#also drew this instead of studying for my exams

[salmonight]

Fentonic2024 Day 1: Hibernation / Curse

Welp i still hate rendering why am i even bothering with it..

Prompts:

[melancholymetropolis]

“Please don’t walk away— Y/N! Please!”

“No, Art! I said no!” My voice bounced off of every wall in the small dressing room and slammed right into Art. His face, once reddened with anger, quickly drained itself of the color and became a stark white. His eyes were wide and his mouth agape. He searched my face with quick glances before dropping his gaze down to my clenched fists. My entire being was shaking and I could feel the tips of my ears grow hot with a rage I hadn’t felt since I was a teenager. A rage that appeared the last time we shared a space together. A rage that drew us apart for the last decade. 

Art Donaldson was a lot of things to everyone. An inspiration. An icon. A loving father. Doting husband to my former childhood best friend. The man that almost ruined my life. 

We were an unstoppable group; Patrick, Art, Tashi and I. Inseparable. It was hard seeing any individual member alone, since we spent every single moment attached at the hip. At least, when Patrick was back from his tour. 

Since the two lovebirds were often “reuniting” when Patrick came back to town. Art and I organically began hanging out together. I’d help him study for his math exams and he’d basically shove me out of my room to eat. He was someone I could call to kill a spider in my shower. I was someone that could fix whatever problem he had with his computer. He was someone I could depend on. . . when Tashi wasn’t in the picture. 

“I will not have this conversation,” I choked as tears burned the corners of my eyes. “Not now, not ever.”

“Listen, I know I fucked up,” he pleaded, taking small steps toward me. “I shouldn’t have acted like that. But I was a kid—.”

“Art, get the fuck out of my face with that bullshit!” I sneered. “You were nineteen years old! Not some sniffling toddler who just learned to walk. You knew what you were do— wait.” I forced myself to stop in mid sentence. “I just said I wouldn’t have this conversation with you. So why the fuck are we still having it?”

“Because I am worried about you!” He argued back. “You disappeared without a fucking trace—” 

“You don’t get to worry about me when you’re the reason why fucking I left!” The words poured out of my mouth before I had a chance to stop them. 

“Y/N. . . ”

“You got what you wanted,” I replied, staring directly into his eyes. “Dozens of trophies, a mansion bigger than your parent’s and Tashi fucking Duncan as your spouse. You should be over the goddamn moon right now. But, instead,  you are berating me about my choice to leave a toxic situation almost a decade ago.” I released a long sigh and shook my head. “What do you want from me, Donaldson?”

“You,” he said in a low voice. “I just want. . . you.”

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I'm baaaaaack!!! With an drabble no one asked for!!!!!!!!!! But I do have a something cooking up that a follower did request.

Stay tuned for that.

Also, how do we feel about angst drabbles? Yay or Nay?

[cielur5ww]

୨📜୧ ─────・ It's my problem, not yours.

▭ Synopsis﹕ Scaramouche had heard of you, the perfect student... the one who had it all. Though he had never interacted with you, he found you disagreeable. But it seems this time, you'll be getting closer than he'd prefer... so why does he feel this pressure in his chest and the heat rising to his cheeks?

★ ❪CW❫── male!reader!student x Scaramouche, AU modern, small insults, the reader is a perfect student, Scara hates you a little, Scara's POV, Scara being a tsundere

ᶻz ─── n/a﹕I just vomited this idea, ignore me.. Maybe I'll do more parts, MAYBE (I am very procrastinating and lazy). Any spelling mistakes... sorry, I don't want to review it, I'll probably post something new in another 2 months.

Scaramouche sighed, letting out a slight huff as he rolled his eyes to disguise his mild annoyance.

His delicate hands held the exam paper, and though he had thought he did well, he noted the few incorrect marks in his answers (only three), seeing the red number at the top, an 80. The maximum score was 100, and he had hoped to have scored at least an 85 or perhaps a 90, but he wasn't too surprised either. After all, he had only had a few days to study.

