#AND i get to write TWO WHOLE ESSAYS im so happy

[geee-three]

got chocolate milk life is fantastic

[thatdeadaquarius]

Have some more language brainrot for your brainrot

Writer reader getting kind of insecure that even if they write something nobody will understand it, so when Al haithem askes you if he can keep a draft or two just for analyzing, there's hesitant agreement but ultimately you tell him to please burn the documents once he's done. They're too awkward to look at now...

Only he doesn't burn them, in fact he ends up recruiting several people close to the creator with knowledge of olden speak to analyze them. A funeral parlor consultant well known for his historical knowledge, a 500 year old shrine maiden who owns and runs her own publishing house, and a bard who somehow butted his way in on the project. None of them could resist the opportunity to witness the creator's sacred scriptures with their own eyes.

Needless to say, the papers ended up being fought over and have been making their rounds around your acolytes. It started with Ei, who insisted that as an archon she also should see the creator's work with her own eyes. Then once Ningguang found out, she ordered they be handed over to a team of literary analysts in order to be properly handled and deciphered. Things got really messy quick, but have luckily come to a halt as none of the acolytes want the creator to know their random writings are being fought over.

Especially when it comes to the creator's sullen additute. Their acolytes first have to convince their holiness that their inability to read and understand the creator's writing shouldn't prevent you from doing what you love. In fact... could they convince you to write some more?

WRITER OR READER WITH TALENTS HAS MY WHOLE HEART LIKE-

On one hand, same 💀 id be terrified for my all time fav skrunklies to see my bs

But at the same time i rlly wanna show them goddamit- THANK U FOR THE BRAIN FOOD IM RUNNING LAPS AROUND MY HOUSE THINKING ABT THIS-

Sun: Gender Neutral Reader (they/them), Writer!Reader

Planet: Language Shenanigans

Orbit: Scenario

Stars: Alhaitham mostly, some of Kaveh, mentions of other Sumeru characters

Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: Insecure about craft/writing, anxious first pov (not serious),

& Trigger Warnings: Mild Negative self-talk, insecure perspective/reader “you”, possible anxiety depiction.

You were not a very confident writer.

This had been an avoidable feeling ever since you picked up a pen for the first time and were asked to write a story for school.

You were always anxious turning in essays, letting friends proofread them, anything that would expose your writing to more eyes, because you’d learned the hard way early on that as you get older and better at something, the stuff from the beginning… starts to look a lot different than you remember.

things you used to be proud of after having completed them in the moment, were something you struggled not to rip to shreds a year or two after you re-found it.

If it weren’t for other writers advising holding onto old work so you can see your progress over time, you’d have probably literally nothing older than one year on your ao3, wattpad, etc…

So when you had the fortunate luck (no it is not unfortunately, you are very happy to be here tbh) to fall headfirst into your video game you’ve been obsessed with lately,

You were not planning on showing them any of your writing.

Why would you, after all? You’ve got the weapons, the artifacts, everything they need to be more powerful. Why would you show them a silly little story you wrote? Fanfic or otherwise, not that theyll recognize any characters besides themselves, but still.

Alhaitham, bc ofc it was alhaitham, cocky, deviously aware bastard he is, caught you writing in your spare time first.

You’d gotten your hands on an old journal (if made you feel better than something completely new, a nice worn leather journal, sold at a secondhand shop from an old adventurer) and had started to write what you could remember about some of your ideas you’d had drafts for in your old world

After initially walking in on you writing in the House of Daena (it was the closest you could get to lofi girl, god u missed her lmao), you nearly jumped a foot in the air bc Haitham’s a nosy bitch and leaned over your shoulder and scared the absolute shit out of you, mans goes from asking politely, to begging you to let him read some of your writing over the course of 3 weeks (a month really)

Finally, after this 6 ft (about 180cm) man leans down one day (you’re sitting writing again), and gives you the most insanely good?? puppy dog eyes??? you’ve ever seen on a man???

you give in, revise a draft about 5 times in a row, lose sleep bc ur having a breakdown about alhaitham judging ur writing the night before you give him his copy-

and hand over a small short story for him to read. you specifically leave a little note not to judge you so hard for Haitham bc u werent used to people reading ur work/let alone someone as highly academic as him, ESPECIALLY since your speech is already so much more archaic than his/all of Teyvats-

His stupid green eyes with diamonds look into your soul (are they sparkling??) and he braces your shoulders after you give him his copy,

“Mine Greatest Guide, you hath deemed this one worthy of thy trust of your creations personally, I would be a fool to gaze upon it in jest. To take this work as anything less than a masterpiece in its infant stages.”

…you just leave him to it, and are nearly running out of there (u managed to be calm enough to just speedwalk),

and you make a point to not ask what he thought about it, or even bring it up at all

you’re kind of hoping he forgot tbh… and so nothing happens!

◇

Nothing happens… for 2 weeks after you gave Haitham a copy of your short story.

You still don’t know Alhaitham’s opinion when you see the advertisement, a sign saying something about, a new book? By YOU???

You nearly start a mob because the shopkeeper insisted you sign some copies, but you only signed a few before too many people overwhelmed you, and seeing it was that same draft- !! Oh god, you’d been agonizing over the spelling errors you’d missed when you gave it to Alhaitham, and now it’s just out there???

(luckily it seems the reviews are positive, but dammit you’ve been rereading ur story u gave him for days, and now ur positive it’s shit-)

You make a break for it, and are literally running (more like speed-walking after a while, since u got further away) thru Sumeru City:

you pass by the open patio of a restaurant, the scholars are heatedly discussing ur characterization-

you pass by Dehya, Candace, and Dunyazard, the merc is waving around a copy of ur book, the other two women look excited abt the conversation-

oh my god-

Nahida is relaxing in one of the many little gazebos thruout Sumeru, while Wanderer seems to be reading your story to her-

You fucking track down Alhaitham’s house like a bloodhound.

You are banging the infamous gay roommates’ front door, panting til ur throat burns raw.

“Yes, yes, alright, greetings to you too! I was simply visiting the Acting Grand Sage Alhaitham, tis why I’m here- Greatest Lord?!”

Kaveh is nearly jumps a foot in the air at the sight of you, but recovers, (you’re still not tho lmao)

and invites you in bc apparently, Alhaitham’s been meaning to talk to you about your draft you gave him!

Oh yeah, you’ve got some words to give Haitham after giving him that damn draft privately-

But when he sees you, the fucker just- smiles??

Like he’s done nothing wrong???

You’re about to tear into him when he speaks first to tell you the good news!

He grabs your hands at the table and gets down on one knee, ohhhh no.

Alhaitham is giving you those damn begging puppy dog eyes again.

“My Greatest Lord, Giver of Power, and Guide to All, your exquisite story has entranced all of Teyvat, might I please insist you write a sequel? It is an excellent literary piece to analyze… or perhaps, even better, share other stories you’ve written??”

…

….Motherfucker.

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Hello I’m alive! I just took a longer-than-usual break between posts from those last 2 mammoth pieces about gifts,

1: bc they were a lot to write in between writing other stuff like fanfics im already working on lol 2: I got busy with holidays and trying to apply to jobs!

Not that I’m still not doing that.. but you get what I mean!

Safe Travels Anon,

That being said, as you’ve probably noticed, I’ve made a kofi! so if you ever liked my writing (hot mess it is) and want to show me some love, feel free to leave a tip! :]

Iced coffee?? :0

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@karmawonders / @0rah-s / @randomnatics / @glxssynarvi / @nexylaza / @genshin-impacts-me / @wholesomey-artist / @thedevioussmirk / @the-dumber-scaramouche

[isimarie2]

i think i got a little carried away

Chloe and Red go together to school for months

Chloe and Red begin to fall in love over time they go

Chloe is extremly closeted but someday when Red and Chloe are in an intensive staring contest Chloe breaks

She kisses Red and Red kisses back after a moment

Chloe tells Red that she is in love with her but she cant be and tells Red that they cant be together at the Moment

Red is hurt but tells her that shes wiling to wait for her "ill wait for you because im in love with you princess and thats why i wait till youre ready"

Chloe only stares at Red and turns away and runs because everything overwhelms her at that moment

She always had the dream of her perfect fairytail Story were she finds her prince but why is she so stupid and falls in love with a girl

She cries her self to slep this night and dosent notice that Red didnt came back

After two months the Sommer break arived and they go theire separate ways

Chloe goes back home and has panic atacks because she cant accepts that shes in love with Red and is scared that her family thinks that shes a freak

Red writes her to meet her at the enchanted Lake to talk and Chloe becomes a panic attack and her brother comes in and sees what happens and comforts Chloe

They talk and he finds out about the felings she has for Red she thinks hes gona be mad but he just sayes "i love you for who you are sis and it dosent mater who you love"

She tells him that Red wants to talk with her by the Lake and he tells her that she schould go and talk to her and that he will cover for her

so Chloe goes to the Lake they Fight and Red runs away with a broken heart (redssgirll Story is the perfect explaination what happened there)

After that night they didnt talk and when Chloe goes back to school she sees that Red is not there and just thinks that she will come later in the evening

but after a month of Red not returning to school she panics she calls Bridget if she knows were Red is but she only thought that Red was with her over the Sommer break and now in school

(Red wrote a Letter to the Principal and stated that she cant atend school at the Moment and faked her mothers signature)

Chloe hangs up and calls her brother and they both decide to search for Red

Bridget cals Ella and ask her what happened betwenn them and Ella dosent know so she orders Chloe to talk and they find out that Chloe is in love with Red because it sliped her out while rambling and because shes stressed as f

she panics but her parents are suportive about it

and then they locate Red with a spell

Ending 1 Happy

Chloe finds Red and tells her how much she loves her and that shes ready to try Red for the begining is realy hurt and tels her that she need time but after a month they come together and live happylie ever after.

Ending 2 sad but it turns out good

They find Red in an abandoned vacation house and there they find her laying in the bathroom pale and she's is barely conscious

Red cut her self and tried to kill her self and when Chloe sees her she panics "RED"

Red looks at her shocked to see her there "princess?" she asks weakly

"Yes its me youre princess Red" Chloe awnsers

Red only looks at her and sayes "Im tired princess" and closes her eyes

"No no no Red stay awake pls i dont wana lose you pls" Chloe says panicked

Red does not Respond and Chloe panics further

"R-red Red RED WAKE UP NO NO PLS DONT DIE"

Red gets brought to a hospital and she's in a coma for a long time when she wakes up she sees Chloe sleping on the hospital chair directly next to her bed

After a while Chloe wakes up and sees Red staring at her and she only looks at her and begins to cry " i thought you would die there" she sayes crying

"As would you care Chloe" Red awnsers mad at her

Chloe flinches and tells her what she came to conclusion with and that she realy loves her and that she will do anything to make it up to her she holds a whole essay about it and Red Interupts her

"Princess stop i still love you even if i tried not to it would not work i will always love you"

And Chloe cryes again and they talk everything out and come together and have theyre happy ever after.

Ending 3 Sad

Chloe finds Red but its to late she lais on the floor and dosent move and when Chloe gets chloser she sees that she dosent breath

first she thinks Red is just sleping but then she registers the huge blood pool around her and then the huge cuts on both arms

She crumbles and begins to scream and cry and then she gets caried out of there

Shes depressiv for a long while and on the dying day from Red she takes her own live because she cant live with out her anymore

And she gets buried next to Reds grave

maibe they see each other again in the after live or the next.

@redssgirll

The Story that got me inspired:

Short Version from when i planed what i write

I have the feling that the short planig is better than what i wrote

[dwindlinghaze]

Hello! Soo I was wondering if I could request a RemusxReader oneshot/blurb with this scenario. Hear me out:

Reader openly talking to the girls about her crush on Remus she as had for years and just being so casual talking about how much she likes him and thinks he's amazing and hot, and how much she loves him (practically me simping for Rem) and she isn't embarrassed cuz she's known Lily and Marlene for years and they're used to talk like that and tease each other kindly (they usually do it to Lily). But they don't know that Remus and the boys are "accidentally" listening to their conversation.

Lmk what you think! Thankyou ly, byebye <3

moon river

(remus lupin x reader)

contents : fluff, the marauders being nosy af and eavesdropping, bad writing and not proofread :(

a/n : hello anon!!! ty so so much for the request and im so so sorry for taking so long in writing it. but hey i am here and im at your service ;) i rly hope u like this and it fulfilled what you asked for ☁️☁️

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"[y/n] are you free tonight? or does loverboy has to take you away before midnight?" marlene said, linking your arms together as you two walked inside the common room.

"yes... why?"

"charms."

"charms?"

"assignment."

"oh-"

"yes."

"charms assignment that you need me to help you with?"

"obviously,"

"ah fine," you eyes slowly averted to the smile of none other that remus lupin. your mind goes fuzzy all of a sudden. he was joking and laughing with james in front of the fireplace. "he looks so happy today," you whispered to yourself, smiling.

"aww, you care about his happiness! just make out already," marlene said, wiggling her thick brows.

"that's one step beyond. not ethical," you shook your head in a mocking manner. "where's lily by the way? is she up here already?"

marlene shrugged as she opened the door to the dormitory, letting the warm air hit both of their faces.

later that night, you were helping marlene out on the charms essay and let's just say... it wasn't going as planned.

"marl, it's not how it is. you have to read the whole thing first then make your own summary about it so professor flitwick won't accuse you of plagiarism."

"but there's too many! why isn't there a charms to shorten paragraphs," she whined like a child on the sidewalk when their moms didn't get ice cream.

"liliana, help me over here. marl doesn't want to read,"

"i doing my eye mask, can't stand up," she reasoned stupidly.

"eye masks stick to your under eyes. yes you can stand up without them falling off. i wish remus was here, he can probably summarise four pages in just two minutes, he's incredibly smart," you closed your little tired eyes.

