#1st POV

[writingthy]

One Week Writing

I wanna challenge myself to write a ten-chapter novel in 1 week - starting today. Yes, I am making stuff hard for me while y'know school. BUT! Reading through y'all's works really inspired me and y'know this is my first time really publishing something in this app so why not? Let's finish 2024 with something productive.

... fingers crossed that procrastination does not get me.

edit: y'all, thanks for the responses, to keep up this week here's an UPDATE to this challenge!

2nd edit: Y'ALL IT'S BEEN ONE WEEK AND I FINALLY FINISHED THIS CHALLENGE. CAN'T BELIEVE IN ALL OF THOSE THAT SEEN THIS POST AND EVERYONE THAT REPLIED- Thanks to y'all's support. Here's the post regarding the ending of this challenge of mine ONE WEEK WRITING ENDING.

If any of you guys wanna read my work, feel free to criticize me as I want to learn from y'all's feedback. Here's the link: Drylilies (https://www.tumblr.com/writingthy/769558748325920768/drylilies?source=share)

Thank's y'all. ADVANCE MERRY CHRISTMAS!

[blackrosesandwhump]

Augusnippets Day 7: Choking

CW: 1st person pov, Gothic whump, chains, choking, breath whump

Bound in chains and nearly speechless with terror, I knelt on the stone floor and peered desperately into the shadows. My tormenter hid there; in the dim light I caught a glimpse of deeper blackness, the suggestion of a face, the movement of a hand. But I couldn’t see him. I saw only a length of chain stretching back into the dark.

“What…what do you want with me?” I managed to whisper.

In answer, the chain jerked taut, tightening around my neck. I choked and dropped to my knees. I couldn’t breathe. My useless throat spasmed. My pinioned body tensed and struggled, fighting for air.

“If you must ask, you don’t deserve my mercy,” came the voice from the shadow. Familiar. Something about it felt familiar. For a moment, I froze, stilled by the horrible realization that this voice was one I had heard before.

Then my terrified struggle resumed. I felt myself fading, strangled into unconsciousness. Whether I would wake from it, I didn’t know.

“It should be obvious,” came the voice slowly, dimly. “I want you to suffer. I want to torture you until you beg for death but find only terrible, excruciating life.”

@augusnippets

[fromtheshadowsnyc2]

“Hey, you aren’t like…serial killers or something, right?”

“No, no we’re not serial killers. We’re not exactly—normal. But we’re not serial killers.”

“Just another group of weirdos living in New York, huh?”

He snorts again, quickly turning into a chuckle.

“Oh, you have no idea.”

Summary: A young wannabe investigative journalist's life changes after delivering pizza to an alleyway one night.

Entry 1: New York State of Mind

Entry 2: The Delivery

Entry 3: New Assignment

[tildeathiwillwrite]

Magic Whump Week Day 4

9/26: Loss of Control / "Leave me alone!" / bonus: emotional powers

Prompts List | Masterpost

Fandom: Original Work

Words: 200

Tag List: @fourwingedsnake @whumperofworlds @pigeonwhumps @mr-orion @scaewolf

@the-ellia-west

CW: death mention, panic attack, magic whump, angst

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No.

Everything seems to… stop.

This isn’t happening.

Blood roars in my ears, drowning out whatever the messenger says after the fateful message.

They’re gone.

I can’t breathe.

They can’t be gone.

My chest heaves, but my lungs do not draw air. Can’t draw air.

I promised them… and now….

…now….

Someone touches my shoulder, jolting me roughly into the present. “Hey, are you okay?”

It’s one of my teammates. They look concerned. They don’t understand.

Can’t understand.

“Leave me alone!” I snap, pulling away.

They stare at me, wide-eyed, their eyes fixed on my arms.

I don’t need to look down to know the dark, vein-like tendrils are visible beneath my skin. My powers are responding to my emotions, pushing against me, trying to break free.

And I can’t stop them.

An explosion of pure darkness envelops me as I fall to my knees, pressing in as the tears finally begin to flow. I hear shouting from somewhere in the darkness, but I cannot understand the words.

