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cosmicmunsonwrites · 1 year ago

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Drunk reader meets rafe while he’s talking to his friends. Your drunken status leaves you falling asleep on his lap with him taking you back to his house so your safe

but you came right on time

pairing(s): rafe cameron x fem!reader

warnings: alcohol consumption

summary: after having one too many drinks, you find yourself talking to outerbanks’ golden boy.

authors note: guys i’m so sorry for not updating but with school starting last week, i’m literally dying rn. i changed it up just a tad :) thank you for the request though and i really hope you enjoy!

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do not copy my works. i do not condone rewrites, translations, or edited versions. all my content is my content that i wrote.

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you were currently sat on the couch with a cup of cheap beer in your hand, waiting on your friend to return from wherever she’d gone. she was your ride after all.

“dude, shes smokin’ hot,” you heard a boy say from your right. you then saw him point to a girl across the room. he was standing with a green beer bottle in hand while talking to another guy sat right next to you.

the boy next to you was very pretty. he also looked very troubled.

“are you okay?” you drunkenly asked, trying to provide him some sort of comfort.

his blank expression immediately morphed into one your couldn’t quite make out when he looked towards you. “what?”

you had thought it was a pretty straightforward question. “are you okay?” you repeated a little louder this time incase he couldn’t hear over the music.

he looked almost confused. “yes? why do you ask?”

you opted for a simple shrug before you took another sip of your drink. “you look upset,” you replied. “jus’ wanted to see if you were alright.” then you held out a hand in front of you. “y/n.”

he hesitantly took it. “rafe.”

“cool name,” you slurred out. once your hands were freed from one another, you leaned over and rested your head on his shoulder and cuddled into his side in desperate need of a nap.

you closed your eyes and allowed yourself to slowly find sleep.

rafe hadn’t even noticed, still engaged in a conversation with topper and kelce. but when he did, he couldn’t help but feel the urge to protect you in your vulnerable state. he gently grabbed the cup from your hand and placed it on the table along with his own. “i think ‘m gonna get going,” he alerted the other two.

“so soon?” kelce asked. “it’s just getting started.”

topper chuckled and hit the boys chest. “you gonna take her to your place or somethin’?”

“what else am i supposed to do? leave her here?” he asked with a quirked brow.

the blonde smirked. “i’m sure any other guy here would gladly take her home.”

“you’re disgusting, top,” kelce grimaced.

rafe simply rolled his eyes, not wanting to engage in a conversation with the idiot he called his best friend. he slowly stood up while making sure you wouldn’t fall over. once he was up on his feet, he lightly tapped your shoulder. “hey.”

you grumbled and stirred slightly. “what?”

“c’mon. ‘m gonna take you to my place, okay? i need you to follow me though,” he said softly, grabbing your hands and gently pulling you up on your feet. you drunkenly stumbled into his chest before finally gaining balance. “ready?” he asked as he snaked a hand around your waist for stability.

you nodded and leaned into him a little closer as you walked towards his car. once you arrived without falling over, he opened the passenger door and helped you get in and buckle up before shutting it and doing the same for himself.

fortunately, the ride to the cameron residence was short.

and to make things even better, his parents weren’t home. nor were his sisters.

with his assistance, you two had successfully made it up the stairs and into his bedroom.

“here,” he said, handing her an unopened bottle of water on his bedside table he’d placed there before he left earlier in the day. “take a seat and drink it.”

you groaned, closing your eyes as you sat down. “i don’t like water.”

his brow raised in confusion. “you don’t like water?”

you immediately shook your head slowly to avoid worsening your headache. “no. too bland.”

he couldn’t help but chuckle. “well, i need you to drink a little bit then you can head to bed.” he began to rummage through his drawers before dropping something onto the mattress next to her. “here. change into these. if you need anything, i’m gonna go get some ibuprofen from the kitchen.”

you nodded lazily and waited until he closed the door behind himself to change into the clothes.

when he returned, he knocked softly and asked a soft, “can i come in?” when he got no answer, he slowly opened the door to find you knocked out already. you were dressed in his hoodie and sweats that absolutely swallowed you. he glanced over at the water bottle as he headed to the closet, noticing you’d taken a few sips. he pulled out a soft blanket from inside and draped it over you in hopes of making you as comfortable as possible.

the thought of you not being here with him right now and having someone else take you home to do only god knows what to you was making his blood boil. it didn’t matter though. after all, you were here with him.

he grabbed out another blanket from the college and a pillow, making his bed for the night on the floor. if this were anyone else he was sleeping on the ground for, he’d be pissed. but knowing you were here and protected by him somehow just made him feel a whole lot better.

#gracie writes rafe cameron 🌺#gracies asks and requests 💌#rafe fic #rafe cameron x y/n #outerbanks rafe #rafe smut #rafe fanfiction #rafe cameron imagine #rafe outer banks #rafe obx #rafe cameron #rafe cameron smut #obx #rafe cameron fanfiction

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nanowrimo · 1 year ago

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Pro Tips from a NaNo Coach: How to Write a Novel in 30 Days

NaNoWriMo can seem like a daunting task sometimes, for NaNo newbies and veterans alike. Fortunately, our NaNo Coaches are here to help guide you through November! Today, author Adiba Jaigirdar is here to share her advice on how to set yourself up for noveling success:

Welcome to the very first week of NaNoWriMo! I’ve done NaNoWriMo for (almost) every year since 2008. I’ve won some, I’ve lost some, but I’ve learned a lot along the way. In fact, I apply a lot of the tactics I learned in NaNoWriMo to all my writing. When I wrote my second book, Hani and Ishu’s Guide to Fake Dating, I ended up with a first draft of 74,000 words written in 30 days. That wasn’t something I would have thought possible in 2008 when I was slogging through my very first 50,000-word novel. That’s why I’m here today to share with you a few tips and tricks I’ve picked up through my writing journey, in the hopes that they serve you and your novel this November:

1. Accountability

One of the most difficult parts of writing a novel is that it requires so much self-discipline. It’s not like a job you show up to where your boss is holding you accountable for how many words you’ve written. Only you are ultimately responsible for how much you get done—which is why it’s easy to get demotivated and give up. So, you need to figure out ways in which you can be accountable for your novel this month.

You’ll be glad to hear that you’ve already taken the first step in doing this: you’ve pledged to do NaNoWriMo. You’re here, ready to write. But you can go a step further: ask your friends and family to hold you accountable by checking in on your progress during the month. If you have friends who are doing NaNoWriMo that’s even better; you can hold each other accountable. If you’re on social media, you can share updates every day and be accountable to your followers. There are a lot of ways to do it; so figure out what kind of accountability works best for you!

2. Planning

Planning a novel is definitely not for everyone. This is coming from someone who has pantsed many books! Planning can look different for different people. If you are a true-blue plotter, you might have your entire novel planned from beginning to end, with comprehensive chapter outlines. But if you’re not someone who plots out your entire novel before you’ve written a single word, planning is still important.

This planning can look like a rough outline of your book or finishing your writing day and jotting down a few quick ideas of what to write when you come back to writing the next day, or it can be leaving yourself voice memos as ideas spark when you’re nowhere near your novel. Going into every new day of writing without any idea of what the blank page will hold is very, very daunting, which is why planning ahead can be just the motivation that you need to fulfill your word count goal for the day.

3. Figure out what works for you

I have published four books so far and I’ve written many more. The process of writing each of these books has been very different. I drafted one in three months, one in 30 days, one was completely plotted with a rigorous outline, while one was plotted with a flexible outline, and two were completely pantsed. What I’ve learned about myself is that to make a book work, sometimes I have to try something different.

The only thing NaNoWriMo requires of you is to write those 50,000 words. How you go about it depends on you. You don’t have to write every single day if that doesn’t work for you. You can write at the same time every day, or a different time every day depending on what sparks your creativity. You don’t have to participate in writing sprints if writing with a countdown doesn’t help you focus. The point is that now’s your time to figure out what works for you and what doesn’t. You might be surprised by what methods you swear will never work for you but ends up helping you over that finish line.

4. Have fun!

This is easier said than done, but try to enjoy writing your novel. Especially when it feels difficult. When I wrote 74,000 words in 30 days, it felt like a breeze because I was having a lot of fun with my book. Try to remember what makes you excited about your novel and go back to that when it’s tough. If writing is what you love, find the joy of it and nurture it throughout this month. The more you enjoy it, the more likely you are to keep writing.

Adiba Jaigirdar is the award-winning, critically-acclaimed and bestselling author of The Henna Wars, Hani and Ishu’s Guide to Fake Dating, A Million to One, and The Dos and Donuts of Love. A Bangladeshi/Irish writer and former teacher, she has an MA in Postcolonial Studies and a BA in English and History. She is the winner of the YA book prize 2022, the KPMG Children’s Books Ireland Awards 2021, and was a finalist for the 2022 Lambda Literary awards. When not writing, she is probably ranting about the ills of colonialism, playing video games, or expanding her overflowing lipstick collection.

#nanowrimo #nanowrimo 2023 #writing #writing advice #writing tips #writblr #by nano coach #adiba jaigirdar

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arisewanekosuki · 1 year ago

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Traveler's little helper -Extra-: Aether x Fem!Reader [Divine prospect in love]

[ Teyvat , Mondstadt ]

[Archon Quest Chapter III: Act III - Dreams, Emptiness, Deception.]