"if remus was here, he wont be teaching me anything, he would be too busy with you," marlene scoffed, although she is teasing.

"that's right," lily agreed. "remember this morning when [y/n] dropped mashed potatoes on his head? he didn't even blame her! he was blushing."

"also in dada, didn't you see remus was basically mumbling a mantra to be partnered up with [y/n], that's so sweet," marlene continued in a teasing voice, her charms assignment completely tossed of to the side.

you think to yourself, a conversation about remus late at night is way more interesting than charms. so you didn't budge. "aw yea he did, i saw," you cheeks turned crimson as you smile.

"isn't he just so... beautiful? i never look at anyone- except for my barbie dolls when i was five- this way. he is just right in every way."

"mhmmm keep going my love," marlene replied, after noticing a slight crack in the door with the marauders behind it. they were appalled when marlene saw them but marlene stays quiet, sending a wink their way.

at first, they were up here because james wanted to return lily's hair clip in which the boy slyly stole during class for this moment. but the others insisted to go up to see her reaction for some reason.

remus wouldn't complain though. he got to hear what the girl he loves for so much has to say bout him when he's not around.

your back was facing the door with your legs crossed over your chest and you hugging them. "his face may be pretty, but i think his heart is way prettier. for god's sake he holds my hand when i was anxious for that history presentation! he knows my needs so well."

"yes, that's so kind of him," lily urged for you to continue so she can tease you about it the next morning in front of remus lupin.

"and the best part is, remus respects women! he treats me like how i treat the girls and women around me. that's the hottest thing a guy could ever do," you dazed out, burying your face in between your kneecaps.

"ugh we love a respectful king, don't we girls!" marlene said purposely loud so remus can hear the conversation wide and clear from the door. his eyes were basically making heart eyes at the back of your head, his smile is like he had just won a contest and to hide that would be so dishonest.

"i told you to get her on a date sooner, she is the one!" sirius nudged remus rather harshly, but he was too focused on you.

"but what i don't like about him is the fact that he thinks he's not worthy of anything. he is. he deserves the biggest apology and happiness there ever was. he is like a moon river. i would roll my ship at night just to see the sparkles that he got. my huckleberry friend."

"isn't that enough to confirm that [y/n] loves you back, remus?" marlene shouted, her vision straight to the door.

your eyes widened in panic as your blood rushed into your cheeks. was remus hearing all of this? oh no freaking way- he can't be!

the door swung open, revealing the marauders who were standing with their jaws on the floor.

"i'm going out," lily spoke up, slipping out the door with james running after her like a lost puppy.

"you better do something," marlene winked at remus as she pushed him inside the room. remus nodded numbly, processing on what just happened. marlene was already dragging sirius down to give their friends privacy.

"hey, can i come in?"

"gosh i'm so sorry you heard all of that! you don't understand how embarrassing it is for me right now. i wish to disappear!" you scrunched your face, mortified by what his reactions may be.

"listen, uh, what you said were- it really makes me happy that you think of me that way because... so do i! i've been scared to say anything because i just- wasn't sure if you like me that way or not..."

"well, you heard it... what am i going to do now," you whispered the last part under your breath.

lucky for remus, he's got super hearing powers due to his lycanthropy so he heard that as clear as the sky is blue. "we can do what girlfriend and boyfriend do," remus answered shyly, playing with the end of your blanket that dropped from your bed.

"excuse me ma'am, you haven't asked me for dinner yet and now we're girlfriend and boyfriend?" you said in a joking manner to ease the tension out.

"okay let's do baby steps. come here, m'love, want to hold my girl," he opened his arms with his eyes closed. does he even know how cute he is right now?

[youre-a-total--poser]

Can i request something where young or teen wandanat daughter loves using her powers around home but wanda doesn’t want her too and r tries to get nat to back her up all the time and nay is just like im not apart of this

Don't Use Your Powers (Request)

Warnings: I don't think that there is any but if there is just let me know.

Age: 7

Word Count: 1,248

Requests: Closed

Summary: Read the request and it will explain everything

Requested by: Anonymous on Tumblr

Date: 15/01/2024

paring: Natasha and Wanda

A/N: Thank you for your request I hope that you like it. Wrote this instead of writing an essay for college. Yes, the ending is terrible but we just don't talk about that.

Masterlist

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For as long as they could remember since they have been together Natasha and Wanda talked about expanding their family and having a child together

They thought about adoption but what they wanted was to have the whole baby experience including getting pregnant, carrying the baby, giving birth then dealing with it for its whole life until it decides that it wants to move out and look after itself

Since Natasha was unable to have a child they agreed that Wanda would be the one who would carry the baby and after months and months of IVF, she finally became pregnant.

During Wanda's pregnancy, everything went smoothly, and they did many tests to ensure the baby's health. Time went by quickly and before they knew it their little baby was here in the world.

Wanda gave birth to a healthy baby girl and they named her Y/N.

As you grew up there were some concerns about whether you inherited powers from Wanda but the older you got there were no signs of you having any powers that was until you reached the age of 7 when you discovered that you had these new abilities.

Wanda and Natasha were scared that you wouldn't be able to control your powers and it would only get worse but with lots of training from your mom, you picked it up very quickly and learned how to control your abilities.

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Your moms didn't like you using your magic at home or in public but that didn't stop you from doing it especially when your parents weren't around to tell you off.

You used your magic to lift two teddy bears in the air and make them dance. You were giggling so loud that Wanda heard you from the kitchen and knew that you were up to something no good.

She walked into the living room and when you saw her you instantly froze. You could tell that she wasn't happy when she had her hands on her hips.

"Hi Mommy," You said not sounding guilty in the slightest.

"What are you doing Y/N you know that you're not allowed to use magic."

"They're just dancing Mommy," You said moving your fingers to make the bears dance again.

"That's not the point Y/N what if someone saw?" she asked grabbing the teddies and dropping them on the floor beside you.

You stood up and waved your hands in front of the curtains and closed them. "There now no one will see." Then you sat back on the floor and picked up on the teddies.

Wanda walked over to the curtains and opened them again and before she could say anything the front door opened.

"I'm home," Natasha shouted.

She walked into the living room and over to Wanda. "Hi babe," she said then kissed Wanda.

"Hi," Wanda replied softly.

Natasha kneeled beside you and placed a kiss on the top of your head.

"Mommy's being mean." You huffed crossing your arms.

"Why is mommy being mean?" Natasha asked kneeling beside you and gently stroking your hair.

"She's not letting me play."

"I never said that Y/N I said that you're not allowed to use your magic" Wanda said

"Same thing" you mumbled.

"You know the rules sweetheart and the rules are to keep you safe," Natasha told you then she stood up and walked into the kitchen and Wanda followed her.

"We need to do something about Y/N," Wanda said watching Natasha walk around the kitchen.

"Why me?" Natasha asked getting out two cups from the cabinet and pouring coffee into both cups "She's your daughter after all"

"I like how she's my daughter when it comes to discipline."

"Well I can't discipline her she knows that I cave in when she does that sad little pout," Natasha said handing Wanda the cup of coffee.

Wanda shook her head and took a sip.

Before Natasha could say anything there was a loud giggle coming from the living room.

"If she's using her magic you're dealing with it. " Wanda said putting down her coffee cup, grabbing ahold of Natasha's hand and dragging her back into the living room.

They found you sitting on the floor with the curtains closed and using your magic to make your toys walk about the room.

"Y/N!" Wanda said quite loudly causing you to jump. "Honestly when will you learn?" She sighed.

"But the curtains are closed," You said pointing at the curtains.

"That's not the point Y/N. When we tell you not to do something you listen and don't do it."

"Can't I just keep playing for a little bit longer then I'll stop?"

"No, you can't." Wanda

You stood up and walked over to Natasha you knew exactly what you needed to do to get her to let you

"Please, mama." You said looking up at her with your big eyes and sad pout.

"No, don't use your please face," Natasha said trying not to look at you.

You got even closer to her, clasped your hands together and brought them up to your cheek. "Just this one time."

"Don't give in to her Nat," Wanda whispered.

"I can't do it." Natasha said then started walking away "I am not a part of this." She called out.

"Every time," Wanda mumbled.

Wanda got down to your level and put her hands on your shoulders. "Y/N I need you to listen to me are you listening?"

You nodded your head" I'm listening."

"Good, now you have to start listening to me and Mama when we tell you that we don't want you using your powers."

"Why?" You asked.

"Because we want to protect you."

"Why?" You asked again.

Wanda let out a frustrated sigh. She knew this asking why game would go on for hours if she let it. "Just say yes Mom."

"Yes, mom." You repeated.

"Good girl now go play with your toys and no using magic," Wanda said ruffling your hair and walking out of the room.

You waited a few seconds before your mom couldn't see you anymore then you used your magic once more to get some more toys out of your toy box and made them walk around but you had no idea that your mom was standing behind you this whole time.

"Y/N!" Wanda shouted.

You let out a loud squeal, jumped up and started running.

"Get back here young lady," Wanda shouted as she started chasing you.

Natasha saw you then Wanda ran past her office. "Run Y/N." She called out.

You ran into your parent's bedroom but you were too slow at closing the door Wanda grabbed you and then started tickling you.

"What did I say about using your magic young lady?" Wanda asked while continuing to tickle you.

You didn't respond because of how much you were giggling.

Wanda walked over to her bed dropped you on it then sat down beside you. "No more using your magic without permission little miss or you will be going to live with Tony."

"No not Tony he's boring." You shouted.

"Right, so are you going to use your magic?" Wanda asked.

"No, Mom, I promise no more magic."

"Good girl." She said then started kissing you all over your face.

After that day you never used magic without permission from your parents but it was a completely different story when they weren't around but let's not tell them that. What they don't know can't hurt them.

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[ggukiepie]

girl in luv (boy in luv pt. 6)

pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: jungkook finally tells you what you've been wanting to hear for so long...but you're still not happy

tags: bil!couple, college!au, bff!jk, two idiots in love, angst (what's new), fluff, happy ending !!!, kissing hihi

wc: 3.5k

a/n: lmaoooo hi im sorry this took so long. i didn't like what i originally wrote so i scrapped the whole thing and well here it is! i hope u guys like it. this is the last part for the series. tho i do plan to post some drabbles here and there (like their first time together maybe) but no promises anw thats its bye happy reading !!!! series masterlist / main masterlist

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Your phone suddenly buzzes—someone was calling you. Though, instead of answering it, you stuff your phone between your couch cushions to block out the noise. You don’t dare look at your screen, sure you’ll get tempted to answer the call—whoever that was. You haven’t got much social interaction these days, always choosing to go straight home after each class, eating by yourself, declining invites to parties and hangouts. It’s not like anyone’s forcing you to be this way. You did this to yourself, really. You’d rather be alone than hangout with people. You didn’t have the energy to do so. You just wanted to be in your bubble a little bit longer.

Deep down, you know you’re craving to talk to someone. Anyone. But somehow you always end up alone. With your thoughts.

Self-sabotage, if you will.

The thoughts don’t help either. Your mind always drifts to Jungkook. Sometimes you think about him and his girlfriend. Most of the time, you think of your friendship. You missed what you had, even though you had to guard your heart every time, even if you got your hopes up at the simplest of actions. You missed being with Jungkook because for the time you were with him, he felt like he was…yours? There was no doubt that you were his. Had been from the start but didn’t realize it till later on. Your heart always craved for him, yearned for him when he wasn’t with you. Your heart felt lighter when you were together, be it doing the most mundane of things or sharing a special moment.

If you could just toughen up and tell him how you feel. But it was easier said than done. He already indirectly rejected you when he got together with some girl. But why would he reject you if he never knew how you felt? Maybe you were too busy protecting your heart, protecting the friendship you might lose if you would’ve confessed. You never thought he’d feel the same, even though you had moments that felt like he did.

You shake your head to rid your thoughts. You try to focus on writing the essay in front of you. Your Friday nights felt different now—stuck doing homework while your friends were partying.

You’re finally two pages deep when you hear frantic knocking on your door. You check the time on your laptop and see it’s a little past one in the morning. You suddenly rush to open your door, scared that you’d get a noise complaint all of a sudden.

You stand frozen, mouth agape at the scene in front of you.

“Huh?” you dumbly say.

It’s your three closest friends in your doorway. Jimin and Taehyung are somewhat conscious—at least they’re standing upright. But you notice the sway in their stance and you can smell the alcohol off of them. But it’s Jungkook between them that makes you freeze. He’s passed out, you’re sure of it, and the only reason why he’s sort of standing up is because Jimin and Tae have his arms around their shoulders.

“Why are you guys here?” you finally say.

It’s Taehyung who speaks up, smiling that smile he has when he wants something to go his way. When he has a plan that you might say no to (which you usually do). “Jungkook,” he points at Jungkook, as if you’d confuse him with anyone else, “is drunk.”

“I can see that,” you deadpan.

“And!” Tae rushes to say, like you’re about five seconds from shutting the door in their faces. “He kept asking for you. So we are simply complying with his request.”

“Because we are great friends,” Jimin pipes in. Taehyung nods in confirmation.

“Me?” you whisper, as if Taehyung were referring to anyone else. Your mind isn’t any better than his drunk one at this point.

“Yes!” Jimin whisper shouts. “Now let us in, he’s kinda getting heavy.”

Jungkook makes an incoherent sound from where his head is leaning on Tae’s shoulder, drool making a wet patch on the poor guy’s shirt. You take pity on your best friend and step aside to let in all of them, even though your heart’s racing because Jungkook is in your apartment.

Holy shit.

You watch them bring his unconscious body to your couch (they actually drop Jungkook and giggle all the way to your door, saying their goodbyes without looking back).

You huff at the sight in front of you. Jungkook’s cheeks are flushed red and he’s a little bit sweaty. Though, he looks so peaceful sleeping on your couch. Was he really looking for you?