They’re gone.

Everything I had done was to protect them.

And now…

They’re dead.

It was all for nothing.

[confused-aroace-noises]

Why are You Blushing? - Part 2 | Ace x reader | One Piece

A continuation of my pettiness winning over my desperation. And i have serious regrets now as I make myself some soup half asleep at 3am.

Part 1

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*AHHHHHhhhh i should have just kissed him. Curse you, pettiness. I wanted it so bad. I am so freakin desperate. But NO ego has other plans.*

ts like 3 30 am. The safest time. The one time when the late sleepers are asleep and the early risers are asleep too. And as everyone was celebrating our recent win either they were drunk asleep or wounded and dead asleep, the whole ship was super quite.

I sigh.... a lot, as i heat up some water in kitchen to make myself some cup soup.( i hoarded a lot of those from the latest island. How was i even alive without them? who knows). I keep replaying the moments from last night. Well barely 4 hours because my eyes wouldn't shut anymore even though i felt like i still needed an eternity worth of sleep. And i was having serious regrets. I could still see his cute freckles, his breath, his touch, his eyes, our closeness.....AHHHHHHH why? why? WHY? did i do that? That was literally a god given chance ( even if i don't believe in them)

" I have no one else to curse but myself. Curse you.... I should've just pounced him while i had the chance. " SIGHHHHHHhhhhh.

I gasp as i hear a sound near my ear and simultaneously arms snake around my waist. ACE .Frick. My hands go to my mouth covering them both in surprise and embarrassment.

He chuckles as he rests his head on my shoulder, too close to my ear for me to be able to pretend that it does not affect me. " Pounce on whom Love?"

The water is almost done, small bubbles slowly appearing at the bottom of the saucepan. My heart beats faster. I blush, wanting to hide the sound of my speeding heart but i am pretty sure its louder than anything in this room. But i try to keep a facade on. I can't be defeated that easily. " You, who else." I say trying to sound nonchalant but i can feel the embarrassment leaking through my words.

One of his hands travels lower to my thigh lightly caressing while the other stays at my waist and he hides his nose in the crook of my neck his breath on my skin, his voice coming out a bit muffled. " Then why don't you? "

I don't answer his questions. My brain overloading from his touches. MY BRAIN IS STILL TOO ASLEEP TO EVEN PROCESS THIS. i don't answer him. Searching my brain desperately for a comeback which does not scream that i am desperate but my ego won't let me beg.

He places a light kiss on my neck which makes me flinch and my eyes widen, " You know i can literally feel you blush, right?"

I have this habit of rubbing my neck whenever i feel embarrassed or shy, but his HEAD IS THERE, so instead i stare at the boiling water, fumbling with the spoon in my hand. I can feel his chest against my back, his hand making innocent circles on the side of my thigh while my brain is filled with anything but innocence " The water is already boiling" He says,....very teasingly. But i don't have enough rational left in me to comprehend.

" huh?" I say like a deer in headlights.

" The water is done. "

" oh...OHH yeah. " I switch off the heat and try my best to come up with something which my usual self would say and the best way to do that is just...................... well...... ramble. ANd i do exactly that trying to take my mind off all his loving touch but fail at it miserably. " Yeah my brain is just asleep right now. I like woke up just a while ago. This is like the time when my rational is like out on a walk somewhere, I get super emotional. And then i say stuff to people and then cringe on it the next day thinking what the frick was i even thinking. Wait, why are you still awake though?"

He rests his chin on my shoulder and looks over at what i am doing as i pour myself some soup in a cup. " Couldn't sleep."........." Are you done? " I mix the soup in my cup and reply thinking, finally i'll get some distance and maybe my brain will reboot. " Yeah I'm done."

