas and Ferb reference—

TIMESKIP AU

- What kind of au hoarder would I be if I didn’t make a “They’re adults now” au? It mostly focuses in Kris, Susie, and Noelle (Berdly’s there too but I mean…he’s just there. Not too important). The darkners don’t really age in my timeskip au because I just…think they wouldn’t really age like lightners would? Since they’re objects? I feel like they would still look the same but like…with eyebags or dirt/dust on them or something. (Didn’t think about it too much,,)

- They’re all around 20 something? 25??

- There’s art of this too but again…too old and grody for me to show. Pretty sure I posted timeskip suselle stuff on here once but you’ll have to find it yourself I’m not linking it. It’s still a little embarrassing,,,

- I think I may redesign them in the future since they look too “self indulgent” and not how I would actually imagine them in their 20s.

- It’s basically The “Everyone gets facial hair now” au honestly LMAO

SPECIES SWAP

- Another obvious thing for an au hoarder to have— Basically, Kris is a reptile, Susie is a goat, and Ralsei is a human! (There’s also Noelle, who’s a bird, and Berdly, who’s a reindeer…but. I’ll probably not do that or at least it wouldn’t be “canon” to the au.)

- In this au, Susie is a darkner and Ralsei is a lightner (along with Kris.) And this is kind of a role swap as well (kinda?). Ralsei would be the one the player controls. Kris isn’t controlled by their soul and has their regular personality. Susie and Lancer were already established to be buddies before Kris and Ralsei arrived in the dark world. Though in this au, Susie’s personality would be a little goofier to match with Lancer’s. She’s still mean though but chapter 2 mean and not really chapter 1 mean. Ralsei would talk but we wouldn’t be able to hear him (like with human Kris.) He does talk way more than human Kris though. Kris doesn’t talk at all unless necessary or for a funny/dumb quip. For their dark world versions um tbh? I can’t really choose on whether Ralsei should have a sword (like human Kris) or magic (like goat Ralsei). I guess the sword would make more sense but goat Susie would feel a little empty if she isn’t swinging her big ol’ axe around. Again…didn’t think about it too much. OH YEAH AND darkner goat Susie is a prince like goat Ralsei is. (Not princess though because Susie still has her butch lesbian swag in this au)

- Uhhh I do have concept art but it’s not much…I hope to actually sketch out the concepts at some point because darkner goat Susie sounds so much fun to work on!! I have clear ideas of everyone’s designs in my head, just didn’t put it “paper” yet.

So uh…YUP! Think that’s all! If anyone’s interested on hearing about or seeing a specific au, I’ll try my best to elaborate on it more or quicking sketch out something)

(I’m asking you to send me asks about them if you’re curious)

#zomb answers #had this in my drafts for a while and never answered it.#you know? like usual. /hj #ALSO SORRY FOR THE LONG POST ANON SORRYYYYY #this took me 2 days to answer. /srs #zomb's other deltarune aus

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fizzyxcustard · 3 years ago

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Covert Eyes (3)

Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 |

Fandom: Spooks

Pairings: Lucas North x OC (Amy Holland) eventually

Warnings: Stalking behaviour, anxiety, language

Summary: Lucas takes notice of a young woman, Amy, but his obsession and want to get to know her begin to spiral out of control. In the previous chapter, Lucas has followed Amy to her date, which went badly. He is there when she bails on the date, and he walks her home. Is Amy slowly beginning to show more of herself to Lucas? And are there small inconsistencies which are now being noticed?

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I am so sorry. I can’t make our normal breakfast meet up. Forgive me.

To say that Amy was disappointed was an understatement, but she understood that Lucas had a life. And at that present time she was probably one of the most inferior things in it. However, what happened next made her wonder very much where she stood with this man.

Her intercom buzzed. “Delivery for Miss Holland.”

“Erm….okay,” Amy stuttered, pressing the door release for the deliveryman to get in her building. “Flat 3, mate.” Yeah, he was probably already aware of that, you idiot.

Amy was greeted by a young man, barely out of school. He held up a coffee cup and bag, with the unmistakable name and logo of the coffee shop that she and Lucas normally met in. “It’s all been paid for by a Mr. North. Enjoy.”

“Yeah, thank you,” she said, stepping back, slightly dazed.

Inside the bag was a morning bagel and blueberry muffin. The coffee was a simple Americano, with milk. He remembered. Amy couldn’t help but smile as she grabbed her phone.

Why did you do this? Thank you so much.

Within two minutes, just as she took a bite of her bagel, a response came.

Enjoy, love. I’ve missed our normal meeting this morning. Work is crazy.

Across the city and Lucas was sat at his desk, missing Amy. Again, an honest admission. No lie. He was missing drinking that coffee which would wake him up, while watching her as she doodled in her notebook.

“You look awful. You need some sleep,” Jo commented as she sat down opposite Lucas at her own desk. “I’ll finish the log up for you. You go home and get some rest.”

Lucas smirked. “Just the comment that I like to hear, ‘you look awful’. Thanks, Jo. I don’t sleep much anyway, so being here keeps me busy.” Not only that, but while Amy was at work herself, what else could he be doing? He seemed to be progressing a little better with her.

At around two in the afternoon, Lucas felt his phone vibrate. Amy’s name was on his screen.

“There’s only one reason for that look,” Jo laughed.

Lucas looked up to see Jo eyeing him over the top of her computer monitor. Her eyes were twinkling with mischief. “Before you ask, no, it’s not someone that you know. Not as far as I know anyway. She’s only a friend.”

“And she makes you smile like that? Come on, Lucas,” Jo grinned. She leaned her elbows on the desk and looked at her colleague. “She’s the woman from the photo you were looking at, isn’t she?”

“No comment,” Lucas teased, getting up with his coffee mug and phone in hand. He head for the staffroom to get another drink and respond to Amy.

Work is dragging. My last appointment didn’t show. How is work for you?

Lucas’ thumbs tapped his phone screen quickly:

Almost over. Managed to finish all my reports. Any plans after work?

Amy replied almost immediately:

Night in with Netflix, I think. You?

Lucas: Same, I think. Unless I get called in again. My DSI is breathing down my neck for another report to be typed up at some point.

Then Lucas grinned at his phone like a Cheshire Cat. Amy’s dam was breaking, slowly but surely.

You can always come to mine if you want to. I’ll make sure to stock up on Dairy Milk.

Of course Lucas agreed to Amy’s proposal.

Later on in the day, Lucas found that he had ventured back onto Amy’s Facebook profile. The temptation had been too much, and between writing reports and applications, he scrolled her information on his phone. It seemed as if her posts in general had become less of late, only being the odd meme or joke. There was very little that gave away her inner feelings. Most women that Lucas had known in his life, in various capacities, tended to be more open, and made their intentions clear. Why did Amy have to be so difficult? Maybe it was because she was so closed down that he remained as interested as he was. She appealed to his analytical side, when research was needed. In Lucas’ experience, he knew when a woman was interested and when she wasn’t. With Amy, he could sense she was attracted to him, but her more conscious behaviours contradicted it all. Her subconscious side, in which her body would betray her conscious behaviour, seemed to be quite well trained, but not quite enough. The little blushes and averted eye contact. It made sense for someone who liked the person they were sitting with. But her unwillingness to open up about herself and her lack of ‘obvious’ interest was what stumped Lucas.

Towards the end of the afternoon and Lucas smiled at Amy’s newest status on Facebook; her first update in four days. Only he would understand the reference, yet she didn’t even know that he was aware of her profile and watching it.

Waiting to relieve my Dairy Milk craving.

Next to the status were the words ‘feeling hopeful’.

Hopeful for what? Lucas smirked to himself and grabbed his jacket, twirling it around to put on.

Amy showered and got dressed into a pair of jeans with a long sleeved, black top. Her short, mousy brown hair was still slightly damp as her intercom buzzed and Lucas’ voice came over it. With a spring in her step and giggle, she dashed to the intercom and pressed the button, allowing him into the building.

