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pinkmasquerade · 2 years ago
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Me if getting horrendously attached to a random comedy/slice-of-life with an inactive fanbase was illegal:
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pinkxpantha · 1 month ago
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Mute in the Language of Love
- Lynette x FEM! reader
#: synopsis- Lynette is pining hard for her friend. A not-so breaking news, she's not that experienced in the field of love. But maybe you'll help guide her in this unexplored biome
#: cw- 1.4k words, you/her pronouns, winners love winning, canon complient, non-established relationship, mutual pining, fluff, reader is implied to work with reviewing books or something, reader implied to be older if you squint and look through a magnifying glass. cup'o'tea
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Lynette didn't think of herself as the type to fall in love and fall so hard. As though an arrow was shot into her eye, blinding her of her own environment as she fumbled and was tossed by the world around her.
That swirling in her chest was unfamiliar, the rhythmic pulse of her heart felt as though she could feel the texture of her own ribs whenever she was with you. 
You were a fascinating girl, and you filled her mind more often than she'd like to admit it.
She'd be foolish to think she could keep her feelings hidden for so long, but she didn't expect to be found out so quickly.
It might've only been three hours since Lynette herself realized what that bubbling of her chest meant each time she stared at you. And it only took three minutes for Lyney to become absolutely insufferable. 
Any time she was with you and he just so happened to be in proximity, She'd see his teasing looks directed at her, small smirks flashed her way when the corners of her lips twitched upwards at something you said.
"Lynette, when are you going to tell her?" He pestered her at least once every day. 
It wasn't that she didn't want to tell you anything; each day she suffered in longing wondering if she could hold you in her arms and live with your touch always being available to her, too familiar to forget.
Yet she worried about how her words may come across, if it was too direct, how would you react? Do you like grandiose gestures? (as much as she'd prefer not to make her feelings into a public spectacle it was still an option.) Or would even a heartfelt note suffice?
But Lyney, the ever clever and somehow helpfully-unhelpful man he was told her to 'Just ask her'
Safe to say Lyney got a face full of pillow that night. (Look what you've done, reduced her into this immature mess..)
 The next person to recognize her love filled gazes; one that would commonly be interpreted by those passing by as almost soulless despite how drunk her soul was off of her love for you, Was her younger brother, Freminet.
He had seen the two of you walking down a pathway close enough to one of his usual diving areas to see that soft smile on her face, Lynette's gentle gaze on you as though you were the most precious being in the world.
It took three days for Lynette to even muster up the courage to talk about romance with you; and she didn't even bring the topic up.
It didn't take long to find you, as if an internal compass pulled her into your direction everyday. She walked up to the table you were sitting at, a book rested in one of your hands and a cup of tea in the other.
"What is that you're reading [Name]?" She asked, stirring you out of the focused concentration you held when reading. (Was it so bad she found it cute when your brows furrowed after reading a sentence a bit too quickly?)
"A friend recommended me this book from Yae publishing house," you said, slipping a ribbon in between the page you were reading, showing her the title of the book in your hands. "It's a romance but I wouldn't say it's all too romantic." 
She looked at the cover, reading out loud. "'Engaged to my Lover's possessed body..?' It sounds out of place for that genre, it's a bit...?" 
"Scary? Definitely." You finished for her, the curve of your cheeks becoming more pronounced as you smiled with amusement at her confused reaction. "It would be horrifying to wake up and suddenly someone you know well-- isn't them?"
Lynette hummed in response, "When you put it like that, I wonder how the author came up with that plot." To which you rested your head on the knuckle of your fingers.
"It really depends on how it's written. Good chemistry is good chemistry," you said before looking at the chair in front of you. "If you have the time, you can always have some tea and chat with me Lynette." You offered.
Lynette's ear twitched at your offer. She sat down with a 'Thank you' quickly feeling all her surroundings melt away into a fading background noise with you.
You went over to one of the staff, placing her order for her. Something you had already known by heart, Lynette liked the sharp bitterness of her tea, and she also liked a sweet aftertaste. Tea and biscuits was a perfect combo.
Soon you returned back to her, the sun coating you in it's rays as though it was accepting you to be of the same caliber.
In some ways you were the sun to Lynette. "Are romance books something you read often?" She asked as you sat back down in front of her. 
You held your position in thought, "Outside of reviewing books I wouldn't really say so. I definitely do have an appreciation for the romantic but its always better when you can see it on someone's face." You looked off into the streets of fontaine
Your eyes followed that of those walking together. Different pairs of couples with their arms interlaced with one another, "That look in their eyes, treasuring someone so much that they could stand out in any crowd. That's more satisfying than any well-crafted line of text."
Lynette wanted to beg you to look at her, to see how her pupils dilated each time she looked at you as if she wanted to take in your whole essence and keep it imprinted onto your brain.
"It sounds like you speak from expirence."  Lynette commented, a selfish part of her wanted to be the only one that could show you love on such a grand scale. But her love for you was unique in its own way. She would be the one walking with you as you recited poems from across teyvat that you remembered in that moment.
That love was hers.
"I guess you could say so, I have fallen in love before." You said after taking a sip from your own tea making her remember her own neglected tea. You turned back your head to face her.
Lynette hesitated, her mouth slightly parting as she asked, "If it's not too personal, could I hear more?" You nodded, "Of course."
"I love for simple reasons," You said, your hands folded on your lap as you watched Lynette. "They would listen to me as though I was the only sound they could hear." Your gaze dusted her cheeks like a feather, as if she could feel each movement of your pupils.
"And I watched them as if they were the only moving thing in a still world. " You said.
"Do you still love them?" Lynette asked, her words tumbling out almost instantaneously. Maybe if you were a bit closet to her you might've heard the waver of her breath or seen how her tounge rubbed against one of her teeth. 
 "I don't think its possible to ever stop loving." You responded, Lynette's breath caught in her throat, the vertebrae of her spine keeping it trapped as she looked back at you. 
How Lynette wished she were an artist so she could draw that fondness of your face over and over again, and feel her stomach explode and contort with each rendition. 
Lynette's mouth twitched into a small, barely noticable smile "I guess that's what makes absence hurt so much." She said.
You nodded, "Love really is a beautiful thing." You responded. 
The two of you sat in each other's company for a few more minutes, drinking into each other's presence in a comforting silence as you sipped your tea.
It was only a few minutes afterwards when Lynette placed her cup down with a clink, the empty teacup placed back on its holder.
"Thank you for staying with me for a while." You said, not finding something of substance to make her stay and talk with you some more, but also not wanting her to leave.
She stood up and gave a slight bow to you, "Of course. I enjoy your company." Those soft monotone words padded your ears in a comfort she probably didn't even mean to give.
"I'll see you soon?" You said to her.
"Yes, soon." She responded 
You watched as she walked off into the distance, her figure fading with each step. You let out a soft sigh, glad you could talk about love with her, even just for a moment. In three seconds you already missed her so.
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I literally spedran this, it's 3:29 am and I have not proofread it, I will come back to fix mistakes tho 😁 trust ( ≧ꇴ≦)
its actually 1477 words but who's counting [proud]
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tojiscrack · 11 months ago
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𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐍
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pairing: megumi fushiguro x reader
summary: 18k words — you and megumi meet for the first time and experience kindergarten together.
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notes: this is the fic i’ve been working on for a little while. a childhood friends to lovers with megumi because he’s so underrated (and deserves better!!). updates will be slow, but only because the chapters will range from 10-12k and maybe even more. check the tags to see if this story will interest you — i’ll make sure to add the tropes, what to expect, and the general gist of it all <3 enjoy! here is also sneak peak (a small scene from some of the future chapters) to be certain that this is the story for you :)))
tw: slightly bad english in dialogue (done on purpose as the characters presented are kids), y/n (she deserves her own warning), and idk, offended gojo
i do not own any of the characters of jjk, i only own the character of y/n and her mother. the other characters belong to gege akutami.
next chapter :)
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2007-2008 kindergarten
you sat on the floor, the rough carpet scratching up against your shorts as you flattened out your skirt in preparation for your story-telling. the loud giggles around you had quietened notably. your classmates sat in a full circle, all facing you with contained anticipation and exhilaration. kimberly garnett sat with a fist in her mouth, grinning widely at you. malakai abara sat on his knees, bent forward with a smile on his face as he twisted the little dreads on his head with his small finger. the rest of the kids simply awaited, laughing as you reached for the toy torch and held it beneath your chin.
silently, you flipped the switch on... or rather struggled to flip the switch on. you heard several sighs from around you as you took the time to figure out what the issue was, until at last, the light had turned on (and blinded you in the process).
clearing your throat, you sat up straighter, eyes half-lidded as your story began:
"a long, long time ago, far away, once upon a time, there was a girl... and her name was bloody mary," you began, slowly. the other kids watched you with wide eyes. "she was killed by some bad guy. and then he trapped her inside a mirror."
"but how?" ayaan miah had asked, looking fearful.
you regarded him with little care.
"none of your beeswax, anyways! erm — so basically — erm — oh my god, ayaan! look what you done! now i can't remember!"
every kid in the circle whined and moaned out ayaan's name, frustrated at the boy's interruption. you shut your eyes, attempting to remember, and when you had opened them, you had been met with ayaan's flushed brown skin. you decided that you would save him then, seeing as you had remembered the story once more.
"wait guys, it's fine. i remember now."
everyone sighed in relief, their smiles returned.
"okay, so..." you sighed. "now when kids are being very bad, my mommy says that if you go in the mirror and say 'bloody mary' three times and then you spin around — then — then — then she's gonna come out and then she's gonna get her long nails and then she's — she's gonna try and kill you. and then there's gonna be so much blood."
your eyes passed each and every one of their faces, scanning their features; they looked traumatised.
from the corner of your eye, you caught slight movement. immediately, your head turned in that direction, met with the sight of amira khalil shakily raising her hand. it seemed that she had wanted permission to speak — you nodded your head at her, encouraging her to voice her thoughts.
"is there any way to save yourself?" she said timidly.
her wise question had led the rest of the kids to nod and look at you with big, curious eyes, seemingly pleased with her question and wondering what the answer would be.
you thought for a moment, scratching your head and accidentally moving the hair clip your mother had placed in your hair. you quickly adjusted it and then placed both your hands on the torch again, ready to answer.
"so, basically, you can pretend to die," you told them carefully. you did not like how the smiles on their faces had returned, looking satisfied with your response.
the kids had immediately begun speaking to each other, excitedly having discussions about how bloody mary was not ever going to be able to get them now that they had found a solution. you narrowed your eyes at them, a sneer on your face as you loudly interrupted the discussions.
"but!" you had said loudly. their attention was back on you, frowns forming and smiles disappearing. that's better, you had thought to yourself. "not to bubble your burst... but — but — like, she can get her finger and put it underneath your nose to see if you're breathing. and you can't hold your breath because she will hold it there for a long time," you added quickly as the smartest kid in your class (alexa clement) opened her mouth to put in her input. she had shut it as soon as the last word had been uttered.
kimberly garnett had long since taken her fist out of her mouth, not looking nearly as content as she had once been when she had first taken a seat across from you on the carpet.
"i think i'm scared..." she said, hesitantly.
you nodded, chin in the air. "yeah, you should be. but i'm not scared."
"huh?" gasped david yeboah, mouth parted in shock (similar to the rest of the kids in the circle). "how? what if she comes to kill you if you call her?"
you had your answer prepared since the moment you had stepped past the doors of the kindergarten building that morning.
"um — she — she's my friend, so — um — she won't kill me. and she said that if you guys don't give me your toys, then she will kill you," you explained, watching as they had all started scrambling to find their toys and place them by your feet.
another successful story-telling day.
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tired of playing with the same old toys, your boredom had reached its peak and you had decided that you would venture about and find something else to do. standing up, you stretched out your little legs and went waddling over to the toy box, searching for anything else to dig out and begin entertaining yourself with.
the toy box had been placed opposite to the teachers desk (which was also situated beside the interactive whiteboard). the rest of the room had five separate group tables leaving the centre of the room empty and bare (space for you and your classmates to sit on the floor when miss huckleberry would sing a nursery rhyme or read a boring story book).
the toys were not appealing to the eye, but you had just seen elena holland playing with a princess doll — you wanted it. it looked pretty, and squinting your eyes from a distance told you that the princess was actually rapunzel.
you wanted it even more now. rapunzel was the best disney princess in your opinion. you wanted that doll.
elena holland had always sat and listened to your scary stories, she had quietly listened to every single one of them since the first ever group circle had been initiated. therefore, by default, the doll had to be yours.
confidently, you marched up to elena, smiling as she noticed you approaching. you did not beat around the bush, nor did you attempt to sugar coat what you wanted.
"you have to give me that doll."
and the most shocking thing had happened to you after that.
elena had said:
"no."
startled, stupefied, and shocked, you looked back at her, scanning her pale face with disgust. you would give her the benefit of the doubt... perhaps with all the stories you had told, maybe she had forgotten the rules, the outcomes, or the consequences of not listening to your instructions.
that was quite all right. you were more than happy to remind her.
"okay, well, because you said no to me, bloody mary is my friend and she's gonna come and kill you... so yeah."
and you had found yourself absolutely flabbergasted when the girl had a well-prepared response to that. it had clearly been thought out.
"that's not true," said elena.
you frowned. "huh?"
"bloody mary's not real," she clarified for you, as if you had made up the story for your own enjoyment (which, you had, but that was not the point).
you resisted the urge to snatch the doll from her hands and run off with it, uncaring of whether she cried or not, unbothered as to whether you would end up in the naughty corner for the third time that day. your only concern was who had broken the news to her, who had ruined the entire purpose of your stories.
probably a teacher, you thought to yourself, scowling in annoyance.
well now it meant that you had to repair the damage. what a hassle.
"someone told me," elena added, as though that comment was ever so helpful (it was not).
"okay," you shrugged, acting careless. "don't blame me when bloody mary comes to you at night. i warned you."
elena had not wasted any more time in giving you the doll; you were pleased
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the next few days were rather unpleasant. you had not been in the greatest mood on one particular morning: the sun had woken you up that day, your mother had forced you to go in to kindergarten despite your strong protests, you had lost the class game, and you had been sent to the naughty corner at one point — which, on a normal day, would not have bothered you in the slightest: the issue lied with the stupid assistant teacher that had been told to watch over you because apparently, you could not be trusted to stay put. not to mention, you had an extra ten minutes in comparison to the other kids.
you had no plans on doing your typical story-tellings, yet your other classmates had been bugging you since the moment you had passed the double doors on your way in. initially, you refused them, in foolish hopes of the fact that they'd accept it and move on.
they didn't.
they pleaded for your story, claiming that they would truly stay silent, no questions, as you entertained them. you did not believe it, not even a sock could silence the annoying giggles and chatter of those classmates of yours.
but to stop their consistent begging, you had given in (albeit, reluctantly) and not long after, you found yourself sitting in that circle again, waiting for everyone to gather themselves.
"oh my god, kenji, shut up!" you scolded the dark haired boy who had been laughing loudly and preventing you from starting. your tone was harsh, aware that this particular classmate of yours would not take any offence to your comments towards him (unlike anyone else, who you knew would end up in tears, resulting in you sitting in that naughty corner once again).
"sorry," kenji lee chuckled, but you could not help but think that he did not look one bit sorry.
as the chatter around you began to die down, you repressed the urge to rip the stupid bow placed on your head that had been pulling on a particular strand of your hair for some time, and throw it at someone (kenji).
impatiently, you handed the torch to the girl next to you: you had very little tolerance for the struggle of attempting to switch the light on without wasting time. as you waited for her to click it on, you noticed that she was a newcomer, you had never seen her in class and you knew for a fact that she was not in the other class either. surely you would have been told?
the girl proved to be helpful, she had successfully switched the torch on and with a small 'thanks', you took the torch from her hands and placed it beneath your chin (again, almost blinded from the angle of the light shining just below your eyes).
this time around, you did not waste time with a slow introduction to your story, caring less and less for the enjoyment of your peers.
"so there was this man and his name is freddy krueger," you began, watching confusion rise on your classmates' faces. perhaps they were used to your long introductions (the typical 'once upon a time' etc). you did not care for it. "he used to be very handsome and then his wife found out that he was cheating on her and then burnt his face."
as promised, none of the kids raised their hands to ask 'how?' or question something very obvious. your bad mood had been knocked down an inch.
