#I am doing a sheet for each gen 2

[doomful]

I am in a hell of my own making while fireworks pop off in the neighborhood around me :)

[iceclew]

hahaha, yeah, might have been re-obsessed with my own AU here, because some @mechazushi fueled my brain with new content about them..so I can't help it.. once again diving deep into the fantasyy... and next to the Witcher and Skyrim law... well I came along with something else as well now :D

*mushes WOW into the fantasy pile*

Part 1 here

Oh, and THIS time I'll add my thoughts about them IN the description, how 'bout that? (▀U ▀-͠)

Narumi Gen:

Witcher/Hunter and counterpart/companion of Soshiro Hoshina. They both initially travelled to the mountains to find a rumored dragon's den to slay said. His skills are very much resembling what a witchers can do, and he is remarkable in swords art, but also a formidable sourcerer for fight related magic and enchantment. Hoshina lacks the skill for advanced spells. They have an unspoken agreement to help each other get better with the skills the lack. He also prepares most of their potions.

Mina Ashiro:

(OK, listen Reno bb, pls don't cry, I promise you get your own ref sheet, I already made some scribbles as well!! She just shoved herself into my brain last night, and I liked it, so I simply had to do this! (~￣³￣)~ I'll make it up buddy <3)

I very much loved the idea of her being a long gone friend of dragon Kafka, that gifted him his human form and influenced his life so much. It suits the story sooo good!! But I kinda was sad she wasn't part of the current story anymore... ಡ ﹏ ಡ Well yeah, that's what I thought about yesterday while working on Narumi, got to bed, and at like 2 am a word hit me like a rock and I was fcking wide awake..

Banshee... ╭( ๐_๐)╮omg, that's gonna be awesome, I'mma make her a banshee like Sylvana and she's gonna be there and has to rediscover the world, since she was gone so long.

sfhfsdldkjthat's what I did. She is a banshee now, lol. A half-elf banshee, might I add. Revived by a necromancer in a very complicated ritual. So basically - welcome to season 2 of this AU of ours I guess? The necromancer in question (oh my, who could it possibly be, I ask? It's ma gurl Rin, of course) contacted Kafka and his party, with the intention to perform a ritual on Mina's grave to free her soul, which is still clinging to earth because of a later discovered act of betrayal that 'caused Tachikawa to fall when their enemies arrived. (smth like this, I dunno, I didn't think this part through a lot, lol)

For performing the ritual she needs, amongst other things, detailed information and a contribution of someone that was close with the deceased. After finding Mina's grave and corpse deep down in the catacombs of Tachikawas ruins they start the ritual. Kafka needs to contribute a scale and some details about Mina in the past, that the necromancer incorporates into the ritual. To everyone's suprise she also adds her own blood. The necromancer reveals her true goal to not free but capture Mina's soul and obtain her powers. But something goes wrong (maybe because of Kafka interrupting the ritual now, or smth idk) and instead Mina is revived as an undead soul with a new (but slightly unfinished) body. Because of the contributed blood she is bound to her summoner for as long as it takes her to find and free the part of her soul that is in fact still captured somewhere on earth. (Oh no - so Kafka gets his bestie back, that is also basically immortal :| And I def. have in mind some enemies to lovers bullsh*t here with the banshee and her necromancer, lol sorry not sorry)

I used a whole bunch of references that I would like to mention:poses 1 2 3 + clothing 1 2

[millylotus]

General Notes

May I introduce to you my headcanons for Duke and Danny

Let��s start with Danny cause he changed the most [kinda]

The Fentons are a mixed Filipino-Cuban family [Maddie-Jack] b/c I wanted to [I am not Filipino or Cuban so if I mess up somewhere please tell me!] Jazz, Danny and Maddie all grew up learning and speaking Tagalog

Maddie and Alicia are Filipino-American & 3rd gen immigrants, their family name is Palad

Alicia’s farm was something their aunt had owned then later left to Alicia since her kids didn’t want it

Jack’s mom Olivia nee Castro was Cuban and his dad Rupert Fenton was white [that’s the Fenton-Nightingale side]

Danny is transmasc and has been presenting as such for awhile now

As like a general assumption, the Fentons aren't Horrible vivisect their child kind of parents in most of my AUs, they just aren't perfect half the time

Now onto Duke!

Duke is Nigerian, with both Elaine and Gnomon being centuries old for the most part [depends on AU but before Europeans started their bullshit]

Duke speaks an old dialect of Hausa that Elaine and Gnomon had grown up with and one he grew speaking it along with English

His adopted Dad Doug Thomas is Black, and he has an Aunt and Uncle Tracy & Alvin Jackson who live and in Bludhaven

Duke’s cousin [who’s cannon] Jay Jackson is a decade or so older than Duke and his legal guardian after his parents couldn’t do so

Duke still lives with the Wayne’s sometimes [they were his foster family until Jay could get custody] just jumping between each

The We Are Robin gang are still together but no longer as a group of vigilantes but as friends

I call them The Flock and they each have their own bird nicknames, Izzy|Fieldfare, Riki|-Galerinda, Dax|Alaemon, Andre|Blackbird, Dracy-Joanna “DJ”|Sparrow

They had another member Troy|Warbler he died during the Robin Wars when he was trying to defuse a bomb, it was rigged to blow anyway

Danny does this thing where he just stares at Duke for prolonged periods of time

Duke thought he’d be bothered by it but he actually likes it alot, for Danny to just look at him like he’s his only light

Danny’s always had dysphoria around his body, especially after he started to become more ghostly

Duke always thought he was beautiful and would tell him as such, he loved to watch Danny blush like a fool at his words

I’ve always thought of Danny as a romantic, he’s the type of person to do anything for his partner

He thrives off of physical affection and word of affirmation

Duke is also kinda romantic but he finds it difficult to do physical things, when he truly loves a person he holds them alot, taking their hand, hugging them, things like that

He loves to get things from people he loves, and acts of service

These two are made for each other I swear

DEADLIGHTS MASTERPOST, AO3

Pt.2 [Claim Sheets]

[succubus-interactivefiction]

Progress Update

Well then, if you couldn’t tell based on all the character sheets I have posted in the last 24 hrs we are getting close to the Symbiosis re-release in twine sugar-cube format. With this comes many of the changes I mentioned waaaay back in August, like all my IFs Symbiosis is now a wlw story which means all the ROs have been gen locked to female, if they were not before. I suppose the only one who is technically not is Gel as they are a symbiote and do not have a gender. Though they will take on a more feminine voice and appearance for the MC.

Another change is the removal of the energy barrier power and the consolidation of Stellar Nursery and Black Hole into one cosmic power set; the names have been given to the MCs ultimate ability with each branch. This means that, for example in the fight with Livitz, you can choose whether or not to use one or the other, in later fights I’ll probably add the options to weave them together if the reader wants to do so. I am also trying something new, because you have access to two branching powers sets, I am experimenting with randomizing which one the MC will use during smaller encounters. The first example of this happens in the black market in Chapter 2.

With the re-release comes the addition of two more ROs in Lor, the bouncer from the black market who is constantly flirting with the MC, and the MCs best friend from the Academy, other than Ziv. Jennie now has a last name and has been fleshed out to be more than just a sorta background character for the first chapter. Because Jennie, Ziv, and the MC all went to school together and were besties, and due to the fact that Jennie had a crush on them both, the reader will have the option to pursue a poly-triad with the two of them. The other two poly routes are Proton and Lauren, and Estrid and Proton.

The story itself will be out just as soon as I can knock together a temporary cover I enjoy.

In other matters Final Girl will have its next update in the new year, along with the In My Skin remake. I am currently in the process of transferring Time Warden to twine as well, so good news for that.

Not much else to report, I’ve been extra busy the last few months which is why updates are taking so long, but they are still coming, eventually. Here are my current twine projects. So yea.

[ultimatepokemontournament]

I’m sorry to bother you with a question like this, but may I ask how you went about putting this bracket together? I’m trying to figure out my own addition to this showdown bandwagon and am also working with a large roster of characters. Jumping in blind would be a disaster, so I thought it best to seek guidance from someone who’s got a solid approach going.

I can definitely summarize what I did! Though without knowing what you're working with, I'm not sure how much this will map onto anything else!

1) Organizing Matches by the Numbers

So I split up the 1000+ Pokemon into more manageable groups by doing them by Generation, which technically means that I'm just running 9 100+ competitor brackets.

Then, for each generation, I targeted ~high 20s, low 30s for my number of matches with 3-5 Pokemon in each match. I wouldn't exceed 5 in a match, and lower is ideal, when you're trying to figure out how this works for your numbers.

Now, I targeted that number of matches because I wanted to use the next round to force-fit it into better tournament numbers— A nice proper 1v1 tournament has power of 2 competitors, so 2, 4, 8, 16, etc... It simplifies the math and makes it easier, and that's something that I chose for my tournament to avoid Pokemon "skipping" rounds, but you don't have to follow that.

So I will be targeting 8 Pokemon going to round 3 out of round 2, so if we take the number of round 1 winners from Gen 1 for example, there are 31 of them. 31/8=3.875 which means 7 4-Pokemoj matches and 1 3-Pokemon match. Perfect. Run those matches, get your 8 winners, pit your 8 winners against each other in the typical 1v1 tournament style (4 matches), get your 4 winners, etc.

2) Organizing Competitors into Matches

This part is super messy and the actual proper way to do seeding is probably via pre-tournament polling and also by having 1v1 matches, so what I did was the nearest reasonable approximation, given time and effort requirements.

The process: Put all your competitors in a spreadsheet column. Go through the list and bold all the fan favorites, all of the ones you expect to win, etc. Shuffle the column. If the top n(*) competitors look okay for a matchup (ideally, only one bolded name), mark it as (probably) acceptable (I changed the cell colors), and move to the next match. If not, shuffle again. (You'll probably have to do this a lot. However, if just a few of of them are messing up the match, you can move them to the bottom of the match stack and just shuffle them into the remaining competitors.) By the time you get to the bottom, you will very likely have to move things around or break up previously acceptable matches to get the last ones fitting.

(*) n is the target number of competitors in a match.

Note I chose this method specifically because I wanted my own biases to impact the match sorting as little as possible. It's worked out most of the time, sometimes there were fan favorites I completely didn't anticipate. Again, not a perfect system, but it prevents stuff like having Bulbasaur and Eevee in the same round 1 match.

(And sometimes you can't avoid having more than one fan favorite in the same match. In those cases, you want to try your best to pair most-fan-favorites with considerably less fan favorites, but this is also where smaller match sizes do come in handy. 1 5-competitor match allows for 1 fan favorite in 5 competitors, while 2 3-competitor matches allow for 2 fan favorites in 6 competitors... But again it's messy and you can't anticipate everything and sometimes there are a lot of fan favorites.)

(One more thing, Google Sheets does let you randomize a selected range if you right click on it, which can save you time running back and forth between random.org.)

3) Rematches

Personally I think if you want good data in a 3+ competitor winner-take-all kind of situation, you have to run rematches. Say 40% of people like competitor A, 30% of people like competitor B, and the remaining 30% are spread out among competitors C, D, and E. competitor A would win without rematches, but it could very much be the case that of the latter 30% of voters, if their picks were eliminated, only 5% would vote for competitor A, and the remaining 25% would vote for competitor B. That would leave us with 45/55 in B's favor.

Anyway, you can do whatever suits you because running rematches is a little tricky and it requires keeping track of all these extra scattered little polls, but the rules I have for rematches are as follows:

If the winner wins by 50% or more, no rematch.

