#PLEASEEEE PRACTICE SELF AWARENESS!!

[muffingnf]

that tiktok of the girl ranting about how unfairly dream has been treated just came up on my fyp and it genuinely felt like the most beautiful symphony i have ever heard

[twistedpink]

Mc inserts x TWST characters pt.2 (OG post) (Pt.3)

(non-yuu pairings that fit into the plot of twst, if you like this then you might want to look at the first part!)

Savanclaw!Mc x Cater Diamond

Enemies to lovers with your favourite diva!! The two of you compete constantly through magicam and spelldrive, getting progressively pettier until the only solution is to kiss it out.. You’re trying to keep an ear out for your junior, and it just so happens Cater’s sniffing out your plan to go for gold in this year’s tournament. You might as well take the chance to mess with him! It’s so easy to love the face he makes when you give him the slip, and you’re totally making it your wallpaper when this is all over.

“Yo, Babe! If you’re in the same dorm, then you know Ruggie, yeah? We need to have a chat”

“Ohmigod you totally think all beastmen know each other, don’t you?? cancled :)”

Shroud!Mc x Vil Schoenheit

Ids attached himself to engineering and gaming pretty early, but your passion is fully unattainable. You’d clung onto pop idols and the art of stage makeup from an early age. Your longest running interest by far is Vil Schoenheit,, He rescued you from destructive habits and encouraged you to value self improvement. You’ve probably invested millions into his career (every thaumark sent anonymously, you’d die if he started to recognize your attached messages). Supporting Ortho in his SDC audition is your official reason to talk with him, and all the teasing from Idia will be so worth it when your Schoenheit debut palette gets signed! You’ve kept it in mint condition behind glass for years admiring it- and waiting for THE day.

“Mr. Schoenheit? My younger brother performed for you today, and uh, your signature please?”

“Normally I’d send both of you home for this. I’m sure you’re well aware of my paparazzi policy, However, I haven’t seen this particular relic in years! Just what have you done to preserve the quality?”

Pomefiore!Mc x Ruggie Bucchi

You’re #1 in the business of pissing off your parents- shopping copious amounts and then going to school across the country satiated you for awhile, but they’ve done something particularly revenge worthy now. The best scandal you can think of is getting a trashy boytoy to bring home for the break, but you’re not really into idiots.. Ruggie can be a very good actor given the right motivations, and he might even fool you into a real relationship before next semester.

“C’mon it’s not like I’ll need a script, sugar. I’m a natural, scout’s honor!”

“Either way, it won’t hurt to rehearse for convenience :/ Kiss me now so we don’t look stupid later.”

Scarabia!Mc x Floyd leech

God you hate that fish faced idiot >:( It’s bad enough that the housewarden’s moodswings guaranteed your holiday plans were all shot, but now Jamil’s getting hounded by the mafia! It’s your responsibility to get them off his back, but it’s not like you’re enjoying it. Somehow it’s even worse to watch Floyd when he’s playing dumb, and his emotional roller coaster keeps you walking on eggshells. The show must go on though, and if you’ve gotta play “wrestle until the biting stops” then you’ll do it :/

“Floyd, it’s dinner time, and I will tear you a new one if it means you’ll get moving.”

“PLEASEEEE tiger sharky just one more round :( I’ll even give your pen back!!”

Octavinelle!Mc x Kalim Al-Asim

You’re probably one of the most talkative of octavinelle students, and definitely a solid salesman. Kalim’s a prime target for resales and marketing practice, so naturally you join the pop music club. A year of “playing nice for the jackpot” leads you to lie awake at night, terrified that he’ll see through your facade and ditch you- it would cut off your best friendship, you’d be forced to leave the club! At some point you realize you’d stopped selling him things months ago, and your worst nightmare happened right under your nose. You fell in love.

“Hey, that solo was so inspiring! You’re really making progress!”

“It still isn’t on par with yours, though. Are you available to keep practicing after school? I’m sure Jamil would appreciate the break, and I would enjoy the company..”

Staff!Mc x Lilia Vanrouge

Of course your first job would come with some pet bat, it was too good to be true :( Full time at a bits and bobs shop near one of the best schools in the country WITH flexible hours? You must’ve been desperate to accept without reading about your babysitting in the footnote. He comes in everyday during your shift (regardless of the hours you take, it’s like he has a sixth sense), and has the audacity to exist in your space! It’s not like he even does anything to get banned!! He just stands there. Menacingly. You’re waiting for the day where he leaves convincing evidence that he’s there to traffic you or something- because if you didn’t know better you’d think he has a big, fat crush on you.

“Darling, how is the shop? I’ve taken care of those juvenile delinquents for you!”

“Taken care of? Whatever. Get back to class, kid.”