… -“Ahem, my friend here has some doubts regarding his future. Can we get a fortune reading for him?” said Nahida while borrowing Katheryne’s body. The little girl hummed. -“ Of course, of course. In that case...” her cats meowed, they didn’t seem to like your group. “Oho, it would seem that Harut and Marut are quite wary of you. Perhaps at some time in the past, you have somehow offended the gods?” - “Only mocking the God of Anemo, questioning the Lord of Geo's financial savviness, and brawling with the God of Electro... Do those count?” Paimon replied, you looked at Nahida to see her reaction for what your little friend said. But the Dendro Archon’s expression didn’t changed after hearing this, she probably already knew about it. The little girl looked confused at Paimon, but before she could ask anything, Nahida spoke. -“ Oh, nothing. Aether, go on, pick an aspect for her to divine.” -“Hm… then divine my prospects in love.” You didn’t expect Aether to ask for that, but you’re very curious what Nabiya will say. -“ Love prospects? No problem at all.” The girl concentrated and after a moment said “Hummm... The gods have spoken. The truth shall be revealed. One who is fated to cross your path will appear on…on..oh they already appeared in your life, but it seems they are oblivious to your feelings…And not only that but there…there are so… so many other people fighting for their heart?! How could that be…and this person is-” -“Alright, that’s enough for me to know.” Aether interrupted before the little girl could say who that special someone is. -“Eh? But… I’m curious now! Who are they?” You asked but Aether just ignored you. -“How about her divine prospect in love?” Aether pointed at you with his thumb. Now he is curious what Nabiya will say about you. -“Is it really okay?” you asked and Nahida smiled to you. -“We still have time, so hearing one more won’t be a problem”. Nabiya concentrated again and then -“One who is fated to cross your path will appear on... on... Huh!? So... so many people will fall for you!? How could that be...” she looked at her cats “Harut, Marut, did you two spoil my divinations? I've never read a fortunes so absurd.” The cats looked confused at their owner, meowing at her. -“ Uhh, actually, Paimon thinks this is probably the most accurate fortune-tellings you've ever done...” You looked at Paimon confused. -“I don’t think so? Many people falling for me? That’s impossible!” you said while scratching your head. Paimon only shook her head with ‘are you serious’ look, Aether is not even surprised anymore at your reaction. But this is not bad, for him it means he still have some chances to win your heart. But he wonder how should he approach you with his feelings. At this moment he’s sure that even if he said ‘I love you’ you’ll still think that he means it as platonic. Aether sighed. “This is no time to think about it.” He thought. …

When evening approached, you two decided to call it a day and rest in the inn. You two already shared beds before, and because lately you spent too much mora, you decided to take room with only one bed. You couldn't help but think who is that special person for Aether, turning towards him you asked. -“Are you sleeping?” Aether opened his lovely, golden eyes and looked at you. -“Can’t fall asleep?” -“Yeah…I been wondering…who is that special someone?” he didn’t say anything. After a while he sighed. -“ Wasn't her divination wrong? I don't have anyone special like that.” He lied. This was good opportunity to just say ‘you’ but he knows that you will laugh and say something like ‘be serious!”. He closed eyes, hoping that you will let go of this subject and just go to sleep. The room was quiet, all he could hear was the soft snoring of Paimon, who was lying between you two. -“Is it Ayaka?” you broke the silence. -“No.” -“Hm…Amber?” -“No.” -“Oh! Keqing?” -“No.” -“Then…Ningguang?” -“No, can we go to sleep?” there was another silence, he opened his one eye. You were pouting. ‘Cute’ Aether smiled. -“Don’t tell me…is it a bo-“ -“No! Goodnight.” He turned his back to you. You hugged Paimon and said ‘goodnight’ as well. You were feeling a bit sad that Aether didn’t wanted to tell you something like this. There are many things you don’t know about him, things that he doesn't tell you, things that even this ‘connection’ doesn't let you know about. You fell asleep with the thought… “Is Aether still not trusting me?”. --- Sorry for any mistakes, it's already late but wanted to post it before going to sleep... (。-ω-)zzz

#Genshin Impact x Reader #Aether x Reader #Genshin x Reader #Genshin Impact x You #My stuff #Traveler's little helper

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youngerfrankenstein · 1 month ago

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Popping in briefly because I finally watched Transformers ONE!

It. Is.

OKAY! It’s pretty fun. Thoughts under the cut.

I was not wrong about a lot of the humour being quite bad. Not that there weren’t also moments that made me laugh but enough made me eye roll to not mention it. B-127 did get the worst of it, with perhaps one joke near the end that had me losing it while mostly wishing he was mute in this movie too.

It also really fell into the trap of what seems to be a lot of modern Transformers media trying to cram in as many iconic catchphrases as possible. It gets exasperating. Make a new one. That said there were a lot of little referential moments that made me smile! Like Wheeljack’s one major contributing factor to the story being accidentally blowing something up.

Story was alright, but felt really rushed to me. Like I get that they had an hour and a half to get everyone at least adjacent to their starting positions, and they did the best they could. But it still felt off. Particularly D-16 given his fall felt less like a descent and more like finding out one awful truth and plummeting off a cliff to become turbo-Hitler. Though I will say they do a decent enough job given the parameters. Things like Orion immediately going “okay how do we help everyone else?” and Dee going “I want personal revenge.” Highlights the main differences between them and why one of them is cut out to be a leader. Also things like Dee being the one to always stick to protocol and will be the leader whose style is very much “do as I say or die.” I will say they did a good job of actually making D-16 and Orion feel like friends with the limited time. Which is good, because I don’t know if the movie could have worked otherwise.

Nothing particularly surprising either. Though it’s kinda to be expected. Guessed Sentinel sold out Cybertron to the Quintessons well before the movie came out. And fortunately they don’t really expect you to care about robot politics besides “Sentinel Sucks”, though looking back I’m not sure why I was worried. Also I think he’s my favourite character. I’m a real sucker for fun villains as is probably very clear by now, and he is very fun. Even if the engineered confession was cliché. Part of this is probably also because I tend to like Jon Hamm. Which I guess brings me to the cast.

If I’m being totally honest the voices for none of the main four really work for me? Brian Tyree Henry is definitely the one who works the most to his credit. Hemsworth is… fine. He’s fine. He could be a lot worse. Though other than them most of the cast works well for me. Though I do still wish there was more respect for voice acting as an actual career by Hollywood. That said Soundwave’s voice was done well and that is all I ask.

As for things I just straight up enjoyed the animation is REALLY good. And I really like a lot of the designs! The bots, the train, THE QUINTESSON SHIP!!! Also kind of like the whole Fisher King thing Cybertron seems to have going on

[Cinematic Parallels]

And the fact it’s constantly transforming. The ACTION! So well done. All I really wanted was a thrilling punch-up between Optimus and Megatron and I GOT IT! There’s also the frequent use of blatant irony which is MY cringy dialogue trope! Favourite of course: “No more false prophets!” <- False prophet seconds before robot Jesus shows back up.

(Perhaps irony is not quite right but it did make me smile.)

And the most minor one, Oppy getting the Castlevania axe subweapon.

All in all I do hope we get a Transformers TWO. I think there’s more story to be told in this universe, it feels somewhat fresh. And I think with a bit more space to flesh things out it could be quite good! Also I just want to see the gang fight the Quintessons. (Big Quintesson fan here. #bringbacktheG1origin)

Was it the best Transformers film? No. That’s still Bumblebee, and by a country mile.

But was it a good time for the kids?

Yeah, I would think so! Mission accomplished.

#Transformers #Maccadam #TF1 #Transformers ONE

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kotegiris · 27 days ago

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[Event Story] 1st Anniversary -Butler's Prayers-

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Chapter 2: The Four Churches

Muu: It’s a ritual to mourn for the Devil Butlers?

Berrien: Yes.

Berrien: Fortunately… Since Aruji-sama’s arrival, there haven't been any more casualties, but…

Berrien: Before that… There were many Devil Butlers who lost their lives fighting angels. Muu: I-I see…

Muu: So this ritual is to mourn for the people who died.

> So that’s why everyone looked so gloomy

Berrien: Yes…

Berrien: They’re mourning for the precious comrades they’ve lost.

Berrien: They can't help but feel depressed.

Berrien: Honestly speaking…

Berrien: Until the last minute, I wondered whether or not to tell you about the ritual…

Berrien: We are forcibly reminded that one day we may be next.

Berrien: I'm worried that it may cause you to suffer…

> Berrien…

Berrien: But considering that it would have been difficult to hide…

Berrien: Resolutely, I decided to tell you.

Berrien: My apologies if I’ve made you sad.

> It’s alright. > Not just me, everyone’s feeling sad too

Berrien: Aruji-sama…

Berrien: Thank you.

Berrien: Putting that aside… During this ritual, we pray for the Devil Butlers who’ve passed.

Berrien: And while reminiscing about our departed comrades…

Berrien: We give thanks that we are still alive and…

Berrien: Renew our resolve to move forward towards the future.

Berrien: This is a very important ritual to us.

Berrien: Aruji-sama.

Berrien: I’m sorry to suddenly ask this of you, but…

Berrien: As the lord of Devil’s Palace…

Berrien: Won’t you join us in this ritual?

> Me…? Is it really alright?

Berrien: Of course.

Berrien: All the butlers are dealing with various emotions during the ritual.

Berrien: There may be butlers who are dealing with painful memories…

Berrien: If you could stay by their side…

Berrien: I’m sure you’ll be of great comfort to them.

> Of course, I’ll join you

Berrien: Thank you, Aruji-sama…

Muu: Fufu… Aruji-sama’s so kind!

Muu: I’ll do my best to also help!

Berrien: Thank you, Muu-chan.

Berrien: Ah, that’s right. Before I forget…

Berrien: Muu-chan. Here’s your outfit.

Rustle…

Muu: Wow! It matches with everyone!

Berrien: You’re one of the butlers too.

Muu: Fufu, thank you!

Berrien: You’re welcome.

Muu: Uhm… So where did everyone else go?

Muu: Earlier you said that they’ll “continue the ritual” right?

Berrien: Yes… Besides here, the ritual is held at other churches too.

Muu: Huh? R-Really?

Berrien: Yes.

There are a total of four churches near the mansion.

Muu: There are four…? I-I had no idea.

Berrien: Fufu… It’s not surprising that you didn’t know.

Berrien: Like I mentioned earlier, it’s usually closed.

Muu: But… why are there four churches?

Berrien: There are separate churches we pray at depending on where the butler was from.

Berrien: The four churches are modeled after the Central, Eastern, Western, and Southern Lands, respectively.

Berrien: This is the central church.

Muu: I see…

Muu: Doing all this for the people who passed away…

Muu: The Devil Butlers really care for their friends!

Berrien: Yes…

Berrien: But… If we don’t go this far, I feel like we won’t be able to go on…

> Berrien…

Berrien: Oh my… My apologies for creating a dark mood.

Berrien: Putting that aside… Aruji-sama, please try stopping by the other churches too.

Berrien: I think the departed Devil Butlers will also be happy to see you.

> I will

Muu: First, let's pray at this church!

Muu: Uhm… To pray, I should put my paws together, right?

Berrien: Fufu… Thank you, Muu-chan.

Knock, knock

Berrien: Oh? That came from the church door…

> I wonder who

Lono: Berrien-san! Are you inside?

Bastien: Sorry. Can you open the door for us?

Berrien: Those voices… It’s Lono-kun and Bastien-kun.

Muu: Sniff, sniff… Something smells yummy!

#akuneko #aknk #devil butler with black cat #akuneko translations #event story #1st anniversary -butler's prayers-

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agustdblues · 1 month ago

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GMMTV 2025 (in the order of my interests)

•Ticket to heaven: My highlight of the night indeed I had goosebumps watching the mock trailer. Geminifourth in and as a catholic orphan falling in love with an atheist bad boy and struggling to choose between love and faith. The production and dialogues of the mock trailer itself had me shook. For a min I thought this was Your name engraved herein remake😭 this is a very bold and important topic and their acting will be very crucial. I will definitely cry a lot. Thank god Aof is doing this, we’re in good hands

•Burnout Sundrome: I kinda jumped when I thought it would be DewGun but here comes Off again😭 They can’t help themselves alright I give up. One thing about Gun is he WILL created sexual tension on screen and miss Nuchy also loves that. Plus the mock poster and the music choice in the mock trailer are sooo good. Now all they need to be is a THROUPLE I’m hyped for this !!!