If the winner is in the lead by 20%, no rematch.

If there are two leading competitor, single rematch.

If there's one leading competitor and two close runner ups, double rematch.

If it looks like it could be a double rematch, but the 2nd place competitor is closer to the first place competitor, it should be a single rematch (and vice versa).

If it looks like it could be a double rematch, the 3rd + 4th + etc place competitors results must be greater than or equal to the 1st place competitor for a double rematch to be held.

4) Scheduling

This one is rather unique to my situation, so I can't really offer too much advice here. Really depending on your voter-base and your access to them, you need to determine if you want to do this long term (slowly releasing the polls) or short term (release them more or less all at once) and if you want to do 1 week polls (requires some extra coordination, especially so that you don't have 1 week gaps between poll drops as you wait for previous round's data to come in) or 1 day polls (easier, but requires your voter base to be more readily available to you).

My very long term approach is based mostly on the fact that the Pokemon community here is very very large and scattered and, starting off, I effectively had 0 way to spread news about the tournament to anyone other than via Blaze. I think if you search scheduling on this blog, you can find the posts that were made when I decided to change the poll schedule, and I did so fairly publicly, so it should be pretty easy to see the structure of this tournament from that.

5) Tournament Summaries/Brackets

Wasn't sure what to call this one but it's basically a, oh no this thing is huge and constantly shifting but people want to kind of get an idea of where we've been and what's coming next, but because it's not a typical 1v1 tournament and also there are hundreds of these guys, I have no idea how to do that.

Which doesn't fit so well in a title lol.

Anyway there are probably a lot better ways of doing this than I did, but I basically just set up a free Neocities site to help keep track of anything. It took me a very long evening to do it, especially since my web dev is super rusty, but it's working out great because it also helps me keep track of everything, because the way I had it set up in my spreadsheet was not super intuitive or easy to see. I doubt anyone wants it, but I am totally willing to share the code behind the site if you all don't know how to get it from just inspecting the page and all. It's pretty clunky though so I'm not advertising it lol.

If I was really smart I'd have all the data in a JSON file and have a JS script just make all the cards that I have in there for me instead of using a separate C++ script (yes, sorry, I use C++ for things like this but that's because I know it better than like Python which would actually probably be the better choice) to generate the cards in HTML which I then paste into the HTML file, but also that would take a lot of time to figure out how to do, and time is not on my side. So.

Anyway. That's most of what I've got organization-wise. I typed this all up on my phone away from my computer so hopefully it's not too messy. I'm not sure if I've provided the info you're looking for or if I've included too much of the information you're not looking for, but I've rarely been accused of not being thorough at least 😭

If you have more questions, feel free to drop me an ask off anon and I'll send you a DM from my main! Otherwise, best of luck!!

[pokemonpostsdaily]

More info on the Pokedex posts

Bit lengthy post fyi Tuesday is the day, the pokemon pokedex begins. Let me reiterate what this is. 6-7 years ago, I posted every pokemon and asked if people liked that pokemon. Each time a new generation comes out, I redo this series (so this is my 3rd time doing it). I don't repost them, I just reblog the old posts because it is cool to see how much a pokemons love from before changes now (I kept track of what the likes/reblogs are prior to reblogging). At the end, I then start posting the new gen pokemon so it will be a while until I get to the end for this generation. I am going to do 3 posts a day so it'll take me almost a whole year to get through the whole dex which is ok because it gives people anticipation of when their favorite pokemon will show up and maybe a pokemon they forgot about that they like. I will say though, once we get to generation 10, that will be my last time doing it most likely since it is a lot to keep track of and handle. I do this so people can learn about the pokemon, discover favorites, and inform me what the fan favorites are. Like you'd be surprised, people like Raichu more than pikachu despite pikachu being the whole mascot. It's cool info. At the end of each generation we do, I will post the top 3 liked pokemon from your feedback. Of course this is compiled data from the other 2 times I did this, but when I was looking at gen 1 and updating my google sheets page of the likes/reblogs of each post to be current and up-to-date. I was surprised some mons grew like 20-30 new notes without me doing anything with it since 4 years ago. So the top 3 can always change (though, gen 1 eevee post has 600 notes, not sure if anything will beat it). When it came to gen 8, I did begin to do variant forms but I never finished doing these because I wasn't sure if people liked it. I will ask again around that time if I should do those or just keep going with the pokedex for gen 9. My final question is, are you excited?

[alexbiomonteanimationblog]

Task 2: Christmas Animation

The following animation and it's prerequisite work was done using:

Hardware: An Ipad (7th Gen) and an Apple Pencil (First Gen)

Software: Procreate + Procreate Dreams (12 FPS)

Pre-Production:

I first started off with brainstorming session to decide what I wanted my animation to be about. Due to the fact that I was watching a TV Show named "The Bear" and reading a comic named "Dungeon Meshi", Both being about Food and cooking, I was inspired to make the animation about the process of making a particular Christmas dish. I had to choose a dish that had steps that were easily recognizable and simple enough so as to fit within a 20 second animation. In the end I decided to go with "Coconut/ chocolate Balls". I Wrote down the Steps to making the dish and picked out which of the steps that were the most important and Visually Interesting. In the end I ended up choosing:

The Chopping of the Ingredients

The Pouring of the condensed Milk

The Shaping of the Balls

The Spreading of the coconut Shavings

After I decided which Steps i needed to animate, I story boarded the animation.

My first Draft featured a static shot throughout, only showing the hands of the chef as they went through each of the steps:

I didn't like this Idea however and decided to do to switch the idea to one that had featured a wider variety of shots, showing the chefs full body.

After finalizing the storyboards I did a reference sheet for the character with help of a classmate, Some aspects of the design changed during production of the animation as deemed fit but the basic gist of the character remained the same:

Production:

I first started off with rough sketches for the key frames to get the posing and positioning of the elements correct , Afterwards I went in with the in-betweens to get the motion right whilst still in the rough sketch style. I separated each cut into layers, and then separated each element of each cut into their own. For cuts that featured the full body I drew the body once without the moving limb, and added the moving limb on a different layer so i didn't have to redraw the entire body on each frame. I did the same thing for objects that were moving such as the bowl and the can of condensed milk.

(Side Note: For Each Layer I used a different colour to make them easier to separate) I used a mixture of animating on 1's, 2's, and 3's though I mainly animated on 2's, only switching out to 1's for especially fast movements (Such as the knife chopping) and switching out for 3's to hold on a frame longer than usual.

I Used online videos for reference for certain movements and recorded myself for some that I could not find online (Example shown Below:)

In the end I ended up with a Rough Animatic of the final Piece:

After I was happy with the overall feel of the animation, I Started Cleaning up Each Frame, Adding clean outlines, adding details (Such as faces and clothing) and adding values. In the End the finished Result came out as such:

Final-Thoughts:

Overall I feel quite mixed with the final result. I am proud of being able to finish this animation and having it resemble my original plan and I am quite proud of some cuts that appear on it, yet the overall quality jumps around with some cuts being vastly better than others. This was due to poor planning and thus time constraints, which gives the final animation a lack-luster/Rushed feel which I am not quite proud of. This feel is contributed also due to the lack of background and/or any background imagery. To sum it up, Whilst I am proud of having finished my first ever "full-length" animation, I feel like I could've done more.

[here4theheartbreak]

I SAW THE NEW BABY CLOUD!!!! ☁️

Woosanhwa eating the peppers for the kids was so funny! Wooyoung looked so close to tapping out. Ahhhhh.

It was so cute when the twins didn't want it to be over, they just wanted their uncles! And Jaeyul also wanting to stay with Hwa? Plus, the way he wanted to sit with him to eat and pulled out his chair?? SO SOFT. TOO SOFT. I AM DEAD.

Octo-parenting~ 😂 A child per dorm would be a great thing to watch!! Imagine Yunho and Yeosang with a little kid by themselves. Cuteeee~!

Ah, I also don't want it to be over! EVER!! @ KQ make it Wanteez!!!

Imagining Wooyoung waiting at Hongjoong's door, just to speak to him without honorifics at the stroke of midnight, is entertaining me no end. Hongjoong would be furious but, as we know, Wooyoung likes to be shouted at and mistreated so, even as he runs for his life, he'd be loving it. 😂

Hongjoong definitely won't care about Hwa being his hyung for real, he's such a reliable and important person in his life. But they're already teasing each other about it and I love it! His '아이고 형님~~~~ 형.님 형!님!^^' on bstage was so adorable. Ahhh I love them so much! They're perfect. My hopeless men who can't make friends easily. 🥺

Yesssss. K-drama prime suspect Yunho?? AMAZING. I WANT IT NOWWWWW. He could play such a potential terrifying, confusing, compelling character. He has the depth and expressions down for sure!

Let me try and drag other Ateez shows out of my head... Stressor Things. Pirate Reboot. Curse of the Money Hole. Parasite Double Up. The Vikings. That's all I can think of but I feel like I'm missing something obvious. 🤷‍♀️😂 They're all from universe. I have a link somewhere. I'll message it separately when I find it!

Did you see that fancall of San talking to a trans fan today? He's so sweet and patient. Our Choi San is a comforting hill, just like his dad wanted him to be~! ⛰️

Also, San lingering in the back of Seonghwa's live in a sheet mask. HAUNTING. 😂

!!!!!!!!!! Did you see SanHwa doing the Hard and Bouncy challenges with Minho? The way I lost my absolute shit. I never ever expected my two favorite groups from 2 gens apart to even share the same camera space, let alone do any sort of dance together, especially my top two biases 🥲 - I was not okay yesterday and my friends took every chance to remind me that it really happened - I was probably more excited about it than the damn members 🤣

Also YES - cast Yunho as prime suspect who makes everyone else uncomfortable and everyone thinks did it because he has all the motive and capability, but not the actual killer; that should be Yeosang, who everyone brushed off as sweet and in the wrong place at the wrong time, incapable of a murder so brutal. Wooyoung should be the comic relief rookie investigator that accidentally destroys/misplaces some piece of evidence that is vital to realizing it's Yeo 😂

Also yes I looked up the fancall after you mentioned it! (I completely forgot to respond until today bc my brain is made of swiss cheese, but still). I cried - holy shit, San was so gentle and knew exactly what to say. He didn't seem confused or weirded out or anything, just totally open and supportive and loving, and wanted to make the fan feel welcome and supported in the fandom and I just 🥲

Serious time here for a moment lol

This particular fan call really did mean something. Speaking personally and seriously for a moment, as a transmasc kpop fan, I do often feel alienated in the fandom. Not only because I worry about fans being uncomfortable (I won't go stealth for that reason, online, because I feel like that distinction between cis and trans is vital when historically cismen have been awful in fandom spaces like this) - but also because in my experience kpop boy groups themselves just kind of expect their fans to all be girls/women. (Younger girls/women but that's a different topic).

Not only are most songs gender coded for that (which most of Ateez don't seem to be, and let me tell you that is a huge relief), but there are times that the confusion or surprise when a member meets a male fan is visible and that just :/ is super upsetting in a way, because I worry they're weirded or grossed out, etc - esp given the historical cultural discrimination against the queer community - it's just hard to really know.

People can talk about supportive idols across the board until they're blue in the face - it's really easy to support in theory, donate to charities, say equal rights, etc - when you're not face with it.