"so now he comes for naughty kids who keep cheating in games," you stated, staring specifically at christopher allen who you strongly believed to have cheated in order to win the class game that morning (stupid miss huckleberry had been adamant that he had truly won fair and square).
the silence that you had been revelling in for a short moment had been interrupted harshly. you'd heard malakai's aggravating voice distract you, ripping you from your hardening glare towards christopher, whose eyes were slowly starting to water for whatever reason.
"did fred have —"
you interrupted him.
"no you can't call him that, only i can."
malakai's eyebrows raised so far up, there were lines on his forehead. another voice cut in through the conversation: it was abby milton.
"y/n, how are you friends with every single bad guy?" she had asked, curious.
you had no choice but to step in and correct her.
"they're not bad guys because i changed them so yeah... they're mis— mis— misuntood."
you were ninety-nine percent sure that none of the kids in the circle knew what that word meant, but none of them dared to ask.
"oh, i forgot," you added, just as you had nearly placed the torch away. hurriedly, you brought it right back beneath your chin. "if — if — if — if you, like, don't keeping on telling off me... then he... umm... yeah, he won't kill you."
you did not specify (with your eyes or your voice) who you were referring to, but you had decided that the same went for the rest of the kids anyway. that naughty corner would be the death of you, you were sure of it. at least now, with this threat looming over their heads, you would not be in the naughty corner for a long, long time to come.
shortly after, you had quickly put the torch away and made your way to the book corner, attempting to entertain yourself with some of the new books the kindergarten had gotten. several of the other kids had decided that they were not done yet, that they still had questions that remained unanswered about freddy krueger. the only thing that deterred them was the threat that you would never tell another story if they bothered you this much again. 
looking disappointed, and mildly annoyed, they had walked off, grumbling about how they had no way to protect themselves from yet another evil entity. you shrugged it off, distracted by the pretty fairy lights and cushions decorating the book shelf. pleased with the presentation of the area, you admired the way the warm colour emanated from the little light bulbs attached to the silver wire. several posters lined the top of the bookshelf, promoting 'silent reading' and so on.
accompanying you some time later had been abby milton, complaining about how she wanted you to give more clarification about freddy krueger (you tried not to sigh loudly, thinking about how you had only just gotten peace about the matter).
"i'll tell miss," she decided on saying at last, something that had finally caught your attention after practically ignoring her pleas since the moment she had sat down beside you.
"freddy krueger will come get you in night time then."
and you were certain (after she had voiced out her response to that) that you were facing deja vu for the first time.
"somebody said you're lying," said abby, swiping her messy hair away from her face. "somebody said freddy krueger isn't real."
you attempted to mask over the fury you had now adopted, trying to hide the mix of confusion and curiosity too: as if your mood wasn't already terrible, you were practically a ticking time bomb, and the timer was slowly reaching its peak.
but your suspicions were now confirmed — there was someone out there sabotaging you: if it had been a teacher, like you originally suspected, then, one: you would have found yourself in time out again, and two: she wouldn't have threatened to tell off of you, seeing as the teacher would have already known about it.
it was one of your classmates. you were certain now.
reminded of the fact that not all of your peers entered the circle of your story-telling time, you could narrow down your options. someone outside of the circle was your culprit.
but again, you were not in the mood to spend the time investigating. so, instead, you decided to flat out ask her who this mystery person was.
"well they're a liar," you said, standing up and dusting yourself off, looking around. "they basically want you to get — to — to die." you looked down at her, brows furrowed. "anyways who even said that?"
"megumi."
and now you were more than offended. you were absolutely ready to beat down a boy, but for a fellow girl to turn around and stab you in the back with no remorse? that stung. it felt like she (whoever she was) had plunged a knife right through your back and pushed it all the way to your heart, practically carving out your insides to her pleasure.
ignoring her calls for you, you walked away and exited the classroom, standing in the playground and looking furtive. the sun shone over the unused bikes and the abandoned hula-hoops on the floor as members of both classes ran around and played together. the sight hurt your eyes, the headache of yours stirring even further and worsening with each passing minute.
and what was worse? malakai, that annoying peer of yours, had appeared in front of you somehow. you had looked away for a mere second, how had he reached you without your awareness?
"can you please tell me what freddy krueger stays away from? i'm scar—"
"listen," you started, the timer in you now at one digit numbers, "i forgot to say that fred also kills people who keep bov— bovering me, so you have to leave me alone."
just when you thought you were done with this conversation, someone else had decided to join in, but once they had spoken...
you were certain your hunt for the enemy had been over.
"stop lying."
leisurely, your head turned. it seemed as though a thousand years had gone by, but really, it had only been a short fifteen seconds till you had turned enough to be met with the sight of a... a boy?
a million and one questions had passed your mind in that short moment you made eye contact with the boy who looked as though you had eradicated his entire bloodline. had you misheard abby? you were certain the name of the sabotag-er was megumi, a girl name. 
but you were absolutely, one hundred percent, definitely certain that this boy was unquestionably the one going around ruining your plans, corrupting the minds of your classmates to turn them against you.
and the kid looked goofy too, you had thought, with his dark-as-night hair standing on all ends, his equally-as-dark eyes half-lidded as if he had not a care in the world, and his face forming an unmoveable frown, looking more than unimpressed. 
well that made sense. the metaphorical knife was now non-existent, since your initial assumption had been correct — it was a dumb boy after all.
"who," you began, defensive, "are you? i've never even seen you in my life."
but it wasn't (who you assumed was) megumi that answered. you had just realised that malakai was still in the picture.
"that's megumi guro!" he had said, loud and clear.
you regarded him with a short look before staring back at megumi guro, who had somehow appeared more grumpier than when you had first gazed at him. 
"it's fushi-guro," said megumi what's-his-face.
you scowled at him. 
"if you keep saying that again and again and again, freddy krueger's gonna come to you in the —"
"he's not even real."
malakai had gasped. you glared at megumi fushiguro.
"you know what? you're not even real megumi fushigo!"
"it's fushiguro," he repeated, stoic.
"i said that."
"no you didn't."
malakai had disappeared by this point, perhaps bored with this interaction between you and megumi fushiguro.
"yes i did," you repeated, frustrated. no other kid had ever challenged you, this megumi child was starting to put a bad taste in your mouth.
"no you —"
"yeah stop subject changing."
"you mean changing the subject."
"oh my gosh!" you exclaimed, scratching at your thigh which proved to be unsatisfying seeing as your tights were in the way. "you listen here with your girl’s name! you are a girl!"
"..."
megumi fushiguro had not said anything for a while, choosing to stay silent as he stared back at you. uncertain of whether you had seen it properly, but you could have sworn that you'd seen his eye twitch ever so slightly.
"not a girl's name," he grumbled quietly.
you gave him a tight-lipped smile. 
"liar, liar, pants on fire!" you shouted, pointing at him like he had committed a brutal crime in front of your very eyes. smug, you looked at him with a real smile this time. "who's the liar now?"
but megumi's response had come just as quick as you had finished yours.
"still you."
"no, it's both of us!"
"you just admitted to lying."
"..."
astounded, staggered, and stupefied, you stared back at megumi, mouth parted and jaw dropped. you had only just realised your mistake there, the smugness you had previously adopted now diminished and killed just as it had come. nobody had ever rendered you speechless before, you had always gotten your way. usually, people would simply leave you to have the last word in defeat, but this megumi... megumi had got you there, because you just had admitted to lying.
"...MIIIIIIISS, megumi slapped my butt!"
"megumi did not slap your butt y/n."
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"now you want to go to school, huh?" your mother mused as she pulled your hair back into a ponytail and began tying a silk ribbon into it.
it had been a week since you had met megumi fushiguro, and since then, it seemed as though he was everywhere. every story you had scared your other classmates with, he just had to be there to tell them the truth, corrupting them (in your eyes).
he had been actively undoing every tale you would tell and it was starting to irritate you. the only way you could win this silent battle was actually attending kindergarten, even if you had a pounding headache and had woken up on the wrong side of bed.
now you were seated on the floor, your mother on the soft couch as she worked to style your hair.
"i don't want to go," you grumbled, hissing when your mother had accidentally pulled at your hair ('oh, sorry honey'). "but i have to."
"yes, you do," your mother hummed in agreement, and you had quickly corrected her.
"no, not like that, mommy," you said, playing with the ends of your skirt as you attempted to explain yourself and what you really meant. "i have to because — because there's this really dumb boy that's just keeping on ruining things.”
"you mean keeps on ruining things?"
you sighed loudly, feeling restless. at the moment, the way you spoke was the least of your concerns. your mother could correct you later, not when you were in distress.
"i'm sorry, go on," she said, but you could hear the amusement in her voice, as if she’d made an attempt to mask her laughter (it didn't work). "what's his name?"
"he has a girl name," you said, feeling smug again. “i told him he has a girl name.”
"y/n, that's not nice," said mom, although she was gentle with her scolding.
"he's not nice," you replied defensively. “anyways, his name is megumi."
your mom laughed softly, tightening your pony tail and then leaning forward to fix the baby hairs with a bit of gel. she knew to use very little of it seeing as you disliked the way it felt on your head.
"that is a girl name, isn't it?"
"mhm," you nodded ('y/n don't move, i'll make a mistake).
"but…” she said, lifting you and putting you on the couch so you were now facing each other in order to do the front of your hair neatly. she spoke slowly so as to remain concentrated on your hair. "you still... can't... say that now, can you... hm, y/ n?"
you shrugged, and then immediately apologised when you realised you had moved.
"he deserves it."
“i'm sure... he does." said mom, smiling ever so slightly. "he's... megumi-what?"
she used a small toothbrush to clean out the sides of your forehead.
"megumi fushigo."
your mother paused, leaning back and staring at you in surprise. the toothbrush was still firm in her grip, but it was no longer pressed against your hair due to her arms deflating. she raised her eyebrows at you, mouth parted in what looked like to you as realisation.
"you mean fushiguro?" she said, taking you by surprise too.
"yeah, i said that," you responded easily. "how do you know him?"
"oh no, i don't know him,” she told you honestly, lifting the toothbrush and getting back to work with the gel again. “but i know the fushiguros. they live across from us, y/n.”
you looked up at your mom, mouth agape.
"he's our neighbour?"
"they have been... for... some time... yes," she answered, nodding slightly.
it seemed as though the universe was on your side: this meant that you could sabotage him if you really wanted to, too. who was to stop you from shouting out his door number in class? what if you met his parents and made a formal complaint about him? surely even a five year old could have some influence over matters such as a small rivalry?
"can i egg his door?"
“y/n."
"sorry."
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・
"y/n, you know the boogeyman guy?" said amira khalil, timid after she'd explained how she had to work up the courage to approach you.
you nodded.
"yeah, my mommy and i feed him every night," you said calmly, head down as you coloured in the big monster you'd drawn. "i think i already told you about him."
"you did,” said amira, confirming your thoughts. she was twiddling her thumbs, looking nervous. “i searched up him online with my older sister... i saw a video."
you looked up at her, patiently waiting for her to complete her sentence. she must have approached you for more than just some small information on what she'd got up to with her sister the other night. you guessed that maybe it had something to do with your knowledge.
"how do i protect myself from the boogeyman?" she finally asked, picking at her nails.
you shrugged.
“if my mommy and me forget to feed him, then he might come out."
amira's hesitant smile had dropped completely, brows raised and lip wobbling.
"but it's okay! we always remember to feed him," you reassured her. “but sometimes i can forget when someone distracts me — like if you — if you keeping on using the colouring pens when i need them — sometimes — sometimes it stays on my mind so i forget to feed him in the night.”
the poor girl did not look reassured in the slightest.
"but... but what if you get distracted over somefing else and then — then you f-forget to feed him?"
"that won't happen because he's not even real," said megumi, who had somehow appeared behind you despite this classroom not being his.
amira's cheeks flushed a warm colour.
“he’s not?"
you slammed your hand against the table and stood up.
“this is distracting me" you snapped, to which amira's eyes had widened and she realised what that meant.
"don't worry! i'll try and get my mom to remind your mom to feed him tonight."
and thankfully, before megumi could interrupt her straight-forward thoughts even further, she ran away, heading for the toilets.
you sighed irritably. this interaction had completely altered the rest of your day. instead of sitting in front of the tv for the rest of the evening, now you had a change of plans: sit by the home telephone and impersonate your own mother to make sure the news never got to your mom.
"why are you even here? this isn't your class, imposter!"
"i had to give something to miss huckleberry."
"go away, fushigo."
“it's — never mind."
———
"y/n, are you meant to be here?" miss turner had asked you, but only after you had entered the doors of the other class.
you noticed the most biggest difference between your classroom and the other classroom: the teacher’s desk was not on the left side, it was on the right. furthermore, there were only four group tables, not five, leaving more carpet space. instead of two toy boxes, there were three, filled to the brim with toys like lego, dolls and trucks.
you preferred your own classroom, especially when this one's bookshelf lacked any personality (where were the pretty fairy lights?).
"yeah, i am," you answered with a smile. "i — um — i had — i had to — i had to give something to you from miss huckleberry."
"oh?" said miss turner, and you had seen her big, brows eyes scan your empty hands. on instinct, you put them behind your back and smiled. "so... what is it? where is it?"
"um —”
and then you heard that dawdling voice again.
"it's not even real.”
you desperately wanted to turn around and elbow him in the face. you were the same height, it would have definitely worked too, but though you were impulsive, you were not reckless — in the direct presence of a teacher, his teacher too, you knew better.
miss turner's eyes had darted from you to megumi, curiosity lacing her soft features.
"what do you mean by that, megumi?"
"she's lying, miss."
one day, you vowed, as miss turner walked you back to your class by your hand, you will find a way to annoy him just as much as he annoys you.
———
the playground seemed even bigger now that everyone had been occupied by the new toys brought to fill the toy boxes inside. at first, you felt excited about it: new toys meant new entertainment. however, after seeing what the toys were, it had not taken you too long to lose interest.
still, there were a fair few of you outside, playing tag and running around till your breaths ran out.
you were on the twin swings with gabriela robinson (short name: gabi). it would have been enjoyable if that teacher assistant wasn't practically breathing down your neck, making sure everyone was behaving. why couldn't she have watched from the top of the slide? it created a wider field of vision anyway, why was she choosing to stand behind you?
“look, it’s megumi on the bike!” gabi had pointed out.
indeed, she was correct: it really was megumi on a bike, simply riding around with it in circles.
boring, you thought in your head.
"you know, megumi has a girl name, how funny is that?" you gossiped in hushed tones, chuckling and giggling at the thought just as megumi had passed you with the bike.
you almost choked on your own giggles when megumi slid to a stop right in front of you. he did not look pleased.
"y/n, that's not very nice," that annoying voice of the teacher assistant had cut in.
your smile fell, serious-looking as you turned your head to look back at her and say, “i wasn't talking to you."
the woman's face had turned angry.
"go to the naughty corner!"
you did not put up a fight. you got off the swings, glared at megumi (he was still looking at you without any visible emotion) and then walked yourself back inside.
you made another vow to yourself: that stupid teacher assistant would be your enemy from that day onwards.
———
"i saw your dad yesterday," you said to megumi, approaching him on the playground by the sand pit.
neither of you were in the sand pit. in fact, megumi looked disgusted at the mere sight of it. he was such a picky person in your mind — had he spent most of recess simply judging the sand pit?
he seriously needed help.
"why is he so fat?" you asked bluntly.
if your statement earlier hadn't caught his attention, what you just commented did. oddly enough, he did not look as offended as you had expected him to be. he simply looked... baffled, as though the way his dad looked was self-explanatory (which, it was, he was fat in your eyes, so why did he look at you like what you had just asked was all sorts of wrong?).
"he's not fat,” he said, just as bluntly. he stared back at you as though it were obvious.
"yes he is," you shot back, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. "i saw him. and i saw him taking you to school so that — that means he's fat in the morning and fat at night too!"
he exhaled through his mouth, looking away and grumbling something about how he thought his mom was lying about you living near. you ignored that, still demanding answers.
"so why is he fat?"
“he’s not,” said megumi, emphasising the final word. “it’s his muscles.”