•Girl rules: Did someone say dark messy only friends but make it lesbians?? WE UP!! That trailer was soooo hot🔥 Jojo, thank you so much for blessing us

•Cat for cash: FirstKhao with cats? Sign me up right now. After all those heavy plots they’re finally taking it lighter. This seems to me like a sweet slice of life story- just what I need in my life

•Memory of Rati: GMM’S FIRST BL PERIOD DRAMA!?!? If you know how much I love IFYLITA you KNOW this is made for me. Very happy to see AouBoom in a completely different setting. The trailer was pretty good- my only worry would be GreatInn’s acting. I dropped wandee goodday not even halfway in so I hope they improve themselves a lot acting wise Otherwise I’m excited about this

•That Summer: WINNYSATANG IN LEADS FINALLY THANK YOU JOJO. Also MONDRYU!? Neo and his girlfriend??? That’s really adorable. Satang is a prince, I will be tuning in😊

•A dog and a plane: TAYNEW BACK!?! A SHOCKER! No really I wasn’t expecting them to do another bl but hey I like it!! A paramedic and a flight attendant (whose captain bf is cheating) This kinda plot appeals to me so much ayyy. Also Jojo is doing this too😭 Just how many shows is he gonna make!?!?!

•My romance scammer: OhmFluke and JuniorMark as marriage scammers lmao. They wrote this script soon as the marriage bill got passed🤣 We love fresh new concepts so bring it on! This will be fun and angsty. It’s been a while since I’ve seen Ohm (back with another fluke lol) so I’m looking forward to it a lil

•Whale Store XoXo: Another one for MilkLove! with a new pair JuneMewnich!! Thank god they’re out of the uniforms now phew😮‍💨 this looks like a cute series

•Dare you to death: JoongDunk in a dark murder investigation series. I find it so funny when truth and dare games lead to murders. A good change of pace for the pair and ngl investigator Dunk is kinda😉

•Boys in love: The annual new launch series of the year. This trailer looked more convincing than the other ones I’ve seen over the years for this category Also PODDPAPANG TEACHER ROMANCE AAAAAA

•Head 2 head: SeaKeen as frenemies to lovers where one gets future premonitions?? I’m sorry I still don’t see the appeal of this pairing but maybe it was the setting and plot to blame??? I’ll wait to find out

•My magic prophecy: a real doctor as a doctor! with a fortune teller🤡 Gmm definitely put those tarot cards to use lol. JimmySea really like doing fantasies huh. The trailer didn’t really tell us much so we’ll just have to wait and see how this one goes

•Only Friends- Dream on: I THOUGHT WE WERE JOKING!? I can’t believe this is getting real😭 Its gonna be a messy theatre ensemble with gay romeo juliet. Another gig for JossGawin ayy but I don’t this I can do this again….or so I say now🤡

•Me and Thee: Pondphuwin as a soap opera loving mafia and photographer. My ao3 dash is coming alive. This seems okay- might tune in/might not🤷‍♀️

•MU TE LOVE: seven different stories about love, magic and fortune. that’s a lot of them wow. People who like watching these types of shows will enjoy it- as for me I’m not particularly keen about it💀 but maybeee I will tune in for the diva group

•Melody of secrets: Forcebook in horror?psychological drama? Again I’m not into them- and never was. Those who will watch it, have fun👍

•Wu: Skynani as supernatural soulmates. Seriously did they film this trailer yesterday itself? that did not tell us a thing💀 They’re still following the bromance line which pisses me off but ig ppl don’t care about it

•Love you teacher: PerthSanta but Santa reverts to 7 years old💀 Why. WHY would you do this??? The first few seconds of their chemistry was so nice but then infantilising Santa???? nah man just throw this out pls

•I love a lot of you: Nanon and his het show. Like quite literally the only one this time. The plot line🤡 Are they trying to remake Kill Me Heal Me? Anyways, I think this girl needs a psychiatrist instead of a lover to fix her multiple personality disorder

19/20 are queer shows!? One straight show to keep our dear Nanon employed🤣 this is shocking coming from gmm. Some of these bls are actually really appealing. Given how so many of the shows announced in 2024 are still pending, I don’t think we’ll get to see many of these till 2027💀 Specially the period dramas because the production cost will be huge. Overall I think we have a good yr ahead of us

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clumsiestgiantess · 1 year ago

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Erica pov of chapter five! A very ominous title, but we already know who’s watching her.

all chapters linked here

[When you think you’re alone, someone’s watching]

I knew something awful was going to happen the moment that damn pile of money reappeared in my living room. It’s always been a specialty of mine to sense that kind of thing. Unfortunately, nine times out of ten I ignore it and continue making things worse. I only realize this in hindsight, of course. If I’d known the horrific punishment for using that money, I probably would’ve walked right out of my apartment the day it showed up and never looked back. I would say going back to John is better than the torture, but it would actually be a very similar experience. In short, I would be screwed either way.

Not that I have much of a choice these days. Apparently my free will is the price to pay for all that mysterious money. I'd involuntarily made a deal with some sort of devil or demon or otherworldly being, and now I couldn’t take it back. I shouldn’t have touched that money. Why did I take it when I knew something was wrong? Stupid fucking logic — correcting my decisions after I already made them. I couldn’t even make decisions for myself anymore. It felt like I became a puppet on a string. My movements weren’t my own, and I could feel something somewhere tugging at me — forcing me to do whatever it wanted. The sensation always left me feeling frighteningly cold, like I was already dead.

Whatever took my body hadn’t seemed so malicious at first. It had given me a small fortune, a mini mansion, a stable job, everything I wanted. I thought it was a prank or strange new tv show; little did I know I would end up here, like this. It’s all been taken from me now, except the mansion and my car. The only reason I still have those is because I need some form of transportation, and without the mansion, I don’t have a home. I.. god, I think I really screwed up. I made it mad or something. It took almost everything I’d bought. Did I use the money in the wrong way? But what else would they have given me a whole giant secret safe of it for?

Strangely enough, whatever was torturing me wasn’t too cruel. I mean, having zero choice over where I went and what I did was a shit deal, but if my puppet master could really do whatever they wanted, things could be a whole lot worse. A lot of people would do worse. John would do worse. He would have me right where he wanted me from square one. I could feel goosebumps on my arms just thinking about it, even though I’m not even controlling them.

In all the horror movies about possession and stuff, the puppet was usually hurt for fun or thrown into awful situations just to amuse whoever was controlling them. Thankfully, that doesn’t seem to be the case for me. All my puppet master’s done is force me to live a well-off human life. Is it using me to live a human life for itself? Why me? Why not one of the thousands of other people in the city? And if I’m being controlled like this without a single person knowing, how many other people are actually these beings in disguise?

From sunup to sundown I was a stranger in my own body. There were a few exceptions, though. Once in a while I’d wake up and not be greeted by the awful sensation of being tied to some unseeable thing. Apparently, I was given random days off. I panicked the first time I woke without being controlled, desperate to find out what had happened, and why I could suddenly move my own limbs again. I drove away to the middle of nowhere, trying to hide, but I’d been caught speeding down the highway in my rush to get away. I ended up right back home because I’d forgotten my wallet in my despricity to escape. By the time I got back, my freedom had been revoked.

My captor would also let me have freedom for social situations — when a friend or colleague started talking to me about things that whatever was controlling me probably didn’t know. Thanks a lot, body snatching creature. Free will, but only while I’m forced to make small talk. Maybe it is torturing me after all. There was one time during an event like that when I thought I finally found out what, or who, was controlling me. The moment I was alone, in public, and uncontrolled, John showed up.

“Had enough yet?” his sickeningly smooth voice startled me from behind as he glided over to the table where I sat. A friend and I were at a popular cafe when he happened to saunter in at the exact moment she left. I turned to look at him, heart dropping into my stomach. I hadn’t seen him since the night I told him to go fuck himself. “E- Enough of what?” Fear seeped into my voice; I couldn’t help it. Enough of being controlled? I know he definitely would control me given the chance, but I thought he’d be doing so much more to me if it really is him. “Oh come on, seriously?” he sneered. “Surely you’ve been evicted from our apartment by now. You bought it with my money, didn’t you?” He chuckled menacingly, “Face it darling, you need me.”

Oh thank god; he’s not the one controlling me. Feeling a bit more confident knowing that and the fact that I was currently in control of myself, I gave an amused sounding sneer before shooting him a steely glare. “No, I don’t. I’m doing just fine without you and I don’t plan on ever needing anything from you ever again.” I loved the way his smugness immediately vanished. Unfortunately, it was quickly replaced with rage. I braced myself, knowing he would undoubtedly yell something stupid at me and make a big fucking scene. He stayed silent, and that scared me more than the first option.

My eyes shot open to find him standing completely frozen and almost limp like a standing zombie. Or a puppet. In less than a second, I was on my knees in the booth, peering over the top at every possible person to see if anyone had anything to do with it. I know if it’s not John then it might not even be a person, but I was desperate at that point. Even as he wandered out the door in a daze, I followed him, excusing myself from the meal. He looked hollow, almost — drifting into a crowded sidewalk out of sight. Is that how I look when I’m controlled?

Suddenly, I felt almost a magnetic tug from above. No! No, no, no! Shit! It’s coming back for me! I left the cafe, and I don’t think that’s what my puppet master wanted. Before I could get a foot out in front of me to run, my muscles were tugged out of my control. Thoughts that weren’t my own drifted into my head, telling me that I could stop worrying about John �� he was taken care of for the foreseeable future. That’s happened a few different times. I think it’s some sort of message from my captor. Usually they’re stupid, but I do agree with letting them handle John.

I tried to get away the next several times I woke up uncontrolled, but my captor found me every. Single. Time. They must have had some way to track me down; how awful is that? By then, I’d pretty much given up hope of escaping. I’d just have to wait it out. Whatever’s controlling me has to get bored of it eventually.

Months into this strange existence, I started to feel like I was being watched. My captor certainly was not getting bored yet. As time went on, I only became more and more aware of the thing controlling me. Whenever I thought I was alone, someone would be watching. They’re always here. Don’t they have anything better to do? I thought with disdain. What if this is a lifetime deal? Will I have to live watching my own life play out in front of me until I die? That- That can’t be it. This can’t be the rest of my life, it can’t. All I have left is looking out of my own eyes like a window, watching things happen around me like I’m seeing someone else. Like I’m no one, like I’m nothing. I can’t stand being like this, and I can’t even be angry or sad about it because I’m always trapped.

Eight long frustrating months passed. Sometimes, when I woke up late at night when the thing wasn’t controlling me, I’d reminisce about my life before all this. There wasn’t much to reminisce about, though. My life already sucked, but at least then I could still make decisions. I had at least a little control over what happened to me, though honestly, it wasn’t much. Sitting on the edge of my bed in a sobbing mess is one of the best things I can have now. I can finally have emotions besides the ones that are stuck in my head every goddamn day of my awful fucking life. The doors to the balcony creaked open, but I barely had time to look up at them before my muscles were taken from me. If I knew my captor was there, I would’ve been begging rather than crying. Though, I bet I’d be crying either way.