So something like this - a one-on-one conversation that with someone openly of that community, that as far as San knew wouldn't be published on a public platform, etc - having him not even hesitate to be comforting and supportive - that really touched me. And to have him try so hard to get his support and love across in a language that wasn't his own, it just... Really really solidified how deeply, inherently good he is. (And made me 100% sure this was the group that will be my ult for the foreseeable future).

okay enough serious sappy crud

That live was absolutely horrifying, thank you. Seonghwa really needs to invest in a lock for his door when he does lives 🤣 or a spray bottle - just start spraying him like a misbehaving kitten when he creeps into lives like this 🤣🤣🤣

Also, I am so sad promotions are officially over 😭 - It's been a very very long time since I have followed a group's promotions all the way through to the end without getting absolutely sick of the same song performance 😭 - I usually give up after about week 1, but I had zero problem this time around and wish they had another week 🥲

Also thank you so much for that link!!! You are a life saver, I have a whole little mountain more of fun stuff to watch for a few weeks now! Thank you!!! My friend let me borrow her copy of the Break the Wall concert in Seoul that I need to watch too, so I'm simply delighted with the content I've got for a while now lol

[deadstarsrisingsblog]

I’m having a Great Week, so here are some fic previews!

Oversharing a bit here but I got the all clear on my first preventative skin cancer screening this week, so I’m feeling Very Relieved and also Painfully Inspired. So I decided to share some Fic Scraps from ongoing projects! <3 

*Note: Some are planned updates being polished, and some are Brand New Fics that I’ve been hoarding and working on between larger projects. Enjoy!

1. Sith Lightning, Paperwork, and Other Extreme Sports (Rated T, Gen)

Based on this post by @phoenixyfriend

Chapter 5 (In Progress):

Anakin wakes to the sharp, insistent trill of his comm with a flimsi sheet stuck fast to his cheek, a burning crick in his neck, and the grim certainty that he’s entirely too young to feel this karking pathetic. 

He groans as he rolls onto his side, jostling his still-healing ribs, and the connecting ports for his prosthetic throb furiously. Probably because he forgot to take it off. He's not sure what time he actually managed to pass out but he knows it wasn’t nearly enough, considering he’s had hangovers that weren’t this miserable. 

He feels like he’s been dragged ass-backwards through a rancor’s small intestine. It feels like the death of his youth. 

His comm is still ringing. And Anakin really should answer it before it wakes everyone else in their suite but he mostly just wants to shoot it and see if that buys him a few more moments of peace. 

“Kark.” He mutters, blinking blearily at the ceiling. “Am I a joke to you?” 

He’s asking the Universe at large, really, but neither the ceiling nor the Force deign to grace him with a reply. 

Typical.

2. The Kettle Chronicles (Rated T, Gen)

Inspired by this post from @brachiosaurus-on and @kivaember

Chapter Two (In Progress):

And Anakin had, shamefully, been ready to pack it all up and turn in his metaphorical ‘saber when Obi-Wan had found him curled up on the edge of his bed, wet and red-faced and furious in the face of the failed quiz on his datapad, and coaxed the whole story out of him in fits and starts. 

Anakin expected him to yell. Or to demand that he leave the temple entirely because he’s obviously too slow and too stupid and unsuited to the life of a Jedi. 

Instead, he’d sat back and apologized. Anakin had nearly concussed himself when he flailed in surprise and fell off the bed. 

But Obi-Wan had made him dinner, afterwards, and settled them on the couch with Qui-Gon’s big orange monstrosity of a quilt thrown across their laps. And then he’d pulled out a datapad and a stylus and began to teach Anakin the Aurebesh alphabet. 

And he never got frustrated. He never complained, even when Anakin stumbled or forgot words or clammed up and locked himself in the ‘fresher. And each night after latemeal he’d pull Anakin back over to the couch for the next lesson, the next story, the next song. And Anakin—

Anakin’s learning. Slowly, infuriatingly, but he’s doing it. And he doesn’t know how to thank Obi-Wan for that, either. 

3. Tripping Forward, Turning Back (Rated T, Gen)

Chapter Two (In Progress): 

Kamino is strange, he thinks, and it’s only slightly hysterical as Cody ushers him back into the facility, off the landing platform and out of the rain. The dozen or so men with him fall in behind them, save for a pair that duck forward to peer around the nearest corner, almost eerily synchronized and their steps near-silent even in armor. Well trained, then; almost terrifyingly so, and he can’t quite shake the memory of Jango Fett’s face peering back at him from all directions even as the man himself was being dragged away. 

Jango hadn’t been dubbed the Jedi-Killer for nothing, and yet his clones laid him low before either of them could get a word in edgewise. Obi-Wan eyes the tight, protective formation with no small amount of trepidation, a creeping sort of wariness that he can’t quite shake no matter how insistently the Force chimes home-comfort-safety in his ear. 

Home is Anakin. It’s his Master, long-dead, and his crechemates. His fellow Jedi and the Temple, shining white stone rising amidst the ever-present smog and steel of Coruscant. And Obi-Wan has never presumed to know the secrets of the Force but he’s feeling distinctly wrongfooted, now more than ever, as the Living Force sings, a rich, discordant tangle of grief-life-confusion in his ears. Enough to allow Cody to reach out, not quite touching, as he herds Obi-Wan down the hall with nary a backward glance. 

4. Not a Wheel, But a Stone (Rated M, Gen)* 

Chapter One (In Progress, Not Yet Posted):

“I’m coming with you.” He says, tight and flat and ironclad. Master Windu raises a brow. 

“Skywalker, no—,” he starts, stepping down from the transport and drawing Anakin off to the side. A few of the technicians throw them curious glances but leave well enough alone. “No, you’ve done enough.” 

“No.” Anakin disagrees. He hasn’t. He hasn’t done nearly enough. All the things Anakin’s told him, all the missions that went sideways, he’s… he’d... 

He trusted Palpatine. 

And it had all but damned them, in the end. 

Anakin’s never going to be able to wash the blood off his hands, not even if he renounced his title and joined the Agricorps for the rest of his natural born life, but still… Still. He has to try. And he has to start with this. “You need me. And I—I need to see this through.”

Master Windu hesitates, eyes flicking between Anakin’s face and his hands and the transport. “Obi-Wan will kill us if anything happens to you.” He says, slow and careful like he’s still thinking things through, and his eyes go hazy and distant for an instant as he looks somewhere beyond Anakin’s left shoulder. 

“Obi-Wan’s on Utapau,” he counters and he’s never been so grateful to have his master on the other side of the galaxy. “By the time he finishes up there we’ll have taken care of Palpatine. He can’t be angry if we win the war.” 

Or we’ll be dead, he thinks, and it will all have been for nothing. 

5. The End of Love (is a Haunting) (Rated M, tentative Quinlan/Fives?)*

Chapter One (In Progress, Not Yet Posted):

“Are you always this prone to bad luck and violence? If so, that’s kind of sad.” 

Quinlan grits his teeth, stumbles sideways into crumbling brick and the ever-present dripping filth of the Undercity, and ignores the little voice in the back of his mind that whispers how utterly fucked he is. 

The stone is cool and damp beneath his cheek and there’s a pool of rapidly darkening refuse swirling about his boots. Quinlan tips his head back, bites back a whine, and shuts his eyes. The Force swirls sickeningly, a miasma of black agony amidst the ambient despair and squalor of the lower levels, and he takes a long, slow breath through his nose to fight off the cresting wave of nausea as he delves deeper into the ebb and flow of Coruscant. 

It takes longer than it should to pinpoint his attackers, longer still to trace the imprint of their rage down, down, down into the darkness beneath his feet, where the sun is but an aching, distant memory. 

6. The Light Of Distances (Rated T, Gen)*

Chapter One (In Progress, Not Yet Posted): 

As far as bad ideas go, this is probably the worst one Feemor has had in a very, very long time. 

He eyes the console readout, enters his clearance codes, and prays that they haven't been revoked or reissued in the years he's been gone. Beneath him, the Temple is a wash of white stone and shadow, dotted by the distant brilliance of the landing pad and passing speeder lights. 

The ship is cool. Almost unreasonably so, he thinks, as the recycled air slides across the throat. Feemor scowls and hikes his robe higher on his shoulders. 

Coruscant is loud. Bright with artificial life and light and the minds of three trillion sentients packed in close quarters with one another. The night sky is devoid of even the memory of stars, perpetually heavy and grey and so thick with clouds that not even the brilliance of its four moons can pierce the veil of creeping smog and light pollution. 

He’d forgotten just how miserable it is. 

I’ve got... a hefty handful of other projects on the side right now, but here’s a sneak peek of a few that are nearly finished. Feel free to send me a message if you have any questions about anything in particular. Or if you’d just like to know more/scream/etc <3 

- Stars

[sergeantsporks]

Whatever It Takes

Rating: Teen and Up, Gen

TW: Self-harm, attempted suicide, emotional manipulation

“While I’ve got you here, want to hear the complete history of wild magic? I’m sure you’ll find it very interesting, considering that you’re old enough to have lived through it.”

“I am not, you little brat. Shut your mouth, I don’t want to listen to your voice.” 

“Yeah? What if I don’t want to shut up? What if I feel like singing?"

Hunter is a difficult prisoner to keep, and Lilith and Eda are about to find that out the hard way.

Ao3

Ch 4/4: Set Free (to fly into another cage)

Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3

“… Lilith? Do… do you really hate me?”

Lilith jumped at Hunter’s slurred voice, twisting to look at him. His eyes were only half-open—the sleeping potion hadn’t quite worn off yet. Still, she reached for her staff, just in case. He was still white as a sheet, and his hands were shaking uncontrollably. “You’re still in shock—I’m going to go get more—”

“Do you?” he pressed, wincing at every word. His palisman stared at her judgmentally, protectively wiggling down further into Hunter’s hair.

Lilith twisted her hands in her lap. “I… I hate what you represent. Emperor Belos. The coven I served faithfully for thirty years of my life that threw me out like trash. My replacement, my failure, the fact that there’s always someone better than me, someone more favored, someone born better than me in some way that I can never catch up to with hard work.” She sighed. “But… the weight of being coven head will crush you. I hate what you do for the emperor, but at the end of the day… You can be annoying, but I can’t hate you—in another reality where I didn’t have Edalyn, I would be you.”

The barest ghost of a smile crossed his face. “You… wish you could be me…”

Lilith snorted. “Yeah, right, brat.” She took in a deep breath. “Let me ask you something: why does it matter?”

“…huh?”

“Why does it matter if I hate you or not? You’re a loyal coven member, right? And I’m a traitor. By all rights and purposes, we should hate each other. You have Belos—why do you need my love?”

She got up, going back to the kitchen and grabbing another bottle of sleeping potion. “I don’t know why I’m bothering. You probably won’t even remember this,” she murmured, uncorking the bottle, “Alright, sleep for you until your nerves settle. You look awful.”

Hunter’s hand twitched, like he was trying to grab her hand, and his palisman fluttered down to his shoulder, chirping comfortingly. “I didn’t try to kill myself because I failed,” he mumbled. His dazed eyes stared into hers desperately, like he needed her to understand what he was talking about. “It was just that I was more useful to Belos dead.”

A chill ran down her spine, and Lilith’s hands shook as she held the sleeping potion to his mouth, tilting it back. He fell back asleep as his palisman nuzzled his face, and she tossed the empty bottle down onto the table, her hands still shaking. She tucked them into her lap, willing herself to be still.

Still, she couldn’t forget his magenta eyes locked onto hers, and how desperate they looked.

Titan, that had been freaky.