Lucas greeted her with a smile and two large blocks of Dairy Milk. “You can never have too much chocolate,” he chuckled. Amy let her latest guest inside and couldn’t help but glance at his backside, nicely hidden away in a pair of Levi jeans. She looked up at his shoulders, still covered in his black coat. The broadness of them made her mentally melt. Then he turned and flashed that gorgeous smile at her again. There was only so many times that she could handle that smile.

“Go and make yourself comfortable,” she said nervously. “I just need to pop into the kitchen for something.”

Amy slipped out of the living room and into a short hallway which led into the kitchen. There, she placed her hands on the side board and mentally tried to pull her thoughts together. She inhaled deep and then exhaled. “You can do this, Aim.” This whole situation was overwhelming; such a lack of confidence gave her a distinct disadvantage in this situation, and she knew that. Men like confidence, is what people normally say. If that was the truth, Amy knew she was fucked. Being in the presence of men was where Amy faltered, where she felt the most vulnerable and couldn’t help but sit and list her shortcomings.

Lucas remained in the living room, sat at one end of the long, cream sofa. He eased back into the comfort and opened his legs slightly, and placed his arm along the back of the seat. The room was quite small, but lived in. Along the mantelpiece, on the left wall, were three matching owl ornaments, with small scented candles positioned between them. The television was mounted above the mantelpiece, connected to a DVD player and PlayStation console. Opposite Lucas was a large wooden case with glass doors and inside were more ornaments, but these were Disney characters. Ariel. Belle and Beast. Snow White and the Dwarfs. Aladdin and Jasmine. Merlin and Arthur. Robin Hood, Prince John and Sir Hiss. Dumbo. A true child who had never fully grown up. To the right was a striped armchair, and above the armchair, on the wall, were stills and small posters of various films, most of them cartoons and old 80’s classics.

“If it gets too warm then I can turn the heating off,” Amy said as she re-appeared.

“No, no. It’s fine. It’s cosy.”

“Do you want anything to drink? Alcohol, non-alcoholic?”

“I’d better be good and have non-alcoholic as it’s a school night and I could easily get called in. I’m not due to be on call until next week, but this week has been pretty hectic and it’s all hands on deck.”

“I’ll go and make some drinks. Do you want to come in and we can carry on chatting in there?”

Lucas rose from the sofa and followed Amy in to a small, compact, but very organised and tidy kitchen.

Amy flicked on the kettle and then preceded to list the drinks that she had in her cupboard and fridge. Lucas opted for, so she guessed, a black coffee. That was what he normally drank every morning when they met at the café.

“So, you were saying?” Amy asked, resting her back against the side board to face Lucas. She was sure he had become more handsome in the last few seconds that she had been looking away. His steel blue eyes were locked on her and she knew she was blushing again like an absolute idiot. Had he stepped closer since she’d turned back around? Or was it her imagination?

“Yeah, work has been a nightmare. So many of us have been called back in on days off or for overnight shifts.”

“Do you get paid overtime?”

“Either that, or we can claim it back as time off in lieu. But half the time, we’re questioned as to why we need to take time off and then even called in again during that time off as well. I’ve considered moving on many times.” Lucas never wavered in his telling of these fictional events. In fact, some of it did ring true, to a degree, for his work with MI5. His job as an intelligence officer was not a typical nine to five office role. And a lot of it did involve paperwork, like signing weapons in and out. Notebooks. Logs.

“That’s just crap. In my job, we have to give at least two weeks’ notice for our leave, and even then, depending on who you team leader is, you’re questioned as to why you need it off.” As they spoke, Amy prepared the drinks and handed a steaming mug of coffee to Lucas. “My week off to go back to Coventry was booked three months ago. And even up until a few days before I actually went, one of the senior managers was asking for people to cancel holiday to try and help out and take on more claimants. Considering that we deal primarily with unemployed people, there are so many targets to hit. I’ve been looking for other jobs in the civil service for about six months now. Nothing has really appealed to me, to be honest.”

As Amy began to move out of the direct kitchen space, towards her dining table and chairs, she noticed that Lucas was still. He was watching her over the rim of his coffee cup, which he then placed down on the table. “Has that guy tried to contact you again after your date?” he asked.

Why was Lucas stopping Amy from moving? Her heart sped up in her chest and her breath hitched a little. She could smell his deodorant.

“No, he hasn’t. I was worried he might try, but I blocked him on everything,” Amy replied.

“From the look of him, Aim, you’re way out of his league. He’d be lucky to…”

Lucas’ phone rang in his back pocket.

“Shit!” he cursed. He pulled the ringing nuisance from his back jeans pocket, seeing Ros’ name flashing. He moved out into the hallway, silently excusing himself so he could take the call.

For a couple of minutes, Amy listened to Lucas’ voice in a frustrated sounding whisper. She bit on her thumb nail as excitement, disappointment and anxiety all racked her at the same time. Was Lucas really telling her that she was attractive? That Jonathan, the date she bailed on, was beneath her? Was Lucas North really showing interest in her as more than a friend?

“I’m so sorry, but I’ve got to go. I really can’t get out of this, no matter how much I want to,” Lucas said, his face full of disappointment and reluctance to go. “Maybe we could arrange for another night to do this? I’ve been looking forward to this all day.”

To Amy’s amazement, Lucas reached out and squeezed her arm. “Of course. You do what you need to do. I can wait,” she replied.

“Not too long, I hope.”

As Lucas left that evening, Amy pressed her back to the wall and sighed. Lucas’ words about Jonathan kept playing over and over in her mind, his baritone voice like velvet, on repeat. But one question suddenly sprang into Amy’s mind, appearing out of nowhere. How did he know what Jonathan looked like?

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takuyakistall · 4 years ago

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Don't get caught! | Riddle Rosehearts

Synopsis: While visiting Heartslabyul, you couldn't help but want to be a hedgehog after seeing the way Riddle is so fond of them and spoils them. But be careful for what you wish for! It might just come true.

Note: This was a request but the ask was too long so I just posted this on its own. I had fun writing this! It was a very cute idea and got carried away so this turned out longer than expected, I hope you enjoy it!

You weren’t sure if this was a good idea or not. You weren’t even sure if this plan would work but Trey and the other Heartslabyul first years insisted that it was going to work—or at least, they’ll try to make it a success. You had absentmindedly let out a random thought a few days about your hair, saying how curious you are about how you would look like in different hair colours and hairstyles. Trey’s unique magic immediately came into your mind, Doodle Suit, and you couldn’t help but comment on how convenient it would be if it could temporarily overwrite your appearance.

You felt bad for asking Trey a favour so suddenly but much to your surprise, he indulged you and said that it isn’t any problem. Of course, you knew nothing about the way his magic works and if it really isn’t a problem to him. Though you decided to trust his words and agreed to meet up with him in the Heartslabyul Dorm during the weekends. Grim, Ace and Deuce tagged along behind you as you entered the mirror to the dorm. Ace and Deuce wanted to be a little bit extra (or so you thought) and picked you up from your dorm.

The smell of freshly painted roses was in the air as your eyes adjusted to the sudden sunlight. You relished in the sight of the rose hedges lined up and the half-painted roses hanging from them, a few drops of red paint dripping to the green grass. The empty cans of red paint here and there as you walked through the stone path to the main building. You caught a few glimpses of a few students scrambling to their feet as they picked up a brush and started painting the roses.

Behind them, you could barely make out a familiar shade of red and a heart-shaped ahoge. You quickly turned to Ace, trying to calm your racing heart.

“Wait, where are we headed?” You asked them as Grim climbed up your shoulder.

“To the lounge, or Trey’s room. Whatever works.” Ace answered half-heartedly as he pushed the door open and scanned the room full of students for the green-haired vice dorm leader.

“Nevermind, we’re going to his room.”