"does he eat too much?" you questioned as if you hadn't heard him. "what do you guys always have for dinner? probably — probably — er — burgers and fries and soda and lots of ice cream right? but your dad maybe takes too much, is that why you're so skinny?"
megumi's gaze hardened, face stony as he clarified harshly, "it's called muscles.”
but then a thought had just occurred to you, one that had you absolutely startled and staring off into space, watching as alexa clement hopped off the swings and left it moving back and forth with momentum. what if, you questioned to yourself, megumi ended up like his dad? what if he ended up learning how to be extremely fat?
you didn't hate megumi, of course. you never hated him, you just found him to be a thorn at your side. however, that did not mean that you would allow even a thorn at your side to grow as fat as his very father.
"megumi...”
and now you found yourself unwilling to imagine a very unhealthy and fat megumi, yet your brain just did not listen to you, the picture already set in your head. you slowly turned your head to look at him, eyes wide with worry.
"what.”
"oh my gosh... what if you end up like that?"
he looked as deadpanned as ever.
“i won’t.”
"megumi it's — it's gonna be fine because — because my mommy learned me how to make a lunchbox," you explained seriously. "i’ll help you make a healfy one so you — like — you don't look like your dad and become fat.”
"leave me alone," he said, annoyed.
he kicked and stomped at the floor, the sand left over flying up and entering your mouth. you coughed and spat at the floor, shouting at megumi, but you had heard the sound of his footsteps distancing themselves from you, a little too fast to be considered a walk. he had run away from you after leaving you to practically die at the taste of sand.
“MIIIIIIISS!”
———
the middle of october meant that there would be a parent-teacher conference. although it seemed too early (the other kindergarten schools do it much later on in the year) the one week holiday was nearing and it meant that a formal report had to be given to your parents about your behaviour, attitude to learning, relationships with other students, etc.
a lot of the parents had lined up by the double doors, the wall separating the two classrooms had been pushed away somehow (you had sat staring at it for a while) and the classrooms were now merged to be one big ‘boss' classroom (as you would say).
with the rest of you students having nothing to do but wait for your parents to finish their individual meetings with your teachers, you all huddled together and made conversation. you learnt the names of the students from the other class, interacted with them, and asked which of the adults were their parents.
your mother seemed to be running late, so you couldn't answer that question.
but someone (david yeboah) had asked megumi (who was standing across from you) who his dad was.
after megumi's stunt the other day, you felt the need to get back at him, embarrass him if you will. anyway, it wasn't your fault that his dad didn't have a healthy diet.
“guys,” you said loudly, as though you were making an important announcement — you were. "megumi's dad is a fatty!"
all of the kids stared at you in awe, some had even whispered ‘really?'. you nodded, ignoring the hard stare megumi was directing at you.
"yeah," you said in a hushed tone, quiet, but loud enough for all of the kids to hear you. “i saw him, he's really big, it's true! megumi's dad is a fatty —"
you turned around, nearly bumping head first into... megumi's dad's legs. you looked up, heart pounding from the vision above you.
if you thought he was big from a distance, then god knows what you thought now. his chest took up your entire sight, he was large enough to crush you with his fat hands if he so pleased.
the smirk that you had seen him wear before in the early mornings by his house had faded now. though, to your pleasure, he did not look angry at all. sure, his dark brows were knitting together as he looked down at you, and sure, his eyes were squinted. but he looked more confused than he did angry.
still, the realisation that he had heard you call him a 'fatty' made your heart race. not to mention, he looked terrifying from down there.
without a word, you simply turned the other way and speed-walked to the toy box, distancing yourself from him.
"woah…” you muttered to yourself, pressing a hand to your chest and feeling your heart beat hardly against it. “scary.”
———
you were sat by the book corner, a few other people occupying the bean bags with you. the school had bought a ton of new books for you to read, so lately, you'd been spending most of your time by the bookshelves and less and less of your time terrorising the other kids (and that teacher assistant).
you believed that the new books had been the best investment the school had made. however, it was bothersome when the other kids would beg you for story times again when you were clearly occupied.
besides that, it was blissful being able to find new entertainment in such a boring place.
at the moment, you had been showing your classmates the fiction book you had in your hands, a book that miss huckleberry stated had been shipped straight from the uk (someone failed in doing a good british accent too and it made you cringe).
it was about this girl (she had a silly name, you thought) called goldilocks and her adventure with the house belonging to three talking bears.
"no, david, that's not how the story went," you said wisely. “the baby bear went back in the room and saw goldilocks ru— ru— ruining everyfing.”
"that's not even real.”
you looked up: megumi was standing by the entrance of the book fort you had made for the book corner. he looked serious (when did he not?) and he was staring at the book held up in your small hands. in his own arms was a larger book, thin enough to imply that there wasn't much story to it, but unlike the other books, the book he possessed had real life images as its cover.
"it's goldilocks and the three bears," you informed him, eyes narrowed.
"yeah... and it's not even real."
"it's a book!"
he held up his own one.
"this is a book too."
"yeah, so that's not real either!"
"it is,” he said, with a tone of finality.
you were not having it:
"how come your book is real and mine isn't?"
"mine is non-fiction," said megumi, and you felt glee in your chest when he nearly stuttered over the word 'non-fiction’. megumi had never stuttered before, but he was also not super human either. he was the same as the rest of you. "yours is fiction. fiction means fake —"
"MIIIIIIISS! MEGUMI’S LYING!"
"y/n i am sitting right near you, you do not have to yell.”
———
though the academic year had not even been close to ending, the kindergarten had made a boring, old tuesday an open-day for future students to attend. current students were still required to go to school like usual, only, towards home-time, the kindergarten would be open till eight o’clock in the evening.
the year before, you had not stayed that late, seemingly bored with the idea. this year, however, your mother had to work late and could not pick you up. conveniently (for her, not you), the open-day fell right on her work overtime-day. she did not have to call for one of your aunts to come look after you (a hassle for her, really, because although her family loved you, they believed that you were a devil-child, hence the difficulty in trying to get them to come over).
several other kids had stayed back too, but only out of their own will.
apart from one particular child — megumi fushiguro.
he did not look happy at the prospect of staying for longer than when the clock hit three o’clock (home-time). you shared his displeasure silently, though there really was no need for him to be there, you noted, for you had seen his father accompany other parents by the coffee stand.
had he been forced there too? megumi’s fat dad looks annoyed, you thought to yourself.
you did not dwell too much on the thought, for you and the remaining kids had decided to play hide-and-seek. some of the new kids — accompanied by their parents — had joined in too. you did not mind, the more the merrier, especially when your actual classmates had refused to allow you not to be seeker.
you shrugged, uncaring of which role you played in the game.
so, eyes shut, you counted from one to twenty:
“one… two… three…” you counted, already bored. you continued. “…ten… eleven… twelve-thirteen-fourteen-fifteen —”
“hey no fair that’s cheating!” some whiny voice you didn’t recognise had spoken.
you scowled, turning around to see who it was: no surprise, it had been some random kid, not one of your classmates who knew better than to doubt you.
“found you, you’re out.”
the ginger kid looked scandalised.
“but —”
“sixteen… seventeen… eighteen…”
he ran off crying somewhere.
“nineteen-twenty!” you shouted quickly, jumping up and uncovering your eyes excitedly. “ready or not, here i come!”
you skipped along the classroom, picking out several dumb kids who had hidden in places that were very obvious to you. another one of those random new kids had stayed in the centre of the carpet (which was out in the open), crouched with his eyes shut.
you stared at him, deadpanned.
“i found you.”
and he had the audacity to ask “how?”.
dumb kid, you thought, as you walked out to the playground and saw some kids hiding behind the slide. in order to get there, you had to pass the coffee stand.
the sight of the teacher assistant looking bored and annoyed pleased you: a smile radiated your face which had previously been decorated with scowls and frowns.
you skipped past megumi’s dad along the way.
“hey fat-man we’re just playing hide-and-seek!” you informed him happily.
you did not wait for his response as you continued to run away, a jump in your step as you slowly got closer and closer to the slide; you had passed a stoic megumi, who simply stood there as you casually insulted his father. you could have sworn that you heard the insulted man audibly grunt, muttering something that sounded like ‘who is that child?’.
you did not have the time to entertain his questions: those kids were getting away.
———
mondays were the worst days in your opinion: it was the start of the week, meaning that you still had four more days to go before the weekend would arrive. the weekend was also only two days long, one day which you would spend stressing about monday being the day after that. it was unnecessary stress for a five year old.
mondays were also the days where that annoying teacher assistant would stay in your class more than the other class. you didn’t want her there, so why was she always present? it irked you, she held no purpose, really.
it had been nearing lunch time as you sat on the grass on the playground with two other girls: kimberly garnett and alexa clement. they had been telling you about how, apparently, a boy from the other class (alejandro henderson) had a crush on one of the girls from your class, though it was undiscovered who.
ultimately, it was a gossip session.
but the conversation of alejandro and his secret crush was starting to bore you. it was not long before the topic had changed.
“why is megumi alone all them times?” said kimberly, who had craned her head over her shoulder to look at the dark-haired boy — he was staring at some cat that had somehow ended up in the playground.
none of you had actually answered the question. none of you ever answered any questions, you simply spoke for the sake of it.
you leaned in, face gleaming with excitement as you put a hand over your mouth to whisper.
“megumi looks like a porcupine —”
“y/n!”
you stared up at the teacher assistant who somehow spawned in front of you. her eyes were fierce and demanding, staring at you with indignation. how had she heard you? you had been certain that you were whispering. did she somehow have super ears?
you did not say anything, choosing to remain silent. she raised a pointed brow at you, as though to say ‘explain yourself’, but you did not submit.
instead, with a sigh, you stood up, dusted your skirt off, and walked yourself back inside, claiming the time-out seat without having to be asked. and all the while, you felt eyes burn holes at the back of your head, knowing full well that they did not belong to the nosy teacher assistant.
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・
the autumn season had hit hard as the month of october had slowly come to an end. by the point it had turned into november, you were now attending school with mittens, scarves, and a big coat.
one particular morning, you had woken up feeling giddy: your hatred towards summer was unmatched. in your mind, the autumn and winter days were the best, no questions asked.
you had gotten out of bed with a smile (for the first time in a while) and attended kindergarten without any protests — your mother had been pleasantly surprised and there were no complaints.
even the sight of megumi did not evoke annoyance out of you.
the kids had stopped asking for the stories you would tell seeing as darkness would hit the skies earlier than what you had all been used to: it meant that there would be more time for fear of the evil entities you told them all about should they ask for the stories. it was convenient, for you could still practically control your peers through the threats of the previous stories whilst also not being annoyed by being asked for new ones. besides, halloween had only just passed too, and kenji lee had claimed that he’d seen someone dressed up as the bloody ginger-woman — you did not believe him because you made that woman up for one of your old stories. ‘she wasn’t even real,’ you had said to him, and then slapped a hand over your mouth when you realised just who you had begun to sound like.
one particular frosty day, you approached megumi on the playground and simply stood beside him, curious to see what he had been staring at for the past five minutes. he gave you an odd look, but did not question you for accompanying him.
until he did.
rudely, too, you had to add.
“why are you just standing there, megumi?”
“why is your hands so pale right now?”
“what are you staring at?”
“how does your hair stay like that?”
“why —”
“what do you even want?” he had snapped, turning his head ever so slightly so as to glare at you with his cold, dark eyes.
you laughed.
“you can’t — you can’t — you can’t answer a question with — with another question,” you told him, chuckling. “silly billy.”
“you just asked me ten hundred… million… billion questions,” he scowled, looking away from you to stare at something in the distance again.
“that’s not a number —”
“shut up.”
“i’ll tell miss.”
“miss never believes you.”
you shrugged. fair point, you had thought. he raised a good argument. it was odd, any time you told off of anyone, it always ended up backfiring. however, if it were anyone else telling off of you instead, you’d end up warming up the naughty chair for a future sitter (most likely you again) as per usual.
“so…” you began, bending your knees slightly to crouch a little and reach megumi’s downcast eyes. “you didn’t answer my question.”
“which one?”
“what are you staring at?” you repeated, standing up straight again and letting your fingers intertwine in the comfort of your unconnected pocket of your coat.
megumi hesitated before answering.
“i saw a fox when my dad dropped me off.”
you looked around, inspecting the bushes.
“well maybe you was seeing monsters,” you said wisely. “my mommy says —”
“your mom never said anything,” megumi cut in icily, “it’s always you.”
for some reason, you did not find it in you to be offended. maybe it was because he hadn’t been lying — it was true: your mother never actually said anything, you simply used her as a way to lie about untrue facts. it was good to use someone older as a guide, less people denied your statements because of them. adults simply couldn’t be wrong.
“ok,” you began, unsure of where to continue. “okay well my mommy says i have to play with lonely kids so i’m just gonna play with you, all right?”
megumi, with his hands shoved in his designer coat (he was rich? his father didn’t look rich), glared at you, looking mildly offended. what had you said wrong?
it seemed that you would never know, not when he hadn’t bothered to say.
“no,” he said instead, and his tone seemed final.
you grinned. “oh, was that a yes?”
“no— i said no.”
you ignored him, feeling fidgety as you perked up excitedly.
“okay ready steady tag you’re it!”
you tapped him on his arm, excitedly running away from him. you knew that he wouldn’t chase after you, so you opted to not run very far and then skip around him, running in circles as he remained in the centre. and as per usual, he wore his signature scowl.
“stop it you’re making me dizzy,” said megumi.
you didn’t stop. you continued to run around him in circles, urging him to play.
“don’t you know how to play tag?” you asked, teasingly. “you know everything except tag —”
“no,” said megumi, but you could tell his resolve was faltering.
“i’m gonna keep running around you megumi! it’s fun!”
megumi stood completely still as your excitement grew, the blood beneath your skin running with adrenaline as the beat of your heart increased. with you alternating between skips and runs, you were slowly growing out of breath; mixed with your laughter only made it harder to keep it all up.
until the circles had stopped — megumi’s eye twitched and the next thing you knew, the dark haired boy was charging at you.
you squealed, frightened as you tried jogging away, but with how much you had ran in circles previously, your speed was not your greatest. it felt like a dream, your feet hitting the ground slowly.
“no — megumi —” you shouted, scared as you looked back and saw him catching up. “i didn’t” — you gasped for air — “think” — you exhaled — “you would” — you let out a breath — “actually chase me!”
and you had learnt a new thing about megumi that day: as small as you both were, his little legs took him far. he was probably the most speediest kid you had seen in your five years of living, the lesson learnt extremely well when you felt a hand press against your shoulder, pushing you forwards as you stumbled and halted, nearly falling over as you gathered your breath.
you turned around, shoulders raising and falling, chest heaving as you stared at him. his hair was still as dishevelled as ever, but he looked more ruffled than he usually did, tiny breaths of air falling from his nose.
“got you,” he had mumbled under his breath, staring back at you fiercely.
you looked back at him, scrambling for excuses.
“actually you didn’t get me,” you told him, extending your arm to hold onto the red roundabout, the crisp autumn leaves decorating its floor. “see? i’m home. you can’t get me because i’m safe.”
you gestured to the connection between your touch and the roundabout.
megumi’s brows had furrowed, a crease forming between his dark brows on his pale skin. he did not seem to agree with you, but unlike the other kids, it seemed as though he would keep up an argument with you.
“you just made that up,” he said, sounding confident in his statement.
“no,” you denied, truthfully. “ask — ask — er —” you stammered, looking around for a potential helper.
david had been crossed off the list immediately — he was rather stupid. kenji had been crossed too — he would try and go against you out of fun. nia akello, a girl from the other class you and megumi were both familiar with, would be perfect. she was not biased and had also been a victim of the ‘home’ rule in tag you’d introduced some time before.
“ask nia!” you said brightly, and before megumi could say anything in an argument, you waved at nia and called for her. “nia! hey! over here!”
confused and shocked, nia akello ran over to where you and megumi had been standing, out of breath by the time she had reached the two of you (it had been a short distance, arguably).
“nia, isn’t it true that —”
“shut up you’ll cheat,” snapped megumi.
you hadn’t been silenced by him, necessarily, you had been silenced into shock. and offence. you were very offended by the way he had spoken to you publicly.
whether he’d seen your expression or not, he had made no indication, for megumi had not wasted a second before he rushed into speaking to nia.
“is ‘home’ real in tag?”
“yep!” said nia, beaming. “can i go now?”