Lilith could imagine being so scared of Belos’ disappointment, so scared of the punishment he would met out that she could despair and take her own life.

But the idea of willingly tying the noose around her neck because she thought it was what Belos would want-!

That was a level of loyalty—really more border-lining on blind adoration and worship—that she couldn’t understand.

Lilith briefly thought about calling Eda and telling her about this disturbing new development, but she shut her mouth before she actually made a sound.

“Hootcifer?” she called faintly.

The house demon was at her side in a moment. “I heard, Lulu.”

Lilith rubbed her temples. “Can you just… keep an eye on him for a bit? I’m going for a walk. I need to clear my head.”

“You can count on me!”

Lilith patted her friend’s face absentmindedly and wandered outside.

She’d always known how Belos was, she told herself, she’d always known how good he was at manipulating people.

She’d just… never quite considered the ramifications of only having Belos as an influence. Coven training, and old self-preservation habits still kicked in on her sometimes. But at least she’d had a different upbringing. She could take a step back and remind herself what was right and wrong.

No, she realized with sudden clarity, she didn’t hate Hunter at all.

She just pitied him.

Xxx

Eda traipsed down the stairs to see Hooty rocking a passed-out Hunter back and forth, singing some demon lullaby about eating bugs to him while Hunter’s palisman flew frantically around him, pecking at her house demon. She had to stop and stare at that for a moment, just trying to figure out what was going on.

“Do I want to know?”

“Lulu asked me to watch him! I think he likes my singing, he hasn’t woken up yet.”

“Uh, yeah, that’s because he’s drugged, Hooty.”

“Oh.” Hooty dumped Hunter back on the couch unceremoniously, and his palisman fluttered down, warbling angrily. “I guess drugging your kids to go to sleep isn’t a parenting choice I’d considered.”

“Drugging my—Hooty, he’s our prisoner, not a new kid! Are you kidding me? He’s the Golden Guard!”

“Tell that to Lulu.”

Eda pinched the bridge of her nose. Oh, no. “Explain that statement right now.”

“She feels bad for him.”

“’Bout time. Of course she feels bad for him, everyone feels bad for him, he’s a tragic-faced little angst-ball, that doesn’t mean we’re going to adopt him! He’s tried to kill us several times, for titan’s sake!”

Hooty flopped down over Hunter, earning more angry tweets and pecks from his palisman. “I think he’s fun. He reminds me of Lulu. You keep him prisoner, I’m going to be his friend!”

“Hooty, that’s very nice of you to offer, but we already established that we’re not going to torture him. Get off of him before his bird has an aneurism.”

Eda heard a knock on the door, and she gestured frantically to Hooty. “Hide the kid!” she hissed.

Hooty swallowed Hunter whole.

“Oh—okay, that happened. You are going to spit him back up, Hooty.”

He nodded unconvincingly while Hunter’s palisman went ballistic, flying up and down the length of Hooty’s neck, chirping anxiously. Eda ignored them, opening the door to see Darius standing outside. “Coven head. How nice.” She stepped outside, closing the door behind her, hiding the Hooty situation. “Get off of my lawn.”

“Oh, I’m not here to pick a fight!” Darius said, his voice oozing with fake sincerity, “I came to inform you that I’m relatively certain I saw the owl beast! And it attacked me!”

“Aw, really? Shame. Well, you know how it is! That thing’s a wild animal, can’t control it!”

Darius sniffed. “Disgusting creature. Yes. But I believe that someone else may have been controlling it.”

It took every ounce of Eda’s very limited self-control not to haul off and punch him in the face. The owl beast inside her snapped angrily at the insult. “Ohhhhh is that so?”

“Yes. One question for you. Where. Is. Your. Sister?”

Xxx

Lilith turned on the path back towards the Owl House. She shouldn’t leave Hunter alone with Hooty for too long—she adored her friend, but he could be a little much to some people.

She froze in her tracks as she saw Darius, talking to Eda. Eda gave her a go away look.

“NO, Darius, my sister has NOT been controlling my owl beast form,” she said loudly, “I don’t know WHY you’d think that, and I CERTAINLY don’t know where she is!”

Lilith ducked around the back of the house, coming in the kitchen door. If Darius found Hunter—it was all over. She ran into the living room, but Hunter wasn’t there anymore.

Then she spotted Hunter’s palisman fluttering around Hooty’s face, tweeting angrily. She pointed one finger at the ground. “Spit him up, Hootcifer.”

“Eda told me to hide him.”

“I’ll take care of that now. Spit him up.”

Hooty retched, and coughed up a roughly Hunter-sized owl pellet. Lilith tore it apart while Hunter’s palisman perched on her shoulder, watching anxiously.

“There, see, he’s fine,” she told the bird, lifting Hunter up, “He didn’t even wake up.”

The cardinal settled down on its witch, warbling softly.

There was a loud bang from outside, and a lot of yelling. “GET OFF OF MY PROPERTY!” Eda yelled, her voice rising to the shriek of her harpy form.

Hunter’s eyes fluttered open, and he stared up at Lilith. She promptly dropped him.

“Ack! Sorry.”

Hunter blinked, disoriented. “Wha—what’s going o—”

Lilith drew a plant glyph, vines tangling up Hunter’s hands before he could grab his palisman. “Darius is here,” she whispered, “He’s looking for me—and by extension, probably you.”

Hunter’s face, surprisingly, paled at that. “Eda won’t beat him—you only beat us last time through the element of surprise. This time, he’s made the first move.”

“Yes, and I’m sure you’re quite pleased with that.”

He shook his head, white as a sheet. “Don’t let him find me,” he begged.

Lilith’s heart thudded in her chest, barely daring to hope… “What? Why not? This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To go back?”

“No! Not like this! If Darius finds me, then Belos will know I was captured, and—I have to get out of here!”

“And go where? I’d love some suggestions as to where I can stash you.”

Hunter bit his lip. “We can help each other,” he said suddenly, “I’ll make a deal with you—let me go. Emperor Belos won’t be as angry if I’m just late.”

“Yeah, I see how that helps you. But I’m still dead meat.”

Hunter shook his head. “If Darius doesn’t find me here, he won’t know what you did. If you let me go, Lilith, I promise that I won’t tell the emperor what happened. I don’t want him knowing that you captured me any more than you do, trust me.”

“Ugh—yes, yes, I know how it is. I trust you on that, at least.”

“Okay. It’s settled, then. You let me go, and I pretend like this whole thing never happened. Eda might get in a little bit of hot water for fighting a coven head out there, but everyone gets off scot-free, more or less.”

“It is not settled! You’re really going to go back?! You’re so scared of him finding out you got captured that you’re going to lie for the rest of your life about what happened, but you’re still going to go back to him?”

“Of course I am—Belos sent Darius to rescue me. He wants me back, Lilith, he didn’t give up on me!”

Lilith thought her heart might just snap in two. Just when maybe she’d gotten close—this really was the worst time for Darius to show up looking for him. “Ah—titan, Hunter, he doesn’t actually care about you! He doesn’t care about any of us! He’s just using you!”

“Well—maybe that’s enough. To be needed, useful. Please, Lilith.”

Lilith looked down at his pleading eyes. What would happen if she said no? He’d keep trying to escape, only for her to drag him back? What if she wasn’t watching as closely one day, and he succeeded at killing himself? Could she live with herself if that happened? And that was assuming they even got out of this situation. She sighed, untying his hands and grabbing his coven staff from Eda’s weapon room. “Let’s go.”

They snuck around the fighting Darius and Eda, soaring up into the sky on their staffs. Lilith touched down with him outside the keep, holding out his staff. “How are you going to explain what took you so long? And why you look like…” she gestured to his blood-stained clothes. “…that.”

Hunter dropped his palisman staff, and his bird transformed back into its live form, perching on his shoulder. “…You’re right, I need something believable.” He looked at her, then down at his feet. “Lilith… you know how it works… Eda could never…”

Nausea swirled in Lilith’s stomach. “Oh, no. Hunter—”

“The healers will take care of it, I’ll be fine, I just need an excuse.”

“I—I don’t want to… Titan, Hunter, Belos is not worth this.”

“Do it quick. Before I change my mind. He squeezed his eyes shut, putting his hand in his mouth.

“Are you—”

“Just do it!” he growled around his glove.

Lilith sucked in a deep breath, and brought her staff whirling around into the side of his knee with a crack. He bit down on his hand with a strangled scream, and she caught him by the arms, lowering him gently to the ground while his palisman warbled comfortingly to him. “It’s not too late to come back. We can figure out something for Darius—you don’t have to go back.” Please don’t go back.

His eyes shined with that same weird, uncomfortable light that they had when he’d told her that killing himself was what Belos would want. “He—needs—me. I want to go back.”

Lilith sighed, and gently scooped Hunter’s palisman up in her hands, straightening up. “Hey,” she said softly to it, “Take care of him, okay? Make sure he has a voice other than Belos’. I’m sorry that I can’t get through to him. Maybe you can.”

The cardinal nodded and gave her wrist an affectionate peck before turning into solid wood. Lilith tucked the palisman into Hunter’s cloak and mussed up his hair, tucking a twig into it. “There. So you look the part.”

He smiled weakly. “Thank you, Lilith.”

Lilith squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, then sat back on her staff. “Don’t thank me, Hunter. Not for this. Never for this. If I really cared, I’d take you far, far away from here.”

“This is where I belong.”

Lilith shook her head, flying back towards the owl house and trying in vain to forget about the injured boy she’d just left behind.

No one belongs here. Certainly not you.

Xxx

 Eda growled, twisting and straining against the abomination goop pinning her to her own wall. Darius tore through the house, holding Hooty at bay by sticking his mouth shut with more goo. Eventually, the abomination-man slimed his way back. “She’s really not here.”

“Of course not,” Eda snapped, “Get out of my house.”

He snarled at her. “You seem to have an awful lot of control for just a dumb beast. You’d better hope that I forget about this, Edalyn.”

And then he was gone, his slime following him. Eda let out a sigh of relief, switching back to her regular body. “Alright, Hooty, cough up the kid—hey, where’d his palisman go?”

“Lilith already took the golden guard!”

As if he’d summoned her, Lilith touched down from the sky.

Notably without Hunter.

“Liiiiliiii,” Eda singsonged in a you’re-in-trouble voice, “What did you do with my prisoner?”

Lilith clutched her staff tightly, looking down to the side. “I let him go,” she said softly.

“You did WHAT?!”

“He won’t rat us out, don’t worry.” To Eda’s surprise, her sister’s shoulders started to shake. “I forgot how alone you feel in the coven,” she murmured, “Like no one can help you, and it’s all you can do to survive.”

Almost all of Eda’s anger immediately dissipated, and she wrapped an arm around her sister’s shoulders. “Ohhh, okay. Okay. He’ll be alright, Lilith.”

“I wanted to protect you, and I was worried he’d keep trying to kill himself if we kept him, so I left him, but he won’t be okay, Eda, no one there is okay, and I just left him there to protect my own stupid skin!”

Eda rubbed her sister’s arm. “Hey, you did what you thought was the best of a lot of bad options. There wasn’t a scenario where everyone got out okay. He can hold out for a while, Lilith. He has his palisman. And if you want, we can kidnap him again some other time, okay? Better yet, we can send Luz, she’s very good at making people like her and rebel for her.”

Lilith snorted a little bit at that. “Thank you, Edalyn.”

“Send me where?”

Eda whirled around to see her apprentice standing on the path, King behind her. “Oh! Hey, you’re back! Uh, on some errands, of course! Lilith ran out of elixir!”