Saying the hallways of Heartslabyul was confusing is a big understatement. The twists and turns of the halls more or less made you dizzy just from looking at it. The fact that you don’t know the actual way to Trey’s room made it harder for you to navigate where you were headed to. Deuce grabbed the hem of your sleeve when you were about to make a turn, whispering to you about how his room was still up ahead. Grim had long gotten off your shoulder once he realized that he might get lost with you.

“Good grief… I don’t even have any idea about what colour I should go with first.” You sighed as you spotted a window that gave you a view of the rose maze. The countless green hedges adorned with white roses. Have they not painted this part of the maze yet? You paid it little mind as your eyes wandered to the small cage placed outside and the tiny creatures inside.

Hedgehogs?

Green, pink, and blue ones were all scattered and rolling around in the cage. You couldn’t get a good view but it seemed like someone was giving them food right now. You stopped in your tracks when you realized it was none other than the dorm leader who was doing it. He dusted his hands and stared at the small blobs of colour inside the cage. You couldn’t see it clearly but you saw him open his mouth as a small smile appeared on his face. You found it a bit cute—cute how caring he seems to get when it comes to them.

It must be nice to be a spoiled hedgehog under Riddle’s care huh…

You shook your head, the tips of your ears growing hotter as you told yourself off about having such weird thoughts. Your head snapped back to where Ace and Deuce originally were but only to find them out of sight.

You felt panic rise in your throat as you looked left and right, your eyes searching for the familiar figures. You scolded yourself, regretting getting distracted by that redhead you seem to be so enchanted by. You wandered around the hallway, the knot in your throat growing tighter as you prayed that you won’t get lost.

“Geez! Just how big is this place?” You leaned against the window’s ledge as you let out a small pant. You’ve been walking around the dorm for what felt like hours now but you found yourself in the same place as before—by the window where you watched Riddle tend to the hedgehogs as you sighed.

“Um, excuse me…” The sudden voice behind your back made you jump in place a little. You quickly turned around and was met with a male student with brown hair. Your tense muscles visibly relaxed.

Finally! There was someone you could ask. You opened your mouth slightly to ask but before a single word could be formed—he asked you an unexpected question. He caught sight of the scene you were staring at before his involvement.

“Oh! Were you watching the Dorm Head?” Dense as a rock. The student didn’t think twice before asking this question, his eyes not registering the way your eyes widened slightly and your stance stiffened. You kept silent.

“Hehe, it seems like he’s taking care of the hedgehogs personally.” He mentioned, his voice laced with the faintest bit of admiration when he stared at the scene beside you. You tried to shrug it off but the curiosity inside you couldn’t stay silent any longer.

“...Is it anything special? Riddle taking care of them personally, I mean.”

“Eh? Well… no, not really. It’s just that he really likes them, so he tends to spoil them whenever he’s on duty.”

“Oh, is that so?” You tried looking the other way, trying to keep the nonchalant tone. But the moment you looked away—you could feel a small smile creeping up your face.

Cute.

You shook your head before you got carried away by any other thoughts and turned to the student. You need to do what you came here for!

“Oh, by the way, do you know how to get to Trey’s room?”

“Eh?”

“What the hell took you so long!?” Ace was the first one to greet you with his fist meeting your head without any warning. You winced a bit, clutching your head and fought back with your words.

“It was your fault for walking too fast!”

“Hah? Didn’t we warn you to keep close to us?”

“You said nothing about that!”

“Oh.” Ace fell silent. The corner of his lips suddenly curling up, as if a realization struck him.

“Haha! Don’t mind, everyone makes mistakes right?” There was nothing stronger than the feeling of wanting to slap the grin off his face right now. Had it not been for Deuce trying to keep the peace between you, you weren’t sure if you could've held yourself back.

“Moving on,” Deuce placed a hand over your shoulder. “Trey-senpai’s room is just up ahead. Don’t lose sight of us again, alright?”

It was hard to navigate yourself around the dorm. If there was one crucial thing they hadn’t told you about the dorm, it was the fact that if you weren’t a Heartslabyul student or school faculty, you were bound to get lost amidst the twists and turns. But in their defense, they didn’t expect you to get distracted so easily. You nodded as you followed behind the duo once again.

After a minute or two, you found yourself face-to-face with Trey in front of his dorm room. That’s when you realized you haven’t thought about what colour you’d like after getting lost but your thoughts were cut off when Trey suddenly spoke up.

“Oh, you guys are here. You were a bit late, did you run into some trouble?” He asked as he urged you three (four if you’re counting Grim) into his room.

“(Y/N) got lost~!” Ace chirped in a singsong voice as he threw his arms back behind his head.

“Eh, really? Be more careful next time, you’re lucky you were found quickly—otherwise, who knows how long you’d be stuck there.” The closed-eyed smile on his face made his terrifying words seem normal. You wondered if there were previous cases that went way worse than what you went through. You let out a relieved sigh inside your head, thanking the student that found you.

“Then, let’s make this quick.” Trey guided you to a chair, dragging you gently by the wrist and made you sit there as Ace, Deuce, and Grim stood beside you. Their growing curiosity couldn’t be masked.

His instructions were clear enough. He said that you should try to paint an image inside your head. Envision what you would like to look like while closing your eyes and then he’ll activate his unique magic. He also mentioned that it would only last 24 hours or shorter if interfered with stronger magic and that he can revert the spell after a certain period if time just in case you wanted to remove it quicker.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, trying to paint an image of yourself you’d like to see.

“Ready? I’ll start now.”

You thought of your favourite colour, envisioning yourself with that certain hair colour. Wondering if Riddle would like it if he saw it. Oh, maybe if you were a (F/C) coloured hedgehog, he might find you cute!

“Doodle Suit!”

A small puff of smoke appeared just right after Trey finished his incantation. You felt a bit groggy and weird, was it supposed to feel like this? You opened your eyes, your vision adjusting to the sudden light until you realized the situation you were in. Everything seemed a hundred times bigger than they usually were and everyone inside the room seemed to have grown bigger. Everyone except you.

You felt so small.

“Eh!? Trey-senpai, where did they go?” The panic in Ace’s voice was unlike him. But Deuce was even more panicked than him, he thought that maybe they messed up and you disappeared for good. Grim was looking frantically everywhere.

You wanted to shout out. Tell them that you were still here but oddly enough, instead of a voice, a very weird sound came out of your mouth. The room froze when they heard it. Trey was the first one to spot you, a nervous chuckle slipping from his mouth as he held your small body up.

“It seems like your friend… turned into a hedgehog.”

Eh?

Eh!?

You messed up. Countless thoughts swirled rapidly at dangerous speeds as you thought about what could’ve gone wrong. You swore you did his instructions properly, you thought of what you wanted to look like and—

At the last minute, you thought about hedgehogs. That’s what went wrong. You wanted to bury your face into your hands but your new incredibly short four legs couldn’t even reach your face. This was a new level of embarrassment, you just wished that this was all a bad dream. You lied down flat on Trey’s palm, hiding your face from everyone as you heard Ace barely being able to contain his laughter.

“Pfft—” He clamped a hand over his mouth, trying to tell himself not to laugh but the situation made it hard for him to follow his instructions. Deuce, on the other hand, was crouching down while clutching his stomach—trying to keep his laughter as silent as possible. Grim had an indifferent expression before he approached you. He scaled your size compared to him and that’s when he lost it.

If you could speak, you would’ve told them to cut it out but much to your misfortune, you were left to make weird noises hedgehogs made. And if you were to make sounds like that, you were pretty much sure that they would laugh harder at you.

“Oh man, this is gold! I can’t believe you turned into a hedgehog.” Ace let out, that stupid grin on his face wider than ever.

“Though that does make me wonder how you managed to think about hedgehogs.” Deuce crossed his arms and pondered, finally calming down. Before he could dive deeper into his thoughts, Trey interjected.

“That isn’t important right now. We better think of what to do with your friend.”

“Trey-senpai, can’t you just overwrite it with your unique magic?” Deuce asked him.