You get a glass of water and two aspirins, placing it on the coffee table near him. The moment you near him, you kneel by his head and wipe the stray hairs on his forehead. You look at Jungkook, like really look at him. His eyebrows are scrunched together like something’s troubling him in his dreams. His lips are in a slight pout, lip ring glistening under your light (when did he get that, anyway?), little puffs of air coming out his mouth.

“Am I…” he mumbles. Your heart races. His eyes are still closed, but his mouth continues to move. “Am I at ____’s?”

Your heart seizes at the sound of your name. You gulp and nod slowly, then realize that he can’t hear you. “Yeah…” you trail off. “You’re in my living room.”

“Oh,” your best friend says as his eyebrows scrunch up some more. “Missed you.”

You sit back on the floor and hug your knees to yourself, preparing for whatever it is that he might say next. A drunk man’s words are his sober thoughts, right?

“Jimin and Tae said you were looking for me?”

“Mhmm,” he mumbles. “Wanted to… tell you somethin’”

You shake your head. Though your heart yearned to know, you also do know it’s not the right time. Not when he’s drunk. He might just regret his words now the next morning, which might even hurt worse than what he’s about to say. “Save it for tomorrow, Kook.” You push yourself off the floor but he stops you by holding your wrist, albeit weakly.

“Nuh uh…” he whispers. “Need to know…now. Broke up with Jiwoo.” He opens his eyes slightly and looks at you right away.

“Jungkook—”

“Like,” he continues to say, “I did it for you.”

You feel your anger rising, your body heating everywhere. “I didn’t tell you to do anything,” you firmly say.

Jungkook moves to sit up and you take a step back. “No,” he shakes his head slowly. “Jus’ didn’t feel right.”

You feel tears welling up in your eyes and you finally walk to your bedroom, slamming the door and locking it shut. You block out the sounds of Jungkook weakly calling out your name. Your fists clench in anger, the words Jungkook just uttered replaying in your head over and over. He couldn’t just dump his problems, turn around the narrative and make it seem like you made him break up with Jiwoo. That you asked him to end things with her because it didn’t feel right. And he forced himself into your home, your personal space—and drunk at that! He knew all your weak spots and used it to his advantage.

You hope he’d be gone in the morning. You don’t think your heart can hurt any more.

You hear pans clinking which promptly wakes you up. You weren’t able to sleep that much, actually, knowing Jungkook was right outside your room. You guess he stayed in the morning. He’s either cooking in your kitchen, or someone’s trying to steal your pans.

Rubbing your eyes as you open your bedroom door, you spot Jungkook by the stove with his back turned to you. He seems to be making scrambled eggs—which is the only thing he can make confidently.

“Morning,” you say. You might as well clear the air as early as now. You watch his back tense for a millisecond before he turns off the stove and sets the pan on your dining table. He turns to face you and brings a hand up to brush his hair back, a nervous tick of his that you noticed a few years back.

“Good morning,” he mumbles.

“So,” you start.

It’s so awkward you might cry again. When did things get this out of place? You start to rethink your feelings. You haven’t even confessed yet it feels like you’ve lost your best friend already. What if you confessed? What would happen then? You felt your heart closing just thinking about it now. Was your friendship really that fragile? You and Jungkook hardly fought but even if you did, you always made up right away.

“___,” he says. You look up, eyes meeting his instantly. “About last night… I’m sorry I suddenly barged into your place. I guess I really forced Tae and Jimin to bring me here.”

You nod and lean on the wall behind you, preparing for a long talk with him.

“I just really missed you, I guess—”

“Do you remember what you said last night?” you ask harshly, cutting him off so quick his shoulders tense.

Jungkook swallows nervously and nods his head. “Yeah and… I don’t know if there’s a better to say it, really. But we did break up, ____. She just wasn’t it for me.”

“And you said you did it for me,” you say, pushing him to just get to the point.

“Yes, because I realized that my heart never belonged to her. It belonged to you. Still does,” he says in a rush.

You eye him sharply, staring at his features and expression to make sure he’s completely telling the truth. You want to believe him, you really do, but why would he say that then be with someone else.

“It doesn’t make sense,” you finally say. “Why did you get together with her, then?”

“I don’t know—”

“You don’t know,” you repeat, and Jungkook’s eyes widen in panic. “You think you can come running to me right after a break up? Like I’m some second option? You don’t love her enough so you run to me instead?”

Jungkook opens and closes his mouth, mind thinking quickly to say something. His hands start to tremble and he brings a hand up to push back his hair. “I didn’t mean that,” he says hoarsely. “I didn’t realize it soon… And—” he stutters to catch his breath. “I was just scared—”

You’re fuming at this point. How could he do this to you? To just play with your feelings like that? “Get out.”

“____—"

“I mean it, Jungkook,” you shakily say. “You’ve hurt me enough. Just leave, please.”

He looks at you longingly, doe eyes watering before he nods and turns to the door in silence. You watch him put his shoes on before he leaves, not sparing you a glance. You don’t realize you’ve been tearing up as well, wiping the tears on your cheeks. Walking to the kitchen counter, you realize that Jungkook made chocolate chip pancakes. Your favorite.

It’s been a week since the incident with Jungkook and you haven’t talked to him since then. You also missed your weekly brunch with your friends, too afraid to face Jungkook. Thinking about it now, were you a little bit too harsh? Maybe. You thought you’d finally be happy upon hearing his confession but instead you pushed him away, shut him out. Because you’re scared. Terrified. Things were already going so well with Jungkook when you both were just best friends and you don’t think you can lose him forever should you actually get together and then break up.

Funny since it feels like you’ve lost him already.

It’s 8 am and you’re all alone in the student council office, trying to get some studying done as you were restless staying in your apartment. Staying there just reminds you of Jungkook, so you’ve been spending your mornings here before the other people arrive.

Suddenly, the door opens which is unusual. You usually have the place to yourself for at least another three hours. Curiously, you look up and find your best friend standing by the doorway, laptop and coffee in hand.

It’s silent for a moment, the both of you drinking each other in. Jungkook looks like he hasn’t gotten much sleep, eye bags dark and skin lackluster. You suppose you don’t look any better, knowing you barely got any sleep the past few days.

“Hi,” he finally says. You’re glad you have the long table separating the two of you. You don’t think your heart can handle being physically closer.

“Are you here for something?” you ask hesitantly.

“Can I…” He trails off, looking at the printer by the corner. You’d be laughing by now under normal circumstances. You nod instead, because it’s bizarre seeing Jungkook here asking if he can print something, which is something he liked to do back when your friendship was intact. The room is silent as you see him connect his laptop to the printer, both of you avoiding each other’s eyes. It’s too silent, actually, that it’s driving you a bit insane.

“How many pages?” you ask.

“Uhm… Fifty?” he says like he’s unsure.

“Fifty?” you repeat in a gasp. The printer is free, sure, but it’s ancient. Fifty pages will take too long and you don’t know if you can stand being in the room with him for half an hour or so.

Jungkook hands you the coffee he brought with him. “I bought you coffee as thanks.” He smiles ever so slightly and watches as you take a sip. Of course, it’s your usual order at the café down the street.

He looks at you expectantly but you’re too busy looking down at the coffee in your hands, too nervous to lock eyes with him. A few seconds later you hear him exhale and it’s just the sound of the printer in the room.

Your chest feels so tight all of a sudden like it’s ready to burst out of your ribcage any minute. It feels so heavy, so constricting that it’s starting to hurt physically. Is it really worth it harboring all this anger and pain? For conjuring up these theories in your head that will make you push him further away?

You shake your head to yourself and look up expecting to lock eyes with his, but his back is turned to you.

“Did you really mean what you said last week?” you blurt out.

Jungkook jumps in surprise and whips his body to face you, doe eyes wide. He looks surprised but he also looks relieved, and your heart breaks a little more seeing the relief cross his face the moment you talk to him.

He starts playing with the hem of his shirt absentmindedly. “I did,” he mumbles. “I mean every word I said, and I’m really sorry that everything had to turn out this way when I could’ve just been brave and confessed all those years ago.”

You nod your head at his words and process what he just said. Deep down you know you believe him, but it’s hard to keep that in mind when the hurt outweighs the truth. You look up at him with a sad smile on your face. “Why now, Kook? After all these years.”

He sighs and leans on the chair in front of him. You notice his shoulders deflate and his back hunch a little. He looks tired and you feel your own tiredness in your bones as well. “I was just scared. Us being friends was so comfortable and so good… I was just scared of things changing and me losing you.”

You bite your lip to stop yourself from crying. Looking to the side of the room to avoid his stare, you whisper, “And I know—” you choke on your words and clench your hands in frustration. “And I know I’m at fault as well—for assuming and pulling away once you got together with her. I had no right because we’re just…friends.”

It’s quiet save for the printer and his feet shuffling on the floor. You turn towards him to see Jungkook slowly walking to where you’re sat. Once he’s standing in front of you, he raises his hands towards your face but stops midway. Like he’s about to hold you but he’s hesitant.

You’re tilting your head to look up at him, eyes shiny with tears but lip turned upwards in a small smile. It’s ok, you mouth, because you don’t trust yourself to speak right now. You watch Jungkook hold your face in his hands, thumbs going behind your ears to rub at your skin slowly, fingers splayed on your cheeks to wipe your tears away.

He gathers your face in his hands, thumbs gently brushing the tears streaming down your cheeks. “I’m sorry, baby,” he whispers shakily. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’m so, so sorry.”

You nod your head absentmindedly, heart squeezing at the affectionate way he talks to you.

“I really am sorry,” he repeats. “I… Yeah, we’re just friends but I’d like to believe that we both just know. That you felt my love the same I’ve been feeling yours ever since. Even though we’re just friends. But…I know better now.”

You look at him confusingly and he looks away from you and smiles, his cheeks turning a light shade of red. You watch in silence as he plays with his lip piercing distractedly. Finally, he turns to you still with that smile on his face. His thumb starts playing with your lower lip but he’s looking at you with so much adoration in his eyes.

You’ve seen this look on him before, every time you’re with him, and now do you only realize that it’s a look full of love, desire, yearning.

“It’s scary if we do become something more and I end up losing you,” he starts, “but I’d rather live a life of at least knowing what it feels like to love you and be loved by you, than doing nothing at all.”

Tears are streaming down your face but you’re smiling so wide and Jungkook’s doing the same as well, with his nose even scrunching up and his dimples showing.

“I think it’s normal to feel scared,” you finally reply. “But I’d also rather live a life of us loving together than loving from afar.”

It’s silent for a moment as you and Jungkook stare at each other. He’s wiping off your tears which makes him cry a little more, so you wipe his tears next. You’re both crying now but with happy smiles on your faces and it prompts you both to laugh.

“We were kinda stupid, huh?” Jungkook says in between giggles.

You nod and giggle back. “A bit silly, yeah.”

“Can I kiss you?” he suddenly asks. Your heart starts racing and your palms get clammy. You start feeling nervous but it’s the good kind, finally getting to do something you’ve been anticipating, been waiting for ever since you realized your heart belonged to your best friend.

“Please,” you whisper.

Jungkook wastes no times in leaning forward, his grip on your cheeks tightening just a bit, pulling you upwards to meet his lips. Your lips finally touch and it steals your breath away. Quite literally.

Jungkook’s lips are soft, slots perfectly right in between yours. He kisses how he holds you—gentle and careful. Your heart skips a beat when you feel his tongue, and you grant his wish by opening your lips just slightly.

There are no fireworks or sparks or anything grand like that. Your heart suddenly feels calm and at ease. Like this is what you’re meant to do. It feels like coming home for the first time where everything feels right. You feel a great weight lift off your shoulders and you know you’ve made the right decision by choosing love.

Jungkook pulls back but only slightly so he can catch his breath. He keeps his forehead pressed against yours and when he speaks, you feel his lips move.

“I love you,” he whispers, and the way he looks at you with his eyes, like it holds so much love and adoration and it’s all for you. “Wish I said it sooner but I don’t want to think about that. Don’t want to live and continue on with regrets. I’m so happy to have you like this,” he whispers shakily. “So lucky to be able to love you like this.”

You kiss him again which causes him to smile so wide that his dimples pop out. “I love you too.” You giggle again. Saying it is so freeing and it feels so normal too. Not some grand epiphany or realization. Like you’ve known ever since. Like your heart has felt this way throughout your years of friendship with Jungkook and only now are you able to verbalize it. You know you’re lucky, too, to be able to have him in this way. But you don’t want to give too much credit to luck. You believe yours and Jungkook’s love were destined ever since.

[parrotbug]

"can you help me study?" ft. dazai, atsushi, ranpo, & fyodor

dazai

he would actually help you for awhile, he'd be good at schoolwork and would try to figure out what he doesn't already know

if he's really having trouble understanding something (which would rarely, if ever happen), he would still pretend to know what he's talking about to impress you even if he's bullshiting everything

he would flirt the whole time. he would barely even try to hide it

everyone would be looking at you two like 🤨 ehem

you're holding your pencil, working out a problem. dazai leans over and gently wraps his hand on top of yours to stop you writing

"you're so close, but you made a little mistake here. don't worry, i'll guide your hand for you..."

he'd do the thumb rub thing all the way too ♥️

he'd be quiet while you're working, but expect him to play with your hair, lean against you, and play footsie

he would walk you home afterwards if you were out

"call me when the results are out, you'll do so great~"

atsushi

he tries his best

he's honestly so flattered that you even asked him, and you can tell he really appreciates that you wanted his help

he'd be better at helping you with essays, practice flashcards, and memorizing things

all the work everyone pushes on to him paying off

would leave the cutest comments if he edits your essay

"hehe, i remember you telling me about this"

"you can delete this extra space :o"

"this looks really good, ____! :)"

he would be so sweet if you get upset 🥺♥️

"you're so smart, i'll make sure you do great, but let's take a break, um... here! ill show you a picture of the cutest cats i saw earlier...

once you get back to work, he'd walk you through everything veeery slowly, pausing like every 3 seconds to make sure you understand

after you finish, he'd treat you to a pastry and a fun drink :)

after he does, i'm begging you to pleaseee hug him. he would be so happy

ranpo

haha. hahaha

so ranpo is very smart, of course he's an obvious person to ask for help

however, he doesn't necessarily know how to explain how to do things to other people

"just do it! it's not that hard." 🫥

but once he figures out how to articulate his thought process, he'd be pretty good at explaining things

however. he would expect you to give him snacks in return

he would be so fun to slack off with. one minute you're actually working and the next you two are taking selfies and watching youtube

"you'll do fine, i'm helping you!"