He could glance over his shoulder at his neighbor, who had scored a 60. That at least comforted him a bit, knowing there wouldn't be many with a grade as high as his.

His gaze wandered around the room, passing over each of his classmates' heads until he found your hair... The perfect student.

Scaramouche huffed slightly, feeling annoyed, and kept glancing away, gritting his teeth a little. You were the stupid perfect student, the teacher's pet, who probably scored a 100 effortlessly... But his curiosity drew him back to you in the distance, watching as you held the exam paper in your hands for several seconds instead of putting it away and being done. You were reviewing your exam sheet with the textbook open, as if double-checking your own already perfect answers.

However, in the end, it seemed you had left your exam sheet, flipping it over on your desk and closing the book. Your head was slightly tilted, maybe you had made a mistake in one answer... he thought, but still, you were the 100 student, if you got a 95, you still had an excellent grade. He sighed again, looking away to focus on his own affairs.

As he heard the slight squeak of the chair backing up a bit, he looked up once more, and some strands of his indigo hair bothered him a bit. He quickly adjusted his hair and watched as you stood up from your seat, still with your back to him.

"Teacher, may I go to the bathroom?" It was a simple and typical question among students, but this time, it was you who asked. Obviously, the teacher gave you approval, and you quickly left the classroom, blending into the class's murmur. But he saw you. Scaramouche observed you.

He simply didn't pay it much mind, leaning back in his desk and stretching a bit over the table, lost in his thoughts and staring into space.

Now that he thought about it, he had never interacted with you. Well, he had never spoken to you.

Scaramouche remembered the first and last time you had spoken to him, even if it was just a small accident.

It was in the hallway while he was carrying some books to the office (the teacher had forced him). There were quite a few books, and he struggled a bit to carry them, so he couldn't see well as he walked. Accidentally, he bumped the books against your back.

Ugh, just remembering it seemed like a stupid cliché encounter from love stories, like when the girl bumps into the guy and it's love at first sight. He groaned at that thought, but he continued to recall how you had interacted with him.

After the collision, obviously the books fell to the ground, and you immediately apologized (when he was the one at fault), bending down to pick them up and arrange them in a row. He also crouched down, but didn't say anything, just furrowed his brow.

"Do you want me to help you carry this?" You had asked him kindly, your voice disgustingly soft for his taste, but he didn't say anything. He had already recognized you as the proclaimed perfect student, the teacher's pet, and... the number one in school.

He didn't like you, that was his point.

He wanted to refuse, but he also didn't want to carry those books again alone, so reluctantly he just carried half of them in silence, standing up and giving you a silent confirmation without meeting your gaze.

They walked together to the office, maintaining the uncomfortable silence between them. Scaramouche silently appreciated that you didn't unnecessarily try to fill that void. When they arrived, he immediately dropped off the books, giving a small greeting to the secretary to not seem rude, and then walked past you, distancing himself.

He didn't want anything to do with you, and he easily achieved that. He avoided you and kept his distance.

But oh, surprise! He and you shared three classes together: Biology, Arts, and Mathematics. Still, he didn't attempt to get closer or interact with you; it seemed unnecessary to him. He knew nothing about you, apart from being the "perfect" student. He thought you were arrogant, only showing kindness and politeness to maintain your facade of an exemplary student.

Scaramouche probably imagined that every time the teachers praised you or asked the students to follow your example, you were secretly laughing mockingly inside or looking down on others behind your soft and repulsive smile.

Scaramouche hated you.

Did he have reasons? No, but he found you distasteful for some reason.

The sound of the bell snapped him out of his thoughts immediately. Automatically, he began to pack his things into his backpack, and once finished, he stood up and made his way through the people exiting the classroom, navigating through the crowded hallway toward the exit.

It was break time, and he simply didn't want anything to do with the crowd of stupid people around him. So, he walked through the crowded halls, ignoring everyone. After all, he didn't really know anyone.