As soon i say those words, He twists me around so that i face him, shifts the cup to the side and picks me up and seats me on the counter, his hands on either sides. My eyes wide in surprise at his quickness. He leans closer smiling, *my god BREATH BREATH.* " You know your heart was beating so loud. I would be a fool if i resist anymore even if i want to take it slow and nice." His eyes, focused on my lips, which makes me gulp and i immediately curse my brain bc he 100 % saw that. I subconsciously move back but don't get far as My head touches the upper cabinets and he notices that and smirks. I feel my heart skip which makes me want to clutch my chest to calm myself down , but he is already holding them down against the counter. My eyes close as i feel our nose touch and he takes my lips. The time feels short and even i wouldn't even notice if an eternity passes.His lips are soft. He is gentle, his hands intertwining with mine on the counter. I want to hold onto this feeling, his warmth, his touch, his everything. My first kiss with Ace.

He breaks the kiss and moves his hands away letting mine free and they immediately go to my face as i blush and try to calm my breath down. He chuckles. *ahh soo CHARMING* but he is laughing at me. His hands go to my thighs as he stands between my legs.

" Why are you blushing love? "

" You look adorable."

"I haven't even done anything though......yet."

I roll my eyes smiling but wanting to hit him for teasing me. My attacks against me. WOW, how creative is what i want to say but they are super affective. he tilts his head as he teases and i sit speechless , my mind going haywire from not being able to decide whether i should focus on his hands, his voice, his light blush from the kiss, his lips or his closeness. I feel overwhelmed and aroused. And i just look at him dumbfounded and blushing as he enjoys the current silence and decides to hit me with " Weren't you gonna pounce me ?"

I whine lightly hitting him lightly on his shoulder. " ACEEeee......."

I wrap my legs and arms around him and smash my lips against him. In the way that i imagined countless times laying in my bed at night. Its desperate and needy and he replies back to it with the same desperation. HIs hands snake up to my hair and his thumb caressing my jaw as hums into my lips. He picks me up as if i weigh nothing still ravishing my lips, switches off the kitchen light and walks back to my room holding onto me.

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The sun slowly rises. The lights in the kitchen are off, but the sunlight slowly creeps in providing light warmth to the neglected cup and the cold soup within as they sit lonely on the counter beside an empty saucepan, in an empty room......... forgotten.( ahhh poor soup. I wanna have soup too but i drank all of it and then forgot to buy more. AHHHH GIVE ME SOUPP.(┬┬﹏┬┬) )

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And i just look at him dumbfounded and blushing as he enjoys the current silence and decides to hit me with the DDU-DU DDU-DU DU..........oh yeah oh yeah

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i hoarded a lot of those from the latest island. How was i even alive without them? who knows

I know

You know

Lee know

[aki-hanah]

Surviving in the Abyss as a Wind Spirit

Chapter 3: Peter Pan and Tinkerbell

As soon as I woke up I found myself on the table inside of some makeshift moldy tent. Looking around I was startled to be greeted by his curious azure eyes staring straight at me.  I stared back at him in trepidation. He attempted to pet me. I instinctively reeled back. He stopped. I stopped.

‘This was awkward. Terrifying, but awkward.’

“s-sorry" he said whilst adorning a longing and somewhat regretful expression.

‘Now this makes me feel bad’ she thinks to herself as her perspective of him shifts

Sure, he was a relentless murder machine in the story however, now, he was just a child, not yet the Childe but a child. A child like any of the other millions. He was scared, curious, friendly……not murder-y(yet?)

With great hesitation, trying my best to resist my survival instincts I trudge toward his open palm and

*boop*

It was so much bigger than me. It was soft and warm. Against my better judgement, I let out an audible purr as my small black fur-like feathers puffed up in contentment.

“How interesting”, Skirk remarks as she enters and walks towards us causing me to hide behind his hand only to be picked up and grabbed by her to inspect me.

“While it has been some time since I’ve returned to the surface if memory serves me right, this is a wind spirit. They often appear in areas with high anemo energy concentration, however….I had thought this species went extinct….or evolved and became the Anaemograna” she continues

After a good minute, she tosses me back to Ajax saying “It’s harmless, do what you wish, however don’t let it get in the way of your training” before walking away to give the both of us some space.

I. WAS. SHAKING

If I had a proper digestive system, I’d probably soil myself with the predatorial stare she was giving me. It felt as if she was dissecting me with her piercing pink eyes.