*proceeds to play mobile games*

if he does actually help you and you get a good score/raise your grades, he would be so proud oml

just keep praising him about how smart he is and he will always help you study ♥️ or slack off

fyodor

he's always so busy, but would rearrange his schedule to help you

not that he would tell you that

"it's not like i like you 😑 im just not that busy today 😑" ← fyodor lying

he'd have a similar approach to dazai, but with a different execution

unlike dazai, if he doesn't understand something, he'd just say it's stupid and fake 🪦

background noise king, he'd always make sure you have what you need to focus

he would be quite patient with you

he would be skilled at simplifying complex topics so that you can understand them

it's the little things with him

if he sees you working hard and sniffling/shivering, he might wrap his coat around your shoulders 🥺

"you're doing so well. i'm proud of you, Умница."*

*Умница "oomnitsa": little clever one

my first time writing one of these, i hope it was okay! i had to write the whole thing twice because i accidentally deleted it all the first time 🫣 oops

hope you enjoyed! - li ♡

[noirvette]

clyde and tweek! gen dating headcanons!!

cws: none! just fluff

♡ CLYDE DONOVAN

Was nervous to ask you out but he acted like he wasn't, but his awareness for how to ask you out smoothly was lacking.

He'd ask you out in class, him sitting in front of you. During work time he'd spin around to ask about a certain homework question and if you could tutor him/help him with the answers.

"Y/n? Hey can you help me?" "Yeah, uh... with what?" "Oh just what we're working on.. does Friday after school work with you? We could grab coffee?" "Clyde why do you need help on an 'About Me' essay?" "🧍‍♂️" "Sure though, I'd love to go out with you."

He spends the rest of the class time with his head in his hands bro, he's so embarrassed. He's stoked you agreed though.

Always puts his your needs and wants above his

He might "complain" about it but he's not actually complaining, he always wants to make sure you're happy

Loves PDA, but like enough for people to obviously understand you're together, but it's not over the top. He doesn't want to constantly be kissing you or something, just constant skin contact

He LOVES talking about you. He sits at his lunch table with his friends and the first topic he brings up is you, how good you look, how smart you are, as long as it's about you, he's talking.

Sends you random memes and reaction pics that just work?? Like he has a picture for EVERYTHING. Constantly texts too, he wants you to know he's engaged in conversation. Would and will respond in 2 seconds to anything you say.

If he doesn't it's because he's actually busy, which happens when his sports season rolls around (I see him on the football team w/ Stan and maybe baseball?), however he makes sure to text you before and after training/work outs/etc.

Maybe? controversial? But he's a little spoon. He wants to be held. Loves it.

Likes kissing the top of your nose or your temple. Like before you enter class, he pulls you into him, quickly kisses your temple, and off he goes to his own class.

Won't accept you paying. He pays for everything, he has to. He feels terribly if you end up paying, and if it does happen, he buys you something to make up for it: jewelry, coffee, something you eyed at the store last week, shoes, etc. WHATEVER IT IS, he bought it to "pay you back".

One time he thought you were ignoring him and he sent you an apple cash/venmo of like 10 dollars and was like "babe what'd i do, im sorry :("

When you're hanging out with his friends, he wants you attached to him, not out of jealousy or because he doesn't trust the guys he just loves you so much and wants you around him.

Arms wrapped around your waist as you sit on his lap you feel me?

If you leave for the bathroom or to get a drink or something, you come back and he's sitting still, face down on the table pouting.

Doesn't know how to respond to rants or vents though, like at all. Honestly if you send him a long message about how terribly your day went he'd very briefly scan it and respond with a "nta, divorce" and you're like "CLYDE WHAT???"

Atp it might be better to just call him and tell him your complaints.

♡ TWEEK TWEAK

Doesn't know how to ask you out at all. Is overwhelmed by the possibility that it could go wrong and he ends up psyching himself out every time he's about to ask you out.

Honestly unless you ask out Tweek or some invisible force pushes you two together, you guys wouldn't start dating.

Getting his attention wasn't hard, he finds himself often taking loving glances at you through out school.

Once you ask him out he kind've.. freezes and then pinches himself. He's gotta prove this isn't the dream he's had for the past week. Once he knows it's not, he agrees, a blush taking over his whole face.

I know I keep writing these guys as not big fans of pda but I swear I only see a few of the sp guys as fans of pda 😭 (Like I only see Kenny, Butters, and Clyde as the major pda guys mb guys). Loves just holding hands though. Having his fingers intertwined with yours makes him smile.

He's often less stressed out around you, finds himself coming to you when he's anxious about something.

If he's anxious about something all he wants is to be heard, not being told solutions (this is canon but yk gotta still say it). There are times where a solution would be best and he understands then, but it annoys him if all you give him is "how" to fix the situation rather than just hearing him out

Maybe? controversial? I feel as if tweek texts pretty clearly. a few typos (but who doesn't have typos), but he doesn't have constant typos.

Loves using emojis though, he likes how he can express himself easily with them rather than using just words. Especially because there are times where he just doesn't understand how to express himself and he sees an emoji that works perfectly

Likes music sharing. He makes playlists that are just dedicated to you and he sends them to you.

He also likes calming songs (? idk think like the neighborhood, tv girl, lana del ray, cigarettes after sex, etc.)

Is another small spoon when cuddling. LOVES cuddling actually. He can fall asleep so easily with you in his arms and he's never felt more at peace than when you guys cuddle.

Also likes facing you when lying down next to you. His arm draped across your waist and his face against your chest bro, he's knocked out.

Doesn't like really public dates, occasionally wants the fun amusement park date, but if you're going to do public dates, he likes a simple atmosphere, like at an aquarium or a museum.

I feel like his love languages are quality time and words of affirmation.

Sometimes he gets in his head and believes you aren't actually with him because you love him and it's some sort of prank or scheme.

Please reassure him :(, all he needs is a constant "I love you" and he's doing better.

[tokyoyumeeee]

girlfriend exe!

featuring: ganyu, ayaka, lisa, ei, yae miko

tags: fluff, Valentine’s Day headcanons, unedited(im writing this at 1am lol)

GANYU

-ganyu would prefer if you two could spend Valentine’s Day away from liyue harbor, but if you prefer staying at the harbor she’ll oblige anything 4 u <3

-ganyu finds the time to make you chocolate from scratch(handmade chocolate) sjjidjdnwjsu

-she’ll write you a whole 10 page essay about how grateful she is to be your gf and how much she loves you and pass it off as a “small letter of appreciation”

-if you’re big about valentines day she’ll make the big sacrifice of calling a day off to spend the entire day with you(she just wants you to be happy :( )

-if not, she’ll meet you somewhere for lunch, continue on her day and spend a bit more time with you at night<333

-she’s actually pretty adamant on spending time w/ you during valentines day cause she normally doesn’t have much time for you and she wants to show that she still loves you

AYAKA

-Ayaka would love to spend Valentine’s Day with you alone somewhere private because she wants it to be intimate and just between the two of you yk?

-if you don’t want to spend it somewhere private and would prefer to spend it out in public, like inazuma city, she’s not opposed

-she’s actually a big valentines person, but understands if you’re not

-will write you a letter to express her love for you

-she’d normally be too shy to deliver the letter to you in person but she made an exception for Valentine’s Day

-if you want to spend valentines day with her in private, you might just spend the entire day in bed cuddling

-if you wanna spend it in public you’d go shopping, have dinner somewhere nice, then cuddle once you return home at night

LISA

-oh boy, lisa during Valentine’s Day? ill just list some of the sfw stuff ive thought for her 😟

-will make the tiring trip outside the library to the souvenir shop to buy you something

-writes you a poem and a letter

-orders a sumeru rose for you so you’ll have something to remember her with

-no doubt you’ll invite her on a date all around mondstadt

-pls buy her something, she might pass it off like she doesn’t care but it means a lot to her if you show her that you care enough to get her a gift :(

-if you wanna be lazy you can just stay in bed all day with her and cuddle

-she’s not opposed to either ideas

EI

-this is complicated

-if you wanna spend valentines day with the shogun, it’s difficult to convince her

-she thinks that celebrating holidays is a trivial thing and a waste of time but if ei forces her she’ll just spend some one on one time with you

-spending valentines with ei is a whole different story

-she’ll leave the plane of euthimiya and go on a date with you around Inazuma city, but you guys can go further than that

-if you want you can take a stroll through chinju forest, or hike up to the highest point in serari island

-she knows you’ll get tired before her so once you start wearing out she’ll piggyback you back to tenshukaku

-if you’re not big abt valentines day or just wanna spend it in private you guys can just goof off in tenshukaku or have heartfelt convos, your choice

YAE MIKO

-yae miko will just suddenly reveal that she had been writing a novel about you getting married to her and planned to publish it on valentines day 💀

-her teasing and flirting just amplified

-you’ll find her all over you

-knows that you want to spend valentines with her whether you like the holiday or not, but does everything to get you to admit it

-she’ll spoil you no shit but every time you ask her for something you have to do something for her in return

-she’ll ask for things like “give me a kiss”, “hug me”, even “let me pet gorou’s tail” god knows what’s going on in her brain 💀

-she can be sincere though and will express it to you by giving you a sincere “I love you” and a kiss before you fall asleep

genshin boy ver.

[romanarose]

Life update if anyone cares.

I only post this bc i was posting my depressing shit for months and a lot of people were reaching out in concern <3

cw sever depression, self harm, suicide, csa, SA, all the bad. but also lots of good <3

TLDR: Despite a god-awful semester, i got all a's and b's

Everyone thats been following me the last few months has seem my personal posts about how fucking awful things have been for me.

I've dealt with fact I can no longer deny that what happened to me was CSA, despite being on a milder side of things. That sparked an absolutely spiral. I didnt sleep for months which made things worse. School, I got an F on a midterm and i NEVER get F's on writing assignments.

Work had its complications and i quit and then rescinded that quit two days later. I was so constantly depressed in my dorm my roommate literally told me i needed to go to the basketball game with them bc i was sitting in a depression hovel none stop. I only went to services twice this whole time, one shabbat and once for Rosh Hoshannah.

I burned the ever living fuck out of my fingers, yall remember that one? lol.

In novemeber i had relapsed so severely on self harm i thought i had accidentally killed myself. I should've called 911. I thought I was bleeding out and/or going into shock. I then worked myself up more by going down pages of the internet about medical shook and people dying from it. that did not help my heart rate. I couldn't stand, I couldnt see straight for a while.

I could not afford an ambulance or a hospital stay as i am uninsured and only ork 25 hours a week. not a lot of money.

All this happened and I didn't miss work. This is not a brag, this is me not being able to makegood choices for myself.

Finally, thanksgiving break hit. Thank fucking god. I WANTED to use those 4 days of absolutely nothing to get to my TWO BIG RESEARCH PAPERS I HADNT STRTED YET but alas, I was SICK. I was so sick, in fact, and so hoped up on cough medicine for 3 days i was incomprehensible.

I was so physically ill, i couldnt even think about how mentally ill i was. I slept and slept and slept. And by the time sunday hit, I felt so recharged.

My failed midterm was so bad and so not me my professsor reached out to me. Im close with him (in a v appropriate way lol, hes a bruce springsteen fan too) and i felt comfortable telling him essentially that for a few months there things were severe, and I really should've gone in for a 72 hour hold multiple times and i was not safe. through a few lines of resources, I ended up back in therapy bc my school added a new therapist that is a woman (i stopped going last year bc i didnt like seeing a man)

I like my new therapist.

Anway, in about 2 weeks I wrote 2 12 page research papers, 2 book report papers, 1 science paper did 2 presentations, took 2 finals, wrote 2 more finals with essay questions, and at the end of it all, not only did I not fail any classes...

I GOT ALL A'S AND B'S! Which means my gpa is still high enough to renew my scholarship for my last year

I am so fucking proud of myself for accomplishing all this despite suffering so fucking badly. I havnt felt pain like that in years, just agony.

I had a down turn again over christmas bc my siblings were literally ass, upto and including making fun of me for not ating (i am multiple accounts of sexual trauma from several people, so im scared of dating), making fun of my eating, and my sister slapping me and my older brother hitting me. Was a bad time. But for right now, im in the place im staying for break (all january) im back at my old day care and they love me, and olive garden at this store has been going great

Im hoping next semester to be better, im hopful at least

Anyway, thank you so much to everyone who has supported my writing has supported me through these times. It makes me happy that i came her to share my silly little moon knight x reader series, not really intending on writing a whole lot, but next thing i know, i have friends and a lil community. so thank you <3

[sirenofthegreenbanks]

🐝🪳🪰

henlo!! (bops you on the nose) thank you for these great questions! im overflowing with fics i nEED to rec!!!!!!!!!!!!! (i realized all of these fics are longfics and that u may not necessarily enjoy reading those; feel welcome to drop me the same bugs in my inbox and ill do a short version for you <3)

🐝 recommend a fic with great symbolism, or themes, something really clever, or, like. just something you could write a whole literary essay about!!!

there are honestly so many fics i could write a literary essay about so im restraining myself to the first option

within us an orchard by mintyfish (guckindieluft). QY, WOH, pre-canon/canon divergence, wenzhou, tian chuang era, secret garden-esque, grief/mourning, identity shenanigans, injury tending, murder husbands, M. zhou zishu, leader of tianchuang, enlists the mysterious intruder he caught in the middle of stealing into his manor to garden work. while they heal his miserable excuse of an inner courtyard garden, zhou zishu also finds his will to live.

something something nature, grief, intersections:

By month's end, the north-facing branches of the plum tree were as black and twisted as the half-consumed wreckage of a house fire. If he stood on his roof, Zhou Zishu could see the flecks of budding plum trees painted across the city. His might just be slower—but a hard dark certainty had taken up residence in his gut. It wasn't going to bloom. In a week, Zhou Zishu would drive the second nail into his meridians.