Thoughts that weren’t mine came into my head, but this time they came with a new sensation. A sort of.. calmness that I hadn’t felt in years washed over me like rain after a drought. It was soothing, though I knew it was my captor doing it. Wait. They’re calming me down? They saw me crying and calmed me down? What? Why didn’t they let me have this before? I thought back through the other times I wasn’t controlled. I guess I’ve never cried in front of them before. Suddenly, I was feeling extremely tired. I don’t know if it’s my captor doing it or just me being tired, but I was out in less than a minute.

From then on, my captor decided to give me that sort of peace from time to time. It helps a bit. I don’t mind having a break from living life; I just wish I could spend the time on something besides sitting around doing nothing in my head but watch. The calmness changed that. It gave me weird visions of happy places and times that I’d never seen — something to do besides nothing at all. I want to be in control more than anything when there’s free time, but while I’m at work or dealing with traffic, I decided the weird relationship between me and my captor was mutual. They could have my body then. Now I use the few days I have off like vacation days. I do whatever I want until whatever’s controlling me comes back. Then it’s back to my head and back to work. Life again became tolerable. I’d space out all day, letting my body be dragged from one place to another. Until one fateful night.

I stayed at work late. It wasn’t my choice; it was never my choice anymore. But suddenly, it was. Some noisy kids were making a racket down the connecting street; there was an explosive snap, and then I could feel my limbs again. For the first time in almost a month I felt truly alive again! I got the suspicion that this wasn’t an intentional release, and I could practically feel the presence of my captor nearby. Taking the small chance I had, I fled down the empty street to the parking garage and my car. If I could just reach it before I was taken over, I might be able to escape. Despite liking the time alone to myself, I wanted it to happen on my terms, not my captor’s.

As I raced through the now eerily quiet sidewalk, I felt the thing getting closer, rapidly gaining distance on me despite running at my fastest. I hadn’t been afraid of it in a long time, but I was starting to now. At the last second, I dodged into an opening in the parking garage ahead, hoping to lose whoever or whatever was chasing me. Up until that point, I could chalk up the 'feeling their otherworldly presence' thing to paranoia or delusion, but a few moments after I darted into the parking lot, a new factor made my hair stand on end. I could hear it breathing. Echoed breaths flooded the concrete structure, seemingly coming from everywhere at once. Now I was more terrified of my captor than I had ever been before.

Overwhelmed, I let out a terrified scream as the breathing grew closer. It's going to catch me, I realized in horror, and I'll never have control again! Realizing it would take me far too long to find my car in the lot, I abandoned it and rushed out the back entrance, desperate for a busy street of some sort. If I could slip into a crowd, whatever's rushing around invisibly probably wouldn't be able to find me. At least they wouldn't have a clear shot at getting my body back. Maybe if I put up a long enough chase, it'll get tired and find someone else to control instead.

Unfortunately, that plan was very short-lived. The street in that direction was a dead end. I scrambled into an alley, which was also a dead end, hoping that it was possible to hide from whatever's coming for me. I stood trembling in fear as I felt and heard the thing getting closer. It must've seen me hide down there, because it wasn't long before I could feel its presence at the entrance to the alley. I'm trapped with no way out now. I'll never have free will again. Might as well put up a fight while I still can, right?

There was a trashed glass bottle on the ground beside me, and I scooped it up in haste as I felt my captor inch closer. With a quick swing, I shattered the back end of the bottle against the wall to my right, creating a rudimentary weapon. "Don't fucking touch me!" I cried out with all the fury I could muster, "I know you're here! I could hear you breathing in the parking garage." The thing, whatever it was, stopped its advance, so I continued, voice growing a little stronger. "What are you?! What do you want from me?!" I swung my shattered bottle violently through the air in hopes to deter the thing from coming any closer.

My aggression seemed to be working as far as I could tell. My captor had backed up a ways to the alleyway entrance. It's still hard to tell how much of an advantage I actually have, though. I can't see the thing I'm trying to fight. For all I know, it might have just stepped back to have a good laugh at me before taking my body again. Maybe it realized that I'd have to go out that way eventually, and it’s just sitting there waiting to grab me once I tried to escape. As I thought through a possible way out of there that didn't involve my immediate re-capture, I heard a chilling cracking sound. It was like a mini earthquake. The pavement in front of the alley split open, and soon half the parking garage crumbled to rubble before my eyes. My heart thundered in my ears, and I was dangerously close to passing out in fright.

At that point, I was at my wits' end. I assumed I was about to be torn apart just like the metal and concrete structure before me. I braced myself for the worst, but was startled out of it by a very loud yelp of pain. Looking back over at the garage, I gasped in confusion and utter horror, dropping my bottle to the ground. A few truckloads of blood were spattered over the entire side of the parking garage. Sitting in the middle of it was my captor, now fully visible. It.. no wait.. she looked like a person. Her blonde hair shone under the dim city lights, and her pale face paled even more as she slowly glanced up from her cut hands to look at me. She looked like a person, but she was taller than almost every single building I could see. It was too much, way too much. This was my puppet master? She was controlling me? I slowly backed up to the furthest point I could, flinching as I hit the wall behind me. Whoever, whatever she is, she could easily kill me with only a few fingers. How can something like her even exist?

"Please, don't-" I choked on a sob before I finished my sentence. What use was it to beg for my life? She'd already stolen it from me. I watched as her eyes went wide with.. fear? It couldn't be. She was probably just surprised that I'd spoken to her since she'd been invisible the whole time. How did she even get this far into the city without absolutely demolishing everything in her path? It looked like she was going to say something, but stopped as her injuries tensed with pain. The air around her wavered like a mirage or exhaust. One moment she was there, hunched over beside the blood-covered remains of the garage, and the next moment, she was gone. All the gore disappeared along with her, but the destruction remained. At first I thought she'd gone invisible again, but I realized that even the sensation of her presence was gone. She'd simply vanished into thin air.

I stood in the alleyway for a long while after my surprisingly human-looking tormentor disappeared, still shaking with fear though she was long gone. Finally, a car horn from somewhere in the city startled me out of my stupor. In a daze, I trudged over to my car, which was thankfully parked near the edge of the garage and hadn't been close in the giant's crater of destruction. Once I climbed in and let the car door slam behind me, it was as if all my emotions suddenly felt the need to re-appear at once. I curled up in my seat, bawling in a mix of fear and anger and relief. Why has that behemoth of a person been controlling me, and how? I've managed to keep control of my body, but at what cost? Will she return to take back control, or just end my life entirely? She hurt herself in anger at me. Surely she’ll be back for revenge. My heart missed a beat as I realized just how helpless I really was in this situation. I’ll die if she tries to hurt me! Even if I don’t die, I doubt I’ll ever have control over myself as long as I live. I’ll never feel my body ever again! By the time I stopped crying, I was dead tired. It was two in the morning, I'd just been hunted down like a wild animal, and I was realy fucking sick of fearing for my life. With grim determination, I started up my car and headed back home. There's no point in delaying the inevitable. I'm dead inside and out and I really, really just want somewhere safe to go. But I have nowhere left. My parents' house is a plethora of nightmares in itself. John's place.. only in his dreams. I guess I could sleep in my car, but I'm afraid of either getting a ticket or getting broken into. And finally, there's the mansion I had been gifted by my captor. There's really only one option here. My only hope is to bet that with an almost human appearance, my captor also has almost human emotions. She did take pity on me once before, right? If I could just get her to sympathize with me somehow — get her to recognize how awful she's been — maybe, just maybe, I could have my own life back.

#other-world universe #g/t #giant tiny

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aeoki · 2 months ago

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Candy House - Programme to Fall in Love: Chapter 3

Characters: Sora, Natsume & Tsumugi Season: Winter

Sora: Still, there’s not much we can currently do~

Our goal this time is to save Sora’s friend, Ecchan. But we don’t know where Ecchan is being imprisoned.

That’s Ecchan’s wish and it’s “Switch’s” job to grant people’s wishes, right~?

Natsume: YeAH. But that’s our hidden objectiVE.

Our objective on the surface is the same as the other ES idoLS – to hype things up for “Chocolat FeST”.

Tsumugi: We should make sure we don’t forget that. We won’t last if we keep our heads in the clouds – we need to make sure our feet are firmly planted on the ground.

Sora: Yes!

But we’re doing something special for this year’s “Chocolat Fest”, right?

Natsume: YeAH. We’re leaving the “Chocolat Fest” in real life to the other idols, while we’ll be holding our own “Chocolat Fest” in the cyberworld we’re overseeiNG.

In reality, ES and Yumenosaki are big but there’s still a limit to how many people they can accommodaTE. But space is infinite in a cyberworLD.

Sora: HiHi~ The world of the internet is huge ♪

Natsume: HeHE. We’ll give our fans who can’t attend “Chocolat Fest” in person a simulated experience on the internET.

Specifically, we’ll send out the “SSVRS” devices at an exceptionally cheap price and have the interested players login through thAT.

Tsumugi: Is it okay for us to send them out for such a cheap price?

Natsume: “SSVRS” is an unknown piece of technology, so it’s important to spread the word and have people experience it for themselves right nOW. I’ve already gotten permission from “Gor-Corp”, the developers of “SSVRS”.

Sora: In fact, “Gor-Corp” was even more eager than us and told us they’d love to make that happen~

Natsume: As expected of “our ‘Gor-Corp’” – they completely ignore profiTS. They’re like those people who care more about having fun as opposed to gaining something in exchanGE.

Tsumugi: I don’t think you two realise it yourselves, but you can get like that too sometimes, you know?

Sora: HuHu~ That’s why we’re fans of “Gor-Corp” ♪

Natsume: Anyway, we’ll be inviting a large number of guests to the “Chocolat Fest” in the cyberworLD.

They’ll be able to experience the festival with all five of their senses if they use the latest version of the deviCE. They’ll use the latest “SSVRS” to enter “Candy HouSE”.

Tsumugi: You’re starting to sound like the CEO of an IT company.

Sora: HeHe~♪ With the new device, they should be able to lick the chocolate they get in the cyberworld and see that it tastes “sweet”?

Natsume: That’s rigHT. They’ll be able to experience something similar to realiTY. At times, it might feel even more realistIC.

No. We’ll be providing people with the kind of virtual reality that makes you forget realiTY. That’s what we’ll provide for those who want thAT.

HeHE. Let’s sneer at the riffraffs who cling to reality and squirm about like worMS.

A new era and a new world is upon uS. Those “old farts” who haven’t noticed that and only know how to live in the past will end up being left in the dust, gazing at our backs forevER.

It took a long tiME… We definitely went through a lot to get here, didn’t wE?

I tried to control this world physically in the beginniNG.

It was a small miniature garden in the beginniNG. I had a very hard time trying to control Yumenosaki AcadeMY.