“Are you ok?” He asks with a worried but curious gaze as he looks down at me. I give a small chirp in reply

“Good, my name is Ajax and that was my master Skirk earlier. She’s a bit…..different from normal adults but she’s not a bad person”

“How about you, do you have a name?” I shake my head at this and look up expectantly hoping he’d give me one to complete the quest.

“Oh, can I give you one?” I nodded eagerly

“How about….Feathers?” Really kid, is this all you’ve got I thought to myself as I prepared to nod and accept my faith right before a notification popped up

[STYSTEM NOTICE: THE NAME ‘FEATHERS’ IS A D RANK NAME]

[IF ACCEPTED (*1) MULTIPLYER WILL BE USED ON REWARDS]

[CONFIRM NAME [/] [x]]

‘System, what’s the highest multiplier with their rank possible?’ I ask with curiosity

[STYSTEM NOTICE: A rank gives a (*2.5) multiplier for rewards]

I see Ajax looking at me expectantly before I shake my head ‘Sorry kid but I really need those rewards’

He looked a bit dejected and then all of a sudden with a newfound determination he took a deep breath and started going through names one by one

“Aria, Zamir, Chip, Paulie, Pixie, Tori” he said speeding through names only for me to shake my head and reject each and every one.

By the end of the whole ordeal, he was gasping for air and looked slightly frustrated.

“Common, I think Mr. Beaks is a lovely name” he said desperate

[STYSTEM NOTICE: THE NAME ‘MR. BEAKS’ IS AN F RANK(*.5) NAME]

[CONFIRM NAME [/] [x]]

‘Deny, Sorry kid, hard pass’ I think to myself as I shake my head much to his desolation.

Just before he was about to start round two Skirk entered, holding two pairs of swords and handing one to Ajax saying “Get ready, some slimes are approaching the base. If you defeat them in under 5 minutes, I might give you a break for today”

[sxthee]

Feel free to answer or tag your reasons why!

Personally, I like 3rd POV as it enables the author to explore different kind of characters seamlessly if done right! I just love seeing different perspectives so much as i want to explore the characters deeply. I mean, sure, 1st POV could do that too! But without often/frequently changing POVs (typically thru next chapters). Maybe this is a personal taste, but I don't like the frequent switching of POVs; I'd like it to be consistent of some sort. I dunno, personally it disrupts the immersion for me? Idk qwq Wherein in 3rd POV, there are some transitionary devices/words that allow authors to further srive the point that "we're exploring this one now" seamlessly, and if done right, is satisfying.

Personally, with 3rd POV, it enables the author to further explain the intent of the character — the way they move, and possibly think, and describe the surroundings even more.

I know that 1st POV is limited since we follow the protagonist's narration, which can be interesting in its own aspect! (and i know it can describe their surroundings still and establish some stuff). But I simply just prefer the versatility of 3rd POV.

[anoddworld]

Star-crossed

Journal Entry 1

An artistic rendition of the Supernatural Celestial, Galvana. I feel as though I forgot something... oh well.

[sweetlullabyebye]

Love to think about Charles very enthusiastically talking about the day him and Edwin met like 'we were in an attic and we spent all night together talking about our lives and stuff and he read to me until I fell asleep' and just forgetting to mention that he was dying of hypothermia and internal bleeding and probably in horrible pain

Main point of his story is that they haven't spent a day apart since then

[writingthy]

One Week Writing ENDING!

Y'ALL IT'S BEEN ONE WEEK NOW AND I HAVE FINALLY FINISHED THIS CHALLENGE!

just finished posting the tenth and last chapter of my novel, Drylilies.

If you wanna read it, here's the link:

Drylilies https://www.tumblr.com/writingthy/769558748325920768/drylilies?source=share

I wanna thank everyone who supported me all throughout these days. I can't believe I actually finished this, without procrastination tempting me to sleep the day off.

This gay-ass filipino will now take a long-awaited break as I indulged my sleepless nights writing about sapphic angst. LET'S ALL WELCOME 2025 WITH A BANG (no innuendo pls) and again, Thanks y'all!