Scaramouche's feet carried him towards the stairs leading upstairs, until he reached the door that led to the rooftop. Normally, this area was blocked off, and it was forbidden to go out, but he really didn't care.

So, he easily opened the doors, removing the padlock (he had stolen the keys from the counselor's office). He closed the doors behind him so that no one would suspect that someone had been on the rooftop. He tucked the key into the pocket of his blue coat and took out his headphones and phone to listen to music, the only thing that relaxed him.

He walked across the rooftop, staying away from the edge to avoid being seen, but not too much in the center either. He headed towards the benches, which were strangely clean; probably the janitor also cleaned this place. He sat down, put on his headphones, and started playing music.

Gently, he lay back on his back, with his arms behind his head, starting to close his eyes, immersing himself in his own world of music, finding peace in melancholy.

Song by song, Scaramouche began to feel drowsy, sinking into a state of relaxation. However, when he opened his eyes, he found your face disgusting... again.

Why was God punishing him this day?

Automatically, he sat up, removing his headphones at the same time. He looked up and saw you. You had the impeccable school uniform, clean and strangely soft-looking hair, and your eyes were calm and gentle, in perfect harmony with your hair. You were too close for his liking, although technically you weren't invading his personal space, you were still there, practically in front of him, with your hands behind your back and a soft smile that he felt was fake.

"I thought this place was off-limits." You commented calmly, looking at him with those eyes that seemed as serene as water on the surface, yet so deep that they could easily swallow him whole.

He didn't want to answer how the heck he got into this closed-off place... so he simply averted his gaze with indifference, trying to show disinterest. To him, you were just an arrogant idiot, he told himself.

There were seconds of uncomfortable silence for Scaramouche as you continued to observe him with those eyes of yours. He felt uneasy under your gaze. So, he huffed annoyed, looking back at you and furrowing his brow.

"I thought the model student didn't break any rules in school." He declared, looking at you defiantly. He didn't care if you went and talked to a teacher, pointing him out for being on the rooftop, because you were there too. That place was supposed to be off-limits, but there you were, looking at him.

However, you simply smiled, as if it didn't affect you at all if he told a teacher that you had broken a rule. Although, on second thought, they wouldn't believe him, they would believe you because you were the perfect student, the role model. But if Scaramouche were to prove that you had broken a rule, it wouldn't matter because many teachers would probably overlook it due to your reputation as the responsible student with a bright future.

That's why maybe you were smiling so calmly. He clenched his teeth slightly, annoyed by your mere presence.

"I was just checking who was on the rooftop, as there have been incidents of students smoking here or having gatherings that are prohibited without a teacher's authorization." You responded softly, still smiling at him with that fake smile of yours, and you even sounded completely logical.

Your eyes, looking directly at him, made him feel small under your calm and deep gaze, like that of an animal observing its prey. But he wasn't going to let you take control.

"Do you see me smoking?" He responded, looking at you without hesitation, although the slight pressure in his chest increased with every moment you continued to look at him. Then, you gently closed your eyes and then opened them, looking in another direction, probably gazing at the blue sky.

"No, you're not smoking. I was just... 'investigating', I guess you could say." You said softly. Damn, maybe he understood now why they said you were so kind; it was your disgustingly soft tone of voice.

Although he also silently appreciated that you stopped looking at him. The tension in his muscles briefly relaxed, but his mind raced trying to decide how to act now. Respond? Ignore you? Say nothing? Leave? Any option seemed bad to him.

He decided to go for the first option, maybe then you would be satisfied with the conversation and leave him alone, ignoring him and forgetting about him.

"Are you going to tell a teacher, then?" He said, sounding uninterested because it was the truth. He really didn't care if a teacher scolded him for breaking a rule, as his mother wouldn't have time to go to the school and find out. But he continued the conversation, hoping you would leave him alone afterwards, and also so he would know whether or not he would be accused by you.