Wen Kexing's approving little nods couldn't mask what was surely now obvious to both of them: Zhou Zishu had created a killing jar. Was it really so surprising that everything in it was dying?

But then, the book said—fire. Really, of all the things Zhou Zishu had done in the garden these weeks, treating the plum tree should have been the most familiar: cut down what must be cut down, cauterise what might be saved, and burn out the rot before it could spread. Court factions, families, trees—contain them or kill them, the tools were the same. Whether the tree would survive, the book could not tell him.

🪰 recommend a fic that makes you sad (in the best way!!)! Some great angst and/or hurt/comfort!

ripple by notoneoftheheroes. QY, WOH, pre-canon/canon divergence, wenzhou, alternative version of events, identity shenanigans, happy end, whump, angst, siji manour, M. a trick allows zhou zishu to move his sect back to the jianghu, (almost!) out from under the thump of the crown prince. but his sect, the family of his choosing, gets more and more dissatisfied with the choices zhou zishu makes to maintain that delicate balance and ensure their survival, and things start to tighten around zhou zishu‘s throat. will he lose everyone he loves? zhou zishu is an unreliable narrator in this one, and as things get worse and worse with the sect members he views as his family here, you can watch as each side makes terrible choices that lead them almost to a terrible end.

the two headed dragon by lisbeth_laufeyson. WOH alternative canon universe, childhood friends to lovers, angst, grief/mourning, manipulation, optimistic but open end*, E. out of the shadow, someone wants siji manour ill. things take a turn for the worse when wen kexing himself, one of the two leaders of tianchuang, gets fatally wounded and almost dies. over the course of his long coma, zhou zishu is vulnerable and falls into dark waters while trying to save his sect. this fic really examines zhou zishu‘s potential for committing atrocities, caused by his desire to do good and stoked by someone he trusts but shouldnt. you know who is behind it, thats not a spoiler, but they dont, and it hangs over the story like a dark cloud. this fic comes with a major character death tag! as with the last chapter that is not up to date anymore! there is a sequel! *important edit for clarification: its a bad ending! the only thing that could inspire u to be optimistic about it is that the person u think is dead turns out to not be dead!

🪳 recommend a great AU!

in a city sorrow built by wearealltalesintheend. WOH pre/canon divergence/alternative universe, family of choice, grief/mourning, fluff, T. the ghost valley is no place for a child, and thus wen kexing grows up on top of a mountain with an old monster, a goofy swordsmith, and a grieving old lady. yet, he clutches that glooming coal of rage and sorrow close to his chest, and decades later his revenge unfolds. i loved this so much for how it changes basically everything about wen kexing‘s backstory, and thus creates this alternative universe in which wen kexing Has It Better, but manages to examine how in the end it only marginally makes an impact on his desire for revenge and chaos. i loved the different faces of mourning and grief and how here, even more people join the collection of loved ones wen kexing loses. only now he truly isnt alone in his grief and he‘s arguably better emotionally prepared for it. this is a wip!

bug me for fic recs!!!!! do it!!!!!!!!

[mayweneverdie]

Silly rains fall hcs!!!! Please!!!

SILLY RAINS FALL HCS!!!

I’m a bit rusty w/ rf, but i must deliver

Cw: possible slight ooc for lack of experience writing him

Notes: some lean canon time, some modern, less silly than anticipated, took some inspo from tempting andromeda for some of these

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Very good cook

Makes a lot of meals his late wife use to make, and adds his whole heart and soul into it

He finds it more happy than sad to be cooking something his wife loved to make

Definitely an average fish enjoyer

I can imagine him getting a gift from young ef thats fishing related in a modern setting

Maybe a bobblehead sort of thing

I think a dog person, but still loves cats

Probably has a stray or dog that hangs around the reservation that he kinda claimed as his own, but doesn’t own it in a way

Tosses the dog a piece of meat when no one’s looking

Generally enjoys how dogs are more energetic than cats

Won’t deny holding a cat on his lap though

Makes sure his son eats first

Of course if ef refuses to eat, he’ll push for him to have a bite

But won’t starve himself for the night if ef ends up not eating

During ef’s high school years, he’d pack his lunch and throw in an extra sandwich or something for Paytah

Loves that ef has Paytah so a treat is in order

I think in modern era, his youtube search would be two things: restoration videos and video essays

Second one is a bit of a stretch but it makes sense in my mind

Very much a diy-er

Not in the way of making random center pieces from mason jars and twine

But like upholstery and such

Which ties in with the restoration videos

Generally comes out good

Makes the worse dad jokes

“Two guys walk into a bar, the third guy ducks.”

The jokes themselves aren’t always that funny, but there’s just a certain way he tells them that makes you giggle

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Im sorry for these being kinda short 😿

[leenaur143]

Bad Lawyer & Crazy Dog, an unconventional love story

JUST FINISHED THE LAST EPISODE OF LAWS OF ATTRACTION!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Okay this is your HUGE spoiler warning because I have so many thoughts and my love for this show knows no bounds but I don't wanna take away from the magic of living it through on your own so go watch it!!!

Overall episode rating: 9.5/10

Overall show rating: 10/10

I was so tempted to take away points for that SILLY GUITAR AND THE SINGING 😭🤣 but it's fine they can't help that they're in love dhhxhdj

So, currently writing this at midnight just after 2/9/2023 which was Tinn and Charn's wedding day!!!!!!! These two goofs have come so far and yeah, couldn't be happier for them 🫶

I took a pause in the middle of the episode to collate my thoughts and here was the list I made about the first half:

1. the mma boxing unconventional fight between tinn and nawin, it was giving 'youtube boxing: worst bits!' but it made me laugh so its fine 😭

2. thee having no one truly there for him except tan - his fellow bodyguards didn't even back him, meaning ever since he started working for tan's family he truly has known no one who cares and loves him deeply which 🥹😭 how did he manage to stay so kind through all that

3. thattep that psychopath.

4. nawin being the best character ever

5. how similar nawin and charn are (one just has a few dozen more braincells than the other

6. how charn planned that entire plot knowing the risks not only to his physical self but knowing he could be risking his entire career but he's ready to do that as we saw when thattep called him to prison 🤧👏

7. the one guy that said you dropped the soap in the prison showers 🥲

8. tan using his annoyingness to his advantage and celebrating being banned from an airline - the most tan thing to do tbh

9. thee and tinn link up AGAIN!!!

10. the wedding talk made me emosh.. the entire proposal (lets ignore the singing but even that wouldnt wipe the huge grin off my face as i was watching it) i love the storyline of the song though (hats off to that tumblr user who explained the story behind the song, this was perfect

11. emotional during the seeking of blessings from charn's mum

12. grandma is a gem 💯

13. maya and rose doing so much to help the people they love - they truly are the MVPs

14. tongkhao's dream living on 🥹 all she wanted on Tinn's birthday was for him to be happy and start a family with someone he loves, and he did it 🥹😭🤧

Also, completely ignore the fact that I skimmed over the whole exposing scene because it was decent but I knew, I just knew Charn wasn't gonna die today and a bullet wouldn't be the thing that ended him so IM GLAD I WAS RIGHT 😭

The wedding! OH THE WEDDING 🥹👏 It was beautiful, just everyone who loves them there and present in form or in spirit - seeing the dolls and knowing Tonkhao was there just 🥹 maybe I'm just an emotional wreck but this episode really got me in my feels

I did laugh my butt off when they were taking wedding photos because why so stiff 😭🤣 It served prom in a nice way WHICH IS FINE it was just looking a bit awkward and hence it was funny 🤭

Also I could write entire essays about Tan's storyline but the fact that he never held any resentment for his dad even after all of THAT is just astounding, and it highlighted how even though Thee and Tan are very different, down to their core values, they're the same which is why they're perfect for each other

Speaking of perfect for each other, seeing Rose and Maya get engaged!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHH I WAS SO HAPPY FOR THEMM

When Tinn said 'one day' concerning the conversation about the legality of same sex marriage in Thailand, I got in my feels again as you can probably gather is a common theme here, and I realised how much good shows like this promote.. and yeah I won't waffle on too much about that but it was really powerful 🥹

All in all, if we learnt anything from Laws of Attraction, I'd comfortably say it would be... how to say doll in Thai 🤣 (WHAT? It sounds so amazing! tuktā (pronounced too-ka-ta), it's a much better word!)

No, but seriously, what a show, I'd definitely recommend watching it and I hope, whoever is still reading my midnight rambles, enjoys it as much as I did 🫰

[unpredictable-probabilities]

Azul Ashengrotto of Royal Sword Academy || Chapter 12: Friendly Faces in Unexpected Places

Summary:

An impromptu visit by Azul gives Jamil the opportunity to show him around the Scarabia Dorm.

Despite their leader's willing hospitality, however, Azul feels all sorts of eyes on both of them from the other Scarabia students, waiting for an opportunity to strike.

Word Count: 8,057

Jamil is sitting at a desk in the detention classroom, staring at the clock as it ticks away the minutes.

How was he supposed to know that Crowley went away somewhere and left the much more competent and strict Trein in charge?

He had barely returned to NRC for five minutes when an upperclassman approached him and said that Trein was looking for him.

Trein wanted to speak with the Prefects about the Halloween preparations, and Jamil was nowhere to be found.

Someone had reported seeing him fly off, and they were about to call him on his phone when his upperclassman found him.

Ruggie, sitting at the desk beside him, leaned over and whispered, "How is he?"

Apparently Ruggie is in detention along with Ace and Floyd because Trein caught them in the middle of a duel. Floyd had been in a bad mood and things escalated.

Jamil, who already finished his written essay of apology, looked at Ruggie. "Hm? If you're asking about Ace, he claims his black eye is making it hard for him to compose proper sentences."

"I can give 'im two black eyes for balance," Floyd says from another desk, glaring at Ace.

Ace returns the glare—which looks a little odd with the black eye—but quietly returns to his writing after a cautious look at Trein on his desk grading tests with Lucius beside the stack of papers.

"We're here for another half hour, Jamil," Ruggie says pointedly. "You really wanna be in-denial for that long?"

"I could. Why do you wanna know so badly?" Jamil asks.

Floyd, having barely even touched his essay, just sighs morosely from his slumped position against the desk. "I wish I could go and just swim all the way to the Coral Sea..."

"Hey, he's coming back next week, right?" Ruggie tries for a cheerful tone. "That's just a few more days, then you can fly to RSA just like this guy did." He turns to Jamil and speaks even more quietly. "And of course I wanna know!" he whisper-yells. "Last time he was here, he looked like he could Overblot. Damn right I wanna know how he is!" He kicks Jamil's chair leg.

"Awww, you care about him," Jamil coos, before emitting a smile. "You've got nothing to worry about. Azul's doing just fine. A little harried with work, but it doesn't seem to be anything serious."

"A'right, that's good," Ruggie says in relief, nodding. "And don't get up on my case about caring about him when you're the one who's got his scent all over you," he sniffs at Jamil pointedly before leaning back in his chair.

Jamil stares at him in bewilderment before giving his sleeves a tentative sniff. He doesn't smell anything. Damn. Beastmen noses really are something else.

"Geez, is there a whole lovebug epidemic going on or something?" Ace whispers. "One moment y'all were normal then I blink and you got boyfriends you hopelessly pine for."

"Azul's not my boyfriend." Jamil protests.

"Do ya want him to be?" Ace asks with a smirk.

"... Floyd, give him another black eye," Jamil mutters.

Floyd perks up a little.

"Ahem!" Trein clears his throat.

They flinch in their seats and turn back to their desks, though Floyd just slumps back on his essay face-first.

Then Jamil's phone vibrates in his pocket.

Trein gives all four of them a cross look before gazing back to his papers.

Jamil waits for a moment before he subtly brings his phone out to take a peek at the messages.

According to the screen, he had received a text message from 'Piano Man'.

Jamil glances up at Trein to make sure he's still busy and proceeds to open the text.

Jamil feels himself smile.

Ace and Ruggie notice that Jamil's texting. They raise an eyebrow at his happy expression, exchanging curious glances.

Jamil pockets the phone, and Ace and Ruggie quickly look away.

Jamil's smile freezes up when he notices that Trein is staring at him. With the expression on his face, there was no doubt that he saw Jamil using his phone.

The professor merely sighs and goes back to his papers.

Jamil purses his lips and turns his gaze to the desk, flustered.

Basketball practice has just ended and Jamil is packing up his things when his phone buzzes in his bag.

Jamil pauses and opens up the bag to take the phone out, wondering if it was Azul.

His screen displays 'Piano Man'.

"Hey, Jamil," Ace appears behind him. "You're picking up some Halloween decorations tomorrow, right?"

Jamil puts away the phone as inconspicuously as possible and looks at Ace. "Yes. Why do you ask?"

"Can you get some more of that sheer black fabric thingy for my dorm's costume? Like, a yard of it, prolly?" Ace makes gestures with his hands, clearly not knowing how long a yard is. "Vil had lent us some prototypes this morning and my veil kinda… got disintegrated by Grim's flames," he gives an attempt at an innocent smile. "I haven't told Vil and I'm hoping I can at least give him a replacement fabric before I do."

Jamil makes a long-suffering sigh. "One of these days your big mouth's gonna cost you your life, but sure. You owe me, though."