Luz nodded to Lilith. “Oh, hey! What have you two been up to?”

Eda and Lilith glanced at each other. “Nothing,” they said in unison.

Xxx

“Ah, Hunter. You’ve returned.”

Belos watched his nephew struggle to kneel, biting his lip so hard it bled. “Emperor Belos—I apologize for the delay in my return.”

“Darius said he left you behind fighting the assassins.”

Hunter nodded.

“And?”

“A couple of low-life thugs—no one important.” Hunter made a vague gesture at his bloody clothes. “I took care of them.”

A lie. Belos knew that the owl lady and her sister had been behind this, and he also knew that they were still alive. Which meant it wasn’t their blood staining his guard’s clothes. Interesting. He’d let the boy get away with it for now, but if Hunter started to make a habit of lying to him, he’d have to find a way to quash it. “And your injury?”

“Sustained in the fight. Again, I apologize for the delay it caused. It won’t happen again.”

“No. It won’t. See yourself to the healers. I need you healthy.” Belos watched him haul himself up, leaning on his staff for support. “I’m glad you’ve returned, Hunter.”

Xxx

Hunter limped to his bed with a sigh, collapsing on it and rubbing his knee. The healers had mended most of the damage, but it was still sore. His palisman fluttered out of his pocket, chiding him.

“It doesn’t hurt that bad. I’m okay, I promise.”

A disgusted chirp.

“Don’t talk about him like that! He’s the emperor, there’s appearances to keep up—even if you get hurt.” Hunter held out a hand for the bird to perch on. “Hey—he was happy to see me. Lilith doesn’t know what she’s talking about.”

His palisman gave his hand a disdainful look, and fluttered up to his shelf, fluffing up its feathers.

“Well, fine! Be that way.” Hunter flopped backwards on his bed. Somehow, the room seemed emptier than it had when he’d left.

Why do I need Lilith to like me?

He shook himself.

Forget her. You’re home. Belos needs you. And that’s all that matters.

[iceclew]

(sorry for horrible grammar - it's 2 am, and I don't know why I am even adding this lol)

"...So the greatest vampire of the millennial is granting us a visit... quite the honor I say...?"

The grim look on his face was replaced with a fake mocking smile - very intentionally showing of the gleaming pair of fangs.

"Get out of my way, Hoshina. You know I am not dealing with second-hand scum like your kind. I have matters to settle with your master. So stay down on your rug and don't waste my time.."

Hoshina giggled, as his guest took a few steps forward, eyes locked on the gateway behind him. The candles in the floor shimmered lightly, shifting their colours to a cold blue for a blink of an eye, unnaturally bright for their size.

Narumi Gen was a more than capable vampire. An exceptional talent in his ranks. Many praising him to be the best of his kind. To his suprise even he hadn't been able to recognize the other presence around.

Only when the "rug" started moving ever so slightly, slowly revealing more and more teeth on a light gray skull, his attention was drawn back again.

"Impressive, right?" Hoshina emptied the rest of his glass and kept his eyes locked on their intruder while a beast of remarkable size seemed to unfold behind him.

"...debatable. But...interesting, I'll admit..." Narumi frowned. "Well at least that explains the rumors about most your... recent "activities" in the regions villages.....former villages that is... Apparently your pet cannot only be discreet but also... very effective.."

Meanwhile two bright blue eyes glared at the intruder, fixing his every move, seemingly ready to strike on command.

Hoshina let out a light-hearted little laugh. "Nah come on, that's unfair Narumi." He gently scratched the skull of the monsterous creature next to him, as if to emphasize the comment about his pet. "Actually he's a very gentle soul, you know?"

Blue eyes still glaring.

"U-huh...friendly like a puppy... One might as well adopt him..." Narumi deadpanned.

"Of course he's friendly, silly!" Another giggle. "I'll take good care of him, there's no need for your concern."

Hoshina's way of sweet chattering was regularly getting on his nerves. Just as always Narumi began to lose his patience. "A pity." Narumi groaned as he stroke back his bangs to reveal his as well, brightly glowing pair of eyes now piercing back at them. "I was hoping we could get to know each other properly, you know?"

With noticable echo over the halls the gate behind them opened.

"I suggest we postpone that offer of yours for now. It is not our intention to disturb your appointment."

With the empty wine glass Hoshina made a last inviting gesture.

"After you, Narumi."

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Halloween is one our toes, guys!! 👻💀

*running after my dogs with white sheets* Let's play ghost dogs, guys! Let the trend never die!!!

Time to revive the Vamp AU! <3

No text version, description + "warm candle-light" version below

I came up with several outline ideas.. and while I was drawing I was very eager to record all my work with the timelaps feature in CSP.. except for when I didn't anymore...... I am very shhhmmmart!!! (థ౪థ)... so now sorry no WIP timelaps...

<- it was basically just a lightning/shading try-out...and then I ended up keeping it, cause *mad scientist laughing* THAT IS WHAT I DO, I DO MADNESS HERE!!! ( ◣∀◢)ψ But I am sucha simp for magenta/blue colour palettes... and it was more comfortable to look at. But the warmer look has its own appeal to it aswell..... I can't decide...

[zaptap]

ive made a few of these bingo sheets and theyre fun so i decided to make one not just for e3 but also JUST for splatoon 3 (not just for e3 but for like the whole lifetime of the game). also heres my updated list of characters id like to see in smash, ordered generally by which id like more and/or think are the most realistic

since min min got in i took out helix, and since i couldnt decide whether to add in waluigi or madeline i added another row (realistically i dont think any indies are getting in but i threw some in anyway). also i was like “oh yeah maybe theyd put in a gen viii pokemon” so i threw in hatterene since thats one of my favorites.

also as for waluigi (and shovel knight for that matter) i think it would be nice to see an assist trophy get in just to break that rule. also i remember being super surprised he wasnt in brawl (back then i thought he and wario were equally important) and even though that was based on a wrong impression ive still felt like he should be in there ever since

notes about the bingos under the cut

really is about time for those n64 games, especially now that mario is dead so theyre free to release sm64 on it. game boy games would be nice sometime too

would also make sense to include banjo-kazooie in that, nintendos had a good relationship with microsoft lately and the total absence of anything banjo-kazooie on the switch is odd since it’s a dlc character (every other one has a game on switch they can use for cross-marketing, even if joker’s took a while) and i think the best explanation for that would be that theyre holding off for the nso n64 app (this is easiest from a technical standpoint because all they have to do is make a deal to use the roms)

when are they putting octolings in mk8d

xenoblade chronicles x is one of the only wii u games left that they could port (aside from ones that wouldnt make much sense like splatoon and ssb4) so i guess that might as well happen sometime. also monolith soft might be doing something else besides helping with splatoon 3

im not ready for metroid prime 4 (im over halfway through mp2 and therefore the trilogy as a whole) but it’s been a while, they might show it and it could even come out this year

hal apparently recently hinted at a new kirby game or something

the upgraded switch is obviously going to be called the Nintendo Switch ͥ  since they already did the ds lite so theyre clearly naming everything in the family after the ds family, theres absolutely no flaw in this logic. idk if theyre showing it, but unlike 2019 they didnt say they werent showing new hardware (just that they were showing software, which could be taken as denying rumors, but they sometimes specify when certain things arent being shown)

metroid prime trilogy also might come this year. would make sense to release it before mp4 since not everyone is going to buy a wii u to get it (and at this point that doesnt get nintendo any money since they stopped making them)

where is detective pikachu 2. i hope it has the blue pikachu from that first tease they gave us in like 2014 (2013? that was a loooong time ago idk)

they said this was MOSTLY 2021 so i am absolutely getting my hopes up for splatoon 2

the two sinnoh games could likely be there

would be super cool if oddity came to switch. and almost as ironic as megalovania getting into smash

we havent seen the botw sequel for a couple years so we’re kind of due for an update on that

it’s ace attorney’s 20th anniversary this year so maybe theyre doing something. theyre already porting those games though so idk. maybe he’s getting in smash

whats with that watermelon mario render

i held off on watching a playthrough for ndrv3 on the off chance it came to switch and i could play a dangan ronpa game for real for once but it’s now been 4 years and we just passed the 10th anniversary of the series (albeit during a pandemic when i wouldnt expect them to have done anything) so it would be cool to see the series come to switch. i think if it still doesnt after this though i’ll just watch the playthrough, 4 years is long enough. amazed ive avoided spoilers this long, i still know next to nothing about the game

im about done with acnh but im still waiting on those splatoon items. and i ran out of storage in february so i need more of that too

nintendo did stuff for zelda’s 30th anniversary so i doubt theyre forgetting the 35th. maybe wwhd/tphd ports, idk

been a couple years since fire emblem, intelligent systems is probably up to something besides planning yet another paper mario spinoff

miyamoto forgot pikmin 4 in the oven 6 years ago and it got burnt to a crisp and thats why it hasnt come out yet because he had to start over

and splatoon

the inklings scared daft punk into quitting so now that theres no competition in the robot musician scene they should have a daft punk style group

i waited and waited and neither of my top two splatoon stages (flounder and d’alfonsino) came back in splatoon 2 so i hope just because splatoon 3 isnt in inkopolis doesnt mean they still wont return

would be sick as hell if there was a real hide and seek mode instead of just sticking to your own rules in private battles. havent played that since 2015 but it was super fun

show us the effects of the chaos world

i wanted mc craig to have a song in octo expansion and they didnt deliver. heres another chance

splatnet 3 baby

cant wait for nogami to do a funny 3 pose

abxy came back for splatoon 2.... am i gonna be that lucky again...?

salmon run doesnt make sense if youre friends with a smallfry but they could either change the story context (you just fight “evil” salmonids?) or replace it with an equally fun co-op mode

amiibo!!! i think i said this before but they should label them by weapons if these cephalopods dont have genders, would make more sense (the gendered ones had different weapons anyway)

returning characters!!!! would like to see everyone have a role of some kind

maybe #GearForAll wasnt successful in getting the emperor/spy/mecha gear, but perhaps theyll at least consider not making that stuff exclusive this time around

squid girl gear should be back. and they should call it a dress instead of a tunic because its a dress. and theres no gender now anyway

as ive said before... TRIPLIES!! you hold one in each hand and another in your mouth. and you can spin around like the tasmanian devil

remove splatfest tee annoyances: you should have a prompt at the end of a splatfest to pay to scrub your tee (to make sure you get the chunks) also it should be on a neutral brand so you dont end up with an overabundance of ink resistance up (or whatever else)

better online and cloud saves would certainly justify having a second splatoon game on the same console, as much as im loving that it exists

hopefully theres a global testfire again

sooner or later the workers will rise up and kill mr grizz

remember in splatoon 1 where if you had squid beatz (via the amiibo) you could “play” it in the lobby and change the music? then you were stuck listening to only bubble bath in splatoon 2? why did they take that option away they should bring it back

looking at those apartment buildings in the trailer i think it would be cool if you had your own room and could decorate it

an octavio redemption arc would be fun to see. in the manga he stole the zapfish because the octarians had an energy crisis, and in the end they worked out a deal to share the electricity

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[anianimol]

Hey I'm not sure if you do emergency request, but if do then this woudl be one and if not you can just- ignore this one all together,your probably super busy anyway,but like could you write like a one shot or short fic or something whatever you please. With either Kurroo or tsukishima, you choose becaue i can't. With an s/o that trys really hard to impress her parents,like she's a straight a student, is generaly helathy, does her chores, plays sports a whole packadge deal. 1/2(sorry)-🥀anon

i am so so sorry this took me forever to get out my love!🥺I can truly understand where you’re coming from, and I want to let you know that your feelings are completely valid. It can seriously be a struggle seeing the differences in treatment we receive from others, especially our own loved ones; our parents. I hope this little drabble brings you some comfort.❤️

“Reassurance.”