[inourselveswetrust]

Can you give us August POV after visiting mc, pleaseeee?

This was more challenging than I expected! Mostly because to write this well, I would need to write a ton of variations to account for the choices you may (or may not have) made.

However, here it is! In all its "I wrote this at 3AM glory" 💀

“Are you even listening to me, Merritt?” a voice huffs beside them, startling August from their wandering thoughts. 

No, they are not listening, and they haven’t been for the past half hour. Their mind has been far too focused on their former partner – whom they intruded on mere hours ago. Right now, their head is a muddled mess, and their attention could not be any further from the investigation they should be working on. 

“How could I not? You’re practically shouting,” August replies, unable to keep bitterness from tainting their tone. “I bet the entire neighbourhood is listening too.”

“You’re an asshole,” Officer Patel grumbles, directing a glare toward them. “No wonder your last partner broke their oath, they were desperate to be away from you.”

“Fuck you,” August seethes, biting back every instinct inside them daring them to pummel the officer. “Don’t say their fucking name, don’t even think about them.”

Patel’s frustration seems to wither, replaced by an expression August recognizes. Nervousness, regret, and fear. Lately, these glances and stares have become far too familiar. 

The entire department has been walking on eggshells around them. It’s as if they all know August is about the explode or – maybe – implode. As if August is something fragile, something meant to be handled with care and caution.

August wonders if they know how right they are. Perhaps their colleagues recognize the dangerous glint in their eyes and the pattern of uncalculated, foolish risks August has taken ever since you left.  

“I’m sorry,” Officer Patel murmurs with a wince, far too aware of the precarious situation he’s in. “I’m going to go patrol on foot, I’ll radio you.”

With an excuse made, Patel hastily exits the patrol vehicle and practically runs from August. Good August thinks to themselves, they’re grateful for the solidarity. For the space.

Time to think.

They never needed alone time when you were their partner. In fact, they loathed being away from you – even if just for moments. But lately, the loneliness has been getting to them and keeping them up at night as sleep evades them. A consequence of a guilty conscience. 

August stares down at their hands, their fingers twitching as they forcefully remind themselves of your encounter. The moment their world felt whole again.

Seeing your face brought peace August has known for months, regardless of the hostile expression you wore specifically for them. They told themselves they would only seek you out once – they wouldn’t harass you – but now, they’re not sure they can go on without seeing you again.

They knew then, and they know now how selfish it was. It almost pained them to be so self-serving, but they needed to see you. They needed to ambush you. They needed to know you were okay – or as okay as you possibly could be.

They knew it would hurt you. They knew you weren’t prepared to see them. They knew you weren’t ready to forgive, and, more painfully, they know you never forgive. They can never earn back your trust, your loyalty or you.

Their fist bashes into their temple repeatedly as they will the thoughts away. Demand the pain leave by creating more, how ironic they think grimly.

A shuddering breath escapes August, a strangled, wheezing, pathetic exhale. They gasp for air; their lungs feel as if they’re collapsing. Tears mare their ivory cheeks, a cascading waterfall of hurt. 

Even as their head throbs and their heart aches, they pray. 

They pray something – or someone – will come to take away your pain. 

[hobiebrownsluver]

ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʟʏ ᴍᴏᴅᴇʟ ₍ ᐢ.ˬ.ᐢ₎˚୨୧

inspired by: @urfriendlywriter 's 25 small but comforting gestures for your otp, prompt 18 !!

note: it's been a minute since i've actually done a oneshot so if my writing is a bit off that's why :,> also heavy spoilers for my story diaries of a burnt out highschooler, like this probably alr takes place when akemi finishes college or something 😭 so if u come from that fic in the future, be warned !! pls also be noted that none of these images are mine and belong to their respective owner <3

warnings: intentional lower case, not proofread that much :,> but other than that there's none, but pls tell me if there are some i should add :D

"'KEMI, PLEASE TURN IT OFF..." kyomi's muffled voice was heard by akemi who was at the left side of the bed, already rubbing her eyes while groaning, still tired.

"five more minutes..." akemi slurred as her head tossed and turn, which earned a groan on kyomi's part.

"but i don't think i can take that ringing noise for another five minutes, love... pleaseeee..." kyomi was practically begging at this rate which made akemi tiredly repeat "fine, fine..", flipping her phone up as she pressed the "dismiss" button lazily, continuing to sit up this time, however her eyes still weary.

"happy?" "mhm...." akemi sighed as she watched kyomi yawn and toss herself to her left where akemi was at, cuddling up against her waist.

"come back to bed.." kyomi whispered which made akemi giggle.

"i'm already in bed, dear."

"then lie down."

"you know i can't, i need to get breakfast ready." akemi giggled once again and ruffled kyomi's hair which made kyomi pout, eyes still closed.