"My big mouth? I didn't even say anything to Grim!" Ace says. "I just wore the veil and snuck up behind him and yelled 'Boo!'. Then he shot blue flames at my face," he pouts. "Anyway thanks, man!" Ace quickly jogs away, not saying anything about owing Jamil.

That's fine. Jamil finds ways to make sure that debt is paid.

For now, he takes a seat on one of the benches and opens Piano Man's messages.

Jamil playfully replies.

Jamil smiles and begins to make his way out of the gym, only to stop and hide behind one of the doors that open into the building.

A few minutes pass, and some students see Jamil standing behind the door and give him questioning looks, but no one talks to him.

Then his phone buzzes continuously. He feels certain that Azul is calling him to find his location.

But what if it's actually important?

He lowers the call volume as quietly as possible before picking it up, holding it close to his ear yet saying nothing.

"Does this challenge have a time limit? Or do you plan on hiding away until evening if necessary?" Azul asks playfully.

"Possibly. I'm a patient man." Jamil shrugs, whispering. "If you take too long, I'll move on to another place. Maybe get myself a bite to eat and some sleep."

"Ah, you're a cruel one, Viper. Although if you do sleep, you'll be staying in one place for a long while. Yes, do that, and you'll wake up with me beside you."

Jamil's eyes widen and he goes quiet, lost in the newly-conjured image in his head.

"...Sounds horrifying," he quietly concludes, quick to go for snark.

Azul chuckles. "Better not fall asleep, then. Can't you give me a hint, at least?" he sounds like he's playfully pouting.

Meanwhile, the last of the students are beginning to file out of the gym.

"...Scars," Jamil vaguely replies.

Azul is silent for a few moments. Then he appears in front of Jamil, phone still to his ear. He smiles, and when he speaks, Jamil hears him both through the phone and in person.

"Ah, so I was right. I almost left with those other students just now, you know." He ends the call and pockets his phone. "I asked Floyd where I might find you, and he said you had practice today."

He didn't move the door at all when he appeared, so he and Jamil seem to be in a very narrow corridor right now, between the door and the wall.

Azul leans against the wall casually and crosses his arms.

"Sorry it took a while, as you know the library is quite far from here."

Jamil stares at Azul's lean figure practically cornering him against the door and wall. Normally he avoided feeling cornered at all costs, but right now he realized that he doesn't really mind when it's Azul.

"...Better late than never," he coolly replies.

Azul raises an eyebrow in amusement. "I was half-expecting you to call it cheating that I asked Floyd."

Jamil chuckles. "I would've done the same, though I certainly wouldn't have admitted it."

"I didn't want you to think I was tracking your phone or anything like that. That was a rather clever hint, though," Azul smiles.

Jamil smiles along. "You're welcome. You missed your chance to see my scars, though." Right now his dorm uniform is covering much more of his skin than his basketball jersey did.

"That only means I have an excuse to see you again next time," Azul says and straightens up. "Would you like to go anywhere in particular? Though I realize I probably shouldn't be the one to ask that, seeing as this is, as you would call it, your turf."

"Hmm... Since you showed me your dorm, I think it seems fair that I show you mine, though I can't guarantee we'll make it all the way into my room without running into trouble." Jamil ponders, holding a hand to his chin. "Where have you been holding your meetings with Jade?"

"Last time it was at the Octavinelle lounge, because he had shown me where he plans to put up the café. Today it was in one of those booths with glass walls at the library because Jade wanted to look up certain recipes." Azul tilts his head. "And what did you mean by possibly running into trouble at your dorm?"

"Well..." Jamil furrows his brows. He'd normally go vague and tell Azul he's got nothing to worry about as long as he sticks with him, but it'd prolly be better to give him a heads-up. "We have a silly habit of setting traps around the building. Helps keep intruders out and keep us alert and cautious."

Azul raises his eyebrows in interest. "Intriguing." He steps back and steps aside to make way for Jamil. "Lead the way, Prefect."

And so Jamil does, taking him through the mirror portal which lands them in the middle of a bright hot desert.

After a short walk, a palace of white stone rises, glowing under the heat of the sun.

"Wow," Azul smiles. "Your palace gleams."

"It's not my palace," Jamil shakes his head. "I'm its glorified babysitter. Come on, the sooner we get into the shade of the buildings, the better. If you feel uncomfortable with the heat in any way, you tell me, okay?"

He leads Azul forward through the sand dunes.

"Is it always this hot here?" Azul asks as he squints at the sky, putting his hand up to shield his face from the glare of the sun.

"Mostly around this time of the day. It cools down immensely when it's night."

Suddenly, Jamil stops and motions for Azul to do the same.

Before them lies an unassuming patch of sand. The only thing that seems off about it is that it slowly swirls against the wind in a clockwise circle.

Jamil just sighs and sidesteps it, muttering to himself. "I thought I told them not to do quicksands..."

Azul follows where Jamil sidesteps. "Are all the dorms lined with traps?" he asks curiously.

Jamil shakes his head. "Just ours. You've got places like Savanaclaw and Diasomnia that rely on sheer might and power to drive away intruders. We're a bit more crafty with our defenses. After all, it wouldn't be the first time students from other dorms would sneak in and steal or break something. People hold childish grudges... And as I said before, these things keep us on our toes. It wouldn't hurt to train our resourcefulness and perception. Some of these traps are targeted towards me specifically. If I wholly fall prey to one of these, the other members will see it as an opportunity to take my position." He shrugs. "You know, normal things."

Azul looks at him in mild surprise, but all he says is "I see," as he looks again in front of him, his expression unreadable. "Then I suppose your dorm isn't the place you go to when you want to relax," the playfulness is back in his voice, but there's something else to it, like he's thinking of something in the back of his mind.

Jamil glances at him, confused at the subtle change. "I... suppose not, but I'm used to it. In a weird way, it's comfortable because it's a familiar environment, though hardly anything's comfortable with temperatures like this."

They continue on their trek into the main courtyard inside the dorm walls, Jamil noticing and avoiding anything he was sure hadn't been there the day prior and telling Azul to do the same.

A few Scarabia students are milling around the fountain, pausing as they spotted the both of them.

"Hey, it's that guy you chucked your food at!" said one of them to Orfeo, the one who had thrown his sandwich at Azul. "Planning on a revenge round anytime soon?"

"Are you nuts!? And get the Prefect on my ass?! Hell no," Orfeo hisses.

"Oh, your friends," Azul says lightly to Jamil, keeping his eyes forward and not looking at any of the residents. "Seems like they aren't too happy seeing me here, though it's not surprising."

"As if they're acting any differently than usual," Jamil rolls his eyes. "I don't think they're unhappy to see you, though. Ever since the Ball, NRC's hostility towards your school has been… dwindling. They still think plenty of your schoolmates are annoying but they're a bit more tolerant now than they used to be."

They pass by the fountain and enter the double doors into a spacious hall, the temperatures notably cooling down.

"You feeling all right?" He asks the other, noticing the faraway look in Azul's eyes.

"Hm?" Azul blinks and looks at him, then he nods and smiles. "Yes. Though admittedly the trek under the sun was a bit more tiring than I had expected," he takes out a handkerchief from his pocket and wipes the beads of sweat from his forehead. "I'd never been in a desert before." He absently unclasps the top button of his RSA coat.

Jamil looks away and closes his eyes for a second, telling himself he shouldn’t let his mind wander at the simple sight of the dip in Azul’s collarbone.

Then, finding his composure, he opens his eyes and says, "Follow me."

They soon enter the main lounge, a wide open area with carpets, pillows, and low desks on the floor looking out into a landscape view of the desert and blue skies. Columns and pillars hold up a domed roof as lanterns and silk sashes adorn the area.

Jamil has Azul sit by one of the tables. A mild and relaxing breeze blows by as he excuses himself for a moment before he returns with a refreshing coconut drink.

"Here. Can't have you passing out on me from the heat now."

There are a few more Scarabia students here as well, either napping or studying together. They had turned and stared at Azul when they first came in, but after a while, they shrugged off his presence and returned to their own business.

"Oh, thank you," Azul smiles and accepts the drink, taking a sip. "Do you spend a lot of your time here? The ambience is quite comfortable," he says as he looks around.

"You think so, too? It's one of the few places where we've all collectively decided not to trap. It's a neutral zone," Jamil explains. "Because of that and the shade, yes, it's quite nice. The amount of times I find the members fall asleep in the middle of their schoolwork is more than I can count now."

Azul smiles, the uneasiness in his eyes from earlier seems to have dissipated. "That's good to know." He takes another sip of his drink then furrows his eyebrows. "You didn't get a drink for yourself?"

"Oh." Jamil mutters. He had been so focused on preventing Azul from having a heatstroke that he didn’t think to get a drink himself. "I hadn't realized. It's okay, I don't really need one right now. So… How have you been the past few days?"

"I…" Azul looks down at his drink and looks at Jamil again with a half-hearted smile. "I've been alright..." There's a hesitation in his voice, like he's contemplating whether or not to say anything more.

Jamil gives Azul an exasperated look, complete with an arched eyebrow.

Azul sees Jamil's expression and averts his eyes, pursing his lips. Then he glances around the room to make sure no one is within earshot.

He speaks quietly. "It's Rielle… He has not been alright. His father called me yesterday and said that he's been disappearing lately during his downtime, going off somewhere for long periods. We did that sometimes when we were kids, sneaking off somewhere to play with our friends when there wasn't anything to do. But we hadn't done that for the past two years, and Rielle had never gone on his own. I asked him about it, and he said he was fine and he just needs some time to himself." He shakes his head slightly, deep in thought. "I should have gone there with him," he mutters.

"What would you have done if you had been there?" Jamil asks, looking just as troubled about the news as much as Azul is.

"I could accompany him to make sure he doesn't get himself into trouble, and keep him from feeling like he's alone," Azul says, then he sighs and removes his glasses for a moment to run a hand down his face. He puts his glasses back on and sits up straighter. "But I can still do that even when I'm here on land. Last night we talked on the phone for a long time, and he seemed to have calmed down. I just need to make sure that I check on him everyday." He gives Jamil a small smile. "Sorry, I'm unloading my burdens on you again."

"I asked, so you don't need to apologize. As we've established before, he's my friend, too, kinda… Where do you think he goes on his own?"

Azul thinks about it. "The only place he ever went on his own was the surface. He would swim up to some shore and watch the landdwellers in fascination. We both knew that I couldn't go with him because my merform was too conspicuous; we didn't want to attract attention especially when the king didn't know about his ventures to the surface. Though now that we've lived on land for almost two years and he's no longer that curious child, I don't know if that's still where he goes," he shakes his head.

"Hm... Perhaps he'd go somewhere new. Do you think he'd go anywhere dangerous, though?"

"I don't think so, he's not the type to put himself in danger," Azul says, sounding relieved at that realization. He laces his fingers around his drink, twiddling his thumbs. "I just… worry."

"Is there anything that we can do so that your worries can ease up somehow?" Jamil asks. He doesn’t like seeing Azul so troubled.

Azul looks at him and smiles. "The hangout is already helping," he reaches over and places his hand on the table beside Jamil's hand. "And thank you for asking. Anyway, enough about me," Azul adapts a more cheerful tone and pulls his hand back to rest beside his cup. "How have you been the past few days? Floyd told me you got in detention when you came back from RSA two days ago."

"Ugh…" Can he hide nothing in this world? "Yeah. But detention is just whatever. Wrote stuff on paper and stayed still for a few hours."

Azul chuckles. "All right. How are the Halloween preparations coming along? Have you been busy?"

"Busy enough," Jamil nods, thinking back to the past few days. "Everything's coming along together nicely, though, and so far we haven't faced any major hiccups. We recently went around checking every dorm's booths and costumes - you've probably seen them around. Since you were at the Library, you must've seen Ignihyde's, if they had their projection mapping turned on, that is. Without it, the place looks pretty normal."

"Projection mapping? Interesting, I don't think it was on when I was there. I look forward to seeing it," Azul smiles. "Where's Scarabia's booth going to be?"

"At Sam's. We already finished setting everything up before we did the initial check-up, or Vil would've had our hides otherwise. We'll be doing another one on Sunday just to make sure nothing's out of place. What about you guys? What sort of preparations have the Headmages been making you do?"

"We've been collaborating with Vil in making the costumes, though I'm not directly in charge of that and I haven't personally spoken to him," Azul says. "I'm more focused on the catering and performances. There would be food stalls that would be co-managed by both NRC and RSA students; our Headmages said that it would be good practice for cooperation. Your Pop Music Club has volunteered to perform, though they haven't submitted any plans yet, and so far I don't know what they'll be performing. Our Music Club will be performing as well on the day of Halloween itself, as a sort of opening act to start the day."

"Oof, good luck to our Pop Music Club. May they come up with something soon." Jamil comments before he rests his chin on his hand. "Will you be playing the piano again that day?"

Azul smirks playfully. "Oh, you wouldn't want me to ruin the surprise now, would you? Though I will be performing, yes. That much I can tell you."

Jamil shoots Azul an intrigued smile. "Very well. It better not disappoint me now."

He very much doubts Azul ever could.

"By the way, how has Kalim been? I've been texting him, but it's been more of the usual."

His messages did seem to lack a bit of the usual energy, though…

"He hasn't had any more outbursts, fortunately. And he still has to report to the infirmary every day so they can monitor his Blot levels. Rahzel, my friend who's a student assistant there, said that they still remain normal," Azul says reassuringly. "He hasn't been as cheerful these days, though. I think he's having a hard time accepting it when he makes mistakes. I'd been eating lunch with him and accompanying him in some study sessions, and he doesn't seem to mind. Though I do get the impression that he avoids me sometimes. It seems like he's embarrassed that I saw what happened in the cafeteria last time, even though I've told him that it's perfectly all right and everyone makes mistakes like that."