“n—”
“yes you can, nia,” you smiled, shooing her away before megumi could corrupt her into believing that a ‘home’ in tag did not exist.
to be completely honest, it didn’t exist. you simply made that up when you got tired of running so much and needed a break. in your defence, it was good! it made the game more interesting after all, what’s not to like about it?
apparently quite a lot of things, for megumi did not look the tiniest bit impressed (not that you had expected him to be anyway).
“fine,” said megumi, taking you by surprise. you took your hand off the roundabout as you listened to him speak. “the swings is the new home.”
“what —”
“i’m gonna chase you now.”
megumi took a step back, sliding his feet against the concrete as an act of intimidation — it was working.
you scrambled to look for an out.
“but —”
“five… four…”
“megumi —”
“three…”
“that’s not fai—”
“two…”
“wait!”
“one-and-a-half…”
“UGH!” you sighed, jumping up and running away with as much speed as you could gather.
megumi was on your heels the second you had taken off, having reached zero on his countdown. you had realised (as you pushed past several people to get away from the evil child), that you had foolishly ran away without looking at where you were heading, now finding yourself further and further away from the swings.
you looked back, cautious, and immediately regretted it when megumi’s face appeared inches from your own.
you let out a yelp at the sight of his raised hand and swerved away.
“this is —” you gasped out, scrunching up your dress as you ran; you had very nearly been caught, “SCARY!”
your throat grew dry, panting for breath whilst you dodged megumi’s hand. you made the dumb decision of looking back again, letting out a squeak when you had realised just how close he was getting.
“I WANT MY MOMMY —”
it had seemed that your call for your mother had drawn the attention of miss turner, the teacher of the other class. previously, she had been looking over the sandpit and making sure your peers hadn’t been making a mess, but as you neared it, she’d looked up and caught you sprinting.
“y/n? what’s —”
“MIIIIIIIISS!” you cried, just as megumi’s palm had fallen flat against your back.
dramatically, you tumbled forwards, sliding against the concrete and lying against it despite your disgust with all the dirt.
you opened your eyes, met with the sight of megumi staring down at you, chest heaving as he let out little pants out of exhaustion. still, even in his tired state, he did not look the slightest bit pleased.
“i win.”
you sat up, groaning. “no you —”
megumi did not wait for you to say your piece before he left, saying something to miss turner and then entering the building again without looking back at you.
and all the while, you smiled at the thought that you had basically forced megumi to play with you.
but that had been before you’d taken a look at the state you were in, and then inwardly cursed at yourself for playing such a dangerous game with a kid who had little care for anything at all.
home-time that day had been amusing too. your mother had been running late (miss huckleberry had informed you earlier) so you spent the time sitting outside with members of the other class and getting to know them better — it was mainly due to the fact that the teacher assistant had once again been breathing down your neck, you simply had to get away from her.
your chats were being cut short as the parents began turning up, which made you rather bored.
up until the point where megumi had to leave.
megumi had been sitting in the corner, a little two meter distance between you and the rest of his class. you had no idea whether that was a normal thing or not, you didn’t bother questioning it, merely chatting along with the other girls.
but then you’d heard miss turner say something rather interesting.
“megumi,” she had said, calling out to him from beside you. “you can go, your dad’s here.”
when indeed, his dad was not there. you frowned, looking around for the fat man that you knew to be megumi’s father. there were only several mothers, young women with strollers and other dads already occupied by their own children.
but in the far distance, approaching you all slowly, had been a man with white hair, taller than anyone you had ever seen, and wearing round, opaque sunglasses despite the weather being very gloomy.
but that simply couldn’t be megumi’s father: you knew megumi’s father. you’s seen megumi’s father. you’d spoken to megumi’s father. and that man, wearing a smirk worth gold, was certainly not megumi’s father.
and it seemed that megumi had agreed.
“he’s not my dad,” he had grumbled, hiding the lower part of his face behind his designer coat.
“yes, yes, your godfather —”
“you have a godfather?” you spoke up, curious.
megumi glared at you, eyes narrowed.
“i didn’t know that!” you beamed, looking back at the white-haired man.
you hopped off of the long bench you had been sitting on, approaching megumi without taking your eyes off of the man.
odd, you had thought then. the man looked very different, his hair colour was unique, his style was very questionable too (mainly the sunglasses). his hairstyle made sense, you decided to yourself — it was nearly as messy as megumi’s, but not quite as dishevelled.
you leaned in, placing a hand over your mouth to whisper. megumi did not lean in.
“so is your dads gay?”
he stared at you, startled.
“huh?”
it had been the first time you’d seen megumi appear shocked.
“because — because you have two dads,” you clarified helpfully. megumi still appeared to be taken aback. “so is your dads ga—”
“no,” he answered. “they don’t even like each other —”
“so why do you have two dads?”
“i don’t.”
“oh! is he your grandpapa?” you asked, eyes brightening. the white hair would make sense, then.
“no,” said megumi harshly. “he’s not anything.”
“hm,” you thought, looking at the white-haired man speaking to some other teacher. “so is he alb— albin— alban— is he albanian?”
megumi blinked at you.
“what?”
“don’t make me say it again,” you said. “it’s a hard word.”
“albanian?”
“yeah… i think. is he that?”
megumi stared at you for a short while before looking away, staring at the man you had been gossiping about. it did not click to him for some time, it seemed, for he looked as though he were in a little daydream, thinking about what you had meant. you did not have the energy to repeat yourself: as you had claimed, it was indeed a hard word.
luckily for you, a lightbulb had clicked on in megumi’s brain, and he looked at you with a frown.
“he’s not albino,” he had stated firmly. “do you even know what a godfather is?”
“yes!” you said, defensively. was he seriously accusing you of not knowing what a godfather actually was? how pathetic.
yet that look he was giving you… he was expecting you to give him the definition.
if he wanted to be proved wrong so badly, why didn’t he just say so?
you stood up straight.
“it’s when god picks your dad —”
“no.”
“but my mommy says —”
“no she never.”
you scowled at him. “it’s not my fault your dad is old!”
“he’s not my —”
“megumi!” a cheery, deep voice had interrupted casually. you looked up, a shadow fell over the two of you: it was megumi’s apparent godfather, grinning toothily and quite literally showing off his pearly whites.
from up-close, he looked like more of a giant. he had to be at least eight feel tall, you had decided. maybe home-time was always done outdoors due to people like him — it would be difficult to move past a door frame with ease.
he didn’t have any wrinkles. in fact, his skin looked quite smooth, like the skin of a teenager.
but his hair…
“my son!” said the man, arms wide open as though he were about to engulf a grumpy megumi into a bone-crushing hug — you couldn’t imagine that.
you looked at megumi, who had all but disappeared behind his coat. you resisted the urge to laugh. was megumi embarrassed?
“oh — megumi — finally made a friend?”
the man looked down at you, grinning.
“we’re not friends,” you heard megumi utter, but you ignored him (as per usual).
instead, you directed your attention to the man.
“how old are you?”
you thought you’d heard megumi groan.
the man’s grin had fallen, but reappeared just as fast as it had dropped. he bent down to your height, his arm hanging over his bent knee as he came face-to-face with you.
“why don’t you guess?”
your answer was quick.
“eighty-seven.”
and this time, when his grin had fallen, it had not returned.
“why would you say that?” snapped megumi, who had reappeared from his hiding place behind his coat. he looked irked, irritated, and annoyed. whether it had been at you or his guardian, you had no clue.
“okay… seventy nine?”
“what the hell?” demanded the man. you were unsure at who he was looking at now — his sunglasses were more opaque than they had seemed from afar.
megumi had turned away, something about ‘now i have to deal with it’ — you weren’t quite sure. you frowned, looking back at the man. he looked scandalised, outraged, and disappointed.
your jaw had dropped.
“you just sweared!” you gasped, eyes accusatory. “my mommy says swearing is bad.”
“well your mommy should’ve taught you what an old person looks like,” the man responded, a bite in his tone.
“she did! they’re like you!”
“i am not old!”
“you really aren’t?” you asked, expecting it to do less damage than it actually would.
“i’m not even twenty-one yet!” the man pouted, looking nearly faint.
“really?” you said, eyeing him up and down. “you look like — you look like you’ve — you’ve seen the world. like santa. are you santa? —”
“megumi,” said the man, standing up to his full height and turning away, adjusting the glasses sitting on top of his nose. “we’re leaving.”
“finally.”
you watched them go, frowning when the tall man looked back at you over his shoulder and stuck his tongue out at you. you scowled: father christmas was supposed to be nice to kids. maybe you needed to write a letter to the north pole about a formal complaint on him.
“guys,” you said, turning to look at the remaining kids still waiting for their parents to arrive. “i met father christmas!”
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・
“i know what godfather means,” you stated proudly.
you and megumi were on the bikes. you had already been seated on one, megumi was starting to climb on the one next to you. he hadn’t looked at you once as he silently placed his feet on the pedals, brows furrowed in concentration as he gripped onto the handles.
“do you want to know what my mommy said?”
you stared at him with wide eyes, smiling despite the fact that nothing was actually amusing; you were still buzzing with excitement about the fact that megumi had a godfather. how sick was that? you’d never met someone with a godfather!
“no,” said megumi, checking the bell and seeing if it was able to ring well.
ding! ding!
“i’m gonna tell you anyways,” you informed him brightly. “my mommy s—”
ding!
you paused, beginning again after you the last ring of the bell had echoed.
“my mommy —”
ding!
“she says —”
ding! ding!
you frowned.
“my mommy says tha—”
ding! ding! ding!
you scowled.
“mommy-says-that-a-godfather —”
ding! ding! ding! ding!
your eyes narrowed as you placed your feet on the pedals and began cycling so that you were now face-to-face with megumi.
“you’re doing that on purpose!” you accused him, a crease formed in between your brows when you furrowed them.
megumi shrugged. “am i?”
“you can’t —” you began, stammering, “you can’t — you can’t answer a question by asking another one.” you shook your head at him. “you just can’t.”
megumi ignored you, taking off by pedalling away from you. you watched him leave, offended, before pedalling faster to catch up with him. several kids were in your way, using hula-hoops and skipping ropes that megumi had skilfully avoided. you, on the other hand, were in a rush to catch up to the boy, so you simply used your bell to alert them of your appearance.
ding! ding!
“‘scuse me! ‘scuse me! coming through!”
you were pretty sure someone fell somewhere behind you; you did not care.
it hadn’t taken long before you’d caught up to megumi. you cycled with him, nearly bumping your bike into his.
“you’re being mean, megumi.”
“ok.”
“anyways, my mommy says a godfather is a dad your parents chosed.”
megumi let out a noise, something between a grunt and a groan. “i don’t want to talk about him.”
“it’s okay! i kept your secret… kind of,” you said, as the both of you turned your bikes in the direction of the open space in the playground.
“secret?” said megumi, glancing at you from the corner of his eye without turning his head.
“mhm!” you nodded, smiling. “your godfather is santa —”
“no he’s no—”
you interrupted him by cheekily bumping your bike with his. his reaction had not been nearly the same as you had initially imagined: instead of being motivated, he nearly fell off his bike and glared at you once he’d regained his balance.
you cleared your throat, pedalling faster as you zoomed past him.
“race you!”
you hadn’t expected to actually hear a pair of wheels following after you. but you had slowly started to grow aware of the subtle surprises megumi could bring you.
later on that day, you hadn’t felt like going back to miss huckleberry’s class. when you had told megumi that your class were going to do a colouring task together, megumi had revealed that his class were going to do a painting task together. immediately you longed for the paints rather than the colouring pencils.
it wouldn’t be you if you never tried to do something about it; feeling adventurous, when the call had been given for all kids to go back to their respective classrooms, you had followed megumi back inside the door opposite yours.
he hadn’t noticed you then, perhaps that had been the reason why he’d given you an odd look when you took the empty seat beside him on the carpet.
“you’re not allowed here.”
“‘course i am!” you replied, smiling as you sat just like him — criss-cross-apple-sauce.
you smoothed out the creases on your dress as he gave you a blank look.
“you’ll get in trouble,” he informed you as though you’d been blissfully unaware (to him, it seemed like you were).
“if you keep saying stuff like that it means that you care if i — if i get in trouble so yeah.”
he gave you a look of disgust before he turned to face the board in front of the two of you, apparently careless.
“i don’t,” he said, with a tone of finality.
you shrugged, humming to yourself as you tightened the pigtails in your hair. you liked to think that he did care, even if it was quite obvious that he did not.
as the rest of the class had nearly finished filing in and taking their seats on the carpet, ms turner had sat on the chair by the teacher’s desk, looking around at you all. you watched as her big, round eyes had passed you naturally, before they’d darted back to you in surprise.
“y/n?” she voiced aloud.
megumi let out a scoff.
“told you,” he muttered, a hand over his mouth as he rested an elbow on his knee; you ignored him.
“yes miss?” you said, as though you were unaware of what was happening.
ms turner tilted her head at you, brows knitted together.
“why are you here?” she asked you, with genuine curiosity. there was no bite in her question either.
“i don’t want to draw and colour things because i think it’s boring,” you answered truthfully. “and i don’t like the ginger lady in my class so yeah. and i like painting and i like the thingy with the water paints.”
“does miss huckleberry know you’re here?”
you shook your head.
but perhaps that had been a mistake, for you had been walked back to your classroom once more (your protests fell on deaf ears).
however, that hadn't stopped you from constantly going back, returning once more to the seat beside megumi. 
the second time you had wrongly and happily entered his classroom, you made your way down to the carpet space, ready to occupy the usually-vacant seat next to megumi, only to find that the seat had been used by megumi's knee. he'd still been sitting criss-cross-apple-sauce, of course, yet his right knee had been extended to the point where a little more than half the space had been taken.
he looked up at you once he had noticed your shadow fall over his lap. he moved his knee back in place, a blank look on his face as he did so.
"did you just put your foot on that seat?" you asked, a brow raised in disgust.
"... ye—"
"well now i can't sit there because i don't know where your foot has been and it might be dirty," you said, walking around him to sit on the vacant seat on his left instead.
his eyes followed you as you moved. you could not gauge out the expression on his face: megumi was simply too hard to read, and it bothered you a bit, but not enough to make you complain too much.
it had taken a total of twenty minutes and fifty-one seconds before you'd been spotted and then escorted out of the classroom that day.
on another random day, a similar scenario had occurred where you'd been dropped off at your actual classroom by your mother, but you swerved past the door to enter the one opposite. your mother had not questioned it, deciding that during school hours, you were not her responsibility (thank god).
when you walked over to the carpet-space, you'd seen that megumi had already arrived, only, his hand was now facing palm-down on your favourite seat. you approached him as you passed a disheartened girl (inaya farhat) who'd just had a short conversation with megumi.
he looked up at you, slowly removing his hand and placing it back on his lap.
"did you just put your hand on my seat?" you asked, disgusted once again.
he glared at you. 
"yes."
the way in which he was glaring at you had you concerned (just the slightest bit). the intensity behind the way in which he looked at you had also frightened you, he looked as though you had insulted his entire family (arguably, you were nearly there).
"erm — yeah, so i hope your hand's not dirty," you said, leisurely sitting down on your designated seat. "like — like picking your nose or scratching your bum —"
"i'm not veera," said megumi. 
you frowned.
"who's veera?"
megumi faced the board, answering without sparing you another glance. 
"if you stay in this class, you'll find out."
and you did.
you had remained in the class for days after that. it became so normalised for you to be there, that even your mother would drop you off at the opposite door of your original class without question: at some point that month, your full name had been transferred from register-to-register — megumi hadn't been bothered by that, but he became quite aggressive when you kept rubbing it in his face:
"remember when you said i wasn't allowed to —"
"i get it!"
on one particular afternoon, where parents and carers were allowed to enter the classroom and observe the work their kids had done in their respective books before collecting them, you had found yourself in a sticky situation.
after megumi's father had come in (and quite literally stood at the back and simply nodded his head at his son in acknowledgment), you and megumi had gotten into a heated debate about which types of books were better. where you were more interested in fiction and fake reality, megumi argued that non-fiction and actuality was better.
you strongly disagreed, so you attempted to prove your point by leading him to the book corner and pulling out some of your personal favourites, one of them being 'the hungry caterpillar'.
"i like this one," you told him, handing the book over to him. he looked skeptical as he flipped through the pages. "and you can't say it's not even real because it is."