It all started from my foolish revenge to get back at the “Emperor”, who controlled the school and pushed us asiDE…

Well, I did achieve that, so it makes me wonder what all that was about, though.

Sora: If Sora remembers correctly, you did some fortune-telling and took hold of every single student’s mind?

Natsume: YeAH. That was my raison d'être and I’m still doing it to this day. If I were to capture every single human being in that way, I wouldn’t have the time for it even if I had all the time in the world.

Besides, even if I did do that and talked them into doing it, I don’t know if they would actually become an idOL.

Generational change occurs as times go bY. The students I had in my grasp also ended up graduatiNG.

It felt like my efforts were in vaIN. I do, of course, intend on making good use of the connections I made, thouGH.

But while I was repeating my fruitless efforts, I was handed a “magical waND”.

That’s “SSVRS”. We experimented with it during the “SS” Qualification Round in “SHINSEKAI”, and I learnt that I should make good use of iT.

At the same time, we made it so that people were entranced by this magIC – to the point they couldn’t even dream of living without iT.

Those who only live in reality won’t notice it at aLL. We’re definitely invading and controlling people’s dreaMS - slowly but sureLY.

And now that we’ve captured countless dreams, we might be able to use some super fancy magic that we’ve never used befoRE.

Tsumugi: We ran into danger quite a few times, though~ “AKATSUKI” stormed in after hearing the rumour that you guys were controlling Yumenosaki, right?

Natsume: I still don’t understand what that was aboUT. They just made a fuss, went on a rampage and then left after they were satisfied, like some passing tornaDO.

But even if they decide to persecute me in reality, like some witch hunt, that won’t stop the magIC. We’ve overcome numerous hardships to gain this huge magical powER.

Sora: HoHo~♪ And what are we gonna do with that power? We’re gonna save Sora’s friend, Ecchan, right? Sora knew Master~ was a goodhearted person.

Sora has always respected Master~♪

Natsume: HehEH. I’m not like that “EmperOR”. I’m not controlling the world to take advantage of the position and to fill my own pockeTS.

I’m doing it to remove as much sadness as I can from this worLD.

I wanted to become stronger so that I wouldn’t have to cry anymoRE.

I think my dream will come true thanks to everyone’s efforTS.

Tsumugi: Hehe. I’m glad. All’s well that ends well ♪

Natsume: Nothing’s ended yET. In fact, everything has only just begUN.

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huneybomb · 4 months ago

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[Asadora Review] Asadora: Mai Agare! (2022)

a beautiful journey between dreams and reality.

"the reason why i want to become a pilot it's because i can't forget the joy of flying. i was so happy. i want to be a pilot who can carry the hopes and dreams of people in the sky and i want to make everyone happy. when i was flying. i thought to myself, i was born to do this" —Iwakura Mai

― MY REVIEW:

my 13th asadora

plot: ★★★★☆ ½

heroine: ★★★★☆ ½

hero: ★★★★☆ ½

side characters: ★★★★☆ ½

music: ★★★★☆

overall: ★★★★☆ — 8.5/10

I had no expectations when I watched this asadora because I read some bad reviews and saw the low ratings when it was still airing. BUT, I surprisingly really liked Mai Agare! I cried with a big smile on my face when I watched the last episode, the ending was really satisfying for me ♡

Honestly, some asadoras are like a chore to complete, but for me Mai Agare was very light and easy to watch. of course there were times when I didn't like the heroine's decisions, but when I followed her journey until the end, I could see the point of the story why it was made that way.

WHAT I DON’T LIKE:

1. the first half and second half are like different stories, too different. it's a shame because the scene where the heroine learns to become a pilot is very well made, but it just stopped in the second half. I’m sure there will be many viewers who will drop this asadora here, but luckily all the differences will be one complete story when you watch this until the last episode.

2. seems like they ran out of funds in the second half because it was maximized in the flight scenes. they used the same place continuously and it really felt like in a studio. however, Mai Agare is still much better than Hiyokko in this regard.

3. like other asadoras, they will bring up a little more problems in the last 20 episodes, but fortunately it is finished well.

4. the bond between family relationships is quite good, but it still feels like there is a wall between them.

WHAT I LIKE:

1. although the heroine has some flaws in her character, I quite like her because she is always considerate about other people’s feelings, values teamwork highly, she is always able to see the good in people and passionate about whatever she does.

2. her family relationships. not the best, but I like how all her family members are willing to learn to help. although theres love-hate relationship with heroine's older brother, everything ends well.

3. her father is a hard worker and really loves his family, this is one of things that is quite rare in other asadora.

4. i really like when the heroine is learning to be a pilot at aviation school. the scenes here changed my perspective on pilots and the world of aviation.

5. i like the relationship between the heroine and the instructor during aviation school. how the instructor is shown as a tough character, turns out to be warm and well-intentioned.

6. teamwork! especially when the heroine is in the college club and aviation school. i really like the friendship between the heroine and her friends.

"even now, i have Rinko-san, Kahiwagi-san, Yoshida-kun, Nakazawa-san and Mizushima-san too. it's because we are all in this together, that i can be so strong. that's what i believe. even when i think i can't do it, my friends would tutor me, talk me through difficult times, and that cheers me up. give me motivation to work a little harder" —Iwakura Mai

7. hero (ml). yes, he has flaws and seems gloomy, but he is one of the best heroes. the thing I like the most because he is always gentle to the heroine.

8. the relationship between heroine and hero. i like how their relationship is two-way, discussing with each other every time they make a decision, compromising with each other's work, working together to take care of their daughter, and trying to always make time for each other while still giving space for themselves.

9. glad in the last few episodes the heroine begins to explore her initial dream, which is in the world of aviation. I like how she begins to explore again not as a cure for regret, but as an addition to the various chosen dreams that she has done and perfects them all.

10. i like how this story ends! for me Mai Agare is an asadora that ended very beautifully. I am really satisfied with the ending. the thing I’m most happy about is that all of the heroine's friends came to witness how the heroine fulfills her dream. the final scene is so beautiful and heartwarming.

Overall, even though this asadora has some bad reviews, i would still recommend you to watch Mai Agare! i remind you, if you want to be satisfied watching this, you have to watch it until the very last episode! the last 3 episodes are like keys that must be used to unlock in order to perfect the heroine's journey!♡

—honorary mention: Meguro Ren as Kashiwagi Hiroaki

#dorama #asadora #jdrama #mai agare #fukuhara haruka #akaso eiji #meguro ren

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total-drama-takes-takes-2 · 2 years ago

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episode 0 - a prologue

It’s a beautiful, sunny summer morning in Muskoka, Ontario. TV host Chris McLean is looking spiff and spim, dressed in his usual “too cool to care” casual look, tiny bag full of baby teeth around his neck, smile bright and blinding as he steps out in front of the camera crew for the first time that season.

“Yo, we're coming at you live from Camp Wawanakwa somewhere in Muskoka, Ontario. I'm your host, Chris McLean, dropping season eight of the hottest reality show on television right now!

Here's the dealio: Twenty-two teens have signed up to spend eight weeks right here at this crappy summer camp, where they'll compete in challenges against each other then have to face the judgment of their fellow campers. After every challenge, one team will either survive another day or watch one of their team members walk down the Dock of Shame, take a ride on the loser boat, and leave Total Takes Island for good.

Their fate will be decided at the dramatic campfire ceremonies where each week, all but one camper will receive one marshmallow. In the end, only one will be left standing- and will be rewarded with cheesy tabloid fame and a small fortune, which, let's face it, they'll probably blow in a week. To survive, they'll have to battle black flies, grizzly bears, disgusting camp food...

...and each other. Every moment will be caught on one of the hundreds of cameras situated all over the camp. Who will crumble under the pressure? Find out right here, right now, on Total... Takes... Island!"

Chris takes a deep breath as the director calls “CUT” and everyone moves their equipment to the docks in a flurry of production assistants and cords. Chris stands by, sipping on his low-fat white chocolate mocha and tapping his foot until he’s called up to his place.

Just as rehearsed, he smiles, waits for the director’s signal, and then spots a gleaming white boat off in the distance just as the cameras begin rolling.

“How about we meet our campers, huh?”

The boat arrives in mere seconds and the ramp rolls down for the first time of many, giving way to a short, brunet man who’s likely a little too excited for his own good.

“Peter, my man, what’s up?”

Peter drops his bags, still onboard, and then bounds down the ramp to give Chris a spine-chilling hug.

“This is so sweet, I’m on Total Drama Island! Nyehehehe,” he says before looking directly into the camera, finally releasing Chris. “Shoutout to the gang back home in Quahog! Joe, Cl-”

Chris cuts in before he can divert the segment any further- they have a schedule to keep, after all. “Great! Here’s Sha-Mod!”

The next contestant off is a gentleman wearing a gray hoodie, and, strangely, a large printed out photo of former contestant Lightning over his face. Chris blinks- it’s certainly not the strangest thing he’s ever seen, but it’s definitely new. “Hey, man, what’s with the face?”

Sha-Mod shakes his head. “As if I'd let a bunch of randos see my real face,” and with that, he picks up his bags and walks away. Chris stares in bewilderment for a moment before the next contestants arrive.

“Alrighty, then. Next up we have a classic three-parter: Joner, McLovin, and Michael!”

The boat speeds away as the next three approach. McLovin- a too-tall too-skinny nerdlet with glasses that hang at the tip of his nose- is holding one of Joner’s- a too-short too-fat teenage boy lite- hands, while Michael- an average-sized green haired girl in a parka- holds his other.

Chris stifles a laugh. “What’s with the, uh…” he gestures to the hands.

Michael starts: “He-”

McLovin makes sure to butt in, very matter-of-factly. “He’s scared of boats,”

A brief flash of annoyance crosses Michael’s face. “Yeah, that,”

“My buddies are just looking out for me, and besides, nothing wrong with best friends holding hands!” Joner pipes in happily, beaming. Chris chuckles.

“Great. I see not a single way this friendship could possibly go awry!” he says. “Next up, Fren!”

The boat comes by with a mysterious figure on board. Everyone stares in awe as Fren, a steampunk-esque quirked up white boy with pink hair stands aboard. The boat stops and he steps off and gives a formal bow. “Nice to make your acquaintances,”

Chris chuckles yet again. “Formal. Nice,”

Fren offers a hand to Chris for him to shake, which he accepts with a grin. He sighs happily as Fren walks away- what a great season this is going to be.

“Next- Julia!”

Julia beams at the slowly-growing group as the boat disappears once again. She adjusts her glasses and tightens her ponytail before smiling professionally at the group.

“I also go by Jules, if you'd prefer,”

No one verbally responds, though Joner waves.

Chris smiles. “Good for you. Austin!”

Julia's calm, confident entrance is immediately crushed by a wave of groovy tunes and good vibes. A tall, bespectacled swinger is standing at the very edge of the boat, arms out Titanic-style. He grins, showing off his extremely British teeth, and shouts loud enough for the rats on land to hear.