“Unfortunately, it’s going to take a while before I can use my magic on them again. We need to put them somewhere safe for a while, can one of you keep them with you or do you know a place we can leave them?”

“Well, how about…”

“Hup! Off you go!” You hopped off Ace’s hand into the small cage he pushed you into. You felt yourself tense up when you were surrounded by your fellow small creatures, wondering if it was alright for you to sneak in like this. Ace assured Deuce that no one would notice an extra hedgehog inside the cage and decided that it was alright for you to stay there.

You had your doubts and troubles about this course of action but what can you do except comply? Your fate was temporarily in their hands—you were completely helpless. You just stayed behind as you watched Ace, Deuce, and Grim fade into the distance as they walked further and further away.

You looked around, trying to find something you can entertain yourself with but only to be met with immeasurable disappointment when you found out there was absolutely nothing you could do except eat, drink, or sleep. What’s worse is that you don’t know how long you were going to be here. You lied down on your stomach as you stared into space, a sudden wave of tiredness came over you as you felt your eyelids close.

Perhaps a short nap wouldn’t hurt.

You woke up to the heavy weight that rested over your body, you felt like you were being squeezed as a surge of panic took over you. You looked up to see that a green hedgehog was sleeping over you, it looked so comfortable that you felt bad for suddenly moving from your place. You couldn’t stay like this—you wanted to get out! You wished that Ace and Deuce just brought you with them even if it meant that they would probably get told off by Riddle for bringing out a hedgehog outside croquet matches.

“Hm? How strange… did I count correctly?” The sudden voice made you jump in your place, eyes darting everywhere to find out where it came from.

Wine red hair and slate grey eyes. There was no mistaking it—the voice belonged to none other than Riddle Rosehearts, the Dorm Leader of Heartslabyul. Confused, you wondered why he was still here. Didn’t his duty end a while ago? There was no reason for him to check up on the hedgehogs again!

“There’s an extra one?” His eyes shifted to you and you felt your blood run cold. How in the world did he know it was you out of everyone in the cage? You needed to think of something, quick. Who knows what he might do to you? Throw you out? Certainly, he wouldn’t do that… right?

“Don’t be scared. I won’t harm you, I promise.” Riddle’s gentle voice as he reassured you made you feel safe. You stared at his outstretched arm as a small smile appeared on his face and you couldn’t help but willingly hop into his palm. He brought you closer until you were on eye level with him. His grey eyes staring at you so intensely, you almost let out a squeak.

“Now then, we just have to find out who put you here.” He placed you on his shoulder and you felt the sudden panic sink in. You were in for a lot of trouble! You hadn’t expected Riddle to notice the extra hedgehog and you didn’t even expect him to come over in the first place. You cursed Ace and Deuce inside your head for leaving you there and expecting everything to sail smoothly.

If Riddle found out what happened, you were screwed. The best course of action you chose was to do your best to act like a normal hedgehog. That should be easy enough, right? Wrong! You didn’t know anything about how they acted and that fact alone made you declare this operation a failure.

Riddle walked away from the gardens and into the dorm building, your grip on his clothes tight because you were afraid of falling. Riddle felt the sudden shift on his shoulder and barely felt your claws ghosting over his clothes. He thought it was a bit strange, were you afraid of heights? But he paid it little to no mind as he continued walking and pushed open the door.

The students sitting in the common room suddenly stiffened up—they were first years and it was only natural that they were afraid of the strict Riddle Rosehearts. They stood up and greeted Riddle almost immediately, like soldiers.

"D-Dorm Leader!"

“Calm down, I’m not here to reprimand you or anything.” Riddle was irked at the way they visibly relaxed after saying that but he didn’t bother bringing it up. He scooted closer to them as he showed them the hedgehog on his shoulder.

“Do you know where this came from?”

Of course, the students could barely understand his question. They didn’t know the hedgehog was an extra head inside the cage and assumed that it was a normal hedgehog, so they answered:

“That’s a hedgehog, Riddle-senpai. It came from the cage they’re being kept in.”

“Of course I know that, I meant for this one specifically! It wasn’t here before.”

“M-Maybe it came from the forest and got lost?”

“It’s likely but how would it get inside the cage? That means a human probably put it in there.”

“Well… we don’t know.”

Riddle let out a sigh, trying to keep it together. It was going to be hard for him to find the culprit so he thought, just for a second, that maybe he should just let it stay inside the dorm. It wasn’t as if the world would end if he did, after all. But something deep inside his guts told him that he shouldn’t let go of this so easily. He dismissed the students and went to his room as he picked you up from his shoulder and into his palms.

“Where in the world did you come from…?” He brought you closer to his face and you felt like your heart was about to stop. His eyes widened as he made a sudden discovery. Magic? He felt the faintest bit of magic coming from you and that was enough to tell him that he should get to the bottom of this. But first—he needed an afternoon snack inside his room. After all, a queen should never make do without tea and snacks.

There was nothing more relaxing than having his favourite blend of tea in the afternoon accompanied by little snacks and biscuits that were served in little platters and teacups adorned with rose designs. It was to be expected as he was stuck in a dorm that was founded by the Queen of Hearts, it wasn't as if Riddle minded though—in fact, he grew fond of it. Daintily, he picked up his fork and took a small piece of his strawberry tart before putting it inside his mouth. Relishing in the burst of flavours that bloomed inside his mouth before turning his gaze to the small creature crawling on the table.

If you were already nervous back then, you didn't know how much more nervous you are now. You felt bad for feeling like you're deceiving him but at the same time, it wasn't as if you had a choice at all! Pushed into this seemingly hopeless situation, you wondered what would happen if somehow you transformed back into your original body right now. You shook your head and made yourself stray away from those thoughts—they never tend to end well once you think about them.

You tried distracting yourself by looking around the table and a certain snack caught your eye. You slowly made your way to it, your little feet pitter-pattering against the wooden material. Strawberry shortcake. Surely you were a tiny bit hungry after everything that occurred and not once did you get the chance to sit down and eat since you refused to eat the same food the other hedgehogs in the cage ate. You couldn’t help but look longingly at the small platter.

Riddle stopped halfway when he was about to take another bite out of his tart as he caught sight of you. Now, he wasn’t well-versed in the language of hedgehogs but it didn’t take an idiot to realize that you were hungry. He was a sucker for the rules of the Queen of Hearts but he wasn’t heartless. There was no harm in feeding you a little bit of that cake, right?

“Hm,” he contemplated for a split second, “just one small piece, okay?”

He took a small piece with his fork and nudged it towards you, expecting you to eat it. It took you a few seconds to understand what’s going on. Riddle, of all people, was feeding you. You didn’t know if you should be happy or not since you were in your hedgehog form but once you thought about it—didn’t you say earlier that it must be nice being a hedgehog spoiled by Riddle? Did the Great Seven up above hear you and decided to grant your wish?

Nonetheless, you took this as an opportunity. Who knows when you’ll get this close to Riddle ever again. You tasted the cake, eyes lighting up as you felt the sweetness of the frosting spread inside your mouth. You quickly took another bite until you finished everything with a content look. Riddle propped his elbow against the table and rested his chin on the center of his palm, looking at you with gentle eyes.

"...Somehow you remind me of a certain person." Riddle suddenly spoke up, his tone wary as he squinted at your figure. Your actions suddenly became more languid as you realized that perhaps the root of his suspicion was because of your erratic movements.

Surely he doesn't know it's me, right…!?

"(Y/N)," you froze up. "You remind me of them for some reason."

You went through the possible list of reasons how he came to that conclusion inside your head as you felt your heartbeat beat faster. For some reason, this whole scenario felt like it came straight out of a horror film. Out of all the names he could’ve said, he chose to say yours. The panic subsided as you suddenly grew curious about what exactly reminded him of you.