"Mhmm.." you hummed to yourself. He watched you step back a bit to lean gently against the whitish wall, crossing your arms, and again... looking at him. "Don't worry, Scaramouche, I won't." Damn, how did you know his name?

He remained still, watching your stupid smile that he disliked so much and how your lips pronounced his name. He didn't even know how you knew his name or why you had memorized it. Even though he hadn't told you, still... he looked at you, processing what you had just said, but at least you weren't going to rat him out. Was that a good thing? One could say yes.

"And this sudden kindness?" He immediately recovered, putting one leg up on the bench he was sitting on, bending it enough to lean his elbow on it and look you in the eyes, adopting a casual and unconcerned posture.

Or so he tried to appear, but his brain fried a bit when you called him by his name. He wondered why you had memorized his name, but he would go on with his intention. He wouldn't let himself be dragged down by you; you were just... ridiculous.

He watched in slow motion as you gently closed your eyes, fluttering your eyelashes, and then opened them again, tilting your head slightly... looking at him.

"I just noticed you weren't in class, the bell rang over 5 minutes ago." You commented casually, looking directly at him.

When the hell had the bell rung? He didn't even realize that time had passed too quickly for his liking... and he remembered that he also had classes with you today, and in math class, adding more weight to the situation. He would definitely be scolded, so he immediately stood up with a clear sound.

"Did the bell already ring? Why didn't you tell me, idiot?!" Scaramouche snapped at you, giving you a death glare as he checked the time on his phone. Even though he didn't give a damn about what the teachers thought, the math teacher punished him with too many assignments, which literally gave him a headache.

Scaramouche hurried towards the rooftop door, opening it. But a hand on his arm stopped him just as he was about to step onto the first step down.

"It's okay, Scaramouche. Let's go together, so the teacher won't scold you." You said softly. Now you were disgustingly close, he could feel the soft perfume surrounding you. It wasn't strong or intense, but soft... His brain went blank from your tone of voice and your strange comforting touch for him. After a few seconds, he reacted, stepping down onto the first step and turning around to look at you, pulling his arm away from your grip abruptly.

"Let go of me, idiot," Scaramouche muttered through gritted teeth, looking at you defiantly. But why did he feel like his cheeks were gently warming up? He lowered his gaze and turned, descending the stairs quickly without waiting for you. However, he could hear how you followed suit afterward.

After a few minutes, they were standing in front of the classroom door they had today, with the math teacher. Obviously, upon entering, the teacher was clearly not happy that Scaramouche had arrived late, but his expression immediately changed when he saw you with him.

He asked why you came back from the bathroom with Scaramouche, and in the end, you ended up lying for him, saying that when you returned to the classroom, you saw Scaramouche sleeping, so you woke him up and told him about the class time.

The teacher had no choice but to scold him for not falling asleep outside during class time and next time, threatening him with punishment if he did it again (basically, thanks to you, he wasn't punished this time). Scaramouche simply remained silent, not even thanking you.

He went to his seat, sighing irritably, trying to focus on the class and ignoring the fact that, in the distance, you seemed to have that stupid smile again. Maybe it was one of triumph for having helped him and now he owed you a favor... you were so annoying to him.

Thanks to your stupid pretty face and good reputation, you helped him this time and decided that you wouldn't tell anyone about the guy on the roof. What did you want from him? He doesn't know but he doesn't want to return the favor.

You were just two-faced, surely..

This was their problem, not yours, you're just a stupid busybody.

Bonus:

Scaramouche was there, sitting... trying to concentrate on Math class but really, he didn't understand at all...

"Where the hell did the teacher get that -26?.."

He simply groaned in annoyance in his seat, his gaze wandering over the others' heads, to where you were... and he thought about the roof.

Oh shit, he had forgotten to put the new lock on the doors.

At the next recess, Scaramouche immediately went through the crowd to the roof, to make up for his mistake, but when he went, the doors to the roof were locked... he was a little relieved, but he wondered if the janitor was the one who did it. And then he looked in his pocket for the key but he realized that only his cell phone and headphones were there... the key was not there.