“Right groovy baby yeah!!”

Before the boat can dock, Austin dives off it and plops into the water below. After a few seconds, he resurfaces and scales the docks, approaching the crowd whilst dripping wet. He flashes a smile at the ladies and swipes seaweed off his shoulder.

“Lovely birds out today, yeah?”

Julia and Michael both give him a strange look and then glance at each other with the same mystified expression

“Psychedelic, man,” Chris says. “Courtney, everyone!”

Courtney is the picture of grace as they step off the boat, the sun reflecting off their many piercings and highlighting their pink hair. They're clearly trying to make a good impression as they grin and waves.

“Happy to be here! It's nice to meet everyone,”

Everyone gives a half-enthused wave except for Austin, who smiles widely and waves excitedly.

“And give a warm welcome to Patrick!”

Contrasting Courtney’s warmth, Patrick walks rigidly down the docks, listening to something over his headphones with a deadened expression.

Courtney puts on a smile and attempts to approach, much to everyone else’s dismay. “Hi, it’s nice to-”

In a single shove, Patrick moves Courtney out of his way and continues on his stiff path to the edge of the docks, where he proceeds to brood in silence.

“Jeez, what’s his deal?” Joner scoffs.

McLovin nudges his friend with his elbow. “Dare you to hug him,”

“No way! Make Michael do it!”

“As if!”

Michael groans and turns to her other side as McLovin and Joner bicker.

Julia winces on her behalf. “Do you know those guys?”

She sighs and gives an apologetic smile. “Friends from back home,”

“Ah, I see…”

The boat returns, though this time, there’s a definite spooky, dark, looming energy emanating from it. Chris grins wickedly.

“Scary and Frollo, glad to see you,”

First off is Scary, who cartwheels down the ramp and lands perfectly next to Patrick. He ignores her. Frollo steps off the boat next, clutching a Bible, and joins the crowd. though, when he notices he's standing too close to the women he takes a step away.

“Kitty!”

Kitty has the exact opposite energy as they bound off the boat on all fours and then somersault into the water, disappearing into the ocean.

“Mal!”

Mal steps off with her head held high, clutching her phone closely. She's not a spectacle, but she emanates a certain intimidating energy, Courtney's eyes widen and they suddenly seem very nervous.

“Hello, Chris,” Mal smiles. “Great day, huh?”

“Nice to see you,” Chris grins back. “But, we do have a no-phones policy, so... Chef!”

Chef walks onto the dock and skewers Mal's phone with a spear, then dumps its sparking body in the water. She reacts with a small smile, though her left eye twitches.

“No biggie! Just happy to be here,” she walks off and stands besides Courtney, giving them a small, slightly sinister smile that quickly disappears when Julia looks over. Courtney shudders.

“Bonnie, welcome aboard!”

Bonnie steps off the ramp, looking thoroughly unimpressed. They set down their bags and walk over to Chris. “I was told we'd have wifi?”

Chris chuckles. “Oh, yeah. We lied about that,”

Bonnie grumbles and then steps away, standing beside Mal and Courtney.

“You know what I do when I'm having internet withdrawals? I take deep breaths and count to ten,” Mal says, still smiling. Her voice is soft and calm, though there’s something unsettling about it. Bonnie frowns.

“Sure. Thanks,”

“Scruffy, our local Total Drama historian!”

Scruffy jumps straight off the boat, clutching a disposable camera and a notepad. “Glad to be here, man! my master thesis is gonna be concrete after this season, I'll tell ya,”

“If you survive it!”

“What?”

“Huh? Oh, here's Ass!”

Ass steps off-board, looking not quite happy but not quite upset, either.

“Welcome to-”

Ass holds a finger up to chris, silencing him with their sheer power alone, and then stands near Patrick and Scary at the end of the dock

Chris shudders. “Yeesh. Max!”

Max follows, looking over the crowd of people already collecting on the docks. He’s dressed like he wants to get booted first, in a prep school uniform- tie and all.

He sighs. “Not impressed,”

“That makes two of us, buddy. Alex!”

A fairly good-looking brunett with sharply cut bangs steps off the boat and frowns deeply, their eyes darkening. “Um, actually, I sent your legal department an invoice, I use Staci, thank you very much,”

“Oh, we got it, it's just that we already had a Staci-”

“Yeah, that's the point,” they roll their eyes.

Staci walks over to the crowd and stands between Austin and Julia.

They give the both of them an angry glance and then look back dead-ahead. “It’s Staci,”

Austin and Julia look at each other nervously and then nod.

“O and Kelly!”

Kelly and O step off, also holding hands. Kelly, though the same age as everyone else, has a certain milf-y energy about them. O looks ill but is smiling anyway. The two are talking amongst themselves as they step down the ramp.

“And just remember, next time you're feeling seasick, just let me know,”

“Thank you, Kelly,”

Chris chuckles. “How sweet. And finally-”

Chris is suddenly interrupted by the sound of a helicopter landing. Everyone covers their ears and ducks down to avoid the winds, except for Austin, who is blown straight back into the water by the air current.

The helicopter stops and someone steps off- an impeccably dressed television icon in purple, who just about everyone recognizes.

He grins. “I hope I'm not late,”

Chris’ eyes narrow and he sighs before responding in a low grumble. “Just in time, Caesar,”

“And I'm sure you got my memo?”

“Affirmative,”

“Lovely. Then I'm glad to be here,”

He turns straight to the camera. “This is Caesar Flickerman, reporting live from Wawanakwa! May the odds be ever in my favor, amirite?!”

No one responds. Chris seethes a little before collecting himself. “Right! anyway, group photo, anyone? for memory's sake?”

Everyone grumbles in dismay, but shuffles to the end of the dock as Chris takes the picture from the shore.

“Ready? one- two- three- say "Wawanakwa!"”

Before the contestants can respond, the helicopter suddenly takes off, blowing everyone into the water. Chris laughs.

---

Chris has everyone gathered around the campfire now, either standing, sitting on the slightly-burnt grass, or seated on one of the few logs placed around the pit.

“This is camp Wawanakwa, your home for the next two months. The idle teens beside you will be your teammates, your competitors, and maybe even your friends, but more importantly, the camper who remains throughout the competition will win one million dollars!”

A happy murmur rumbles through the crowd.

“You'll be living alongside each other in the team cabins- one side for girls and such, one side for boys and such. Here's the deal: if I call your name, I want you to stand over here, behind me,”

“Austin,”

“Frollo,”

“Jooooner,”

“Julia,”

“Kellllly!”

“Max,”

“Michael,”

“O,”

“Scary,”

“Scruffy,”

“And Staci! You are the Inane Anons!”

Joner frowns as he looks at McLovin on the other side of the fire pit. “Ah, crap. sorry, man,”

“No, it's ok. I'll take my loss like a man,” McLovin steps away from Joner and Michael and tears up. Courtney pats his back reassuringly, and gives a concerned look to the rest of the team.

“The rest of you are the Flying Fujoshis!”

Fren grins. “Cool,”

“You and your team will be on camera in all public areas during your time here- you'll also be able to hold confessionals in the outhouse to get whatever's on your mind out to the world!”

xxx

Bonnie crosses their arms and frowns. “Yeah, this is terrible. But I might as well make the best of it while I can. There's bound to be some terrible, mind-numbingly awful drama here, so... at least I won't be bored,”

---

Peter is grinning, so close to the camera you can barely see his face. “This is sweet!!”

---

Patrick simply sits and stares into the camera.

---

Chris grins. “Any questions?” Everyone raises their hand. “No? great! your cabins are right up ahead.”

---

Patrick frowns as he enters, slinging a long duffel bag over his shoulder as he studies the cabin. “This is terrible,”

“I don't know, it's kind of giving... cute, campy, even!” Caesar chuckles, dusting the dirt off the bunk-bed blankets. The two turn to Sha-Mod as he begins walking back outside.

“I think I just saw a rat giving birth under one of the beds,”

Peter awwwws as Patrick and Caesar look at each other nervously.

---

Scary walks in and immediately crawls under one of the beds on all fours.

Julia raises an eyebrow but says nothing, and walks over to the other bed, setting down her things. Michael is on the bunk above

“You might want to take a top bunk, man. I'm pretty sure I saw a possum laying eggs under this one,”

Julia’s face flushes white and she picks her bags right back up. “Noted!” she says as she moves to the bunk across the room.

Kelly enters and grins, lugging several heavy designer suitcases behind her and panting. “Say.. could I... ask you girls for a little... Help over here?”

Julia scoffs, earning a frown from Kelly, but Michael shrugs and slides off the top bunk, going around to the other end of the large suitcase and hefting it up with a wheeze.

“Jesus, this is heavy, what's in here? Bricks?”

Kelly chuckles. “Portable tanning bed. Never leave home without it!”

Michael blinks. “Right,”

“Where exactly do you think you're gonna fit all that junk?” Julia asks, crossing her arms. Kelly thinks for a moment, surveying the cramped cabin with a frown before turning back to the girls with an apologetic smile.

“Anyone not using their bed?”

Chris’ voice suddenly blares over the loudspeakers.

“Attention, campers! Put on your swimsuits and meet me at the top of the big old cliff across the island in ten minutes for your first challenge!”

#total takes island #tti #praying this is readable

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perfectlovevn · 2 years ago

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Death Anon here again! Just wanted to pop in and say Desmond is cute! And Mona is such an adorable nickname! I love that! It’s also weird that I’m taller than him by a couple inches lol. Anyway, another question for Milo, how does violence Milo view who he was previously? Do either Violence or Manipulative Milo have any true friends? And honestly, I really love how there’s an element of tragedy to it all. Milo could have been so many things but he met Eris. Also, I just really like that he sews

You can hear the muffled screaming of Desmond in the background.

Fun fact in my original series, Desmond was actually going to be a buff looking guy that really liked Shoujo manga, but I scrapped it and turned him into the angry short king he is today to give him better chemistry with the other characters. Plus height differences fun.

Unlike Manipulation Milo who basically dislikes his past self a lot, Violence Milo thinks about it differently. While he is happier that he can now stand up for himself and that he's a lot less meek, he continues to retain a lot of the more softer traits of Pre Milo such as worrying about, being happy for their affections amongst other things. He's a lot less delusional than Manipulation Milo, so while he understands that his personality has changed a bit he doesn't completely try to throw away what he was before.

Violence Milo... doesn't have a ton of friends mostly because he spends most of his days being with Eris. Even if he did have any friends, he mostly acts like a guard dog around them so it wouldn't be a very close relationship. Manipulation Milo is far more extroverted, but I imagine that he doesn't actually view any of them as his friends. Even if he did, none of them would ever be above Eris, and he would still partially use them for his own purposes. What lonely losers, lmao.

Yeah! I'm glad you think so too. All of the endings in the game can be viewed as either Bad or Good endings but Eris gets what they want. How (un)fortunate.