[blackrosesandwhump]

Final list! The end of the month got really busy so I didn't do two of the prompts. Oh well.

Augusnippets Masterlist

Day 1: Brainwashing (2nd pov from whumper's perspective, Gothic whump)

Day 4: Vivisection (vampire whumpee, Gothic whump)

Day 7: Choking (1st pov, Gothic whump, breath whump)

Day 10: Fake Execution (Gothic whump, hanging)

Day 13: Poisoning (Gothic whump, hero whumpee)

Day 16: Dehumanisation/Conditioning (Gothic whump, vampire whumper, human whumpee)

Day 19: Branded (Gothic whump, winged whumpee, 2nd pov from whumper's perspective)

Day 25: Reluctant Whumper (Gothic whump, vampire whumper)

[popipopipopipopipo000]

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

Zoom in for a better look!

Okay last Jason Todd for today. Working w perspective is so fun when u actually know what you’re doing lol

[fourwingedwriter]

Exhausted

AN: Not the longest or best addition, but it's still something

First Part - Previous - Other Nameless Stuff

CWs: fever whump, exhaustion

Caretaker POV

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The kitchen table was oddly comforting against my forehead as I flitted between awareness and a shallow sleep. The nights have been restless and exhausting rather than refreshing.

"Tracker? Leader? What's going on?" I look up to find Shooter standing in the doorway, obviously concerned about what we're doing up this early, "It's four in the morning."

I rubbed my eyes, avoiding my sibling's piercing gaze, "Whumpee has a fever." I started standing up, "I should be in there with her. She's asleep for now but I wouldn't be able to forgiv-"

"Tracker." Her hands meet my shoulders, "Go to bed. I will watch her. She won't know you've left her if she's asleep."

"I-" my voice failed me, "Shooter you know I-"

"I will drug you and make you sleep if you don't do it on your own." She gave me a look I knew not to mess with, having seen it on our father many times.

"Fine." I turned and made my way to the door, audibly hearing my sister turn on Leader.

"You too. Go wake up Monk and give them instructions. If they complain tell her it's a favor for their wife."

I walked into the room and instinctively glanced at Whumpee. She's less pale now, sleeping somewhat peacefully. I know I can trust Shooter to care for her, but I can't help myself when I walk her way.

I sit beside her and hold her hand, my head resting on the matress beside her legs.

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Whumpee POV

I woke up and immediately felt like the weight of the building had been placed on my bones. I felt myself groan, blinking awake and noticing it was night once again.

Looking through my surroundings, I found Caretaker sitting beside me. His fingers were laced with mine, something I would have cringed from had it been Whumper.

My limbs feel lighter than before, so I'm. able to reach over with my other hand and gently brush through his curly hair. I've always loved how curls always bounce back when you move them.

"I'm so sorry," I whisper, realizing he's likely passed out due to my unfortunate timing the previous night.

I rest into my pillows once more, but as I lean back I see a bit of movement in the window across the room. A woman a few years older than myself and Caretaker sat there, her hair an almost exact replica of his, just longer.

She watches me for a moment before walking over, "How are you feeling?"

Not knowing her, I'm hesitant to respond, but eventually I say, "Better."

"Good. My brother's been worried sick about you. I've never seen him get so worked up about a new person," she briefly glanced at our hands, "He's a good person. I'd trust him with any life. You're in good hands."

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Tagging: @tildeathiwillwrite @whumperofworlds @rainbowsandwhumperflies

[rosedmuse]

on my way home; for harusoie 550 & valentine's 2023

Closing my eyes, I take a little breather. I know there's no use panicking over ending yet another day still with unfinished business; but working under pressure isn't quite a forte of mine. There's just too much to do; so much to learn. I could almost feel myself being a mere few ticks away from exploding like a bomb. Figuratively, at least. (I think.) "Seonne?" But a familiar voice, as lovely as sweet mornings, seem to pulse a series of the calmest waves within me; immediately feeling as though the invisible weights have been relieved from my chest. My home and my refuge. All becomes well when he's here.