"hmph," said megumi, looking grumpy.
he didn't look as displeased with your suggestions as he usually did, so you decided that you'd won him over.
"what else?" he asked.
you beamed, hurriedly bending down to where you'd hidden your most precious book. your little hand plunged itself underneath the shelf and searched for it with earnest, pulling it out once you'd felt its laminated cover beneath your skin.
"this one," you said, standing back up and presenting it to him. again, he looked skeptical, but you had won him over once, surely you could do it a second time? "noisy nora."
he took the book from your hands and, like before, skimmed through it. his face scrunched up in disgust.
"that one is my most bestest book in the whole wide wor—"
"rats can't speak."
you looked up; megumi was stoic.
your smile had turned to a scowl.
"well jokes on you, nora's not a rat. she's a mouse."
megumi ignored you, going over to his side of the book corner where the non-fiction books were kept and pulled out a large one, pages thin and smooth. he turned around and showed it to you as you bent back down and shoved 'noisy nora' back under the book shelf.
from where you were sat on your knees, you could see that the title of megumi's book read 'how a caterpillar turns into a butterfly'.
you stood back up again, analysing the cover.
"looks boring," you commented.
"it's real."
"'the hungry caterpillar' tells a real story."
you walked away from the book corner and megumi followed, still looking very unimpressed with your opinion on his most favourite book.
however, as you aimed to make your way to the toy box, you stopped just as you'd entered the carpet space at the sound of a baby. your face formed an expression of confusion. what was a baby doing here at the kindergarten?
you turned in the direction of where the sound was coming from. megumi had been quietly complaining about something, but his discontent had fallen on deaf ears, for your eyes were focused on the blonde, snotty child wobbling towards you, her blue eyes wide with excitement.
spit bubbled at the corner of her mouth, the same mouth that was slowly taking in all the snot running down her nose.
your eyes widened, horrified at the sight before you. the sight that was slowly reaching you.
"ew," you said, watching as the child wobbled and clapped her hands — one hand gripped onto a baby-blue pacifier.
"ew..." you repeated, when the same child had dropped her pacifier on the floor.
"EW!" you cried, when the child locked eye contact with you and waddled closer.
"veeraaa!" the child sang, voice high as she nearly toppled over with her uneven balance. some of her spit had dropped onto the floor, gooey and... was that a tint of green?
"EWWWW!" you cried, making an attempt to run away but realising that megumi was behind you, resistant to your constant pushing. "OH MY GOD — OH MY GOD —"
your cries had caught the attention of nearly everyone else in the room, wondering what had been causing such a ruckus.
you felt like crying when the disgusting baby still managed to walk.
"veeeraaaaa —"
"EEEEEWWWWWWW!" you shouted, struggling to push megumi away so you could run.
the blonde kid was nearly a whole metre away from you now, giggling and singing her own name.
you'd had enough — a metre was simply too close for you.
"hey — what're you —"
yelling out your disgust, your hands grabbed onto megumi and pulled him in front of you, pushing him towards the child and practically using him as a human shield. better him than you, you'd concluded.
"veeeeraaaa!"
"AAAHH — EWWWW!"
"veeeraaa —"
"what the hell?" snapped megumi, taking several steps back in an attempt to distance himself from veera.
slowly, the disgust that you held had somehow divided so that the rest of the kids held the same sentiment. all of your classmates had begun screaming: 'ew's could be heard all around you: kids made attempts to jump over tables and chairs to get away from the blonde baby, parents were used as hiding objects so their children could stand behind them, and the blonde baby turned her attention elsewhere, approaching ruth smith who burst into tears when she waddled over to him.
the baby looked at you and megumi again. amongst all the screaming and yelling, yours still managed to be the loudest.
"EEEWW!" you cried, pushing megumi forward again. he was resistant. "MEGUMI —"
"veeeeraaa," veera sang, as sofia rylee shouted at you to run. "veeeraaa —"
"my name's megumi," said megumi, sounding annoyed and offended.
the commotion had slowly started to end when another blonde woman (who you assumed was veera's mother) ran over and picked her up, holding her in her arms as she stared at you, looking very, very offended.
you didn't care. that child of hers was disgusting, this should be a lesson to her, you had decided.
and somehow you were left out of breath, panting and exhaling as the woman turned and left, followed by miss huckleberry who had appeared out of thin air.
"that was scary," you commented, a hand pressed against your chest dramatically. "so scary."
megumi had finally turned around and regarded you with a glare.
"oh yeah?" he challenged, angry. "did you get pushed to her?"
your hand been returned back to your side.
"i had to save myself!" you explained, unable to understand megumi's anger towards you. "you would do the same!"
"no i wouldn't," said megumi. "you had more than enough room to run."
his arm had been extended to present to you the space that you neglected.
before you could respond, miss huckleberry's voice had cut through the air sharply.
"mr fushiguro!" she'd said, and both you and megumi had looked up to see what had happened.
megumi's dad was leaning against the wall, which may have looked rather innocent... till you'd squinted your eyes and caught him smiling. when miss huckleberry had appeared from chasing after the woman that had left, affronted, you had no idea, but she was here, and condemning megumi's father for his silent actions.
megumi's father simply shrugged, and megumi himself walked away, apparently embarrassed.
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・
you and megumi found yourself seated at your specific spaces on the carpet, arguing about a situation that had occurred merely a day prior. ever since the veera incident, everyone in your new class seemed to know your name (and just how you were like). the news had also somehow travelled to your original class, and during play time, kimberly had asked what had happened: you brushed it off, claiming that any allegations against you were untrue.
that same day, you'd even waltzed back into your old classroom saying that you no longer wanted to be part of the other class, your disgust with veera taking over any other conscious part of your mind. miss huckleberry hadn't been impressed:
"no, y/n," she'd said, sounding firm. "go back to your class."
"that's not my class anymore," you'd attempted to persuade her. you looked at megumi, who had been giving you an odd look from the door. you approached him and pulled his arm. "c'mon megumi, let's go together!"
he had not complied.
that led you to the discussion you'd been having with megumi now, both stubborn in your points.
"you never got in trouble," you told megumi, scoffing when he'd told you about how miss huckleberry had given him an earful (though apparently, she'd been a lot more gentle about it than she had with you).
"i did," said megumi, defiant. he looked away, a hand resting over his mouth to muffle his final comment. "my stupid dad didn't help either."
"what was that?"
"nothing."
"oh okay."
it hadn't taken long for the rest of the class to follow, the carpet space now being taken up by the bottoms of each and every individual that had attended the kindergarten that day.
usually the class would start by singing a nursery rhyme together (megumi would turn extra grumpy during those) but on that particular day, miss turner had decided to do something different. you had noticed how smiley she'd been that morning, but had never questioned it: she looked rather pretty when she smiled. 
"so instead of our usual nursery rhymes..." she began, creating suspense, "we're going to do something a little more special today!"
you all looked at each other, confused and excited. you felt giddy in your seat, your legs shaking in anticipation. when you'd looked at megumi, you could see the interest in his face even if he tried his best to hide it.
"so all of you are going to partner up with somebody, it can be anyone you like," said miss turner, arms spread out to represent you all, "and together, you'll make a story! it can be about anything you want, anything in the big wide world. does everyone understand?"
everyone nodded excitedly, several 'yes's could be heard as everyone had stood up, looking around for partners. you'd seen cameron peterski and kamenova petrova hold hands and skip away. you walked into the huddle of peers, spinning on the spot in an attempt to make eye contact with one of the girls.
zuri camara had come into view, and you had half a mind to ask her to be partners with you, only, you'd been reminded of the time when she had worn your costume (it was the school's property, but everyone knew that dress was practically owned by you).
so you turned away, back towards her as you approached your seat once more. megumi had been standing by it, looking at you and promptly ignoring denis ivanov, who'd been attempting to catch his attention. you grinned, skipping forward and pulling megumi by the arm.
"megumi you're my partner because i said so!"
he did not respond, but you found that pulling him to the table on the far right had been much easier than you'd expected. 
"okay so i want to make a story about a princess —"
"no."
you frowned at him, pulling the a4 sheet of paper towards you. megumi had the pencil in his hand, still out of reach. 
"what do you want to write about, dinosaurs then?" you mocked him, rolling your eyes. "oh — oh i forgot — you'll probably say it's not even real right?"
megumi, with his fingers still protecting the pencil from your clutches, stared at you, deadpanned.
"they were real," he said, matter-of-factly. "they were alive sixty five million, billion... trillion years ago."
you scoffed, unsure of whether to believe him or not. you decided not to question him, with his history of constantly being right, you knew better than to make a fool of yourself again.
"i want to make a story about a caterpillar turning into a butterfly."
"that is the most boring-est, boring story ever," you stated, unimpressed. "in the whole wide world."
megumi scowled at you. you continued.
"and everyone's gonna fall asleep like this, look." 
you demonstrated the snoring of what you imagined your peers would do at the sound of megumi's story, your forehead falling flat on the table and your pretend snores being very loud. you raised your head once more, noticing how megumi hadn't been looking. persistent, you grabbed onto his face and turned it to face you.
"you're not looking, look!"
you imitated it again, ignoring the way he'd slapped your hand off his face. your pretend snores had grown louder and megumi did not look pleased.
"you sound like a pig," he said, coldly.
"well — well you are just a rude-o."
"not a word."
"but my mommy says —"
however you had been cut off by megumi's stern look, one that practically screamed 'don't try it'.
"fine," you said, sighing. "let's play scissors-paper-rock."
"you mean rock-paper-scissors?"
you made a motion of almost choking the dark-haired boy, but stopped yourself despite your frustrations. and all the while, megumi had not once flinched. instead, he'd given you a look of annoyance. 
rock-paper-scissors had not gone well with you. you'd played three rounds, and after losing two out of the three, you'd begged to play another round, upset with your chances of losing. megumi had refused, but surprisingly, had agreed to meet you half-way, offering a compromise. 
"it's still about caterpillars and butterflies," said megumi, firmly, "but you can..." he sighed, looking as though it were physically hurting him to speak. "you can... make it less... real."
you beamed, clapping your hands excitedly and then making an attempt to grab the pencil from him once more. megumi immediately recoiled, pulling it away from you with a sharp gaze.
"but not too much," he said.
shortly after, you and megumi had started writing out your story. however, it hadn't gone as easy as you had initially expected: the road to completing the plot of your story was long and bumpy, you had been met with several obstacles along the way.
"moths can't be friends with butterflies," megumi said after you'd explained the introduction of a new character (the moth).
"you said i could make it how i want!" you argued, defensive. "well that just — that just — it means that you're just a liar then."
"says the biggest liar in this class —"
"MIIIIIIIISS!"
but that hadn't been the only issue:
"that's not how you spell 'caterpillar'," megumi commented, peering over your shoulder after he'd reluctantly handed the pencil over to you.
you looked down at your writing: cadrrpileer.
"that's not how you spell 'butterfly'."
again, you looked down at your writing: buddrflee.
"that's not how you spell moth."
once more, you looked down at your writing: moff.
irritated, you slammed the pencil down over the paper and slid the sheet over to megumi.
"well maybe you should write then!"
megumi made no complaints about taking the pencil.
"you were begging to write."
"yeah well — well — well i don't need a negative nancy next to me all them times i keep writing."
"that... made no sense."
"just write fushigo!"
"fushi-guro."
your assigned hour had been up, and when everyone had been seated on the carpet once more — rehearsing their lines in preparation to present — you and megumi read over the paper you had over and over again. really, you believed that you could recite the story without the paper, but megumi had been insistent on keeping the paper just in case.
he'd been very angry when you'd volunteered to go first together after miss turner had asked 'does anyone want to start us off?'.
so the two of you found yourself standing at the front of the class, clearing your throats in preparation. the classroom looked extremely big from where you'd been standing. having all eyes trained on you felt odd, but you were confident that your story would surprise them all.
"once upon a time, there was two caterpillars," you began, slowly.
"were," corrected megumi, shaking the sheet of paper. he'd turned to where miss turner was sitting at her desk. "miss she's not following the script."
miss turner’s brows had raised at megumi’s comment, visibly surprised. it was understandable, you concluded, for it was not as though the partners had been assigned — they were chosen. how had the two of you already fallen into a dark pit of issues?
"megumi, we can still continue with the story, it's fine," said miss turner, just as you'd stared at megumi with an affronted expression.
the rest of the class did not seem phased by the sudden intrusion, still patiently waiting for the story to continue seeing as it had barely even started yet.
"anyways… after one day, one of the caterpillars turned into a beautiful butterfly," you explained, your arms spread wide to suggest just how pretty you had imagined the butterfly to be.
"the other caterpillar is left behind —"
"yeah that caterpillar's slow for some reason," you interrupted, shrugging when megumi glared at you, waving the paper to remind you of the script.
you slapped the paper, holding back a laugh when megumi's glare had hardened (if possible).
he hastily took a step away from you as though you’d burned him and the paper in his hand. he cleared his throat; you could tell he was irritated.
"the caterpillar doesn't recognise the butterfly anymore," said megumi, sounding way too blunt for your liking.
there were gasps in the audience, and you watched as everyone's big eyes remained focused on you and megumi. you smiled toothily.
"but — like — later, the butterfly makes the caterpillar remember," you added, for once, following the script as megumi cautiously held the paper up for you to read from. "and they're still best friends. but then butterfly meets another butterfly, and they become best friends too!"
"the caterpillar feels left out and then meets the moth," said megumi, staring at the audience with a blank expression. "and they become friends even though that's not even real."
you turned to miss turner, feeling insulted that megumi had the audacity to snitch on you when he had basically done the same thing.
"miss, that wasn't in the script."
miss turner sighed, shaking her head at you with a smile. "guys."
"okay, okay!" you said. "megumi, say it."
"the caterpillar goes inside the cocoon," he said on your command, though he'd been resisting the urge to add 'the only real part'.
"afterwards, after a very, very, very, very, very long time," you said, attempting to create suspense, though you could feel megumi's eyes digging holes in your cheek to get you to hurry up, "the butterfly is not friends with the other butterfly anymore."
"the moth flies away and the caterpillar comes out but oh no it's not a caterpillar anymore," recited megumi, reading from the paper, monotoned. he looked up, making eye contact with the audience. "i didn't write that."
you snatched the paper from him, annoyed with his lack of effort in bringing emotion to the story.
"but oh no!" you read, enthusiasm in your voice as you expressed how disheartened the narrator should have been, "it's not a caterpillar anymore!"
"i just said that."
"porcupine!" you snapped. you handed him the paper again, smiling at the audience, unaware of the glare he was directing at you. "the caterpillar is now a butterfly, and the other butterfly doesn't re— re— rec—"
"recognise —"
"yeah that — the butterfly!" you finished off, grateful for megumi's intervention.
"and that's the end of the story," stated megumi.
you grinned. "the end!"
an awkward silence had followed after that. megumi had scrunched up the paper in his small fist, which had been the only noise in the room full of pin-drop silence. all of the kids had been staring at you, as if waiting for you to yell out 'just kidding!' and then continue the story, but it had become quite clear that that wouldn't happen, especially when the two of you glanced at miss turner to prove that you'd finished your lovely story.
"tha— that's the end?" asked miss turner, brown eyes darting from you to megumi and back again, expectantly.
you nodded.
"yep."
"yeah."
"but what happened to the butterflies?" someone had called out — it was noah fisher.
"nothing," you answered.
but it seemed that your classmates’ interest in your story had not been completely satisfied.
"did they not realise each other?" hayley bergmann called out, looking upset and curious.
"no," said megumi, straight-forward.
"why?" said christian de groot.
"because — because — that's just how it is," you shrugged.
"life is sad," commented megumi.
another silence had followed after that, till miss turner had finally come to the acceptance that your story truly had ended the way it did.
"okay, well... that's y/n and megumi's story, guys! round of applause!"
but the giant applause you'd been waiting for had not arrived. instead, the claps were slow, out of beat, and awkward, as if they were still in shock and denial about the ending of your story.
irked, your brows had furrowed deeply, your arms folded across your chest as you demanded them to "clap!".
and they did, at some point, and you'd stepped back again, standing side-by-side with megumi, a smile finally gracing your delicate features.
"look, porcupine! they're clapping for us!"
“it’s not like you barked at them to or anything,” grunted megumi, and as though he’d been slapped with knowledge, he glared at you. “and stop calling me that.”