He do the good sew.

#perfectlovevn #male yandere #yandere boy #yandere #milo asks #about manipulation milo #about milopre #about violence milo #about Desmond #yandere vn

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forgottenwaters · 2 years ago

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those berries you mentioned are appreciated, but let me at least introduce myself. please call me kon, one of lord ninetails’ many eyes and ears. and don’t worry, i’m sure you’ve already caught their attention.

they may not be able to show themself right away, but i’ll be notified when they’re ready. in the meantime, let me try to answer your questions.

[kon leaps down from their branch, landing next to inari. remaining on all fours, they circle around a spot on the ground before sitting down once more.]

let’s see... first off, i would say lord ninetails also answers the desires of mortal and spiritual beings, though a bit differently. they’re known as the god of fortune, both good and bad. essentially, they have the power to manipulate one’s karma. offering prayers to lord ninetails can improve your luck, for example, but at a price. ‘luck’ has to come from somewhere, so while you may have a moment of good luck now, you will most likely have a moment of bad luck in the future. aside from that, i think lord ninetails would also like to know more about you if you want to find similarities between the two of you.

now, about our village - it’s quite small, i would say there’s around 40 kitsune living there. the community is close-knit enough that everyone knows everyone, but of course there’s both pros and cons about that. we have a few tenko and kuko, if you consider those ‘elders’ - funnily enough, two of our tenko have never evolved despite being around much longer than most. most of the villagers serve lord ninetails, but while those who don’t are more than welcome to stay, they tend to end up leaving to forge their own paths. being surrounded by kitsune who still serve lord ninetails can be pressuring, i suppose.

we do trade and export outside of the village - kitsune aren’t the only ones who worship lord ninetails, after all. though, we try to keep the location of exchange outside of the village unless it’s with someone we trust. there’s demand for things like charms, artwork depicting lord ninetails, and other auspicious items, and our trees are coveted by some because they have the blessing of lord ninetails. we don’t have much in the way of produce that you can’t find anywhere else, but we do have some recipes that have only been mastered by our very own villagers. if you’re given permission to enter the village, maybe you’ll have the chance to try something made by lord ninetails’ personal chef?

anyways, many of the spirits living outside of the village are nogitsune, who are either uninterested in serving lord ninetails or refuse to, but they are more than happy living off of the poor victims who lose themselves to the forest. you’ll also find that the other spirits living out in the forest are fox-shaped, like the onibi and jubokko. neither are technically kitsune, but it’s probably an effect of the forest’s enchantment. ah, and about the kappa you mentioned at the statue - we have no reason to protect nor endanger him, but we’ll ensure he is unharmed at your request.

[kon pauses at the end of their explanation, as if talking about themself amuses them.]

i... hm. yes, i would say i’m happy here. i enjoy a little mischief here and there despite my more serious colleagues. it’s in our nature, no? but enough about me. may i ask you a few questions as well? like... where do the kitsune in your realm live, if you don’t have a village like ours? do you know very many other gods? i’m sure someone like you must have friends, but what about enemies? anyone who might, say, know how to find you if we let you into our village?

@askoinari

#askoinari #pokemon ask blog #pokeask blog #zoroark #ninetales #konzoroark #rpreplies #long post #hmm kon such a predictable fox name #so trustworthy

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yeehawbvby · 2 years ago

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Falling Away With You | Ch. 34

Sebastian x F!Reader and M. Rasmodius x F!Reader

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Chapter Summary: You and Sebastian go on a date! You two mingle with some new and old friends, play some games, and adopt a son.

Author’s Note: Thanks to TheLastSaskPirate on ao3 for giving me the idea to add the fortune teller from TV into the story :D I’d love to hear your thoughts on her/the chapter overall!

Hope you enjoy, and take care x

Table of Contents + Work Summary

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Never having been to the desert, I’m amazed as we drive on Seb’s bike through Calico. There’s sand and dunes for miles upon miles, practically glistening under the moonlight. A pretty reminder that all sand is, is ground up minerals.

The air is cool and stilled without the sun beating down. Not even many bugs around to liven up the atmosphere. The only semblance of life are the occasional merchants that line the road. Oasis – a large and very pink shop appropriately placed next to what looks like the most botanic and serene body of water you could ever come across in a fucking desert – wasn’t far from the tunnel connecting the countryside to here.

There are a few cute traders set up as well. All of them are in carriages of sorts, with some type of animal loyally ready to pull when need be: Plenty of camels, a few horses, and some boars scattered into the mix. Takes every ounce of restraint in my body to not ask Seb to stop so I can go pet them all. I hope there are animals at the main event.

The Calico Night Market takes place on a plot of land that seems like it would be barren normally, much like the rest of the desert. There’s a roped-off area for people to park their vehicles on one side of the highway, while on the other is the bustle of tourists and passersby alike funneling in and out of the event.

At the entrance is a large black pergola, with vivid purple wisteria hanging between the bulbous lights strung across it. On either side are huge screens — the type you’d use to divide a room, when walls aren’t available — to hide everything from the outside. Once you pass through, the market has the energy and layout of a Gotoroan festival – or, at least like the ones you see in anime. Despite that, it still maintains the mysterious aesthetic I recall a Pelican Town Night Market having when I went as a child.

On-edge due to the amount of people here, I cling to Seb’s side. He slides a comforting arm through my own as we slowly walk past the tents and stalls, taking in everything this market has to offer.

“You doing alright?” he leans down slightly to whisper in my ear.

I nod, smiling up at him. “Too many people, but it’s cool to see all this.” I look around a bit again, continuing, “I’m sure I’ll feel better once we actually, like, do something.”

“I gotcha,” he agrees. “Why don’t we go play some games? I think I see some tents set up for it down that way.” Seb nods in the direction he’s describing, but I can’t see it for myself over the crowd.

“Fuck yeah.” As we’re making our way to the new destination, I feel an ethereal tug. It’s a similar feeling to when I would first approach Magnus’ tower. “W-wait a sec.”

We slow to a halt, so as to not knock anyone into us. “What’s up?”

Not knowing how to explain myself, I peer around, trying to figure out where the aura is coming from first. I wonder if this is what Magnus means, when he says he can sense arcane energies… following the buzz that’s rattling my brain, my eyes land on a fortune teller’s tent.

Huh.

“Can we check that out?” I ask Seb, pointing towards the psychic.

He shrugs. “Yeah, I don’t see why not.” He tilts his head. “I didn’t know you were into that kinda thing.”

I shake my head. With the hand that’s fidgeting with his sleeve against his bicep, I tighten my grip on the cloth. “Sorry to get all magicky right now, but I think whoever’s in there is trying to lure me over.” My brows furrow as I look up at Seb briefly. “I could be wrong, but I dunno. If it’s something important, I don’t wanna bail on them.”

Nodding, Seb responds, “No worries, do what you gotta do.” He grins at me. “It’s kinda sick that you’re getting so much more… in-tune with this stuff, if that’s the right phrasing.”

“Right?” I laugh. “It’s still surreal as fuck, but it makes me feel badass.”

As we near the stall, the fortune teller locks eyes with me. Agh. Making me feel weird.

“Do you feel okay being involved, or do you wanna, like… I dunno. Wait somewhere, maybe…?” After a deep breath and some thought, Seb winces, “I’ll just check out the stuff nearby, if that’s okay with you.”

I kinda wanted him to stay with me – I really have the heebie-jeebies, right now – but I’d rather not put him through anything he’s not keen on. “Okay,” I nod, offering a reassuring grin. “I’ll come find ya when I’m done.”

I leave a kiss on Seb’s knuckles, as he plants one against the crown of my head. Then, we depart.

I slow my stride as I approach the tent. Before I can speak, the psychic – I feel like I recognize her from somewhere – verbally observes, “I see you’re more harmonious with the elements than you appear, young mage.”

Oh god. Straight to the point, huh?

“Uh–”

“Forgive me.” She smiles softly. Due to her blue, hooded cloak, all that’s visible of the woman’s face is her mouth. “It is rare for me to meet my kin so spontaneously. I find it quite difficult not to be enthusiastic at such an opportunity!”

“O-okay,” I stutter, sill recovering from having been fucking flashbanged by her. “Did you bring me here for a reason?” I hope that didn’t come out as rude as it felt like it might have.

Seemingly unbothered, she holds out her hands for me to take, nodding. I look back and forth between what’s visible of her face and her hands before cautiously placing my palms on hers.

“My name is Welwick, if you are not familiar already,” she explains, her voice slightly raspy, yet soothing and sweet. “I am an old friend of your mentor, Master Rasmodius.”

Oh?

“Given my connection to him, I sometimes foresee tidings of his endeavors. You, young mage, hold more significance in his life than you may expect.”

I blink, not knowing how to respond. “I-I mean,” my voice hushes a bit, “if you’re referring to, like, that whole soulmate situation, I know about that already.”

She gasps. “By the spirits!” What even are the spirits? Like, gods to elementals? “No, I was unaware of that prior to our meeting.”

As a kid holding a lit-up balloon walks by behind me, I can make out some deep wrinkles around Welwick’s endearing, yellow-toothed smile. She must be fuckin’ ancient, if she’s (most likely) an elemental and has such visible signs of age.

“Congratulations on being connected to your partner in time. Please pass on my regards to Master Rasmodius as well, if you will!”

Oh god, why does it sound like I just announced a proposal or some shit? I feel my cheeks flush with embarrassment.

“O-oh, thank you, sure.” I shrivel into myself. “So, what do you mean, then? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“All I can reveal is that you must make the most of your training with the young master.” So vague…

Also, she’s definitely a super old elemental. It would be too weird to refer to someone who’s hundreds – maybe thousands – of years of age as young, otherwise.

I offer a curt nod, smiling despite the confusion. All this just to tell me to keep up the good work, basically? Whatever. “I’ll do my best.”

It seems as though Welwick is getting ready to part ways with me, but a thought comes into my head. “Uh, can I ask you something, Lady Welwick?” She seems to like formalities, but it still felt weird to tack the “lady” title onto her name.

“I cannot guarantee an answer, but of course! Anything, young one.”

“I’m, uh… I’m an oracle, too,” I mutter, my eyes lowering to our hands, “But it’s new to me, and my visions seem to only come in dreams, so I never know what’s going to be real and what’s…” I shrug, “You know, just a dream.” I look at what’s visible of the psychic’s face again before asking, “Do you have any advice on controlling that sorta thing?”

She shakes her head, and I feel my shoulders fall. “Unfortunately, the arcane is brimming with disorder. There are magically imbued artifacts that may assist one in better honing their skills, but all other aspects are merely revealed with time.”

I tilt my head as I inquire, “Where can I get something like that?”

A deep breath releases from the woman, before she stands from her stool. Her frame barely surpasses mine with her mild hunch, standing at maybe 5’3” or so.

“Just a moment, please.”