There was the slightest, smallest, unlikely chance that it was because he liked you but that was too far-fetched, right? Your imagination was going wild and unknowingly, you let out a small squeak. Riddle chuckled at the sudden sound, the corners of his lips tugging up into a smile. He stopped to think for a moment, he was alone, right? There was no one else in the room but the hedgehog and him, right? He took a deep breath.

“Speaking of them, something has been on my mind right lately… and it’s bothering me to no end.” He started, a downcast expression was on his face and you couldn’t help but worry. Did you perhaps do something to upset him? The thought itself made you panic inside. You couldn’t help but scoot away from him a little.

“I think I like them.”

What.

WHAT!?

You wondered if turning into a hedgehog made your hearing worsen or Riddle just made a mistake. There was no way what you heard was right, right? But, even then, Riddle had a slightest tint of pink spreading on his face as he looked down in slight embarrassment. It was hard to believe that he didn’t mean it or that he made a mistake in what he said. You felt your heart explode at the sudden realization and discovery.

“But the problem is that I think they’re avoiding me. I’m a bit afraid that they don’t like me,” Riddle sighed, “not a lot of people like me after all.”

“That’s not true!” is what you wanted to say had it not been for the fact that you can’t. But as they always say—actions speak louder than words. You scooted closer to his hand on the table and placed one of your front paws over his hand, hoping that he would take it as a form of reassurance. His eyes widened slightly at the sudden gesture, surprised that maybe the hedgehog understood his feelings and tried comforting him.

“Eh, you’re full of surprises aren’t you? Did you actually understand what I said?”

Without thinking it through, you nodded.

“Ah-! You really do… that’s strange. But anyway, thank you for your reassurance. Maybe one day I’ll get the chance to confess b-but that’s not important right now, I need to find out where you came from.” Riddle urged you to go to the palm of his hand and you complied with no complaints. He lifted you until you were at eye-level with him.

“Let’s continue looking, shall we?” Before he let you go, he placed a kiss on your head as a sign of endearment. You swore you were about to let out another squeak until a cloud of smoke suddenly appeared from nowhere and you felt your body get bigger as you closed your eyes shut.

You wrapped your arms around Riddle’s neck so as not to fall and you felt his arms go under your shoulders and knees as he let out a surprised noise—realizing he was carrying you when the smoke thinned out. His eyes widened in surprise and his face was as red as his face when he looked at the person he was carrying. There was no way. No absolute way this was happening to him.

You stared at him nervously, face red as you violently wondered why the spell suddenly went undone. Trey never mentioned anything about a kiss being able to undo it so why…!? Countless questions took over your mind but there was only one thing you could focus on right now.

What do I do now?

“Ahaha… Hi Riddle…” Nervously, you started.

“Y-Y-You…”

“It’s me, (Y/N)...!” You had the feeling this wasn’t going to end well.

“M-My confession…”

“Oh yeah, about that I—”

“OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!!”

Extra:

"E-Eh!? That came from Riddle-senpai's room right now. Do you think he's okay?" A random student asked the person beside them, crossing their arms as a pensive expression took over their face.

"Hmm, do you think we should check? Or tell Trey-senpai?" The other suggested. But as soon as Trey's name was uttered, he emerged from the hall with a satisfied grin on his face—as if he accomplished something great.

"Don't worry about Riddle, he's just having a little bit of fun with someone right now." He chuckled, not doing well to ease the students' worries.

"Trey-senpai...? Oh, he's gone. What do you think he meant by that?"

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst writing #fanfic #twisted wonderland x reader #your takoyaki has been served!#heartslabyul #twisted wonderland riddle rosehearts #riddle rosehearts x reader #riddle x reader #twst riddle #riddle rosehearts #trey was eavesdropping the whole time and decided to cause a little bit of trouble #why? 🥰 because he wants to give his dorm leader a little push !!!!#riddle was traumatized after that #he shoved u outside his room and he was this 🤏 close to tears

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starglow-xx · 4 years ago

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(About the brother!atsushi) aRE YOU READING MY MIND MISS?! Because that has been on my mind for MONTHS. TYSM For writing it was amazing!! If you don't mind, may I request (if requests are open) atsushi, still an older brother, but with a sister that's 10-13 yrs old? It's totally fine if you don't wanna do it. Keep up the good stories, ily mwuah!

*sobs* you’re so kind thank youu 🤧🤧

i wrote this a bit differently i hope that’s okay anon! at first i planned for this to be mainly abt atsushi and the reader, but i decided to add in relationship hcs with the agency bc i ran out of ideas

if you guys liked this don’t worry! im planning a special part two for this one so be the look out for it hehe

atsushi with a tween! sister

ft. the armed detective agency

like in my baby sister hcs, you’re still the most important thing to him period

the two of you got picked up by dazai and kunikida when he was 18 (obviously) and when you were 12

for a 12 year old, you were a bit small bc of malnourishment (which makes atsushi feel so bad) so both dazai and kunikida thought you were a bit younger than you actually were

they assumed you were about 9-10ish

you and atsushi both share a favorite food !! chazuke :)

so when kunikida treated the two of you, he made sure you got more bowls bc like i mentioned above, he feels really bad that you were malnourished and under weight

(don’t bring this up but kunikida felt bad too hehe)

when dazai went with your brother to the warehouse, you were with kunikida

imagine the surprise of the other ada members when kunikida came in with a little girl dressed in rags that popped out from behind him

kenji was the one who vocalized his thoughts

“kunikida-san you have a daughter?! wow! i didn’t know that! :D”

when you found out your brother was a tiger, you were a bit concerned but you were actually kind of excited

you were even more excited when you found out the two of you were going to be taken in by the agency

anything was better than the stupid orphanage

and besides!

you got a tiger for an older brother and a bunch of other super powered agents to take care of you! who could want anything else?

at your age, you’re very impressionable and can be influenced easily so atsushi makes sure to teach you more in depth of good morals and the importance of kindness

his heart swells with pride and relief when he catches you being kind to others

pride bc he’s proud that even after all the two of you have gone through, you still ended up being a good kid and having a bright view of the world

and relief bc he hasn’t failed as a big brother

pfftt like he could ever fail

but please, from time to time reassure him that he’s perfect and the only big brother that you’d ever want bc he rlly needs that kind of validation

with his salary and savings, he tries to buy nice things for you

what a sweetheart 🥺

he saw you eyeing that one dress at a store window? fast forward abt a week and half and it’s inside a pretty gift bag for you

you wanted to try that dessert from the nice bakery? that’s dessert after dinner at one point

but other than buying you things, he sets money aside for you

like all the time

(y/n), here have this, you might need it”

“but nii-san you just gave me—”

“take it”

#1 spoiler

also your #1 confidant and source of physical affection

you tell him anything and everything (except crushies and those kinds of things)

atsushi loves it when you talk abt your day and he can see the big smile on your face and the sparkle in your eyes

it gives him the strength to keep going 😖😖

the two of you aren’t as touch starved as you’d probably think, but that’s only bc the two of you had each other

in your opinion, no one can match the hugs of your big brother

and it got even better bc YAYY he has tiger arms now ٩(◕‿◕)۶

if you ask, he’d carry you around too hehe

you also get nightmares quite often so he’ll always be there ready to calm you down, talk if you need to, and rock you back to sleep

god i love him 🤧🤧

atsushi will do everything in his power to protect you and make sure you get to grow up happy, supported, and loved

port mafia attack? oop he’s already taking you to the nearest escape route

someone is starting to harass you? they just got suckered punched into the next week

you want to go out to have some fun? he’ll go ask the president for a day off

you’re not feeling well? he’ll take another day off and take care of you

whatever you want to do, he’ll do it with you! (as long as it’s within reason)

will always be your #1 supporter! and he’s the president of your fan club hehe

he loves you so so much and will do anything for you; your life and happiness will always be more important to him

you are his reason to keep going

agency head canons !!