Tsukishima x Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

WC: 400~

Bzzzzzzz.

No answer.

Bzzzzzzz.

The only sound audible came from the sheets of droplets that throttled down from the ominous sky.

Your eyes were locked on the door frame, urging it to give way with tired eyes.

The pad of your finger was heavy against the buzzer as you pressed it for the third time.

Stepping back from the door, you glanced down at your palms, watching mindlessly as your skin dampened, thick drops slipping between your fingers.

“Who the hell—?!”

Your vision blurred as the lanky blond swung into view, his expression one of seething anger as he threw the door open.

His face fell as his eyes landed on your drenched figure, shoulders trembling violently as you stood atop his porch, unable to take safety beneath an overhang.

“Get in here, you idiot.”

A soft breath caught in your throat as he tugged you inside, storming you through the house, and promptly plopping you upon his bed.

He left the room without a word, leaving you stunned as you shivered, hugging your arms to your chest.

Minutes later, he returned, stopping suddenly in front of you.

“Strip.”

“Kei, what? I’m not going to—“

“Would you rather freeze to death then?”

He shoved a bundle of clothes at you: a pair of grey sweats, a caramel beige sweatshirt, and a pair of socks that looked to be at least three sizes too big.

“Just put them on.”

You slipped on his clothes quietly as he turned away, his back facing you.

“You can look now, Kei.”

His gaze was softer, kinder when he moved to face you.

Settling beside you on the mattress, his hand moved to your face,his slender fingers brushing along the surface of your cheekbone.

“What happened?”

You inhaled deeply before beginning, scooting closer towards him to bask in the warmth he emanated.

“They don’t see me.”

You were silent for a moment before continuing.

“I put my all into every aspect of my life; I work hard at school, on my team. I eat well, and I do each and every thing that is asked of me. And at the end of the day, it still isn’t enough for them. And they still don’t see me.”

You choked on the last word as it slipped past your lips, fighting hard against the tears that brimmed in your eyes, clouding your sight.

“Come here.”

His arms surrounded you as he tucked you gently against his chest, burying his nose in your hair.

He held you for a long while, cradling your head in his hands as the vibration of his humming began to quell the tears that fell uncontrollably.

As your hiccups died down and the pattern of your breaths evened, you lay in silence for a moment before he spoke.

“You are enough. For me, for yourself. If they cannot see you, for who you truly are—someone so deserving, so kind, so dedicated—they are foolish.”

His lips brushed against your forehead, planting soft kisses upon your skin.

“I see you.”

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[secretpeachtea]

Onigiri Miya Tidbits Ch 2

Title: the duplicate

Genre: gen fic, reader insert

Word Count: 3.1k

Summary: Onigiri Miya is now hiring and you just happen to be the right person for the job. The business has been gaining popularity since its grand opening, and many customers travel from different cities just to have a bite of Miya Osamu’s delicious recipes. You did expect some craziness from working in food services, but what you didn’t expect was to be bombarded with frequent tomfoolery from a bunch of attractive volleyball players during your shifts.

disclaimer: manga spoilers

A/N: I know the twins (or anyone from Hyogo for that matter) have a very specific accent, but I have a bit of trouble translating that into my writing, so I hope you guys can still use and hear that accent when you read their dialogue!

Previous///Next

It’s been a little over a week since you’ve started working at Onigiri Miya, and thankfully, things have been going well. There have only been a handful of problematic customers, but you were able to handle them quite efficiently, much to Osamu’s satisfaction. You’ve even been able to get acquainted with your boss much more since it’s only the two of you working long shifts together. You can definitely say that things have been working out really well at your job.

Today is another typical day for you as you walk towards the entrance of the shop, ready to start another day of work. You had actually left your apartment a lot earlier than usual, so you were a bit surprised to see that the door was already unlocked since Osamu usually arrives on the dot. You’re a little concerned that you might’ve jumbled up your alarm this morning and was actually late, but your phone displayed the right time. Not wanting to prolong your anxiety, you slide open the door and meet an unexpected sight. 

Sitting at the counter is a man who looks like a carbon copy of your boss but with blonde hair. He’s sporting a mustard-colored tracksuit and is carrying a confident aura.

“Miya-san?”

The stranger looks up and makes eye contact with you. There’s a brief air of silence before he breaks out into a wide grin. “Oh! Hey, new girl!” 

Not knowing how to respond, you just lift your hand awkwardly. “Um...hi?”

“I heard from a friend of mine that ‘Samu hired a new worker.” The blonde runs a hand through his hair. “Didn’t think you’d be such a cutie though.”

Before you even had time to react, your boss walked out of the storage room with a bag of rice on top of his shoulder. “‘Sumu, you got rice all over your chin.”

Miya Atsumu flushes red from embarrassment and proceeds to grab a napkin to clean his face. Now that you’re paying more attention to your surroundings, you notice that there’s an empty plate on top of the counter and you can assume that Osamu gave him food prior to your arrival.

“I’m gonna take a wild guess and say that this is your brother.” You shrug off your jacket as you walk further into the building and address Osamu casually.

“What gave it away? The nose or the ears?” Osamu jokingly teases as he shoves the bag of rice off his shoulders to one of the lower shelves. 

“You never told me you had a twin,” you respond with an equally playful tone.

“Never asked.”

You briefly glance to check the clock on the wall. “You’re here pretty early. Did I miss something?”

Your boss shook his head as he straightened up. He then pointed towards his brother who was just watching you two converse with intrigued eyes. “Nah. He’s here to eat something before practice and wouldn’t stop nagging me to make him something, which is why I’m here earlier than I should be, sleep deprived and all.”

“Sounds like you had a rough morning,” you laughed.

“Um, hello? I’m still here,” Atsumu interjected with a slightly sassy tone. “By the way, I didn’t catch your name, and your boss kept telling me to figure it out myself.”

You take a mental note at how petty your boss could be with his brother and stifle a laugh. “It’s (Surname) (Name).”

The corners of Atsumu’s mouth lifted upward. “Glad I could finally put a name to your face, (Name)-chan.”

Okay, you were definitely not used to someone calling you by your first name in such a casual manner, so you couldn’t stop yourself from getting a bit flustered. This did not go unnoticed by both twins, their eyes taking in the pink tint on your cheeks.

Not wanting to expose yourself any more than you already have, you look away and head towards the back room. “I’m just gonna go get ready really quick!”

Once you’ve put your things down and secured the apron around your waist, you walked back to the main room. The brothers have occupied themselves with other things in the meantime. Atsumu is scrolling through his phone with a bored expression, while Osamu is prepping the display case to get ready to open soon. You figured you should stay productive too and make your way to the fridge. You peek inside through the glass door and notice that there’s a shortage in beverages. 

“Miya-”

You’re at a loss of words when both brothers set their gazes on you once again.

“Atsumu’s fine by me, sweetheart.” The blonde man smirks at your conflicted expression.

“Stop flirting with my employee. And, she wasn’t talking to you, you scrub.” Osamu sighed and brushed his hands on his thighs before turning his body to face you. “What’s up?”

“I think we forgot to pick up some drinks yesterday.” You pointed towards the bare shelves in the fridge. There were a couple green teas and carbonated drinks, but it definitely wasn’t enough to last the rest of the day. The last thing you’d want to do is disappoint any of the customers.

“Ah, shoot. You’re right. I was supposed to take care of that last night.” Your boss looks up at the clock and sees that there’s still some time before you have to open. “I’ll head out and bring those in really quick. You think you can babysit this guy for a bit?”

“Hey! I’m not a little kid!”

“Yup! Leave it to me!”

“Woah, woah! Hold up now!”

Completely ignoring his brother’s protests, Osamu leaves the shop in your hands to bring in the drinks from a convenience store a couple blocks down. This left you and Atsumu in each other’s company for the time being. Not really having much to do until the drinks come in, you just position yourself in front of the register as usual, checking to see if everything is set up correctly. Atsumu seems to take this as his cue to have a one-on-one chat with you. 

“So, what’d you do to get the job? Bribe? Save a life? Cast a spell?”

You tilt your head in confusion and blink once. “Huh? What do you mean?”

Atsumu raises his arms in emphasis. “‘Samu doesn’t just let anyone work here. This place is practically his child. Protects it at all costs. It’s the reason why it’s just been him for so long even though it can get pretty busy around here”

“Oh, uh, I just applied and he accepted me.” You would be lying if you said that you weren’t surprised when you found out that he was the only other worker when you got the job.

“Interesting…”

Feeling a bit uncomfortable over how Atsumu was practically trying to analyze you and borderline interrogate you, you try to switch topics. “Seems like you know your brother pretty well.”

“Yeah, it’s kind of inevitable when we share the same face. Although, I personally think I am the more good-looking twin.”

You sweatdropped. “Well, despite the way you look, you guys are definitely different in a lot of ways.”

“For sure! Sometimes we can be complete opposites!” Atsumu nods his head in agreement.

“Does that mean you’re a bad cook?” You take this opportunity to tease the blonde, but start to regret it after you see a competitive glint in his eyes.

“No way! I’m a great man in the kitchen! Just watch! I’m gonna whip up an onigiri that’s on par with that fool!” Atsumu stands up from his stool and marches over to the other side of the counter.

“That’s probably not a good ide-”

“Relax! I got this!” Famous last words.

As soon as Atsumu was in reach of anything on the work space, all hell broke loose. As he placed some sticky rice into his hands, his elbow knocked over an entire container of sesame seeds, while his other arm ripped a couple sheets of nori* during his attempt to catch the tumbling seeds. A couple eggs fell out of a carton that Osamu had left aside due to the ruckus, painting the floors with yolk, and somehow the rice on Atsumu’s palm had ended up splattering onto his chin. 

You watched everything unfold with distressed shock. “What are you doing?! Are you trying to get me fired?!”

“I didn’t mean to do that, I swear!” The clumsy man just furrowed his brows as he frantically tried to stop anything else from going wrong. Trying your best to calm him down and avoid making more of a mess, you closed the distance between you and held onto his forearms.

“Hey, calm down, or you might trigger something else. Let’s just clean this quickly before your brother comes back or we’re both good as dead.”

That surely got Atsumu’s attention and the two of you quickly began to clean up the mess. You grabbed the nearest cleaning cloth, while he took a hold of the trash can. In just a matter of minutes, the workstation was already starting to look as neat as it was before. If it wasn’t such a ridiculous situation, you could honestly say that you and him were a pretty good team when faced with Osamu’s potential wrath. 

It wasn’t until you were finished sanitizing the counter space did you notice the pieces of rice that were stuck on Atsumu’s face. “Hey, you still have some rice on your face.”

“Again?” He tries to wipe off his face with a napkin like he did before, while he occasionally asks you if he got everything. You point out the ones he misses, but he keeps missing one rice grain on the corner of his mouth. 

Feeling a bit impatient, you lean towards Atsumu and he stiffens his movements. “Here, let me help. Hold still.”

You cup his cheek with your fingers to make sure he doesn’t move. Using your other hand, you gently remove the last rice piece, your fingers lightly brushing over his bottom lip unintentionally. Atsumu just stays completely quiet as you do wonders to his poor heart. He even unconsciously leans into your touch, but you’re too focused on the task at hand to notice.