"That's the thing, that doesn't sound like him at all," Jamil remarks, scowling at the very idea of it. "Kalim would pick himself up and dust himself off after every bungle and move on like it's nothing. Usually I'd be the one frazzled and bothered by the end of the day trying to fix his mistakes. I guess he's really trying to be more responsible, but it's concerning that he's holding onto that one small mistake for this long... All right, hold on, I'll be back."

Jamil stands up and leaves the lounge.

After a quiet moment, one of the Scarabia members lying down on the floor looks up at Azul. "Psst! Hey, you!"

Azul looks down at him. "Hello," he says in a polite and friendly tone, but he remains cautious. He has not forgotten the less than friendly treatment that he has gotten from NRC throughout the years.

"So, like, you and the Prefect are like a thing now, right?"

"A… thing?" Azul pretends to be confused. He has received similar questions countless times about him and Rielle; he knows exactly what this person is talking about. "We are friends, yes."

"Come on, man, you know what I mean," the guy complains, sitting up.

He's sitting with another Scarabia student, who's busy groaning over a pile of study sheets.

"There's something there, right? You can't honestly expect us to look at the both of you and not think you're more than friends?"

"Don't listen to him," mutters the groaning student. His eyes aren't leaving the test sheets. "He's just bored because he doesn't wanna study for the finals."

"I'll cram it all up after Halloween Week!" The gossipmonger rolls his eyes. "Come on, seriously. You're a special guy to Jamil, right? He doesn't just bring people here for nothing, and you don't sound like you're talking about Halloween preparations."

Azul can't deny the butterflies that came alive in his stomach at the Scarabian's remark. Fortunately, he's trained in maintaining a composed facade.

He smiles good-naturedly. "That's flattering, but Jamil himself hasn't said anything of the sort, and I don't want to assume."

It's true. He always enjoys spending time with Jamil, and if he's to be honest with himself, sometimes the way Jamil looks at him makes his heart flutter and gets him thinking…

But he'd rather not get his hopes up.

The gossipmonger waves his hand nonchalantly. "Okay, fine. But that means that you can sway him a bit, yeah?"

The test-groaner perks up at this, looking at Azul with newfound interest.

Azul narrows his eyes. "What do you mean?" he asks cautiously.

"Can you convince him to make our study sheets easier?" Gossipmonger begs. "He's an okay leader, but as soon as he tutors us, the stuff he gives are even more difficult than the actual exams!"

"I mean, we get that it's to help keep us on the up-and-up during the exam period, but..." Test-Groaner mutters.

"It's practically unnecessary!" Another student suddenly jumps in.

Azul thinks about it. He doesn't want to impose on how Jamil runs his dorm, but perhaps there's something he can do for these students.

"May I take a look at those study sheets?"

The three students blink at him in surprise and glance at each other before the gossipmonger takes his sheet and quietly passes it to the merman.

Azul takes it and reads through the questions. The material that Jamil gave them really is more advanced than the usual exams that Azul takes at RSA. However, the study sheets that he reviews with Rielle and their friends are about at the same level as this. Expectations for them are always higher, after all.

"This would be easier to digest if you narrow down the categories here," he points at the paper. "Jamil had mixed the questions of each subject altogether, that's why it looks more daunting. But if you write them down on a separate piece of paper and group the questions according to the subject, it's significantly less confusing."

He realizes what he just did and looks up at the students.

"Ah, apologies," he says sincerely. "I didn't mean to impose. I'm just used to studying with my friends, and I explain things like this to them sometimes." He hesitates before adding, "This looks very similar to the study sheets we use; we can figure it out together, if that's okay with you."

He knows that NRC students aren't naturally inclined to accept help, especially from an RSA student.

The students glance at each other again.

"... Are you offering to do this for us... for free?" Gossipmonger asks, suspicious.

Ah, there it is. If this were RSA, they'd just go through it together already. Although he does respect the cautiousness that these students have. He has been taught the same thing in Knight Class.

"I was," Azul smiles. "But if it would be easier for everyone if I were to ask a payment of sorts, there is one favor I'd like to ask."

"Aww," The student who had hopped in on the convo complains.

Gossipmonger ignores him, crossing his arms. "That's more like it. What're your terms?"

"From what I understand, all of you here lay traps for each other to keep your wits sharp, which is quite admirable, if I may say," he begins carefully. "The favor I'd like to ask is, when it comes to setting traps for Jamil, can you make sure they're non-lethal? Whether it's you setting them up or your fellow residents.

I'm not saying that you should investigate each trap that your dormmates are setting up, I just mean that should you ever notice that they're setting a trap for Jamil, do what you can so that it's not too dangerous. Instead of quicksands that can drown him, how about tripwires that can trigger binding spells that would simply incapacitate him? You don't have to kill him even if you want to take over his position, yes?"

He looks at them, gauging their reactions.

They stare back at him in shock.

"Kill Prefect?!" Gossipmonger repeats, horrified

"And stop eating all his delicious meals?!" Student-Hopper gasps. "No way!"

"Why'd we ever do that?" Test-Groaner adds. "We'd be idiots to get rid of someone so capable."

"Did you say quicksand?" a fourth student asks, scooting closer from his table and alerting the other students he had been studying with. "That's mine! What did you think of it? Wasn't it cool?"

"I thought we banned outside traps," Convo-Hopper points out.

"But how else is he gonna run into it? What do you want me to do? Put a tripwire on the main hall's carpet like everyone else? How'm I supposed to stand out and impress the Prefect with that?!"

Azul blinks, feeling a little embarrassed for all his worrying but mostly relieved that Jamil doesn't appear to be in any real danger here after all.

He adjusts his glasses as he gathers his thoughts.

"Perhaps you can impress him if you get a high score on that study sheet," he smiles at the student who just joined the conversation. "It's more difficult than the exams, right? And most of you have trouble with it. If you show him that you answered it much better than usual, then you'd definitely stand out and impress him." He relaxes his posture and looks at the first student. "Does this mean I have to think of a different favor?"

"Hmm..." Gossipmonger hums, then he clicks his fingers. "Got it! Maybe we can talk to you about the Prefect!"

This elicits a gasp from many of the students in the lounge and all of them begin to crowd around Azul.

"Jamil's super cool, but..." one of the students whispers towards Azul. "We rarely ever get to hang out with him."

"We host parties and games here from time to time but he never attends any of them!" another complains.

"Does he not like us or something?" wilts someone, looking morose.

"Hey! It's not like that, he's prolly got stuff to deal with! He ain't the most careful and crafty guy here for nothing!" Quicksand fellow reasons.

"Have you seen how he danced? The guy can totally throw down in a party if we just get him to open up more!"

"You know more about him than we do!" Convo-hopper concludes, looking up at Azul with hopeful eyes. "What's he like once you get to know him? Is there anything that he enjoys?"

"Guys, this makes no sense," Test-Groaner points out in exasperation. "How is this doing Mister Azul a favor? It sounds like he's just helping you some more, this time about Prefect rather than a test."

"One can argue that he is the hardest test question to decipher out of all of them," a student sagely nods.

Azul blinks, feeling bewildered. This was not what he had been picturing at all about Scarabia, what with Jamil talking about turncoats, the sandwich that flew at him, and Jamil saying just minutes ago that they want to overthrow him.

Then he smiles. It's clear how much these residents respect Jamil, and he can understand their desire to know more about him. He has the same desire, after all.

How could he possibly say no to their request?

"It would be a favor to me if you tell me about him too," he addresses Test-Groaner. "He doesn't tend to talk about himself, and I'd like to get to know him better. And talking to his residents that he cares so much about would be a good way to do that, right?" He extends a hand to the first student that spoke to him. "Do we have a deal?" he asks in a playful tone.

Gossip-Monger gives Azul a long contemplative stare before he nods and takes the merman's hand.

Then as many of the residents as possible, even the Test-Groaner, close in and put their hands on top of the handshake. Like a huddle, they push their hands down and raise it up high with a "Whoo!"

Azul's eyes widen in surprise, he had never been treated with such respect and warmth by a large group of NRC students before.

He laughs good-naturedly as everyone settles down.

"How shall we begin this?" he asks as he takes off his coat. The breeze had stopped, and Scarabia really is significantly warmer than the coastal climate of RSA. He rolls up the sleeves of his white dress shirt up to his elbows. "Do I explain the study sheets first, or do you want to ask questions about Jamil already?"

One of the students whistles, eyes following Azul’s movements. A student next to him slaps a hand over his eyes. "Stop that! Do you want the Prefect to stab you!?"

Before Azul could ask what that was about, Gossipmonger spoke. "Obviously we should start with the Prefect first!" He said it like it's a no-brainer.

The majority of the students nod in agreement.

"Is it really true that Mister Jamil stabs people that upset him?" asks a freshman with dark violet hair.

Azul very much doubts it, but he can't just say that without explanation. "Well, you might know that one of your dormmates threw  a sandwich at me last time I was here. I don't know his name but Jamil was rather upset with him. He didn't stab him, though. Or harm him in any way as far as I know."

Some look relieved. Some look slightly disappointed.

"Maybe he punishes them another way…?"

"Maybe he makes people submit through sheer charisma?" Convo-Hopper hops in. "Like, he's such a quiet guy but have you looked at him? If he wanted to, he's got enough beauty to sway anyone to his side just like Vil."

"Excuse me, are you comparing someone to the Vil Schoenheit?!" gasps someone, sounding offended. 

"But am I wrong!? Tell me you could look him right in his deep dark eyes and have the guts to refuse any of his requests?"

"Settle down, your thirst is showing."

"Speaking of the guy who threw a sandwich at you, I saw what you did!" Test-Groaner points out. "That was a pretty cool maneuver. Where'd you learn that? Do they teach you that stuff at RSA?"

"Oh, thank you," Azul says bashfully. "We have a class that teaches combat, yes. Though it's not mandatory. I didn't mean to hurt your friend, though, so I simply got his Magic Pen out of the way. Especially since the sandwich didn't harm me, anyway."

"You don't gotta apologize," Gossipmonger casually states. "Idiot deserved it."

"In fact, he's lucky you were so nice to him." Quicksands huffs. "If anyone threw a sandwich at me, I'd make sure I'd give them a sandwich back! A KNUCKLE SANDWICH!"

"That reminds me…" a junior remarks. "Someone has tried to pick a fight with Jamil earlier in the year. A Savanaclaw, I think..."

"Oh yeah, he looked real serious and determined about it, too. Thought a brawl was gonna happen," another says. "But.. it just took one conversation between them and then it was all fine and peachy."

"I kinda wish we saw him beat that guy up..."

"But that just means he's got such a way with words!" One of the other freshmen dreamily sighs, before perking up. "Does he talk to you a lot, Mister Azul? He's so quiet when he's around us."

"He does," Azul nods, a smile forming on his face at remembering how Jamil's eyes shine when talking about dancing, and when they looked at the stars in RSA’s observatory. "Not at first, though. Initially he was quiet too, and I even thought he disliked me. But when I started conversations and just honestly expressed myself, he eventually relaxed and started talking as well. I think he appreciates it when you're straightforward about what you want or what you're thinking about him." It still makes him smile whenever he remembers how Jamil reacts when Azul expresses how much he appreciates him.

"For example, if you set up a quicksand trap for him, he might think that you dislike him and set up that trap so you can take his position as Prefect. But if you tell him that you want to impress him because you respect him a lot, maybe he'd tell you what you can do to achieve just that."

He knows that honesty and expression of sentiments aren't NRC's strong points, but Jamil is getting the hang of it, and these students are being rather straightforward right now.

"So you… don’t set up traps to impress someone?" Quicksands asks, confused.

"Nah, man, you got me with your snare when I was entering our bathroom that one time. That was dope," says Quicksands' roommate. "But I can see why that'd come off as hostile..."

"I guess we haven't really tried saying how much we appreciate him to his face before..."

"Mister Azul, what more do you wanna know about our Prefect? You sound like you already know him more than all of us combined," the Violet Freshman says.

Azul takes a moment to think about it. "How is he as a Prefect? What makes all of you want to impress him?" he asks curiously.

Multiple students begin to talk all at once.

"He can control the tides of any game he gets challenged to, especially if it involves strategy!"

"He's got killer dance moves! I'd kill to get him to teach me some of them!"

"He knows exactly what to say to defuse a situation!"

"He works the hardest out of all of us to make sure our dorm's a powerhouse among powerhouses! He rarely takes the credit but we all see how much he takes care of his members!"

"His intelligence rivals that of Riddle's, one of the smartest kids in school, yet he still takes the time to give us tips whenever we need academic help."

"If you watch him play basketball, you can see how much he keeps the team together through his plans and leadership skills."

"He could stab me and I'd thank him for it."

"His cooking's SO good! Have you tried any of his curry!?"

"He's usually so quiet and neutral about everything, but when he REALLY gets pumped up, you can see it and it gets so inspiring to watch!"

"He's strong, handsome, smart, and maybe not kind but DEFINITELY dependable, how can you NOT wanna impress hi—"

"WHAT is going on here!?"

All the Scarabia students gasp and turn to find Jamil standing in the doorway, a small box in his hands as he glares at them in befuddlement.

Immediately, they all zip back to their tables and pretend like nothing happened.

Jamil hurriedly walks over to Azul, inspecting him from head to toe and noticing that he had shed his coat and rolled up his sleeves. "What were they doing? Are you hurt? If they had tried anything funny—"

Azul grasps Jamil's arm to calm him down.

"Jamil," Azul says, unable to keep the smile off his face. "Did you hear the things they were saying as you walked in?" He speaks clearly, making sure Jamil understands him.

"Huh? What are you talking about?" Jamil asks in confusion.

Some of the students immediately try to hide or bury their heads in their study sheets out of embarrassment.

Azul sighs, still smiling, and does his best to keep himself from excitedly rambling like the Scarabians did mere moments ago.