"okay..." kyomi pouted, slowly letting go of akemi as she looked up at her with tired but disappointed eyes.

"we'll have breakfast in bed, alright dear? how does that sound?" akemi spoke softly, trying to find a middle ground between the two of them, with kyomi complying more willingly this time, causing akemi to chuckle in satisfaction in contentment.

"i'll be back." akemi reassured while putting on her slippers, giving kyomi a final, soft kiss on her temple.

once akemi left the room, she proceeded with her usual routine, opening the curtains, with the morning light leaping onto akemi's skin as she squeezes her eyes shut for a moment from the amount of sunlight.

soon, the familiar smell of akemi's cooking was noticed by kyomi who was still in bed, slowly but surely opening her eyes once again, turning to her right to see the door opened and akemi in the kitchen, begrudgingly looking for her slippers which were under the bed.

at the sound of their bedroom door opening slightly more, akemi looked behind her to find her girlfriend with absoloutely dissheveled hair, pillow still in tact while yawning.

"looks like someone got excited for breakfast. Not taking a fancy with breakfast in bed anymore, dear?" akemi chuckled, continuing to stare at kyomi.

"don't look at me like that.." kyomi complained, rubbing her eye, self-aware of how messy she looked right now, which earned an amused chuckle by akemi.

"ah.. you must have been so engrossed in that pillow the whole night weren't you, love?" akemi continued to chuckle softly as she felt kyomi hugging her from behind, burying her face in akemi's neck while she was cooking, feeling the pillow in between them.

"it's fine, love.. you still look adorable as always.." akemi reassured her, running her hand through kyomi's messy hair, untangling the knots while humming, making kyomi show her face more.

"really...?"

"you aren't one of japan's best models for nothing, dear." akemi softly said as she planted a soft kiss on kyomi's forehead, then eyelid which caused kyomi to giggle before humming while staring at akemi's lips, akemi knowing well what she was trying to hint at, kissing her affectionately, kyomi hugging her tighter, both of them laughing softly at each other once they broke it.

and akemi was most likely one of the luckiest women in japan. . . ♡

this is so short... 😭 (still proud tho 💪)

i'll probably be writing more oneshots abt my character soon when i have the motivation, i'll try to be more organized when it comes to oneshots cause i didn't even introduce these two yet dkebsksvk

tysm if you liked this oneshot !! i hope i can continue to make these stuff in the future for not only my enjoyment but also others !! <3, and u are free to critic my writing (kindly if u hopefully can) so i can improve !! andd that's all for today !! see u whenever i post my next oc related stuff 🫶

[abigailinc]

and here i thought my spiritual work was complete lmao (spiritual info dump in the tags)

[warnadudenexttime]

The Assistants - chapter 1

Beta: The lovely @madly-handsome

Author's note: This is based on my assistants au, the original post is here _ 

I highly suggest you read it to understand what the concept of assistants is about :D

Word count: 1278

Warnings: none that I can think of but, if you notice any please alert me!

Next

“So…” I heard Roman breaking the comfortable silence between us. “Your birthday is coming up-”

I groan loudly alerting all tables near us at… whatever this place’s name is, I never bothered checking the name of this coffee shop while walking in.

“Hear me out Virgil! I know you don’t want anything big for your 29th birthday.”

I interrupt to jog his memory despite him totally not needing it, I just need to tell him yet again my solid reasoning. Maybe then he’ll leave me alone about it. But that is just ol’ stubborn Roman. “As it just reminds-”

“Reminds you of the impending doom that is aging or dying or blah blah blah.” He mimics as throws his hands in the air though, swiftly putting them back down to tap on the table. “Like hold on and give me your attention for a solid… minute!”

“No.”  

“PLEASE!” He begs, trying to pull puppy dog eyes on me. You'd think after being friends with him since high school he would have learned that I don't fall for such a trick. Alas, Roman isn't the sharpest tool in the shed.

I groan even louder than last time “Fine… fine… just get on with it before I fall out of reality again or some shit like that.”

“Well!” he starts. “Patton and I have produced a very important presentation for you!”

I scoff audibly, “You and your little ai.. Robot thing?”

Roman gasps incredibly deafening, in a highly offended manner. Oh great, I’ll get another speech again ughh. At least this stalls the birthday ‘presentation’ or whatever.

“I’d have you know I take GREAT insult to that! You know he’s more than that!”

“Oh pleaseeee it’s not like it has emotions or whatever, someone must have had to program that thing.”

“Patton’s literal function is care about my emotions Mr. Black Parade!” Suddenly Roman’s phone’s camera lights up as the 2-D figure, known as Princey’s assistant pops up from his holographic projection.