“Got it.” You give him a triumphant smile, but falter as you notice Atsumu’s expression which held a certain softness to it with something else you can’t quite pinpoint.

Atsumu snaps out of his trance when you let go of his cheek and his entire face heats up, red crawling up to the tips of his ears. You pull away and discard the rice into the trash.

“T-t-thanks.”

Atsumu quickly turns his back towards you and wipes a small smudge on one of the containers, willing his heart to calm down from its fast beating. You think he’s acting a bit strange, but brush it off for now.

The only thing left to clean was the sticky floor. You’re about to mop up the egg remnants when you hear a voice call for your name at the front of the restaurant. “Hey, (Surname)-san! Can you open the door? My hands are kind of full.”

You and Atsumu look at each other with wide eyes, both realizing that you haven’t finished cleaning and Osamu was right outside the door. You hunch over and Atsumu mirrors you. Cue the furious whispering.

“What do we do?!”

“What do you mean, what do we do?! We gotta scrub the floor clean until he sees it!”

“But, he’s right outside!”

“Well you better figure something out, ‘cause if I don’t open that door right now, he’s gonna get suspicious!”

With that, you straightened up and made your way to the entrance, making sure to take your time with each step. You hear quite a bit of shuffling behind you but choose to pray that everything will work out. Once you reach the door, you slide it open for Osamu to enter. He was holding three boxes of drinks, the bulging veins in his arms indicated how heavy they were. 

“You sure took your sweet time.”

You laughed nervously. “Sorry about that. I was in the back room.”

When the two of you walk back to the counter, the blonde is nowhere to be seen. Thankfully, it seems like he was able to get everything done. The floor was spotless, maybe even a little too clean.

Suddenly you hear the bathroom door slam shut and turn your head towards the sound. Atsumu is walking out with slightly wet sleeves, so you assume that he just washed his hands. 

“You’re still here?” Osamu just gives his brother a blank look as he places the drinks down next to the fridge. “Don’t you have to go to practice soon?”

The other twin just shrugs his shoulders. “Eh. Not for like another hour.”

“Then, why the hell did you make me wake up so early to make you food?” One of Osamu’s eyes started twitching.

“I was hungry.”

“Die.”

Ignoring his brother’s bitterness, Atsumu sat at one of the stools near you and leaned his head against his arm. “(Name)-chan, you should try my favorite onigiri flavor!”

Your eyes light up at the mention of the first onigiri your boss made you. “Oh! The Minced Tuna and Spring Onion one right?”

Atsumu looked a bit surprised. “Yeah...how’d you know?”

“Your brother let me try it about a week ago after my shift.”

“Wait,” the man in front of you paused for a moment before a realization hit him. “You’re the reason why I had to eat cereal for dinner that one time?!”

You’re a bit stunned for a moment and direct your next question to Osamu who’s not even trying to hide his smirk. “I thought you said he’d get takeout?”

“Not my fault. This idiot dropped his wallet in the toilet and couldn’t remember where he kept his credit card.” Your boss just casually crosses his arms. “Turns out I conveniently forgot my wallet at the shop that day too.”

“Yeah, you made up for that today, you scrub,” Atsumu scoffs. You just watch the petty banter between the twins, discreetly enjoying their strange way of communicating.

Their conversation was interrupted when Atsumu’s phone vibrated indicating an incoming message. He checks his phone and quietly reads its contents before abruptly standing from his position and stretching. “Well, this was nice and all, but Bo-kun is asking for some extra spiking practice, so I’m gonna head out. I’ll be back soon, (Name)-chan, so don’t miss me too much!”

As Atsumu pocketed his phone, he leaned against the counter where you stood and held out a fist. “I had fun today.”

You laughed softly with a small smile on your face and reciprocated the fist bump. “See you around, Atsumu-san.”

The blonde just waved an arm at his brother, who couldn’t care less, and left without another word. Although, Osamu did nod his head in acknowledgement.

You didn’t think you’d have to deal with so much drama before the shop even opened, but at least you got to meet the brother with good taste.

Today had been another successful day at work. There were quite a few customers and all of the onigiri sold out by closing time. You stretched your arms to relieve some of the tension from standing in the same position all day. Osamu seemed to be doing the same as he rolled his shoulders back and forth.

There was a lingering question that you’ve wanted to ask him since this morning. “Just out of curiosity, is your brother a volleyball player too?”

“Yeah. Do you remember that owl-looking guy from last week? They’re on the same team.”

“Oh, so that’s why you were pretty familiar with him.”

Osamu nodded his head. “I’m surprised the whole team hasn’t come in yet. They frequent this place since it’s convenient and has decent prices. You’ll probably meet all of them pretty soon.”

You just hummed at his words.You were ready to start sweeping and moved your arm in the direction of the broom. 

“My turn to ask, then.” Osamu stated. “What’d you guys talk about while I was gone this morning?”

You hand froze in the air. “With Atsumu-san?”

“The one and only.”

“Oh...um…” You tried to think of something to cover up any suspicions Osamu may have, but he was already on to you.

“He did something stupid.”

You looked at your boss in the eye and sheepishly laughed. Might as well just tell him the truth. “Maybe crack some eggs and ruin some rice?”

Osamu sighed. “I figured. I did think it was a little weird when I saw the trash half full when we hadn’t even opened yet. There was also a very conveniently placed newspaper at the very top covered in yolk. Not to mention the eggs shells tangled in the mop.”

You silently cursed at Atsumu’s carelessness, but didn’t hold it against him since you both were in a rush to get everything clean. Before you had the chance to defend yourself, Osamu spoke up once again.

“Glad you told me the truth though, or I might’ve fired you.”

Panic. You are struck with panic at the mention of possibly getting fired. Your mind reels with everything that could possibly go wrong in your life if you were to lose this job, but Osamu’s amused laugh cuts off your thoughts.

“I’m just messing with you. I know how insufferable ‘Tsumu can be when he sets his mind to something.” He pats your head lightly. “Don’t worry, I don’t plan on letting you go so easily.”

“Thanks, Miya-san.” You silently let out a small sigh of relief. There’s a short pause as the two of you just stand in place facing each other. Osamu looks a bit tense and turns his head away to look at the fake plant on the counter to his right.

“...Osamu.”

You pause with bewilderment and look up to catch his eyes. “...what?”

He moves his arm to rub his neck and avoids your gaze. “You can call me Osamu.”

You hesitate a bit and take in Osamu’s shy attitude. “But, you’re my boss…?”

“I wouldn’t mind if you called me by my first name. P-plus my brother shows up way more than he should, so it’ll probably get confusing,” He quickly rationalized, but his red cheeks said otherwise.

At this point, you’re both a bit flustered. In any other situation, something like this probably wouldn’t be that big of a deal, but this conversation seems oddly intimate.

“O-okay. Then, you can call me by my first name too, O-Osamu...san”

“Sound good, (Name)-san.”

Nori = the seaweed stuff

A/N: I know this is supposed to be a gen fic, but I couldn’t help but add in a bit of fluff when it involves the twins

[luvidzy]

☆ genre: fluff, angst if you squint

☆ pairing: kim yerim x reader

☆ summary: you did not expect your college roommate to be so stunning.

☆ word count: 3.5k

☆ listen to: she by dodie 

If you were being honest, you weren’t exactly excited for college. That being said, you weren’t not excited, you just kind of accepted that it was the next part of life and that you needed to go in order to get a good job for the future. 

Your mom had suggested that you allow yourself to experience and meet new people by applying for a random roommate. You knew plenty of people going to Seoul University, but you kind of liked the idea of meeting someone new. So you filled out the form and didn’t worry about it.

2 weeks before your move in date you received a text from an unknown number.

Unknown: Hey! This is Yeri, your roommate for the year. Can’t wait to meet you

For some reason that text made you more excited. Despite the fact that you were okay with meeting new people, you were kind of worried that the person you were going to room with was going to be a stuck up girl who wouldn’t really care about you because you weren’t a party girl. But Yeri seemed nice, just from her text, and you counted down the days until you moved in when you would get to meet her for the first time.

When the day finally came, you for some reason couldn’t get the butterflies out of your stomach. Your family had come and gone, helping you move your stuff in before leaving you to decorate and unpack by yourself. You were alone so far, the side of the room that Yeri was residing in, empty. You went through the different boxes, pulling out bedding and picture frames. You were sitting on your bed, looking at posters and deciding where you wanted them to go when a soft knock at the door drew your attention.

“Hi.” A girl was standing at the doorway, 3 girls and an older woman behind her. You smiled, recognizing Yeri from her social media photos.

“Hi Yeri! It’s great to finally meet you!” you said, pushing off your bed and making your way over to help her with her stuff. She smiled at you.

“It’s great to meet you too, Y/N. This is my mom and my sisters,” she said, motioning to the people that piled into the dorm room after her. You waved at them, smiling as they each greeted you. Yeri looked around your side of the room, eyes sparkling.

“Wow, this looks so good!” You blushed slightly at the compliment, scratching the back of your neck.

“Thanks. It’s not finished, but I like it a lot already.” Yeri nodded, looking towards her own bare side and pouting slightly.

“Ugh, I have a lot of work to do.” You giggled as she plopped down on her bare mattress, hair fanning out around her. Her mom rolled her eyes playfully, turning to you.

“I’m sorry to leave you with this drama queen, but the girls and I need to head out in order to get home before traffic. It was lovely to meet you, Y/N,” her mom said, giving you a wide smile. You smiled back, shaking her hand before she said goodbye to Yeri and left the dorm room with her sisters. Yeri sat up finally and looked at her boxes, before sighing.

“Well, it’s now or never.” She stood up, putting her striking red hair into a ponytail with ease. She began unpacking her stuff, humming some tunes as she hung up her clothes and put her sheets on her bed. You would glance at her every now and then, smiling to yourself whenever you saw her pout at the seemingly endless boxes that needed to be unpacked. By the time you both were done, the sun was beginning to set and your stomach was beginning to ache from hunger.

“Thank goodness we’re done!” Yeri exclaimed, flopping down on her bed again. You smiled at her again, shaking your head in amusement.

“Well if you’re so tired I guess you don’t want to get dinner with me.” At the word ‘dinner’, Yeri shot up in her bed and stared at you with twinkling eyes. You smiled a bit, feeling your heart flutter at her adorable expression.

“Y/N, I think we’re going to get along swimmingly.” She said. You laughed, standing up from your own desk chair and grabbing your purse.

“I think so too. Now come on slowpoke, otherwise I’m leaving you here.” You joked. Yeri grabbed her purse and was out the door before you could move a step. You smiled to yourself, before exiting the dorm room to follow her to the town.

-

It had been about a week since classes had started and things were going pretty well. Your classes were all pretty interesting and your professors were relatively nice. The only big issue currently was trying to get all your assignments done on time. You and Yeri each sat on your bed, music playing softly in the background as you both tried to focus and do your work. You were trying to write your essay, when you heard Yeri groan. You looked over to see her pouting at the worksheet in front of her. 

“Need help?” Yeri looked up at your words, before nodding. With a smile you hopped off your bed, sitting beside her on the bed and looking at her paper. The words at the top indicated that Yeri was working on her biology homework for one of her gen-ed classes. You glanced over the problem, before quickly finding where Yeri had made a mistake in her explanation.