A tired stance. An aching head. A conflicted sigh. Dim lights illuminating countless scripts, formulas, and illustrations. Buried deep into one textbook after another for hours, jutting down important notes all while. But I can't stop until I have seen and remembered each and every one of them. Unfortunately. I glance at the clock, unknowingly. It's the setting sun I catch a glimpse of through the curtains that hints me of nightfall coming very soon. Closing my eyes, I take a little breather. I know there's no use panicking over ending yet another day still with unfinished business; but working under pressure isn't quite a forte of mine. There's just too much to do; so much to learn. I could almost feel myself being a mere few ticks away from exploding like a bomb. Figuratively, at least. (I think.) "Seonne?" But a familiar voice, as lovely as sweet mornings, seem to pulse a series of the calmest waves within me; immediately feeling as though the invisible weights have been relieved from my chest. My home and my refuge. All becomes well when he's here. "Haruto-san!" I quickly rise, eager to hold him close after a long day's worth of suffering hard work. "Great timing, as always." "Naturally." He proceeds to plant a soft kiss atop of my head. (Odd, the ache's magically gone.) "So, how are you?" I groan heavily in response. He only lets out a small chuckle. "That's alright. Hereー"he places a cold drink on the table, "ーgot ya yer favorite." "...You really didn't have to." "But I want to." And then there's absolutely no way I can argue any further with that. Simply flashing him a smile, he pushes a straw into the lid, and offers it to me afterwards. I mouth the words 'thank you' but I received an 'I love you' in return. Really, he's impossible sometimes. But that's just what makes him everything I could ever ask for. Haruto sits next to my chair Despite turning my focus back to the textbook in front of me, I could still feel his pretty, lilac eyes watching my every move. I take a small sip of the drink he bought; as I secretly brace myself for the next set of teases, jokes, and pranks I believe he is to throw at me right about... now. "I'm... sorry I can't help ya there." Using every ounce of energy in my body to force myself not to spit the awfully large sip I just made in anticipation, I remain still. Out of all the things I half-expected him to say, that isn't even in the list. "Wh-where did that come from?" I try to pump up the mood by unleashing my most cheerful self but stammering before I could even begin my sentence is unironically doing wonders for my anxiety. "I just..." Haruto falters, "I want to help you with that college stuff of yers, but..." "Haruto-san, no!" I hurriedly take both his hands in mine, my voice trembling more and more as I continue snatching whatever words I can from my blank slate of a brain. "I swear, just your presence here with me is already more than enough help. You know very well that all I need is you, remember?" But he doesn't respond. Not right away. And the ache's gone to my heart. "I know this isn't the time to bring this up but..." He takes a long, deep breath. "It's never too late for you to come back to theater; to the stage." Like him, I take my time to react. We've had a heart-to-heart talk about this exact same thing not so long before, I remember it as clear as day. It was a hard topic to discuss, and it still is today; but then, it's going to be an issue we will keep having misunderstandings about if we keep running away from it. Maybe now's the time we finally get this all over with. "Haruto-san," I say quietly, as I swallow down the lump in my throat, "You already know that that's exactly the reason why I'm going through all this, right?" As if unable to hold his tongue and temper in check any longer, Haruto clicks his tongue, and with very furrowed brows, he sternly says, "that's the reason everyone else forced you to believe in and do, Seonne." A hole pierces straight into the depths my heart. A wound. I considered squeezing myself out of the hot seat as I would usually do, but not a single lie of mine can get through him. Haruto knows me too well that it's both flattering and quite scary at the same time. Probably realizing his sudden semi outburst, Haruto hastily diverts his gaze away from me. "...Sorry, I shouldn't have said anything." He appears to be torn between leaving or staying, but I stop him with a tight hug from his behind his back before he could even come up with a decision. "That's what I love about you," I say languidly into his clothes. "Hah?" "I said," I repeat, raising my head up a few inches to meet his eyes already staring onto mine, "That's what I love about you. "You were courageous enough to leave everything behind to pursue your first loveーacting." He turns around to face me whilst not wanting to detatch himself too much from my grasp. "Too bad I wasn't able to do the same. And I regret it every second of my life. But you inspire me, Haruto-san, and you've been the very reason why I too can never let go of my first loveーdance." "Seonne..." "I just know I need to do this, Gen-chan." I gently lean onto his forehead with mine, and he melts unto my touch in an instant. "I have something I want to prove to myself and the people around me. Surely we're on the same page on knowing that kind of feeling." "...Hell yeah, yer right," he affirms in his cute Kansai dialect. I take this as a good sign, for he has this tendency to lose his standard Japanese accent when he's in a really genuine mood. "Then you'll let me do this. Trust me, I won't give up on you nor any of my goals and dreams." I wait patiently for him to accept my conviction, but after sensing that he seems to be waiting for me as well to say some magic word, I profoundly give in. "I promise we'll one day stand together to share GOD-za's centerstage, just as what we have always been meant to do." Looking content, Haruto's face lights up with a proud smile. He takes my hand and presses another kiss at the back of my palm. "I expect no less from you, Seonne. I'll be waiting." "I love you more, Haruto." "Haaah?" he growls, his eyebrows all knitted again, "That should be my line, damn it!" People may think it's romantic. Some, a waste of time. Others, most likely indifferent. But none of that matters; for all we need to strive on forward with our lives are already within our reach. Passion. Ambition. And one another, as each other's safest sanctum. Don't worry, Haruto-san. I mentally tell myself, as he drags me out of his apartment; his two younger brothers already by the front yard, each of them holding bouquets and chocolates to match the special occasion. I'm on my way home.