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your teachers did not believe you when you told them that you much preferred to stay indoors than go outside. you didn't understand how they'd come to that conclusion when even in the kindergarten, your time was always spent more by the bookshelf than outside in the playground. the only time that you’d actively seek to go outside for a change was when the bikes were free to use (though sometimes your impatience would force the other kids to simply give up and get off the bikes for you).
so when your mother had called you over at the sound of the doorbell (which you had promptly ignored for the sake of watching your favourite cartoons) you audibly groaned, but obediently switched the tv off and made your way over to the front door.
surprised, perplexed, yet pleased, you’d been met with the sight of megumi standing by the door across from your mother, a soccer ball in his hands and sporting the same stoic expression as per usual.
your mother looked very confused, almost as though megumi was not real — as though someone had been playing a sick trick on her. someone really wants to play with that kid? she’d thought in her head when megumi had asked if you were free to play in the neighbourhood.
you skipped past your mom, tightening the ribbon in your hair and smiling. you looked up at her, ready to inform her of the fact that you would stay in the area and not run off (even if you had the carnal desire to give her a good scare).
“i’m just gonna play with megumi okay?” you told her, and though it’d been posed as a question, you knew it was a statement.
you’d ignored the odd look she’d given both you and megumi, her eyes darting from you to him and back again.
“megumi?” said mom, gazing at the dark-haired boy with curiosity. she could have sworn that he had been the very child you’d been annoyed with not even a month ago.
you sighed, irritated.
“i won’t run away like last time mommy.”
megumi gave you a pointed look. you narrowed your eyes at him.
“it was on — it was on accident.” you turned to your (still very confused) mother. “i’ll just play with megumi now so yeah.”
but she looked as though she had missed several pages on a very interesting book she’d been reading. megumi spoke up not too long after.
“my mom said she’ll watch us.”
and whether that had been to comfort your own mother (the woman still kept the same expression on her face) or to hurry things up, you never knew, for you’d grown very impatient and simply couldn’t wait any longer. you stepped outside and waved goodbye to your mom, who raised her hand in what she probably thought was a wave back, though it looked like anything but.
that day, megumi’s mother had walked you back to your home just before sunset, your sour mood now dissipated.
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bonus scene:
"a toast to the academic year of two-thousand-seven-to-eight being officially completed!"
clink!
clink!
clink!
the staff room meant for the kindergarten teachers had been packed. the teachers sat around a squared table, drinks in hand and food scattered around as though the queen were to arrive at any passing second. some teachers were standing up, others were sitting. all, however, had made a toast to the end of the academic year.
the main two teachers of both classes had sat together at the head of the stable: miss huckleberry and miss turner. every other teacher that had played the role as the assistant or substitute had been present too.
"can we talk about how this was probably the hardest year to manage?" said miss huckleberry, but only after taking a giant gulp of whatever sparkling drink she'd chosen to quench her thirst.
there were several murmurs of agreement. mr adams (who had been a consecutive substitute for miss huckleberry's class during september) had practically shouted out his agreement.
"you don't know how many times i had to deal with a child crying because they've got 'the booger touch'," miss huckleberry announced, sighing.
"what even is that?" one of the first aid nurses asked.
"i wish i knew."
a lot of the teachers laughed, speaking in hushed tones on their theories of what the 'booger touch' is and how it even started. the teacher assistant for miss huckleberry's class had spoken up during that time.
"wait, but, can i tell you what i found the most weirdest thing back in... i don't know... october-ish?"
she tucked a messy strand of her ginger hair behind her ears as the others looked up with mild interest.
"the oddest pair on this planet," she'd started, "megumi and y/n."
"no you mean y/n and megumi," laughed miss turner, who had finally voiced her own opinion seeing as the two kids had been in her class for the previous year; meanwhile there'd been a chorus of laughter and yells of agreement from all the other teachers.
"yep, for sure —"
"never thought i'd see them being friends —"
"two completely different people —"
"wait, wait! wait! was megumi the kid with that grumpy face twenty-four-seven?" asked mr jenkins, raising the hand that was holding his glass of champagne to emphasise his confusion.
the teachers nodded in response; he laughed boisterously.
"yeah i never saw that coming, that kid never wanted to play with anyone!"
miss turner smiled. "he was a little... anti-social."
"he was more than anti-social," interrupted miss huckleberry. "i had to deal with so many crying kids because of him."
"i don't know how he ended up being friends with y/n of all people," said ms begum, adjusting the green hijab on her head. she had been the substitute for miss turner's class whenever she'd been ill.
"right?" laughed mr adams.
miss huckleberry shook her head. "that kid was a menace."
"oh don't say that!" scolded miss turner, tapping miss huckleberry's arm firmly. "she was so bubbly and funny!"
"but it makes sense!" said the first aid nurse, picking up a chocolate cupcake and taking a small bite out of it.
several teachers disagreed, shaking their heads and voicing their thoughts.
"no, hear — hear me out!" she called out, struggling to speak with the cupcake. she swallowed and then continued. "y/n was always really loud and social and talkative and — you get the idea, but megumi wasn't. for lack of better word, y/n was a menace on her own but megumi wasn't exactly like that... and when they ended up being friends —"
"i see it now," hummed ms begum, pouring herself some of the apple juice. "does everyone remember the veera incident?"
she had barely completed the last syllable before the teachers had spoken over each other again, loud and excited. miss turner laughed, but miss huckleberry had rolled her eyes.
"do i remember? i had to deal with the mother!" she exclaimed, her drink now completely finished. she poured herself another full glass.
"before y/n got moved to your class," said the nurse, gesturing to miss turner, "any time veera came over, the kids were fine. megumi was fine."
"okay but let's be honest," said mr adams, slowly. "that veera child made me want to vomit —"
"william!"
"mr adams!"
"i can't deny it, i'm sorry! it is what it is!" mr adams spoke up over the teachers. "that child needed to learn hygiene first!”
although there were many shouts of protests, it could be heard how weak they'd sounded, almost as though the teachers wanted to disagree, but logically, they could not. picturing the child in question only made mr johnson actually gag.
"but who would you say is worse, y/n or megumi?" asked the teacher assistant. "y/n for sure."
"agreed."
"definitely y/n."
"but y/n's never actually made a kid cry —"
"yes she has!"
"but so has megumi."
"i think the point is," said mrs holly, placing a watermelon slice on her paper plate, "that they are definitely the oddest duo we've seen in teaching so far."
"i think they made the year so much more tiring," sighed miss huckleberry.
following her statement, there were sighs of agreement. some teachers had promptly disagreed, claiming that the duo had, in turn, made teaching a little more fun. miss turner had stated that you were a wonderful addition to her class. ever since you had joined, megumi was a little more spoken.
"but megumi," added mr johnson, pinching the bridge of his nose, "that child — is he even a child?"
mrs holly laughed at that.
"whatever do you mean?" she'd asked, biting back a smile despite her obvious curiosity.
"well we all know his favourite quote," chortled miss turner, actually heartily laughing when some of the teachers had quoted him simultaneously.
"'that's not even real'!"
they all burst into fits of chuckles and laughter, some teachers having lagged behind on the quote and finishing a little while after (mr adams had practically sang the quote).
mrs holly, still chuckling, referred back to her initial question.
"so what about that makes him unlike a regular child?"
"THE KID READS NON-FICTION BOOKS, come on!"
"and i can't remember a single time where we all sat together in a circle for story time and megumi didn't mutter 'that's not even real' — 'birds don't talk' — under his breath," said miss huckleberry, helping herself to some of the desserts placed on the silver platter. "menace."
"can confirm," nodded miss turner. "but i rarely ever had to actually scold him. y/n would do it for me."
"one thing about y/n," said ms begum, trying not to laugh mid-sentence, "was that she always kept megumi in check."
"no," said mr jenkins. "i'd argue that he kept her in check."
"nobody can keep y/n in check. not even her own mother," ms begum responded curtly.
"no, i think that was the issue," said mr adams thoughtfully. "they're both so different, they tried keeping each other in check. but then that always led to them fighting."
"fighting?"
"i thought they were friends?"
"again: odd duo."
mr adams shook his head. "they were weirdos. they'd argue for a second, and then be friends after."
miss turner nodded. "true. did i ever tell you guys about their book wars?"
"no —"
"no? —"
"i've seen it happen," said the first aid nurse. "they'd fight over their favourite books and then because they both have completely different tastes —"
"the only time i can say y/n acts like a normal child," miss huckleberry whispered, her voice hushed.
"— they'd end up actually fighting each other."
the teacher assistant rolled her eyes. "should we all take a guess on who hit who first?"
"y/n —"
"no question: y/n —"
"definitely y/n —"
"ally?" said mrs holly, asking for confirmation from your class teacher: miss turner nodded.
all the adults in the room sighed, laughed, and commented their thoughts: it was mainly not a surprise to either one of them that you chose to get physical first — you were rather 'passionate', as mr jenkins had put it.
"but you know, the surprising thing was," said miss turner, louder than the other voices in the room in order to grab everyone's undivided attention, "megumi seemed to always let her."
mr johnson frowned, walking around the staff room to get the cinnamon rolls on the farthest end of the table. "let her what?"
"hit him," answered miss turner, as each of their faces presented their shock:
miss huckleberry's brows had raised notably, ms begum had tilted her head with her brows furrowed in obvious uncertainty, and mr jenkins' face morphed into an expression that quite literally screamed 'not possible'. but it had not been them who had voiced their thoughts following the amazing revelation.
"i wholeheartedly believe you," said the nurse, nodding her head leisurely. at the sight of all the other unresponsive teachers (save for the murmuring between mr adams and mrs holly), the nurse had decided that an explanation was due. "back in january, you know james? the kid with the buzzcut?"
the other teachers nodded, some remained unacquainted with said boy yet waved their hands to have the nurse continue anyway.
"he hit megumi over something stupid — can't remember. but megumi didn't just let that slide: i had a sobbing james sitting in my office with a bruised up eye!"
"yes, i remember that," mumbled miss turner, a hand on her chin as she rested her elbow on the table; meanwhile the others were gasping and exchanging odd looks. "not my favourite megumi moment, to be fair."
"he could have done the same to y/n," shrugged the nurse. "i know he could."
"arguably, y/n is a scary girl," said mr john, lowly. "what — don't look at me like that — she terrified me sometimes! and i've seen the way she fought that other kid — what's his name —"
"clarke!" said miss huckleberry, "yes, it was clarke!"
"irrespective of who she's beaten up," tutted the nurse, rolling her grey eyes, "it's clear that megumi has always had the potential to do what he did to james, to her. he just never did."
"that's why i said she kept him in check," added ms begum, a finality in her tone as she gazed at mr jenkins with a raised brow.
"anyway, when y/n moved to your class, ally, i never bothered trying to get her back," said miss huckleberry, pushing her glass of whatever sparkling drink she'd chosen away from herself.
"i could tell," miss turner responded, smiling despite it all.
mr adams laughed. "i still don't know how she somehow managed to sneak back into your class and throw apple juice on —"
the very person you'd thrown apple juice on (and accused them of pissing themselves) had now looked up, alert and embarrassed. the teacher assistant who you had declared war on months prior now felt tears welling up in her eyes as she stood up, glaring at mr adams as everyone averted their gazes awkwardly.
"we all promised not to ever mention that again," she said, bottom lip wobbling as she walked around the table to get to the door despite all the teachers calling her back. she ignored them as she reached the door.
"oh, come on, poppy!"
"he didn't mean it like that —"
"yeah, come back!"
"why would you mention something like that?" she weeped, her face a dark shade of red that did much to conceal her dotted freckles. she opened the door, her body half-in and half-out. "why would you say that when you know it surrounds us all in negativity —"
but before mr adams could backtrack on his comment (and his laughter) the teacher assistant had already left the room.
they all sighed:
even after your departure, you had still managed to cause problems somehow.
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next chapter :)
notes: chapter 2 will take a little while to get out but i swear it will be released at some point!
© tojiscrack (previously ack4rwoman)
i do not own any of the characters of jjk, i only own the character of y/n and her mother. the other characters belong to gege akutami.
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jweekgoji · 1 month ago
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[BW] Yandere!Dinobot/Reader [hcs/thoughts]
tw/tags: heat cycle, yandere themes, mentions of stalking, jealousy, possessiveness, a tinyy bit suggestive. word count: ~700 a/n: born to obsess over underrated characters forced to yap about the popular one (but I'm joking, I love them all, I'm just sad that Beast Wars is not talked about as much as other shows).
some quick thoughts in between requests because if I don't express it now, i will forget about it.
okay hear me out on...yandere Dinobot. I know Beast Wars is not really popular in the fandom, but oh my god, this ugly handsome man
we all saw that maximals/predacons share those animalistic traits that are connected to their beast modes. Rattrap likes to chew on scrap, Cheetor acts like a cat and even meows, Tigatron considers white tigers as some kind of family; Tarantulas and Blackarachnia have that rivalry for obvious reasons (bad for him).
it would be funny if they also had some type of cybertronian heat cycles.
even though Dinobot is heavily influenced by Jurassic Park velociraptors, I still feel like he'd act like a big bird rather than a lizard. or something in between, of course.
Yandere!Dinobot is overprotective and snappy as hell, to the point he considers even other maximals as a potential danger to you. Unlike more rational bots, Dinobot has no shame at all. It would cost him an arm and a leg to admit it to you, but he's actually jealous. Of what? There's no need to find any reason to explain his behavior once the season starts.
Yandere!Dinobot is vocal; he will growl, hiss and snap his teeth at anyone who tries to approach his mate. All maximals know that it's not the time to come near the two of you, but the unrespectful predacons...I'm a sucker for duos, their possibilities, and to imagine the dynamic between Megatron/Dinobot, both trying to court the poor reader.
But once the two of you are alone, I can see him having those rare moments where Dinobot lets himself relax. Most of the time he's in a constant state of alert, the dangerous mix of his primal instincts and  that warrior code of his just tells him to take you somewhere far-far away, so no maximal or predacon will get you. So maybe he can rest just for a little with you next to him. Dinobot definitely makes soft purrs, even to his own surprise.
Yandere!Dinobot is a stalker. Maybe, when it's just the start of the relationship between the two of you, he will try to somehow justify it, at least. Like, “I am just testing your skills, a true warrior must be always alert. You don't know when the predacons attack you next” , but the more you grow closer to him, the more he lets himself be a tiny bit warmer to you “You should not wander off alone. Stick closer to me”.
Read it, and don't forget a little personal nickname he has for you, which he adds at the end of the sentence.
It will also be funny to imagine Dinobot being a little too invested in building a nest. It also gets more awkward if your beast mode is some far different species. Why would he need to collect your stuff from your room? And why is he so adamant about you always staying in his room? He is holding you so tightly that you practically have no chance but to stay. So clueless!
“Is that [...] from my quarters?”
“Just be quiet and start recharging, you irresistible fool!”
Dinobot himself is a little embarrassed too if you start asking too many questions. He doesn't like being all vulnerable, even though he trusts you very much to know that you will never make fun of him. His own mind is clouded with not so innocent thoughts, and it actually becomes a big problem when he tries to focus on his training or fighting.
I don't think Dinobot would try to attract you with those silly dances reptiles/birds do to impress their mates, but when he is in his beast mode, you can definitely notice his tail wagging just a little bit when you're around. Rattrap probably picks on it faster than you and teases Dinobot about it until the two start fighting again.
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2-years-of-kp · 10 months ago
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Happy two years of KinnPorsche The Series and welcome to this year's anniversary event!
In celebration of the show and us as a fandom, this event will host prompts and a rewatch, so we can enjoy the show once more, and to encourage creativity and new creations for its second anniversary. Starting from April 9th, the event will run across 28 days; dedicating two days to each episode and one prompt pair as listed below.
Any and all creations are welcome! You don't have to follow the prompts, they are just here to give you some inspiration if you'd like.
Make sure to use the tag #kpanniversary2024 on any anniversary-related posts so we can reblog them to this blog and feel free to add your writing to the Kinnporsche Two Year Anniversary collection on AO3 as well!
Got any questions? Feel free to send an ask!