"Well," he says as he calms down. "They were telling me about how much they appreciate you and want to impress you, and I was encouraging them to just tell you that, instead of setting traps for you that you think is designed to overthrow you."

Azul glances around at the embarrassed residents, remembering how long it took for Jamil to get used to expressing sentiments.

He smiles. "But perhaps they're not ready for that yet. It's all right, I'm sure that residents of a dorm as clever as this would figure it out eventually. You did, right? Oh and in exchange for them telling me about how much of a cool Prefect you are, I promised to help them with their study sheets. Would you mind giving me a copy of it later?"

"Huh? I… sure?" Jamil looks even more confused now. "... Did I miss something?" He throws his gaze around the whole room. Everyone avoids his eyes or pretends that they weren't involved.

"Are you sure you can trust them? What if they were only trying to get on your good side?" Jamil quietly mutters, beginning to sit back down on the floor, still looking uneasy.

"You missed quite a lot, actually," Azul takes a sip of his drink, but Jamil can still see his smile. "Do NRC students normally try to get on an RSA student's good side?" Azul asks as he puts his drink down. "Or is that exclusive to Scarabia? If that's the case, then you personally are doing a wonderful job," he says playfully.

"I-I suppose not, but then…" He casts another bewildered look around the room, as if anyone was gonna confirm Azul's statements this time.

No one budges.

"All right, let's say I believe you for now," Jamil sighs, still looking like he doubts it. "I'm just glad that they didn't do anything stupid, at least. If you're serious about the study sheets thing, I'll give you a copy. Are you... planning on tutoring them today or something?"

"Not today," Azul says. "Perhaps the day after Halloween, there'll be enough time for that. Today is reserved for you."

Azul is looking at him with a gleam in his eyes. Whatever happened here, Azul seems to have gained new knowledge about Jamil that made him pretty happy.

"Huh? For me?"

Several nearby Scarabia students give each other knowing glances and try not to give any emotion away as Jamil notices them.

Jamil stares at Azul in silence, unsure what to say, before he clears his throat and decides to move on. "Right... Well, anyway, here. If it's possible, can you give this to Kalim later?"

Inside the small crate is a makeshift care package, with drinks that look like more of the chilled coconut juice, some homemade snacks from the Scalding Sands, bath bombs, a scarf, and a small music player.

He slides it over to Azul. "I... can't be there to help him right now, but hopefully he can find something here that'll remind him of home."

Azul looks surprised for a moment, then he nods and smiles. "Of course. I'm sure he'll be glad just knowing you care enough to send him these gifts." He pulls the box closer to him. "... Are you feeling alright?" he asks Jamil.

Jamil glances at Azul. "Are you asking because of Kalim or because of these guys apparently talking about me when I'm not in the room?"

Azul gives a small smile. "Because of Kalim. And these guys only talk about you when you're not in the room because they're too intimidated to talk when you are in the room."

"Huh..." Jamil squints at the nearest table, where Gossipmonger and Test-Groaner sat. They pointedly do their best to ignore him. "Anyway, well... I'm all right. It's Kalim you should be worried about. I've just never seen him act like this before, so it's throwing me off a bit. I made this in case he could be feeling homesick and stressed out from taking up all those new responsibilities. It must be a lot to adjust to."

Azul nods. "It's the first time he's been apart from you for so long, right? Having to deal with all of his responsibilities without your guidance would understandably stress him out, so I believe your gift would mean a lot. I shall keep an eye on him as much as I can, and I'll be keeping you updated."

Jamil looks considerably calmer. "Thank you."

Silence falls between them…

"Did you take your coat off because it still feels uncomfortably hot for you in here?" Jamil asks.

"Why not wear one of our dorm uniforms, then?" Convo-Hopper speaks up, ducking under the table when Jamil turns to look his way.

"Yeah, they're made to regulate heat absorption," Gossipmonger mutters, but his back is turned from the both of them, so even when Jamil looks, he seems to still be staring at his (empty) study sheet. 

Azul looks at the students that had been quite chipper with him earlier.

"For the old names of the formerly five cities on the southern side of the island before the Era of Sages, remember the mnemonic GREAT.

Gyrea Nionco, Radore, Edos Brumo, Andmico, and Tanvia.

And for the five boats that sailed to the Land of Dawning during Captain Maui's expedition, the mnemonic is SEVEN.

Swena, Ekoge, Viatheof, Ebru, and Naviet.

They're two of the most commonly asked questions in Magical History, and worth quite a few points."

Azul smiles at them. "I'm sorry I don't have time for a proper tutoring today, but I will do it after Halloween, you have my word."

He turns to Jamil, and his smile becomes shier. "Yes, I was feeling a little warm. Next time I should really bring an extra shirt whenever I visit."

Jamil stares at him in surprise as the Scarabia students within the lounge begin to double down on writing Azul's advice.

"Whoa…" says Scarabia's Prefect. "Guess you guys really have come to some kind of understanding… That's... a lot to think about. But for the time being, they're right. At least for the remainder of this visit, it wouldn't do for a guest to be uncomfortable in any way. Follow me. I'm certain we've got spares in the storage room if you don't mind wearing something out of your comfort zone. I don't think I've ever seen you wear anything without sleeves before." And he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t curious to see what a sleeveless shirt would look like on Azul.

"Alright," Azul nods. "Where shall I put this?" he raises his empty cup.

"Give it here. We'll deposit it in the kitchen on the way."

He takes the glass and begins to lead Azul out of the lounge and into the rest of the dorm.

"... They're totally gonna make-ou—" someone mutters before the lounge doors shut.

<- Chapter 11

Chapter 13 ->

(Masterlist)

[darkmatilda]

Okay, firstly, I'm waiting so eagerly for the alternate version of with the light of I can't wait. Secondly, i thought you deserved a congratulations for the way you wrote the smut in that fic because, omg. I'm not a big smut reader mainly because there's always something that gives me the ick - I think it has a lot to do with the characterisation of spencer. I'll read pretty much anything, but if the personality of a character (this specifically applies to criminal minds because im watching it 24/7) is off, then I get really annoyed. Also, smut writers can't seem to stay away from all the most annoying clichés and it makes me inexplicably angry. All I'm really trying to say here is that you did a really good job considering I can't read 90% of smut.

I'd also like to say that I appreciated how long the fic was in general, the text messages between the reader and jude which could literally could have been stolen from me and my friends and the wah you wrote the dialogue which was probably my fave part.

Sorry for the essay. I'm a yapper at heart, and I read with the light off right before I was planning to delete this app, so you may have literally saved a life with that fic. (The life of my tumblr account, not my life, to be clear)

GIRL I L O V E YOU FOR ALL THE NICE WORDS IT MAKES ME SO MOTIVATED TO WRITE AND ALSO SO HAPPY THAT PEOPLE LIKE MY WORKS!!

oh god you have no idea how hard writing the smute scene was for me, i'm not native english speaker i have lack of vocabulary related with erotica (i just don't read much of it)

sex doesn't particularly excite me, and it's definitely not why I read fanfics. fun fact, I wrote two versions of this scene. the first one was a bit typical and cliché, and writing it honestly just embarrassed me. on top of that, my overly analytical brain kept throwing thoughts at me like 'at what point are they supposed to take off their socks?' the whole writing process exhausted me, and I didn't like the end result, so I deleted everything. then I wrote it again, but less descriptively, focusing on emotions and feelings, and that's the version you got to read. by the way, I'd really love to hear more from you about your icks in smuts, because I have a few myself ;>

staying in character is extremely difficult for me in erotic scenes, especially if it's a character from an existing canon and not my own. I think spencer is particularly challenging in this regard, so I'm really glad you liked it

i was laughing out loud while writing those text messages lol

the last paragraph just made me awww <3 bestie give tumblr one more chance please

[eldrith]

HIYAA! It’s me, the new tumblr acc person who asked u abt the text thing on ur own intro post, and i was wanting to ask for some tips on writing?

Ok so hold on let me compliment u first cuz u are actually so amazing!!! i’ve been following ur stuff for a while now (not rlly, since like summer 24 but shh) and honestly ur writing is so stunning and beaand breathtaking and legit made me pull up the dictionary like every two seconds (mostly cuz eng isnt my first language), like if shakespear himself was reborn to this time and age i’m convived he was born as u, cuz ur talent is INSANE?? like AAAAAAAAAAAA

anyway now that i got that out of my system (not rlly, i could write an entire essay on how beautiful and amazing ur writing is) i was hoping to ask for tips on writing? like general stuff yk? also i heard that its good to have a few drafts ready for when u start posting so it wont take long to get content out?

ughh srry for the ramble im stressing😭 also i kinda giggled when u said my blog will def be cute cuz the aesthetic it has rn………. 😀 its far from cute lol😭 i still think its pretty :3

hi cutie! sorry it took me a moment to answer this i've been so busy!!

first of STOP IT bc youre so sweet (& if you've been following me since summer '24 then you've been here the whole time bc i made this account in july!!! <3) the dictionary part ahahaha i get it!!! you're so kind to say such things i appreciate you & im so happy you like my writing!!

dw about rambling i literally don’t stop taking ever. & i believe you that ur blog is SO cute!!!!

i would be happy to share some tips ! i obviously am not the best source bc im not a professional writer and to each their own – but here's a (very long im sorry) list of what i recommend:

in terms of tumblr,

having a 'backlog' of fics in your arsenal is a great thing. i think even a plethora of diferent wips can be a great thing too (there's 11 unfinished wips in my folder rn that may not see the light of day), even if you're a slow writer (like me). that being said, it doesn't have to be that way — sometimes i post things right after finishing them just bc i want to share it!!!

along that vein, i know a lot of my moots here have schedules or structuring to posts. alerting their followers or posting teasers before (i do like to do this often), or scheduling fics to be posted on a certain day/time. i think this is wonderful; though i haven't been able to keep myself to such a routine, and literally just let things rip whenever.

time zone reblogging is a good way to ensure any readers around da globe see your fic! you can figure out some of the main time zones and schedule reblogs of your fics for those times. i sometimes do this too!

create your post draft w/ title/headers/warnings & tags etc beforehand bc it is SUCH a drag to do when you’re about to post a fic!!!

again, people are for the most part very kind here; don't feel like you have to be churning out fics just to keep people's attention. your writing will be wonderful & they will (they WILL. or else i will Get Them) be grateful that you chose to share it!!

in terms of general writing, i actually have so many thoughts on writing and preferences, but i dont want to be insane on main so here's just a few things off the dome—

love your story!! i think people's best works are when they become deeply invested with their own plot/characters. it's why i chose to leave certain characters, because i was no longer loving/enjoying my stories.

withhold information from your readers. i am a huge believer in the theory of omission. this seems to be a bit controversial on here; but i personally am in support of Hemingway's iceberg theory. overwhelming readers with information is boring. let them use their imagination to keep them & yourself from getting burnt out, & allow them to see what they'd like to within those gaps.

write first & edit later. this is something that took me a while to get into the habit of bc i always feel the need to fix things immediately. but it helps the writing process to get out your thoughts and structure first, then fine-comb it after. it saves energy & time!!!

especially in longer fics, avoid logical fallacy — ie., arguments that do not have adequate support. if your characters are fighting and it is for a reason that is not believable (same with a larger scale, like war), then it isn't as realistic nor entertaining to read!!! (i could elaborate but i could write so much on all of this HAH)

USE THE FIVE SENSES. all of them. they are your friend for creating imagery and i use them all the time. this also helps to avoid white room syndrome.

speaking of imagery: make use of both literal and figurative.

literal — obvious & realistic description of anything. ex; describing how black the wings of a raven are. simple& makes a huge difference in world building. figurative — my favorite; words and descriptions that imply certain ideas & need to be interpreted. describing how shadows slither around corners; implying distrust or paranoia, thoughts of serpents, etc. (this is where you have to have faith in your readers — perhaps i put too much faith in them sometimes lmao.)

my favorite way to ensure a cohesive work is to always anchor a motif. i always write with a clear recurring element in my works (could be some device, reference of some sort, words/verbal formula) which appears habitually. in every piece ive written there is at least one motif & usually more (i could cite examples but im not going to rn). it’s my favorite way of conveying emotion & importance. it help sets mood — and ties your whole fic together.

George Orwell has written a lot about never using the passive where you can use the active... this is obviously a preference; i have read countless astounding fics here that write in the passive, but i personally find myself more engaged in active tense. you’re IN the story, not being told of it.

DO NOT USE AI BOTS TO HELP GENERATE YOUR WRITING. ai is incredibly harmful to art; i understand folks who have english not as their native language attempt to use bots to 'polish' their writing, although it is so incredibly obvious when it is used — because computers use patterns. AI CANNOT CREATE, it can only replicate. it can only steal. they use repetitive words, phrases, and structures; all chat GPT fics read, in one way or another, the same; and have a non-human touch which is ingenuine. writers are beautiful and unique because they are different, because we all have a different relationship with english and writing. i often wonder if my translations come out incorrectly because my mother tongue is not english (however i've spoken it basically all my life, so i acknowledge it is different); though i think the charm in authors is their choice in expression. i hope people are confident with themselves, no matter their perceived skill level. i hope they know a robot will take away their intrinsic skill and natural talent. i hope they know it is incredibly obvious when chat bots are used to generate writing. and i see it in this fandom all the fucking time.

writers on writing; ie., some sources that help me:

ray bradbury on: I’ve kept everything I’ve ever cared about since childhood.' or: why personal experience is integral to writing fiction. (1963)

anaïs nin on how the excess of emotion is essential to writing.

ten rules of writing by nietzsche.

vonnegut/kafka: uncertainty is the crucible of creativity. or: the shapes of stories.

writing morally grey characters (character depth)

donna tartt on the writing process: an interview (must watch!!! shes my god)

okay i am DONE yapping. i hope some of this helps & if u have any comments or questions or anything im happy to hear what u think!!