atsushi is your big brother, but kunikida is most definitely some sort of father figure

everyone can see it

except kunikida of course

kunikida scolds you lightly if he thinks your manners need work or if you make a mess in the agency

you listen to him of course and in turn as some sort of a reward, he’ll give you pieces of stationary

he always gives you the nice, good quality kind and you’re over the moon

atsushi adores it when you come running to him showing your new notebook or fountain pen and blabbering what you’re going to do with it

sometimes it isn’t even as a reward for being a good child; he’ll just give it to you and he’ll say smth like “i noticed you’ve used up your last notebook quite quickly, so here’s another one” or “did you run out of ink? here have this then”

he usually has a soft spot for children in general, but he most definitely has a soft spot (or a thousand) for you

yosano is kind of like a motherly figure to you

she gives you the guidance a mother should and goes on shopping trips with you!

atsushi always gets dragged along by you, but he thinks it’s worth it seeing you look so happy

yosano being a doctor also tries to teach the things you should know, or things that would be helpful to you

she’ll teach you the basics of cooking, sewing, how to treat a cold/fever, etc

also gives you excellent advice 1000% of the time

“remember (y/n)-chan if someone hurts you come tell me and then i’ll chop them into—”

“yOSANO-SENSEI DONT TELL HER THAT—”

fukuzawa is like a father to most in the agency but you see him more as a grandfather figure

bi weekly tea and gossip sessions hehe

along with cat talk!

most of the time though, it’s just you talking and him listening to you, but the two of you enjoy it nonetheless

“and then kunikida-san ended up crashing into a pole and dazai-san started to laugh at him and i did too because it was really funny but we ended up getting scolded—”

“hmm i see...”

he’ll let you stay in his office as he fills out paperwork; you’re usually doodling or drawing in your notebooks

sometimes he’ll meditate and you’ll join him, but 4/7 times you’d fall asleep

you always wake up with a blanket over you

dazai is like a cool but a highly concerning and kind of high maintenance uncle

frequently takes you out with him when he ditches work

walks in the park, eating at uzumaki so he has the excuse of treating you so he doesn’t have to pay his tab avoiding kunikida and sometimes chuuya and akutagawa, all that fun stuff

also tries to not talk abt suicide in front of you especially if it’s just the two of you alone

he knows that you mean the world to his pupil and that said pupil would probably hate him for putting suicide inside your brain

he teaches you random but useful things like how to pick a lock, how to steal kunikida’s notebook if you’re looking for some information, how to sweet talk your way out of things, etc.

is also the one to tell you that if you ever get a significant other to introduce them to the agency first

he always wants all of your gossip; some of them work pretty well for blackmail

“dazai-san! dazai-san! did you know that kunikida-san lost his glasses and he was looking for them for nearly an hour when he was just holding them the entire time??”

“woah really (y/n)-chan?! hey hey can you say it again into this recording device so kunikida-kun would believe me when i tell him—”

always ends up giving kunikida a heart attack when he says that you’ve been with him all day

ranpo is also like a cool but a highly concerning and kind of high maintenance uncle

will share some of his snacks, but don’t push it or you might not get anything at all

loves it when you compliment him

if you tagged along with him and your brother on a case, he will show off to impress you

“...and that’s how the crime happened”

“UWAHH RANPO-SAN YOU’RE SO COOL”

atsushi is lowkey and kunikida is highkey stressed that ranpo’s eating habits will rub off on you

“ne (y/n)-chan do you wanna try this highly caffeinated drink and this concerning amount of sugar filled snack?”

“can i really?!”

“rANPO-SAN NO—”

ranpo definitely does stuff like that on purpose

the tanizakis are like siblings to you!

a weird set of siblings but siblings nonetheless

the two of them adore you and think you’re precious

atsushi definitely knows how to do your hair whether it’s long or short but he got even better at it when he asked the two

hehe braid trains are definitely a thing + kyouka and kenji (and maybe even dazai)

sometimes you have sibling swap days

you’re with junichiro for most of the day and atsushi is with naomi

strange i know

each of the tanizaki siblings try to make it fun bc they know that the two of you did not at all have a happy upbringing

junichiro likes spending time with you by taking you out to different places that naomi likes to frequent

like the mall, different stores and restaurants, the park, places like those

naomi does the same thing with atsushi so if you ever bump into them, you go out and eat together :)

besides atsushi, the next one in line who spoils you the most would be junichiro (and yosano & kunikida both coming in at a close third)

he honestly can’t help it; you remind him of how naomi was when she was younger

and besides

he’s always been a sucker when it came to the happiness of a little sister

“would you really buy this for me junichiro-san?!”

“of course! don’t worry about it” :)

wanna talk abt boys/girls/celebrity crushes things like that? naomi is your girl

you feel a bit embarrassed to go talking to yosano or your brother abt that and kyouka does not know a thing abt them either

“uwahh naomi-san look at all these people in this magazine! they look so good!”

“right?! but of course onii-sama is still the best—”

you get along with kenji and kyouka quite nicely being roughly the same age as them; they’re also like siblings!

just pure, wholesome vibes from the three of you

you’re over the moon when she finds out that kyouka is staying with you and your brother

atsushi is twice as happy seeing you talk your mouth off and finally having a girl around your age to talk to

“do you think demon snow can change how she looks?”

“hmm... im not sure...”

you and kenji talk abt anything and everything

he even teaches you how to take care of plants!

sometimes the two of you are kind of in the same boat bc you don’t know much abt yokohoma being stuck in the orphanage and kenji doesn’t know much abt cities in general

“wait where are we again kenji-san?”

“ah we’re close to the ports! but im not really sure how close because i don’t know what the symbols on this sign mean”

“don’t worry! neither do i!”

bonus things!

yosano was kind of too late teaching you abt you know what

“NII-SAN IM BLEEDING IN BETWEEN MY LEGS”

you’re sobbing in the agency’s bathroom and atsushi is panicking trying to get you to open the door

“Y/N?! H-HOLD ON LET ME GET YOSANO SENSEI”

ranpo overhears and cackles making everyone around him confused

suddenly atsushi bursts in the agency basically on the verge of tears rambling incoherent sentences abt the bathroom, you, and blood

it just clicked for everybody in the room

(im going to pretend that kenji has sisters back home so that atsushi is the only one who remain oblivious here hehe)

atsushi is genuinely confused and sort of concerned that no one is freaking out with him

yosano waves her hand saying smth like that she’d take care of it and junichiro pulls atsushi to the side to talk to him

fast forward like half and hour and dazai and ranpo are cackling on the looks of both of your faces

honestly not sure who’s more traumatized, you or your brother

“why does this have to happen” :(

“ne ne (y/n)-chan!~ you’re too young but at some point you’re not going to have it!”

“uwahh really dazai-san?” :D

“yeah! but first you have to have ANFK—”

next thing you know your ears are being covered by your brother and dazai is thrown across the room by kunikida

you know

the normal

you’re twelve and have never gone to school, but the agency takes care of that

it’s too dangerous to go to school so they teach you what’s necessary and whatever else they can

kunikida takes care of math (obviously)

yosano takes care of science/biology/anatomy/health (whatever you wanna call it)

ranpo even dragged poe to help you with english

atsushi even got lucy to help you out with english too!

as tanizaki and naomi used to be students, they give you their old work books and they try to teach you all the other subjects

sometimes kyouka and kenji are there learing with you too!

sorry if there’s some errors! i’ll read through it again later :)

and as always, reblogs and shares are appreciated! i hope you all stay safe! and just in case nobody told you they loved you today, i love you! you are enough! <3

writing belongs to me! please do not plagiarize! the reblog button is there for a reason

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deus-ex-mona · 2 years ago

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i hope y’all had a great weekend!!!

i say, rambling about my strangely unrestful weekend under the cut because i have no friends to hear me out lmaooo

i’m only rambling here because the character limit in the tags is really annoying, and also because i really wanna remember all of the weird ideas that i threw out for my room planning in spite of my innately terrible memory, so here goes—

so, saturday! a day of rest for many, just a regular day at work for me :( but the one good thing about going to work yesterday is that i finally managed to eat this one specific food item that i’d been craving lmaooo.