[aki-hanah]

Surviving in the Abyss as a Wind Spirit

Chapter 2: A god-er....Archon Send?

‘Huh?, What is this, who are you? And where am I?’

[CONFIRMATION OF ACCEPTANCE [/] [x]]

‘Ey! Answer the question’ I say a tad annoyed

[CONFIRM REJECTION? [/] [x]]

‘W-wait, wait, errr…ummm, x, x!’ I say in a fit of panic

[CONFIRMATION OF ACCEPTANCE [/] [x]]

‘Accept, Accept!’ I reply all too eager

[WELCOME NEW PLAYER]

A wave of relief soon washed over me. Being trapped in an unknown area (well not totally), having the fanfic cliché of a system is practically a god- er- archon send.

[ > OPEN MENU [/] [x]]

‘Confirm’

‘Hm? Why is my name blank?’ I ask squinting at the menu screen

[QUEST: FIND A SUITABLE NAME]

‘What, no no no no no, I don’t need to find one, my name is ********’

‘What?’

[STYSTEM NOTICE: THE NAME ‘********’ IS PQV CXCKNCDNG]

‘Huh? Ok then…I guess I’ll make do with, uhhh, Asher?’

[NOTICE: DOES NOT MEET QUEST REQUIREMENTS]

[OPEN QUEST DETAILS? [/] [x]]

‘Confirm’

[QUEST: FIND A SUITABLE NAME

  REQUIREMENTS:

  [_] MUST BE GIVEN BY SOMEONE ELSE

  REWARDS:

   UNLOCK SHOP, UNLOCK PARTY SET UP, UNLOCK FRIENDS,

UNLOCK CHARACTER SCREEN,  1000 MORA, 10000EXP]

‘What!? I can’t even give myself a name!?’

[NOTICE: IF THE NAME IS GIVEN BY THE PLAYER, THE QUEST WILL BE CLOSED AND THE FOLLOWING REWARDS WILL NOT BE GIVEN: 1000MORA, 10000EXP]

[DECLINE QUEST? [/] [x]]

‘No, no, cancel, uhh, proceed with quest’ I hastily reply, after all, what use is the shop if I don’t have enough mora, plus knowing the world of Teyvat, specifically the abyss, I’m going to need all the strength I can get.

[QUEST CONFIRMED] ‘phew’ I let out a sigh of relief

[NOTICE: PLAYER IS ABOUT TO WAKE UP]

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