Welwick turns her back to me as she shuffles around in a chest further inside her set-up. She pulls out a small wooden box, and brings it back over with her. After casting a spell of some sort on the box— maybe to unlock it?— she opens it, presenting its treasures.

There are two necklaces, one silver and one gold. The silver one has some sort of small, bioluminescent blue gem hanging from the chain’s center. The gold accessory has a ruby in the same place, glowing as if filled with pure lava. Several rings lay in the box too, all of which resemble the ones that Magnus often wears; thick and intricate bands, each with a large mineral encased in the middle. Finally, a set of earrings made of what looks like opal and silver lay in the box as well.

“I don’t often share such relics, but any friend of Master Rasmodius is a friend of mine,” she smiles. “Feel free to claim any one of them that you please.”

“Oh!” I shake my head, waving my sleeve-mittened hands a little. “I couldn’t do that–”

“Please, I insist, young mage.” She holds up the bioluminescent necklace before adding on, “You seemed the most drawn to this one, yes?”

She’s right, ugh. That thing’s fucking gorgeous.

Plus, it reminds me of those cute berries Magnus grew over the summer.

“Uh… yeah, but are you sure?”

“I’d be a fool to offer such things if I wasn’t! Here,” Welwick holds out the necklace to me. “Go ahead, try it on!”

I do as she says, clasping it around my neck. Almost instantly, I feel a pulse – similar to those I experience when spellcasting – course through my veins. Whoa.

“Let me pay you for it, at least,” I offer, twirling the intricately woven pearl-or-whatever between my fingertips as I admire the way it glows against my skin.

“My only wish is that we meet again.” I look back up towards her, and she continues, “I’ll be in your orbit once once more for the Stardew Valley Fair next week. Please, stop by!”

I nod, my smile widening. “Sure, of course.”

After closing the wooden box and placing it somewhere beneath her table, she begins her goodbye. “I’ll see you then, young mage.”

Coming to my senses, I finally offer her my name. Why didn’t I do that earlier?

After introducing myself, awkwardly apologizing, and thanking her again, I bid the old elemental my farewell. “See you soon, Lady Welwick!”

As I turn to begin looking for Seb, I peer down at the necklace again. I tuck it into my shirt to make sure it won’t get ripped off or something. Given how easily I’ve lost jewelry in the past, I don’t think I’ll ever remove this one on purpose… would hate for my carelessness to be the reason Welwick lost something so special.

I finally spot Seb after a few minutes of weaving through the crowd. He’s talking to two girls.

One’s roughly my height and ghostly pale, with pastel pink hair that falls in loose curls just above her shoulders. The other is an inch or two shorter, with a brown – almost black – pixie cut, and warm hazelnut skin. They’re holding hands, and their opposite fists are occupied by some street corn they must’ve just bought.

As I approach, Seb locks eyes with me and smiles. Can’t tell what he’s saying, but he nods in my direction, prompting the girls to turn around. The pink-haired one smiles at me softly, looking nervous with her natural brown eyebrows upturned. The brown-haired girl practically beams, presenting as much more extroverted.

Fidgeting with the strap of my fanny pack, which I have draped comfortingly across my body rather than around my hips, I smile at them before returning my gaze to Seb’s.

“Welcome back, baby,” he greets me, holding out a hand for me to take.

I promptly weave my small fingers through his larger ones, smiling up at him. Feeling shy, I can’t say much. Seeming to understand, Seb provides introductions for us.

“This is Scarlett and Sophia.” Oh! I’ve heard of Sophia! “Scarlett and Sophia, my lovely partner (y/n).” My heart flutters at how proudly he’s presenting me.

“It’s nice to meet you two,” I manage to squeak out. God damnit, great first impression you’re making, lady.

“Likewise!” Scarlett smiles. Her voice has a little bit of a drawl that I didn’t expect to hear. She must be from Grampleton. “I heard you’re a farmer?”

Seb already told them about me? I blush thinking about it; both with flattery and embarrassment.

“Mhm,” I hum. “I’m still new, though.”

“I’m sure you’re doing great!” I like Scarlett. Something about how enthusiastic she is makes me feel comfy. “I’m a farmhand over in Grampleton,” she adds, “but I travel out to Pelican Town sometimes when extra help is needed.”

“Oh, that’s cool!”

I debate asking Sophia if she has plans to come back too, given she has a whole vineyard waiting for her should she want it; but unsure if she wants me to even have knowledge of the things I do, I opt out. “What do you do, if you don’t mind me asking?” I ask her in lieu.

“I-I’m a cosplayer, for now,” she responds shyly. Her soft voice is super pretty, but it’s incredibly hard to hear. “I model, a-and make appearances at cons, and things like that.”

I can practically feel the way my eyes gleam thinking about it. Being a pro cosplayer sounds hard, but it’s also so fucking cool oh my god?!

The four of us talk a bit longer, and I can happily say that it seems like Sophia warmed up to me by the end of our time meeting each other. When we split up, Seb and Sophia part with a long hug after exchanging their Discords. I guess he’s closer with her than he might’ve been with Scarlett in the past; we kinda just oddly stand on the side and watch with grins on our faces.

Mine doesn’t subside as Seb and I walk together, hand-in-hand, towards our original destination.

“Sorry about that,” he apologizes.

“What do you mean?” I look up at him, and he seems to visibly relax when he sees that I’m happy. “They were great!”

“I’m glad you think so,” Seb laughs, squeezing my palm. “I was worried you’d be annoyed at me for taking time away from our date to focus on other people, or whatever.”

“That’d be very shitty of me, considering I did the same.” I lean on his shoulder for a moment, but lift myself off when I realize how uncomfy it is to do that while walking. “I’m happy you got to see Sophia again. She seems awesome.”

“Me too…” Seb sounds like he’s getting a little choked up. I look up, and the man’s eyes are glossed over a bit.

“Whoa, what’s up?” I softly wonder aloud.

He smiles, his beautifully deep orbs focused on where we’re walking. Good call. I face forward myself, scooching a tad closer to him. “I’m just… really fuckin’ glad that she’s okay. I wasn’t sure if I’d ever get to talk to her again, ya know?”

I bring Sebastian’s hand up to my lips, pecking it. “After what Sam told me, I can imagine it probably feels good to know she’s doing well. I’m really happy for you.”

Ditching my hand, Seb drapes an arm around my shoulders and leaves a quick kiss on my head. “Not gonna be so happy when I kick your ass at that ring toss over there…” he mutters before fully straightening again.

I roll my eyes. “The way you can transition a conversation so easily is mind-boggling.”

“Gotta keep ya on your toes, babygirl.” Oh, that one’s new. Has me all flustered… “I’ve got a mind like a steel trap.”

“I don’t think that’s how you use that phrase—“

“I am a loose cannon.“

“Sebastian—“

I peer up just as he’s raising his opposite fingers to his lips. Placing his pointer against them, he hushes me. “Shhh.” He pets my head. Giggling, I swat his hand away from my scalp with both of mine.

When we finally approach the games, Seb and I try our hands at a few. Any that can be made into a competition becomes one. He won the ring toss, much to my chagrin, considering the shit he talked beforehand. The balloon darts worked out in his favor too. Ugh.

I wound up beating Seb at a fake fishing game though, and winning a real fish by proxy. We had the choice between a goldfish or a betta, and knowing Cannoli is too curious for a fish to be safe in my house, the decision came down to Seb, who took the latter option.

He chose one with beautiful, dangerous looking red scales and fins. Looks badass. He named it Gerard, after Gerard Way’s Danger Days-era hair… fuckin’ emo.

There was a conveniently placed stall selling pet supplies right next to the fish game, so we grabbed an absurdly overpriced bowl and some flakes to tide the little fella over until we can get him a bigger and filtered tank with proper food.

Not wanting to cause conflict in front of our new son (but more so being sick of the crowd), Seb and I gave up on trying to destroy each other in games. That brings us to now: we’re back at his motorcycle, sitting in the sand next to it and chatting over some coffee after having devoured a few taiyaki.

“I didn’t really get a chance to ask, how’d your conversation with the fortune teller lady go?”

“It was, uh… it was somethin’.” I still don’t really know what to take away from it. “I think she was just excited to sense another magic-user in the crowd, more than anything. I wound up getting a cool gift out of it though!” I pull the necklace from beneath my collar, holding up the little stone for Seb to see. “Check this puppy out.”

“Oh shit,” he mumbles. “S’pretty. What’s it do?”

I shrug. “It’s imbued with potent magic, apparently. Can help me get better with controlling my visions, or some shit.”

“Does it, like… hurt?” my boyfriend asks, tilting his head.

I laugh. “Felt a little weird at first, but it’s nothing painful.” I contemplate for a sec before offering, “Y-you wanna try it on?”

After a short inspection, Seb nods, grinning at me. “Yeah, why not.” I take it off my neck, then secure it around his. His skin feels staticy for a moment, and we both flinch at the sensation. “Whoa, what the fuck?” he stammers.

“You alright?”

“Yeah,” Seb reassures me, twirling the glowing gem around in his fingers similarly to how I did earlier on. “Just felt weird. I haven’t done anything like this in a long-ass time.”

“I wonder if that changes its effects at all.”

Seb shrugs, then takes the chain off and clasps it back onto me. Smirking mischievously, he says, “The thing’s probably confused, if anything… moving between so many necks in one day.”

“What a little slut, this thing is.” My voice drips with mock-disgust, as I sneer down at the jewelry.

He takes a sip of coffee, then points at me with the same hand that’s holding the cup. “Ay, watch it (y/l/n).”

“Why? You think it’ll attack me?”

“You never know!”

“It’s alright, I can just fight it back.” I put my fists up, throwing a few air-punches Seb’s way. “I’ve got hands.”

“Congratulations,” he mutters, before breaking into a giddy laugh. It’s contagious, and I lightly shove him by the shoulder. “Not in front of the child!” he warns, putting a protective hand near the pseudo-tupperware the fish is floating in. “We should probably get this guy home sooner than later.”

“Yeeeah.” I sigh, frowning as I inspect the poor thing. It’s swimming in its own shit… if you can even call it’s mostly-stationary fin-flapping swimming. “I feel so bad for these little guys. Wanna take ‘em all home.”

Seb leans his head onto my shoulder. I can’t contain my smile at the simple action as I lay my cheek against his hair and wrap an arm around his shoulder, playing with his soft, raven locks.

“At least Gerard’s got us to look forward to,” he mutters against me.

“Y’know, it’ll be a crime if we don’t decorate his tank to look like a desert, with spiders and shit.”

“I could probably get a little helmet or mask for him to hide in, too…”

“Holy shit,” I chuckle, “This fish is gonna be so rad. Our little Killjoy.”

“Hell yeah he is.” Seb picks up the container with Gerard and positions it in his lap, admiring the lil’ guy. “As long as he doesn’t croak before we get him home…”

I wince. “Fish from places like these do tend to die pretty quickly.”

“Yeah… At least we’ll be able to say we tried.”

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