“Roman, you called? Are you ok kiddo? I’m sorry for not coming out sooner I was looking over some self help books for-”

“I’m fine Patton thank you for caring, you can calm down.”

I give off an awkward cough waiting for my best friend’s attention back. I guess pappy Pat catches wind of this and quickly turns arounds to face me fully instead. P.a.t.t.o.n goes from bug eyes of worry at Roman to more cheerful soft ones.

“Hey Kiddo, didn’t see you there!” Joy oozing from every word he speaks. Yep Pat is definitely a care giving, emotional assistant alright.

“Y’know Roman you sure have gotten attached to it, after only having it for a couple of months.” I pick up a tiny sad sigh probably coming from Pat after I ignore him, I almost feel kinda guilty…. almost.

“Oh come on Virge you can’t blame me, look that cute little face. How can I not get attached?!” P.a.t.t.o.n beams up at Roman.

“Daww Kiddo you’re too sweet! But remember who else is adorable!”

Roman huffs, however answers Pat back. “I am-“

“Exactly! See you are improving!”

I cough yet again, “As much as I hate the presentation you brought up Princey I’d rather see that than being stuck here watching you two in silence for an hour.”

“Oh right!” P.a.t.t.o.n perks up, “Roman can you begin the introduction while I start setting up?”

“Of course!” He smiles as he starts speaking. “As you and I are aware, you aren’t the fondest of assistants.” I nod slowly in agreement, what’s he getting at?

“Are you proposing that I attempt to hang out with Pat again?” Key word there, attempt. “Because if you don’t remember last time-“

That was a totally disaster, Roman left Pat and I alone in his house for a while. We just had sat there being quiet with P.a.t.t.o.n trying to make conversation for a second before giving up as it wouldn’t stick.

“Yes I remember all of the event that happened.” He rolls his eyes, “Yet, we were leaning more towards the idea of getting you, for your birthday an-“

“ASSISTANT! YOUR VERY OWN ASSISTANT!” P.a.t.t.o.n shouts his holographic arms wave up in surprise but he quickly put them over his mouth. “Oops.. sorry Ro that was supposed to be your grand reveal wasn’t it?”

Roman releases a soft giggle, “No no it’s fine Pat you can do your part now.”

P.a.t.t.o.n’s eyes light up, “Will do!” Patton disappears for a solid minute hopefully coming back with his preparations I assume. He pops back up and pins a couple digital documents to the screen that has tons of bullet points on it. He pushes his visor up, “While I know you don’t particularly want one-”

“And that's the truth.” I sneer.  

“Nevertheless, an assistant is what you need!”

I raise an eyebrow in response. I highly doubt that, but, Roman seems so happy about this so I may as well give it a chance for him. I sigh, give a small smile and say “Ok, go on then.”

Immediately both of them grin greatly and Pat continues on his marryway.

“Well Ro has noticed your amount of anxiety has risen recently, your snarkiness has as well increased and while that is just your personality it’s even more than usual. Which, is a sign to me that your mood has been lowered as of late.” He takes a deep breath. “Now that I look at you, you seem to have eyebags from probably lack of sleep AND THAT ISN’T EXACTLY HEALTHY KIDDO. My job maybe to worry about Ro, but as you are important to him, by extension I must do the same for you.”

I’m left kinda speechless, how do I respond to that-

Sir-sing-alot awkwardly chuckles “Wow Patton… that was better than we practiced.”

“Thanks Roman, I just got a little too emotional there, but I can’t change my function currently.” P.a.t.t.o.n rubs the back of his head awkwardly. “Please Virgil, just try an assistant out? I promise you ten cookies it’ll be worth it!”  

“Fine-”, I grunt but agree anyway.

Both of them take a sharp inhale probably ready to scream in delight or something, I cut them off before they can do so however.

“Now! Before you two start throwing a party or whatever I do have one condition!”

They before nod, silently waiting for what i’m about to say.

“I only have to keep it for a month.” I utter.

Pat speaks up, “A year at minimum.”

“2 months.” I retort

Roman chimes in “6 months!’

“3!” I shout back, getting some odd stares in the process. “Take it or leave it!”

P.a.t.t.o.n whips around to give a look to Princey and gets the same look back.

They both at the same time say, “We’ll take it!”

A sad expression washes over Pat’s face, “Roman your phone is about dead, Should I shut off?”

“If you don’t mind that Patton.”

The light that once held P.a.t.t.o.n shuts off and he vanishes as quick as he came. Roman picks up his phone and puts in his pocket. “I’m really happy Virge, you’ve made the right decision!”

“Is it because you care?” I snort.

“That- and I may have already ordered an installment of an assistant that should be coming to your house tomorrow…”

Yeah, that sounds like something he’d do. “Of course you did.”

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