REWATCH SCHEDULE
Apr 9-10: Episode 1
Apr 11-12: Episode 2
Apr 13-14: Episode 3
Apr 15-16: Episode 4
Apr 17-18: Episode 5
Apr 19-20: Episode 6
Apr 21-22: Episode 7
Apr 23-24: Episode 8
Apr 25-26: Episode 9
Apr 27-28: Episode 10
Apr 29-30: Episode 11
May 1-2: Episode 12
May 3-4: Episode 13
May 5-6: Episode 14
PROMPTS
List 1: Your Favourites
Ep 1 - Apr 9-10: Favourite Main Character
Ep 2 - Apr 11-12: Favourite Supporting Character
Ep 3 - Apr 13-14: Favourite Episode
Ep 4 - Apr 15-16: Favourite Location/Set
Ep 5 - Apr 17-18: Underrated Character
Ep 6 - Apr 19-20: Favourite Romantic Relationship
Ep 7 - Apr 21-22: Favourite Platonic/Familial Relationship
Ep 8 - Apr 23-24: Favourite Scene
Ep 9 - Apr 25-26: Favourite Outfit
Ep 10 - Apr 27-28: Underrated Ship
Ep 11 - Apr 29-30: Favourite Family
Ep 12 - May 1-2: Favourite Parallel
Ep 13 - May 3-4: Underrated Quote
Ep 14 - May 5-6: Your Choice!
List 2: Your Interpretation
Ep 1 - Apr 9-10: Fate
Ep 2 - Apr 11-12: Misfit
Ep 3 - Apr 13-14: Heroes
Ep 4 - Apr 15-16: Tension
Ep 5 - Apr 17-18: Regret
Ep 6 - Apr 19-20: Comfort
Ep 7 - Apr 21-22: Heist
Ep 8 - Apr 23-24: Haunting
Ep 9 - Apr 25-26: Trust
Ep 10 - Apr 27-28: Manipulate
Ep 11 - Apr 29-30: Villains
Ep 12 - May 1-2: Identity
Ep 13 - May 3-4: Secrets
Ep 14 - May 5-6: Legacy
RULES AND GUIDELINES
Any kind of creations (fics, drabbles, fanart, edits, gifs, videos, etc.) are welcome!
Use the tag #kpanniversary2024 so your creation can be reblogged to this blog.
Be respectful of other people; this event is no space for negativity.
Mature and NSFW content is welcome, but must be tagged properly - both on Tumblr and on AO3.
Feel free to skip days, only participate for one day, etc. however you like!
You can participate in the prompts, the rewatch or both - it is up to you!
Late submissions are allowed.
One prompt or a combination of both prompts can be used, and all prompts are open to personal interpretation.
Multiple creations per prompt/prompt pair are welcome!
You do not have to follow the prompts, any creations during the course of the event are welcome.
Since this event is meant to celebrate the show itself, no actor content or behind the scenes content will be reblogged.
DISCLAIMER
This event has drawn inspiration from the previous year's anniversary event, as well as Kinnporsche Week in 2022.
Happy creating!
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amarisrosalette · 6 months ago
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Hey, don’t you think it’s a coincidence that this year’s Father’s Day is in correlation with Venti’s birthday? Look.
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Let me rant.
The fact that it’s also Venti’s birthday is no coincidence to me, because Venti is technically a “father” in a sense.
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I would like to add more photos where Venti was actively playing his role as an archon but the sources are a little difficult to find again because they’re mostly statements and quotes from the game.
Although not a “father” in a literal sense, we can safely say that he is a dedicated god to Mondstadt, and looks after them in a way a father would. He dotes on them regularly, as seen many times in various events and quests such as with the case of Klee or Sister Grace in Kaeya’s hangout event. He thinks of Mondstadt as his children and actively does what he can to help from the sidelines, and bring about little changes of hope.
He also values his children’s wishes and never tries to dilute or shame them for it, regardless of how “childish” it might look as seen in Klee’s case, showing that he viewed them as growing individuals, not people deserving to be punished. Speaking of such things, Venti was also betrayed several times by his children like the Lawrence clan straying from their oath to freedom and rise to tyranny, and from Signora despising him and outright disrespecting him while stealing his Gnosis. Yet, he had so much graciousness to still consider them children of Mondstadt, and that takes a lot of strength than people might think. His love is unconditional and flows in everything he does for his people.
There were so many times when Venti had treated Mondstadt and the Traveler with nothing but kindness, but gets repayed and portrayed by the fandom as nothing more than a lazy drunkard or a “useless” archon. Venti is such an underrated character but gets awfully mischaracterized by the fandom and his character is understood as nothing outside of his alcoholism.
People can come at me for this but I partially blame Paimon for misleading people with the drunken bard jokes, and for the rest of the fandom for having NO media literacy to even scour for the actual lore of his character. I swear some people can be so dense-minded when it comes to characterization.
Going back to my point, I’m saying that if we just remove the close-mindedness to his character and look deep enough, we’ll see that Venti truly is a wonderfully written character on the inside and deserves much more than the treatment he’s getting.
Venti’s done so much for his people, and for that he truly deserves to be recognized as a father in this special day. I’m waiting for people to recognize this and maybe write or draw more content of him being a father figure to his children in Mondstadt.
Venti deserves the title of a father because he loves his children like one.
People I wanna tag just because: @ventisslut @carmendeiact2whenplz @windcarvedlyre @lanternlightss (feel free to share your thoughts in the tags!)
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neapolitism · 2 months ago
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⊢⠀⠀ ִ ⠀⠀🍨˚⠀⠀sugarbakeries: the event!ㅤ┈⠀⊹
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firstly, thank u guys SO much for 100 !! i really am thankful 100 of you guys enjoy my underrated moodboards 💝 as promised, the neapolitism fandom name will be decided! this event (if you couldn't tell) will be themed around one of my top 10 fav sanrio charas, sugarbunnies! (´▽ʃ♡ƪ)
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ଘ(˵╹-╹)━☆ㅤ🥮˚⠀⠀❷⠀⠀how2join⠀⠀❀ᐢ..ᐢ
ㅤㅤㅤ ♫︎ㅤ⠀🥛⊹⠀⠀like + rb this post, tag 1-4 people who you think would enjoy this event & comment “joining” + ur fav ice cream flavour!
ㅤㅤᕱ⑅ᕱㅤ ⠀🍥⊹⠀⠀msg me a number 1-15 to get your sugarbunnies character! incorporate the chara you got into your mb and don't forget to tag me! (if you want to add your fav ice cream flavour is optional)
ㅤㅤㅤ ♫︎ㅤ⠀🗨️⊹⠀⠀your mb must be 95% made by you! using f2u locs, dividers and images are allowed but copying mbs entirely will result in a disqualification!
remember to use the tag ↓
🍨˚ㅤㅤ⊹ ㅤsugarbakeries: the event!ㅤ♬⁶
⺌ㅤ🍰ㅤ⠀˚ㅤㅤ𓂂⠀⠀the event will conclude on november 10. please let me know if you need more time!
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@i8maya @n-americano @kthice @y-unrei
@sugarish @hyetart @luvsarangs @kgirls
@sxgarhan @thyein @c-heriis @floriseu
@jinyeon @flaireur @fairytopea @nikist-4-n
@bitchey @reiminders @awwriri @taroism
@p-oisn @nakv @haesite @7ves @baesol + more people i didn't have the guts to tag
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mcyt-yuri-week · 1 year ago
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Welcome to MCYT Yuri Week!
This event is mostly just to add some sapphic works to the mcyt fandom, as I’ve found it’s all criminally underrated in comparison to the mlm here.
There are no rules that I can think of, though if you’d like to send questions in, feel free! Just try to keep in mind that this week is to add more sapphic works into the world, so please try to keep all the mlm ships that are gender swapped to the day made for it! Of course, I’m also not the boss of you and even I will be having some that are multiple prompts and labelling them as one specific day - this is just a reminder as to what the heart of the week is!
Our archive is available here so you can look at all the amazing work people have done so far :D
The first week, MCYT Yuri Week 2023, ran from Monday November 6th to Sunday November 12th!
The prompts, in order, are:
6th: Dance/Break
7th: Au/Post canon
8th: Hurt/Comfort
9th: Genderbend/Transgendered
10th: Rarepair
11th: Sleep/Party
12th: Free day
Tag your creations with #mcytyuriweek2023 and also @ us here, please! We’re more likely to see it if we’re tagged.
If you would like to speak to a mod privately, you can dm mod LE at @eyelessfog!
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youredreamingofroo · 8 months ago
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LOVE TRAIN INBOUND !! 🚂💨💨
This is inspired by @acuar-io !! Thank you for doing this and THANK YOU FOR THE TAG!! (even tho it didnt tag me properly 🤧)
Tumblr is silly and while I will tag ppl, I know not everyone will be properly tagged, so if u see this, skim thru the list for your name ESPECIALLY if your my mutual ! 🫶
To start off, I just wanna say that Fae (acuar-io) has some absolutely STUNNING sims, it's hard to exactly word it, but their sims are SUPER recognizable, and their saves (Snow flower, Cozy save, etc) are SO nicely edited, so aesthetically pleasing to the eyes 🫶😩
@oshinsimblr is the reason why I started storytelling (even before my simblr time) and why I try and find a story-related reason on why my sims/characters do certain things, her videos are also SO comforting and i love her lovesick series!!! and of course, @minimooberry the whole inspo for this simblr and why I render in blender!
@mattodore and @cinamun are AMAZING simblrs if u want rich storytelling and/or well-thought out characters, River has inspired me to really tear into my characters and give them more personality, and cina just genuinely makes such realistic characters and the tea is ALWAYS hot and simblr aside, she has very good takes >:P
@groovetrys and @circusjuney have been around on my blog and as my mutuals for a LONG time and they really are some of my biggest hype people, lori has an AMAZING legacy going on with her sim, Melody, and u should DEF check it out, and june makes the most amazing clown sims 🥹 theyre always so pretty and STUNNINGGGG
-> To add onto the above category, id also consider @miralure as one of my biggest hype ppl!!! Although they havent been around as long as june and lori, they always hype me up and it makes me stupid happy 😭 they make REALLY good lookbooks and i love their sim style SMMMM
if u dont know about @rebouks what are you DOING with your simblr-life, bc becca has some of the most human-feeling story/dialogue, i always get a stupid sappy smile on my face when i read her story posts
@jarakio has an AMAZING story called Girls with Guns and its prolly my fav story that ive read on simblr, the dialogue? amazing, the poses? amazing, the vibes? AMAZING, i'm ALWAYS hooked in whenever i see GwG pop up on my dash
@stellarfalls just HAD to be on this list are u kidding me????? Bree has a PHENOMENAL save called Valley, even tho there's no dialogue, each image and gif speaks more than words could, she's inspired me to kick up the quality of my posts and also start making gifs, I also consider her to be one of my biggest hype ppl, she always be coming in with the best compliments 🥹🫶
@torissims !!! She makes BEAUTIFUL posts, her blog is very yellow and orange and i LOVE IT, she pulls a lot of inspo from Studio Ghibli and even tho ive never seen any SG Movies, I can just see and feel the inspo, shes def underrated af 🥹
@amburgundy has BEAUTIFUL builds, and they dont just do TS4, they also make builds in other sims games!! (u did a phenomenal job with Madi's legacy house amber 🤝) I LOVE the clutter and they always looks so cozy 😭
@flovoid is another one of my hypemen LMFAOOO bro you and your tags literally make me so happy, i LOVE reading them. Flo makes AMAZING SIMS, and you should check out literally ALL of their sims, especially their sims Roo and Norman from Majima Land (first post under my Roo tag is me reacting to one of their posts with Roo and Norman, funniest introduction to a blog ever), Also their sim, Draco Almond??? He's got me tucking my hair behind my ear... 🫦🫦
@elderwisp has some of the most immaculate editing ive ever seen, the lighting, the vibes, the dialogue, the poses, the expressions, i be eating those posts up like im fine dining 😩😩
@changingplumbob is so chill, I love how much passion she has for her rotations, and her love for cats?? Perfect mutual to have, I also literally LOVE reading her behind the scenes posts, they're literally so funny 😭😭
@tricoufamily and @dejasenti99 make absolutely phenomenal renders, like if theres any renders on simblr that im gonna recognize immediately, its these two's renders, they're genuinely more HQ than my fucking eyes 😭😭
-> Also Nat (Missatan) makes incredibly HQ renders as well, these three are like... my biggest blender render inspos...
@buttertrait @missatan @virtualfolk @pearlean @claudtrait all have BEAUTIFUL sim styles, butter's is very unique, i know they arent really a sims 4 blog anymore but i ALWAYS recognize butter's sims when i see them on my dash and I genuinely love their sim style sm. Nat (Missatan) has SUCH a gorgeous sim style, you've heard of them hips dont lie, well her sims' lips dont lie 😩🫦 Virt (Virtualfolk) and Sam's (pearlean) sim styles are SO animated (if that makes sense), they're like eye-candy. Den (claudtrait), like Nat, has a sim style with the most luscious lips and poutiest faces ive ever seen and are just SOO pleasing to look at, like i just feel blessed in the eyes when i see their sims
@yukikocloud 's Apricot save and storytelling is incredibly reminiscent of Bree's posts, and I just LOVE looking at and reading her story posts, this post in particular just absolutely captivated me, I was drawn in and just get so giddy seeing the Apricot save pop up on my dash 🥹
@alientown @venriliz @nefarrilou @druidberries @machinegrl make STUNNINGGGGG occult (or cyber/robotic in Baja/Machinegrl's instance) sims. Nef always makes beautiful sims for their Cryptid "series", im just in AWE when i see their cryptids... Ven and Ana (alientown) both always make absolutely gorgeous alien sims and they also just have very unique/beautiful sim styles 😍 Baja's cyber girlies are just >>>>>>>>>>>>> I love her whole dystopian/cyber theme, its literally so good and so cool, and her Deadstars series? SO good. Alexis' (druidberries) elowen is so pretty, and her sim style, especially with occults, is just MWAH chefs kiss, literal eye candy
@swallowprettybird is just one of the sweetest people on simblr, I love reading what she has to say about mine and others' posts, and she makes amazingggg posts, I loved that one national geographic inspired post with the zebra, it was so well done
@softle0 makes some absolutely stunning builds, they always look so lived in, so cozy and I would ABSOLUTELY live in pretty much every single build they make
and honorable mentions to @droolski @felysline @pamsimmerstories @swiftviolets @weirdosalike @mushbop @calicosimgirl @shadowtrait and @seriallovertrait because I feel like they're all SO underrated, they're all passionate about their own stuff and I just love seeing their posts, and if you're seeing this, FOLLOW THEM 🫵🫵
Thank you Fae (acuar-io) once again for starting this train up, I love seeing stuff like this and it's so sweet to see what everyone has to say about one another, I may have spent 1 or 2 hours doing this, but it was INCREDIBLY well spent to be able to admire and appreciate all these people, them and every other simblr person, whether i follow them or not, deserve every last drop of love and appreciation genuinely
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twirlymarimo · 4 months ago
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since you've read a lot of zs fics, could you recommend some? like specifically ones that you think are underrated 👀
hi! this ask is so exciting to me, thanks for sending! i’m fairly new to the zs fandom but been reading fics for about 8-9 months straight so yes haha you could say i’ve read a lot 😆
to preface my recos, i like zsz so i dont mind anything 💚💛
anyway, here’s my list of underrated fics (underrated for me is like under 500 kudos and please mind the tags on some of them):
1. him by lostmathmajor - one of my first parenting au fics and i think about this fic from time to time. it's incomplete sadly but i'll wait for the author to update forever! what i love about it is how you feel zoro's desperation and pining for sanji through his actions and it extends to sanji's daughter. ugh you just have to read it.
2. at last, i see the light by anxietyismymoralcompass - tangled au! this was such a good adaptation of my fave disney princess movie <3
3. never grow a wishbone by peacesigndisasterbi - set post laughtale where sanji and zoro reaches their goal. i loved the angst and yearning in this plus the fantasy plot was so good too!
4. a sip of sunlight by greenyogurtelephant - such a cute little oneshot. very summer-y, i read it recently when i was in the mood for something bright. i imagined like an italian countryside or some wine country areas in northern california.
5. stuck in your throat by fruityumbrella - val writes one of the best dialogues ugghhhh read everything they write!!!