“And that is the main function of the RNA. It’s easy to forget, but I hope that helped!” you said, looking at her. Yeri looked at you with a large smile and you swear you felt your heart skip a beat. She looked so happy, with a smile that reached her eyes as she thanked you for helping her. You gave an absent minded nod, before rushing back to your bed in hopes of hiding the growing blush on your cheeks. You stared at your laptop, watching the cursor pulse as you tried to keep your mind from going back to Yeri’s face.

You were so busy trying to calm yourself that you didn’t even notice Yeri staring at you, smiling with glee at the blush on your cheeks. She didn’t know why it made her so happy to see you flustered, but she didn’t mind the feeling, especially if it had to do with you. Turning back to her bio homework, she continued the worksheet with ease.

-

“Hi Y/N!” Your head shot up at the sound of Yeri’s voice at the door. You smiled as she walked in, followed by a group of 4 others. You recognized them as the girls that Yeri danced with at the school's dance club. Yeri gushed about them all the time and you could immediately tell why. They were all very pretty and very nice.

“Sorry for intruding, I know this is your homework time, but I forgot my dance bag,” Yeri said, grabbing the small backpack that sat beside her bed that was full of her dancing supplies. You waved her off, smiling.

“Yeri, you don’t need to apologize. This is just as much your room as mine. Besides, it’s nice to finally meet your friends,” you said, turning to the girls that stood toward the entrance of the room. One of the girls, Wendy if you remember correctly, smirked at you.

“And it’s nice to finally meet the infamous roommate. Yeri talks about you all the time, she’s practically in lo-” Wendy was cut off as Yeri rushed over and gave her a smack on the arm, her face a dark pink.

“Yah, Wendy shut up. Y/N’s trying to work, we should go so she can finish her homework before her club tonight,” Yeri said, practically pushing her friends out the door. They waved goodbye to you and walked out, leaving Yeri to stand in the door and look at you, refusing to make eye contact.

“I am so sorry about them. I’ll see you for dinner?” Yeri asked, voice hopeful. You smiled, and nodded.

“Of course. I’ll meet you at the ramen place.” Yeri looked up at you and nodded, eyes sparkling before she waved and closed the door. You were left staring at the door where she just stood, grinning like a fool. She was adorable.

-

“Come on, Y/N. Stop being so worried about what you’re going to wear or we are going to be late.” Your friend, Chaeyoung called from your bed. You turned to shoot a glare at her, before going back to stare at your closet in distaste.

“I just want to look good, Chae. I’ve only met Yeri’s friends once before and I want to look nice.” You said. Chaeyoung rolled her eyes, before looking at you with your eyebrow raised.

“Why are you so worried about it? You and Yeri are friends and that is all that should matter.” You rolled your eyes at Chaeyoung’s comment, before pulling out a sweater and examining it. Chaeyoung sighed as she stood up and made her way over to you.

“Listen, Y/N, I love you and I’m going to say this as your best friend. Do you have a crush on Yeri?” You whipped your head to look at Chaeyoung, eyes wide and heart beating aggressively inside your chest.

“What? No! Chae, what are you talking about?” You said, turning away to hide your very obvious blush from her. Chaeyoung laughed as she pulled you to look at her.

“All I’m saying is that I wanted to make a good impression on Mina’s friends before we started dating too. I didn’t realize until later that I wanted to impress them because they were important to her and she was important to me,” Chaeyoung explained. Your mind raced at this revelation, before shaking your head and taking the sweater off the hanger.

“No. I do not have a crush on Yeri. I just want to look nice, okay?” You said, beginning to pull on the sweater and fixing your hair in the mirror. Chaeyoung just shrugged, before going to sit back on the bed.

“Whatever you say, Y/N.” 

Later that night, you cheered beside Chaeyoung as Mina and her friends finished their set. Chaeyoung rose from her seat, cheering loudly as the girls on stage breathed heavily in their ending pose. You could see Mina make eye contact with Chaeyoung in the crowd and smile at her, sending a wink her way. Chae cheered louder, before finally settling down as the girls made their way off stage. The lights went dark and you felt your body tense as you realized that the next group was Yeri’s group. The room was silent and then the lights suddenly went up and your breath caught in your throat.

Yeri was standing there, center stage with her friends surrounding her. She was dressed in a gorgeous black dress that hugged her body perfectly. You couldn’t take your eyes off of her as she danced around the stage, singing and performing her heart out. As the song ended and they went to the next, you barely looked away from Yeri as she changed from a cool, chic persona to a much cuter and bubbly persona. Your heart was racing and your face felt hot.

When the set was done, you cheered so loudly, standing up like Chaeyoung had done and cheering for your roommate. You watched as Yeri made eye contact with you, smiling and sending you a peace sign. You felt yourself freeze at the gesture and it was then, as you sat back down next Chaeyoung that your brain finally made the connection.

“I’m in love with Yeri.” Chaeyoung turned to you, a soft smile on her face.

“Told you so.”

-

Ever since the concert, you felt awkward around Yeri. It wasn’t that you didn’t like her, in fact it was quite the opposite. Since you had finally confronted that you liked Yeri in a more than friend way, you were finding it hard to be around her. You were hyper aware of her smile, how close she was to you, the way her eyes crinkled when she smiled at you. It was all too much and you felt like you were being suffocated in the best way possible. 

Of course you didn’t say anything to her. You kept the feelings bottled up and, despite Chaeyoung pestering you, you didn’t want to make Yeri uncomfortable. So you kept your mouth shut and yearned from a distance.

It was one night that you were in the dorm room that everything changed. It was a Friday night and you were sitting alone in the dorm room trying to finish a bit of homework. Yeri was out at a party with her friends. She had invited you to come, but you had denied, scared of how your heart would react to seeing Yeri dancing in the glow of the party lights, smiling and laughing. 

So you were content with just sitting in the dorm room, listening to music and doing some work. That was until Yeri texted you. You looked at your phone as it pinged, noticing it was nearing midnight. Opening the text, you scanned over it quickly.

Yeri: Hey Y/N, it’s Wendy. Yeri is really really drunk and she needs to go home but none of us can take her right now. Can you come pick her up? The address is this -

You read the text, before shooting back a quick response that you would be there soon. Grabbing a sweatshirt and your wallet (complete with pepper spray), you walked out of your room and out of the building.

The party wasn’t too far away, so you made it there within 10 minutes or so. You sent a text to Yeri, telling her that you were here and at the door. You slid the phone back into your pocket, waiting a bit in the soft chill of the night. After a few moments, Joy came out of the door with Yeri’s arms around her shoulders. You smiled as Joy grunted, heaving Yeri into your arms.

“Good luck, she’s a handful when she’s drunk,” Joy said, giving you a smile before heading back inside. With Yeri securely wrapped around you, you began to make your way back to the dorm.

“You’re so pretty, Y/N, you know that?” You blushed, thanking the night for hiding your obvious flustered expression. Yeri giggled as you continued to help her walk.

“Irene tried to take me home, but I wanted to see youuuu. So, I refused to go unless you picked me up,” Yeri continued, almost singing along with her words. You felt your heartbeat pick up and your mind began to race. Yeri was practically clinging to you, leaving you to basically carry her to the elevator and into your room. You laid her down on the bed, searching her side of the room for a more comfortable change of clothing. She smiled at you as you threw a pair of sweats at her. She began to change, and you turned away, face red.

“Okay, I’m done,” Yeri called. You turned around, thankful to see her in more comfortable clothes. Walking over, you made sure to move the trash can by Yeri’s desk to beside her bed. Once you were confident the trash can was close enough that Yeri could grab it and throw up in it safely without getting it on the floor, you began to move over to the bed. The only thing that stopped you was Yeri’s hand wrapping around your wrist, pulling your back to face her.

“Where are you going?” Yeri asked, whining. You rolled your eyes softly, before looking at her.

“I am going to bed. I recommend that you do too,” You said. Yeri sighed, pouting slightly. You stared at her and you yelped as she tugged you down and pressed your lips against hers. Her lips tasted like a mix of alcohol and her signature strawberry chapstick. Your eyes widened as Yeri continued to kiss you, before pulling away and shooting you a soft smile.

“Good night!” She exclaimed, before completely detaching you from her and rolling over. You were left a flustered mess, fingertips pressed to your lips. With a fuzzy feeling in your brain and heart, you stumbled to your bed, laying down and forcing yourself to sleep in an attempt to get the thoughts of the kiss out of your head. 

When you woke up the next morning, you instantly remembered last night. You shot up in bed and instantly looked over to where Yeri’s bed was. The covers were neatly made and it seemed like Yeri had evacuated the room. A little note card laid on her pillow, her neat writing covering the paper. You hesitantly got out of bed, walking over to her bed and picking up the note.

I went to go get coffee for the both of us. Thanks for bringing me back to the dorm last night! I’ll see you soon!

Setting the paper down on her bed again, you sighed, raking a hand through your messy morning hair. You went to go sit on your desk, pulling out a worksheet to distract yourself until Yeri came back. All you could think about was the kiss, about how her lips felt on yours and you couldn’t focus on your science. 

You jumped when you heard the door open, and your head whipped to see Yeri staring at you awkwardly. If her body stance and expression was anything to go by, she remembered what had happened yesterday. She walked forward, pressing the coffee into your hands and quickly going to sit on your bed. You both sat in an awkward silence, tension filling the air, neither of you wanting to speak up first in fear of how the other would react.

“We need to talk,” Yeri suddenly said. You finally turned to look at her, to see her blushing. You nodded, making sure to let her know that you were listening to her.

“I… I’m sorry about last night. I don’t know what came over me. I was really drunk and I wasn’t thinking properly and I just kissed you without thinking. I am so so sorry. I wouldn’t have done that if I was sober and I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable,” Yeri said, spitting out the words like she was rapping on stage. She seemed to want them out as soon as possible so she didn’t have to think about them anymore. You felt your heart drop as she continued to talk. So she didn’t mean to kiss you? It was all a mistake?

“Oh. I get it. Listen, it’s all right. We all do stupid things that we don’t mean when we are drunk,” you said, trying not to make the disappointment in your voice to obvious. You weren’t looking when Yeri suddenly shot up.

“No! That’s not what I meant!” You turned to look at her, confusion on her face as she looked away, face growing more and more red.

“I mean, I want to kiss you. That wasn’t the mistake. I wanted to apologize for kissing you when I was drunk. I had a whole plan and everything to tell you that I liked you and that I wanted to date you and I ruined it by kissing you when I was drunk as shit!” Yeri exclaimed, her frustration growing ever more present as she continued to talk. You on the other hand were trying to calm down your aggressively beating heart. Yeri did like you. She wanted you in the same way you wanted her. Yeri shook her head, before she began making her way to the door.

“I’m sorry this is so awkward. You probably don’t even like me in that way, I am just gonna head out for a bit-” Before she could walk past you grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards you and into a hug. You didn’t say anything, but you also felt like you didn’t need to. Your heart was beared as you squeezed Yeri close to you, pouring all your built up emotions out in waves. Yeri was quick to wrap her arms around you and squeeze back. She didn’t speak either, but you knew she knew what you were feeling. It was an unspoken agreement and acknowledgement. 

When you finally pulled away, you threw a warm smile to your best friend. “Want to go out to dinner tonight? A date?” You asked, voice hopeful. Yeri was quick to nod, her smile bright and contagious.

“A date. Yes!” Yeri exclaimed, before going in to hug you again. You continued to hold her and you smiled as you buried your head into her neck. 

You hadn’t been excited for college. But with Yeri at your side, you couldn’t help but feel excited for the future.