on friday, this coworker dude offered to buy me (and everyone else too, really) some food to “celebrate” the weekend i guess? so i just told him that i wanted that food item (only because i’m unable to find it easily and stuff :(), and the dude actually managed to get it for me!!! granted, he bought it from a different country on his way to work, but still!!! the best part is that when the price of the stuff he bought was converted to local currency, the food came out to being literally 10 cents apiece, which was pretty funny ngl.

also, i got to hear some pretty 👀👀👀worthy work gossip, so that was fun~

and then came today. aka sunday!!!!

i found out that the apartment that my family and i would be moving into was almost ready(!!!!) and that i’d finally be getting my own room(!!!!!!!!).

so, naturally, i dragged my mother down to the apartment with me (despite her literally just coming back from visiting it with my brother) and took a gander for myself.

apart from my tiny room, the place was kinda insane ngl. they had some kind of built-in pulley system(????) for the overhead laundry rack, which you have to lower by yourself to hang your stuff on.

and also!!!! there seems to be sinks installed in the tank of the toilet bowl??? just look at it yo

that’s definitely a sink, right?

it befuddles me to no end… i asked my mother what it’s for, and she told me that i could gargle my mouth there, so that was rather unhelpful. ಠ‿ಠ

and after that, i dragged my mother off to ikea to look at the showrooms and stuff for ✨inspiration✨ and inspiration did strike!!! i managed to get great ideas about to how to maximise my space in my tiny room and even made weird doodles to illustrate my vision for posterity!!! hint: ✨shelves✨. tons of shelves!!

…but sadly, my mother rejected my suggestion of skipping the dining table entirely to attach a huge shelf to the wall instead, so we could eat like we’re at a noodle bar :( sads. home noodle bars could definitely be a thing, right?

but in the end, i guess i’ll end up missing this current tiny temporary apartment that i’ve been staying at for the past few years… i’ll definitely miss the wild chicken family that lives at the ground floor though… despite how noisy the rooster is… but oh well! life has to go on, right? may the rooster terrorise the next inhabitants of this temporary flat as well…

but aside from that, i’m definitely not looking forward to dealing with my storaged nonsense, especially my love live merch collection from ages ago. i don’t even like love live anymore, man… what the heck was past me thinking?

aaaa i hope no bugs got into my pokespe manga though… those were my treasures for sure. maaan do i have so many memories of writing/drawing bad fanfiction for pokespe. and also of n harmonia. my former friend and i obsessed over the poor dude for ages. we drew so much bad fanart of him, turned him into a frog hybrid of sorts, and even made small replicas of his waist cube during class one day… man, now i feel old lmao

sorry if you read this~! uhhhhh happy sunday (if it still sunday for you)!!!!

#warning for a very long and incomprehensible rambling session!!!!#though… it’s a wonder that i haven’t fully snapped to start posting about another fandom or such on this so-called blog…#y’all would have such a terrible time if i posted about each and every single one of my fleeting interests lollllll #i bounce through interests like how a bouncy ball bounces when it’s dropped from a height…#but then again this post has nothing to do with my other interests. it’s just me blathering about my weekend. idk why i even mentioned this…#inedible blubbering

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seokiloquy · 3 years ago

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Think It Over, Again - Yamaguchi Tadashi

Au: Soulmate (Anything your write on your body, except for name, location, appearance etc. will appear on your soulmates body)

Requested (I changed it a bit but eh)

Tags/Warnings: GN! Reader, nothing else that I can think of?

Word Count: 2.5k+

The counselours office was intimidating. Stacks of paper were piled strictly on every desk surface except the one you sat on. Before you, dipping through files, was the counsellor. Behind him, a wall of windows let in bright light making him appear like a dark looming shadow. You gulped as he let out a loud, irritated huff through his nose.

“So, you plan on going to university in Japan?” His glasses gleamed as he turned his head enough for the light to shine through.

“Yes, sir.”

“How many have you applied to?”

“Just one.” Your fingers began to fidget beneath the desk. “Sir. The program I’m with only allows me to apply to one. The administrators are connected.”

Holding up a paper in the light, you watched the man’s sparse brows furrow. “Conniving isn’t it? That’s one of the most difficult universities to get into. Do you have a backup plan?”

You bit your lip. “Well, I either get my Visa to renew before the next term, go home, or find my soulmate.”

“Visa’s can take weeks, there isn’t that much time, but it’s worth trying or else you’re going home anyway. Which I’m guessing isn’t what you want.” He moved, standing to his feet to trade the file with another. You squinted as the bright light hit your eyes until he came back and began to type on his computer. “What of your soulmate, I’m guessing that’s why you’re here in the first place?”

“Yes, sir. I know they live in Japan based on their writing, and I was able to narrow it down to Miyagi based on how they talked about the land’s geography.”

“Clever. At least you’ve got the writing system and not some other one like a tattoo. Though a name probably would’ve been best.”

Nodding with a sigh, you silently agreed before dropping your head down to stare at your hands. Small doodles began to appear on your wrist, popping off your skin with vibrant colour.

“(L/N), don’t wear that face. It’ll work out, I’m sure.”

You smiled, head tilting sideways as you gave him a smirk. “Sorry, for not sharing your same level of optimism.”

Getting up from your seat, you thanked the counsellor before heading for the door

As with most, if not all, writing soulmates, whenever you tried to write out your name, location, even appearance, the ink would fade away before you could finish writing the last letter.

Groaning, you watched your name fade once again from your inner wrist before spinning your pen between your fingers. Flipping your arm over, you look at the previous conversation which had yet to fade away.

“How’s the university stuff going?” Their handwriting was messy, luckily not unreadable. But occasionally a character was written so badly that without the context of the others surrounding it, you wouldn’t be able to read it at all. Japanese not being your primary language didn’t help at all.

“Definitely could be better.” You had written. “If I don’t get accepted, I’ll likely have to go home.”

Sadly, without ever having met in person, there was no way of proving that your soulmate was a resident of Japan. Your soulmate, luckily, was smart enough to put together vague clues and missing words.

“I wish finding you was easier.”

Getting your pen between your fingers, you began to write in an unfilled spot of your arm as you continued to walk. “Just talked to my counsellor. I’m going to try and renew my Visa, but I’m not sure if it’ll work.”

Your soulmate didn’t respond immediately, which was expected at this time of day. Tucking your pen away, you aimed for the school’s exit, ready to head home after staying late.

Yamaguchi could feel the burning glare of Tsukishima on his wrist, like an ant under a microscope. Pulling his arm closer, he pulled down his uniform’s sleeve and tucked his pen away. “Stop staring.” The small note was quickly hidden.

Rolling his eyes, the tall blond continued to pack his shoes away. “Why don’t you ask our school’s councillor? They talked to their’s, right?”

With pursed lips, “They did, and I already tried that.”

“And?”

Yamaguchi looked away from his friend for a moment before noticing that Tsukishima was beginning to rise to his feet and grabbed his bag to follow. “He can’t disclose that kind of info.”

“How about class lists, maybe there’s a name that isn’t Japanese?”

The two left the gym with long strides.

“I’ve looked at the school’s grade rankings. If they’re on there, I didn’t see it.”

“Maybe you’re the one who needs glasses,” Tsukishima huffed with a smirk, before slipping off his thin frames to wave in front of his shorter friend’s face. After a moment, he slid them back on. “Have you asked anyone at other schools? Hinata could probably get a hold of them pretty easily.”

“Hmm, I haven’t I’ll ask tomorrow if I remember.”

The two turned their way into a public library, sliding off their backpacks as they settle into empty seats in the mostly silent study lab. In their own wooden cubicles, the two began studying. They flipped through their notes and highlighting as they went.

Further down the row, next to the window, sat another student. Their black bag was leaning against their chair, nearly tipping over from the movement of their leg as it bounces rapidly. From the corner of his eye, Tsukishima could see the blue and white colour of their uniform.