6. let's go to bed by fantasmagorial - so soft and fluffy....very comforting. i read this when i was having trouble sleeping lmao
7. i got this feeling by harubo - i know, this author is very popular in the fandom but this one fic of theirs is not as popular i think. i really loved it cause i have a pet as well and used to run an IG page for him so i related hahah
8. tin lover by riotoftime & aevv - ongoing, im kinda shy to add this but i am hooked....the writing style and dialogue are so good and distinct because each character is developed/written by different authors!
i unfortunately don't have an ao3 account so i've lost most of the fics i've read but i've learned to keep track now! if anybody has any underrated fic recs as well, feel free to add!
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tirxie · 2 months ago
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HAIIIEE.. ITS MY 200 FOLLOWER EVENT (^∇^)!,,, I was planning to do one at 150 followers, but it seemed too close to the 100,,, so 200 will have to do! About the same rules as the first event but if you need a reminder!!
EDIT 10/19/24 : The event starts next week which would be on the 21st. It will end on the 29th. However, I will add 3 extra days for people who need to catch up.
You NEED to @ me. I will not be able to see your submission and/or ignore it.
You aren’t required to do all events, but to get counted for the winners, you MUST do all.
Tagging #tirxie event helps with getting your events faster to me for me to admire.
Any sort of edits are allowed.
Since it’s 200, I’ll add 8 days since that’s half of 4 which I did for 100 followers.
DAY 1 . Goth or gloomy style
DAY 2 . Underrated character
DAY 3 . Rarepair/underrated ship
DAY 4 . Unusual style from your own
DAY 5 . Something Irl or culturally themed
DAY 6 . Based on a season
DAY 7 . Based on an animal and/or insect
DAY 8 . One of your kinnies or beloveds
taglist: @bwotherly @wavyskies @wardyens @winecovered @ethereabun @rosecanvs @rrozeta @rwuffles @shatteredwindoww @doll-mine @frilliette @gothpoke @knife-wielding @l4verdoe @countessbabyangel @vinylbunni @necroangelz @motherlove
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vodika-vibes · 9 months ago
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hello!!! i would like to request something for the follower event please! i would like to request aquamarine with wrecker in fall please! i also want wrecker to be emotionally intelligent please! i feel like it’s something that’s very underrated abt him.
i was thinking about something where the reader is the medic to the bad batch, who has been recently heartbroken so horribly by an ex that she’s given up on love entirely. then wrecker comes along being his lovable, caring, and joyous self and the reader can feel herself falling for him. but because of her history with love, she tries to close herself off from him.
wrecker, who has been falling in love with the reader, can see that something is wrong, and tries to help but receives a cold shoulder. eventually wrecker confesses his feelings for the reader, and the reader tells wrecker that she feels the same but is scared about getting hurt again. wrecker reassures her that he is not going to break her heart, and tells her that love is about taking a leap of faith.
so the reader takes that leap of faith and it ends with the reader and wrecker having their first kiss!
absolutely no rush to get this finished btw! thank you so much, and i hope you have a wonderful day/night!!
I Can Fix That
Summary: Wrecker knows that the pretty Doctor has sworn off love. She’s never been shy about that, or about how awfully her ex treated her. But, he’s pretty sure that he can fix this.
Pairing: TBB Wrecker x F!Reader
Word Count: 652
Prompts: Aquamarine - Healing Love
Warnings: Implications of a previous abusive relationship, though there's no details
Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly
A/N: Sorry that this took so long! I needed to come up with a good idea, and I think I finally found one. Also, I couldn't add in all of the details, due to my self-imposed word limit, but the implications are there.
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“You need some help, Doc?” Wrecker asks with a grin as he knocks on the door to the medbay on the Marauder, “I’ve got nothing to do and Hunter told me to make myself useful.”
She frowns at him, though Wrecker can tell it’s not because she’s annoyed with him, so much as the situation, “I’m actually all set here, Wrecker. So long as no one gets hurt, it’ll stay that way.”
“Well, you know what Tech is like.”
She pauses, and then makes a face and turns to pull some bandages out from over the sink, “Honestly, for such a smart man you’d think that he’d be able to pay more attention.”
Wrecker grins, “He does pay attention. To his project.”
“You’re not helping.”
He laughs, “Sorry, sorry.” He settles on one of the chairs and stretches his legs out, “In any event, as soon as Tech finishes the repairs we can get out of here. I’m not a huge fan of how humid it is.”
She shoots him an odd look, “I mean, I don’t like it either. But why do you dislike it so much?”
Wrecker’s grin widens and he smooths his hand over his head, “It’ll ruin my hair.”
A startled laugh falls from her pretty lips, and Wrecker’s wide grin softens. He’s glad that she’s not giving him the cold shoulder anymore, it makes flirting with her so much easier.
Her laughter subsides after a few moments, but a few giggles still escape her lips, “You’re such a goof, Wrecker.”
“Well, someone on this ship has to be funny, it might as well be me.” He folds his arms over his chest, “You know,” Wrecker says slowly after a moment, “We’re going back to Ord Mantell after this.”
“Yeah, I remember.”
“Well, there’s this nice little food stall, they sell these little pancake things with desserts in the middle-?”
“You mean crepes?” She asks.
“Yeah, I think that’s what they’re called.” He watches her closely, “You want to get some with me?”
She pauses, and there’s a flash of uncertainty on her face.
“No judgment if you don’t, Firefly.” Wrecker adds, his voice gentle, “I know that your ex and his actions make dating hard, make trusting people hard-”
“I don’t want to talk about it, Wrecker-”
He holds up a hand, “Let me talk, please?”
She settles, though the look of uncertainty lingers on her face.
“Thank you.” Wrecker pauses to collect his thoughts, “I love you. You’re…amazing. You’re smart and kind and funny and good. And you’re so afraid of being hurt that you refuse to even consider a relationship.”
She ducks her head, her hands clutching the hem of her jacket.
“And that’s fine. I have no idea of the kind of stuff your ex put you through, but I can guess.” Wrecker leans in, “This is me making sure that you know that I’m interested. And me letting you know that I’m a patient man and I can wait until you’re ready for a relationship.”
She blinks at him, startled.
“So, what do you say? Want to get crepes with me? Just as friends, no more.”
She’s quiet for a long time, long enough that Wrecker starts to think that she’s going to turn him down, but then her grip loosens on the hem of her jacket, “Do you remember if they had fruit crepes?”
And Wrecker grins, “You know, I think they do.”
“Well, in that case…” She won’t meet his gaze, “I do like crepes. And I like spending time with you.”
“Then it’s a date.” Her gaze snaps up, and he grins, “A friend date, but a date all the same.” Wrecker pushes to his feet, “Now, I have to go. I was supposed to be helping Tech.”
She blinks, and then laughs, “Wrecker!”
“What? You’re so much better to look at than my own brother. See you later, Doc!”
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stargyataowo · 3 months ago
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I know there's alot of October drawing things so I made one for the bugbo Fandom !! ^_^
INTRODUCING ...
BUG-TOBER 2024 !!
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Can yiu guys tell i started running out of ideas by the end...😥
IF ANYONE ENDS UP DOING THIS PLEASE USE THE TAG #bugtober2024 SO I CAN CHECK IT OUT !!
( if yiu post it on tt or twt use the same tag !! )
Typed version of the prompts below !!
1. Halloween Costume
2. Randomized Bug (use a bug generator site for this !! ^^)
3. Bug Native To You
4. Bugbo Oc
5. Invasive Bug
6. Bugsona
7. Flyswatter
8. Least Favorite Bug
9. Marketable Plushie
10. Pun ( ex : silverFISH , WOLF spider )
11. Cool Looking Bug
12. Bug You Find Outside Your House
13. Home Invading Pest ( ex : fleas , ants , flys )
14. Crossover ( bugbo ocs meeting canon chars !! )
15. Scary Bug
16. Gijinka
17. Non–Bug Bugbo Oc!!
18. Ship
19. Moth
20. Fav Non Bugbo Char Turned Into Bug
21. Colony Queen ( ex : queen bee , queen ant )
22. Underrated Bugbo Char
23. Screenshot Redraw
24. FORBUGSONLY Post
25. Bugbo Au
26. Add Bug Oc To A Bugbo Scene
27. Pretty Princess ^_^
28. Animation Meme
29. Use Opposite Media ( ex : Digital artists draw traditional , trad artists draw Digital !! )
30. Trick Or Treat
31. HAPPY HALLOWEEN !!!
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trashquisitor-shirozora · 11 months ago
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underrated dinluke fics/authors? we always hear about the same ones but you're chill so do you have anyone new?
Hello there! I'll admit, I haven't read much new dinluke since I started writing for the fandom... 3 years ago oh god jfc. We also now have years' worth of dinluke fics to trawl through on AO3, so I had to dig/ask around for recs. I'm also bringing back my go-to rec list that features mainly older authors and includes fics/writers I would've already recced. I know other rec lists crossed my dash dedicated to exactly the underrated fics/authors you speak of BUT I'M BOO BOO THE FOOL AND DIDN'T REBLOG/TAG THOSE REC LISTS APPARENTLY.
My Go-To Din/Luke Rec List: Your Friendly Neighborhood DinLuke Fic Rec Masterpost
A recommended author: objectlesson (filtered for Din/Luke fics)
wreck my plans, that's my man by casuallysavingtheworld
What the Water Gave Us by kappa77
If anyone knows the rec lists I speak of, please reblog with links to those lists! If anyone has additional fics and authors they believe are underrated and deserve more love, please add them!
Thanks for stopping by, Anon!
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rochenn · 4 months ago
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ohh hello there 🍈+ 🫐
Eyyy thank you! :D
🍈 Who’s your blorbo and what are some of your favorite headcanons/ideas about them that repeatedly show up in your fics? Free pass to rant about blorbo opinions.
Am I supposed to choose just one blorber? Cruel, but also LET'S FUCKING GOOOO
Dooku. Man. To get some technical stuff out of the way, I think he has a castle in the Serennian hills that isn't an egg-shaped chrome dome. A *really* nice one made of painted stones and wood. Old. Full of portraits of his ancestors and with a stupid whimsical garden that has only become more whimsical ever since he stopped hiring people to trim it. I also think he has a room full of traditional swords in there. Steel blades, all types of lengths and edges, and he knows how to wield each and every one of them to perfection. That room has been collecting dust for a while, though. It comes up in Gone with the Light and I'm VERY excited to write that segment! Hehe
And I just love his inner world - or lack thereof. Old fuck in a castle who can't seem to keep anyone around for one reason or another, but he never makes himself acknowledge the pattern that's so obviously there. His internal monologue is so tasty to write, partially because he's his only hypeman, and also because he has no idea who he is unless he forces himself into the Sith grindset. That way, he doesn't have to think about all the painful stuff so much. Between the genuine revolutionary intent of his younger days, his Jedi upbringing of even younger ones and his present holding on to Sith teachings for dear life, he is lost. There is so much MEAT to him and whatever the hell is going on inside that thick skull man <3 The loneliness and denial always comes up in some way
Also, a more basic headcanon: he's a BIG eater. That body needs a lot of energy even in his old age, considering its dimensions and what he does with it. Back when Qui-Gon hit his growth spurt they could hit a pantry the way the locusts hit the fields of Egypt - in contrast, Dooku deliberately under-eats in official company. Diplomatic dinners, long-winded negotiation meetings, the days he inevitably has to spend with Sidious, you name it. The Republic has an abundance of overly indulgent Senators and Count Dooku, leader of the Confederacy, very much does not want a reputation like Orn Free Taa's. Whenever we see him in canon there's a 50/50 chance of him being hungry as fuck (I am convinced of this because it amuses me greatly)
🫐 What’s your favorite underrated thing in your fandom? (A ship that only you seem to write for, a character there’s almost no fics about, a trope that criminally hasn’t been written yet, etc.)
DEFINITELY the Dooku & Asajj dynamic! It's the sort of juicy but under-developed part of canon that you'd expect to have a couple hundred fics, and among them some of those lifechanging longfics. You know the type. But tragedy strikes... we're not getting that for these two. There's barely anything. I am planning to rectify that because they make me insane and I need to drag more people into the insanity pit with me until the numbers add up. I swear I'm already following every single person who has ever been unwell about them in the character tags augh
Thank you for the ask! <3
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sadiegirl2021 · 3 months ago
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Writing tag game by @bonecarversbestie !
Describe your writing process from idea to posting/publishing?
I have a notes app called EasyNotes where I jot down all my ideas as I get them; bits of dialogue I think would work in a fic, interactions between characters (which always come to me just as I'm about to drift off to sleep) and very, very rough outlines of chapters.
Then, I'll word vomit onto a doc and copy in any notes I had.
Because I'm better at dialogue than describing the scene, I'll write out all of that first and then work from there to flesh it out. Like starting with the skeleton.
Once I have the first draft done, I start my editing process. I go paragraph by paragraph correcting spelling and grammar (I have a Chrome extension called LanguageTool), and then I play the whole chapter through another Chrome extension called Read Aloud. Because of my ADHD, it can be difficult to catch all my errors by reading alone, so hearing it out loud helps A LOT! Would recommend it. (Although the voices used are hilarious. Hearing your smut scene's read out by a monotone robot is slightly traumatising 😂)
Once I'm happy with a paragraph, I will add HTML coding to it - the <p> tag. In my head, it's just the easiest way to mark that a paragraph is complete. If I'm still not sure about a sentence or paragraph, I will mark it in red to rework. I also add all my <i> tags as I'm writing, so I don't forget about them later!
I realise I'm doing too much! But, I quite enjoy the editing process.
Once I get a chapter or One Shot uploaded, I try my best not to read it again so I'm not continuously making little changes.
Are you a plotter or a pantser?
I want to be a plotter SO BAD! I've got Excel sheets, multiple docs with outlines, plot points, and a solid plan. And then boom! The characters run off like a crazed toddler in the opposite direction, and all I can do is follow. So… I guess I'm a pantser!
What do you listen to when you are writing?
I have multiple Spotify playlists depending on the mood of the fic/chapter I'm writing. If I need to write emotional scenes, I'll put on some heartbreaking Emo songs from 2006! Or, if my energy drops while writing, I'll switch to 90s pop. Generally, though, I just listen to instrumental music. One of my fav playlists is this one.
What’s your drink of choice (while writing)?
Water. I am booooooring. It is sparkling, though!
Promote yourself! What’s your favourite thing you’ve written?
I think it's Hot Girl Summer. This was supposed to be a little funny, 5-10 chapter fic that wasn't serious. And it has spiralled into a multi POV, 40-chapter story with so much plot! I'm loving the process, though. And I think I will definitely have to get it bound when it's all done.
Share a fic of yours that you think is underrated/deserves more love.
I'm going to say Hot Girl Summer too. I think a lot of people aren't as interested in stories that follow both Gwynriel and Elucien (and sometimes E/riel or another pairing with their favourite characters) at the same time. I haven't seen many fics that do it, but they’re some of my favourites in the fandom, and I’m so happy to add to that list. If you're hesitant, I highly recommend giving them a try!
My favs are:
Call Me Home (by @propagandaprincess)
A Court of Vision and Bloom (by studentwriter666)
Best Laid Plans (by @trappedoutside124)
Do you have any advice for new writers?
First of all, just do it! It took me 33 years to build the confidence to try. For most of my life, I didn't think I was good enough to write, even though I had so many stories to tell. In my 20s, I probably wouldn’t have had the confidence to take the plunge. Writing opens you up to criticism (which I hate!), but I’m forever grateful that 99.9% of my readers have only ever been incredibly supportive and encouraging.
Don’t be afraid to use tools that help you. I know my limitations with ADHD, so I created a process that works for me. Everyone has a different method, and the right one is whatever works for you.
Finally, finding a community of like-minded people makes the whole process a lot more fun. I love helping others develop fic ideas or beta-reading for them, and appreciate all the support they give me. It really motivates me to keep writing.
What is a writing style/technique that others do really well that you'd like to get better at?
Flow and angst! I'm really working on improving these areas in my writing. I'm quite impatient and tend to rush through the plot rather than building up tension. I know I need to slow down and let the story breathe, but it's so hard! I just want my characters to kiss within the first 5 seconds 😂
Is there a character you were surprised you enjoyed writing as much as you did?
Eris Vanserra!
Gods, I love torturing this man! I've redeemed him so much in my fic that I'll be heartbroken if he truly turns out to be just a dickhead in the canon ACOTAR world!
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