Aoba Johsai.

Just as the thought occurred, a light smack followed by a frustrated curse came from the cubical. Tsukishima rolled his eyes, looking away from the student and back to his notes. Yamaguchi, on the other hand, looked directly at the quivering student with worried eyes. Putting a hand on the back of his chair, he got to his feet.

Tsukishima scoffed, “Where are you going?” but quickly bit his tongue at the dazed look that painted Yamaguchi’s face. He watched confused as Yamaguchi walked toward the window with quiet steps and placed a comforting hand on their shoulder. Tsukishima scoffed and looked back at his notes.

Yamaguchi could feel their back shake under his palm. His crouched, heels hitting the floor so he could look up the worn student’s tear-soaked face. With a gentle voice, “Why are you crying?”

Through crossed arms, they twisted and tucked their head against an elbow and looked down at Yamaguchi. He could still see the bleariness of tears, and the wet made their lashes look long and fresh. They smiled sadly, wiping their nose with a sniffle as they sat up. “It’s nothing. Don’t worry about me. You should go back to what you were doing.”

Yamaguchi hardly took note of their accent or the fact that Tsukishima had looked away from his notes behind him. “It’s fine, I hardly started. Do you need to talk?”

Standing up from his crouch, Yamaguchi pulled over the chair from the cubical over and sat down. “What’s your name?”

“(L/N).” Their hand rubbed their arm as if trying to scratch off the skin before shooting to their laptop and closing a few tabs in rapid succession. They looked over to Yamaguchi, eyes trailing over his olive-brown hair and down to his freckles that sat happily atop his nose and cheeks. They tried to smile, but Yamaguchi could see their muscles pull at the corner of their lips like weights.

“Yamaguchi.” He grinned, opting to ignore their sullen expression despite the tugging it caused in his heart. “So what’s up? Hey, don’t do that, talk to me. You look like you need it.”

Stopped midway through an oncoming brood, (L/N) switched, giving Yamaguchi a pathetic smile. “Aren’t you the leading type?” If anything it felt like talking to their councilour, motherly almost.

“It comes with the job. Now chin up. Let me share this burden.” His grin made (L/N), however sad it sounded, it was something. He smiled wider, gums showing.

“I got rejected from the university I wanted to go to.” Looking back at the empty tabs of their laptop, they reached out and closed the device.

Yamaguchi held his breath, “Are there any others you applied to?”

“Not in Japan.”

The following silence seemed to ring loudly in Yamaguchi’s ears. He pondered for a moment, partly watching as the quiet seems to bring on another slew of tears. “Do you have any options?”

Through chokes that seemed to hurt their throat, (L/N) patted their uniform sleeve against their eyes. “I tried to renew, renew my Visa. But, god but, it might not go through in time, and the, ah. I can only stay.” They breathed a wheeze through their nose, trying to calm their gasping. “My only chance to stay without complications is to find my soulmate. To find them among 126 million people across Japan. 2.3 million in Miyagi.” Their hands thrashed around as they spoke, before gripping the back of their neck with a distressed whimper.

“Well, it seems you’ve narrowed it down. Would you maybe like some help? I’m sure having a second person searching will increase your chances.” Yamaguchi slowly reached for their hands, finding crescent-shaped marks on the back of their nack as he pulled them away.

Despite what he thought was an appealing offer, the Aoba Johsai student shook their head, “I can’t make you do that, this is my problem—”

“Take the offer. If you don’t you’re just gonna regret it later.”

“Tsukki!”

The tall blond hand left his seat, gathered his things, and crept up behind Yamaguchi to give the two an annoyed stare. He dragged his eyes over (L/N)’s rumpled uniform and scoffed, “Just share numbers and let’s go.”

Yamaguchi rolled up the sleeve of his bare arm, clear of any writing’s from his soulmate, and grabbed the pen that Tsukishima held by his cheek. Following his lead, (L/N) did the same, but pulled their own pen off the table to hand to the freckled boy. Through the mess, they ended up switched pens, only to hand them back once their names and numbers were printed.

It was a quick exchange. As the two boys left, Tsukishima nearly pulling Yamaguchi by the collar, the shorter one with freckles maintained a consistent glance over his shoulder at the white and blue uniform.

“Is your pen permanent?” Yamaguchi asked the blond as he trailed his thumb over the dark ink against his inner arm.

“Why would I give you a permanent marker to write on your skin with?” Tsukishima gave the boy a side glance as they wiped and dried the gym floor.

A week from the incident at the library, Yamaguchi and (L/N) had successfully made contact over their phones. But with the school year’s end soon approaching and no clear leads, the search for (L/N)’s soulmate seemed hopeless.

Often, any question Yamaguchi asked was met is a somewhat vague answer about their personality and some interests. And when you don’t personally know the whole population of Miyagi, narrowing people down by anything other than appearance was more difficult than expected.

“I don’t Know Tsukki! But (L/N)’s writing has yet to come off!” He scrubbed at the print. “It’s clear as day!”

The blond huffed. “Whatever. Made any progress?”

The two hit the gym’s corner, effectively finishing their duties and walked towards the storage closet to put everything away.

“Apparently (L/N)’s soulmate is a volleyball captain. So I asked some of the other Miyagi captains with Hinata’s and Aoki’s help but all of the captain’s soulmate systems are different from (L/N)’s.”

Tsukishima hummed with a furrowed brow before dropping the map against the wall. He didn’t do anything else though, letting the olive-haired boy to continue.

“So I had to tell them that their soulmate might not be in Miyagi and maybe somewhere else in the Tohoku region. But that only led them to having another meltdown and— What do I do Tsukki! This is out of my pedigree.”

“Looks like our captain can’t do everything. You got yourself into this mess.”

“I know!”

The silence settled for a moment, and the two left the storage room to join the rest of the team and listen to Ukai’s summary of the practice.

“Has your soulmate said anything as of late?”

The two left the gym behind the rest of their teammates, letting the two other 3rd years lead the way with Ukai to his shop where they all planned to get pork buns at Hinata’s request.

Yamaguchi rolled up his sleeves, seeing (L/N)’s name and number on one, but not any other sign of transferred ink. “Not since last week,” he sighed. “I hope they solved their whole university thing settled, I don’t want them to go back home before we’ve met.”

Yamaguchi had taken a few more steps before noticing Tukkishima has stopped a few feet behind. His head was bowed making his hair (which hadn’t been cut in a while) hang slightly over his glasses. The frames glinted as he shook his head in disbelief and kicked the grown with a frustrated huff. A rock bounced off the pavement and into the grassy ditch off the side of the road.

“You’re so stupid!”

“Hey! We have all the same classes!”

Their teammates had gotten farther down the road now. Biting the inside of his cheek, Tsukishima grabbed the back of his friend’s collar and began to drag him as he spoke angrily into his ear. “You meet a student from another school that needs to find their soulmate so they don’t get sent back home because they got rejected from their university of choice and they’re having troubles with their Visa. And since they wrote on your arm, your soulmate has been radio silent for a week. A soulmate mind you, is also in Miyagi, and having University and Visa issues and needs to find you to stay in Japan. Maybe you do need my glasses, you’re the blind one!”

The rest of the team were staring now. Watching as the tallest member chewed out their captain with biting words. No one said a word once the two caught up and became silent.

“Okay calm down,” Ukai stepped forward, open palms pulsing down toward the ground. “There’s no need to get all huff—”

Yamaguchi screamed, causing multiple lights to turn on among the neighbouring houses and a couple of dogs to bark in response. “I AM AN IDIOT!”

The Karasuno team watched in stunned silence as Yamaguchi ran ahead, past each player without a glance and pulled out his phone.

“(L/N), I found your soulmate!” he screamed into the device. “IT’S ME!”

I am really bad at writing comforting characters cause I am really bad at comforting people, I think (I’ve been told otherwise, though. Guess it depends on the situation). - Bacon

Posted: 29/08/2021

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