At what point did he lose it?!

In reality, it was you who had stolen Scaramouche's key when you were with him, and when he was going down the stairs you made sure to lock it with the utmost care that it was silent because you knew that Scaramouche might react badly.

Scaramouche in the end deduced that the only culprit was you.

[nihilistem]

Hey! I read your study tips both posts regarding adhd . (Feel free to ignore )

I am still undiagnosed and I think it's adhd but i do not have the resources nor the environment or support system to do anything about it .I am a high schooler preparing for entrance exams and i really need to like get my shit together and i feel like i have wasted sm time already but i really do want to get better. When i sit to study i just can't focus if I keep my phone in some other room then also i would just sit and stare at my books without accomplishing something. I am trying really but it's feels like my brain is frozen and my body is moving .my brain keep screaming guilty and ashamed but i can't seem to do anything about it.your study post actually i related to a lot because pomodro kind of seems to be working for everyone but me and the you described the exact same things I do

I know this is a lot to ask for please feel free to ignore but how do I stop Letting my emotions take over and study consistently because I only have one chance at the exams

Oh my, first of all I’d like to say that, as cliché as it is, I know exactly how you feel. I was undiagnosed for so long (I was only diagnosed a few months ago) and I didn’t even know that the adhd things I experience on a regular basis wasn’t normal or neurotypical for so long.

first up : I know this is difficult, but please do not say such things about yourself. I’m not gonna get into the whole thing, (cuz I have done a post on that already) but it’s true that the more you drill that bad stuff into your brain, the more it’s gonna stick. We need our brains to be in the best condition possible to study efficiently and saying bad stuff about yourself that isn’t even true is just going to hinder your performance. You got this. I promise you’re not lazy. Your brain just isn’t motivated by the same things others are, but we can work with that simple difference.

I’ll make a separate post on how not to let your emotions take over, but for now …

adhd study tips for those trying to get into the habit.

— by a stem student with adhd.

here’s my first post on adhd study tips.

— don’t put your phone in a different room. Instead, download an app that prevents you from using other apps on your phone.

there’s plenty of apps that do this but the one I prefer is ypt because all its features are completely free and it stops your timer when you exit the app unless you enter ‘allowed app mode.’ I don’t know about you, but if I find that I’m just zoning out on my textbook then I end up stopping my timer and deleting the record because I know I didn’t actually study, and this motivates me to actually get some work done. The timer also gets me motivated to keep going for longer so I have physical proof of my focus time and studies. It will feel good to even have just 1 hour of study time on it, I promise.

— even if you’re not interested in your studies, try your best to find even one thing that interests you.

novelty, challenge and interest are some of the best motivators of the adhd brain, so use it. I know that sparking your curiosity for a subject you hate seems impossible, but hear me out.

ever since I was young, I was exposed to books and I drew everyday. This caused me to become very passionate about the arts, but since I had adhd and didn’t know, I failed all my classes and specifically hated chemistry because it was specifically designed to be everything that I can’t be good at due to my poor memory and the need to memorize a TON of concepts. Then during class one day, I was doing chemistry work with my friends and felt frustrated that they could easily balance equations and work out which compounds were acids or bases purely by its chemical formula. And that’s what sparked me to start reading my textbook to see what the big deal was. How was it possible for one to just know when something is a acid solely from looking at a bunch of letters? This started a chain reaction; I found my answer, and found that the process of finding my answer and learning this new information was fulfilling. So I looked at all the other chemistry topics, and it turns out chemistry was fun. I was supposed to be an art student but now I’m majoring in chemistry and biology, all because of that sense of challenge and curiosity I was given that day.

tdlr; I was bad at chemistry but I’m now majoring in it because I felt challenged by a friend and was curious to know how they could solve chem equations easily.

All it took was a bit of curiosity. It’s a very powerful thing to the adhd brain. And if you use this as a motivator for your studies it might even cause you to hyper-fixate on your work, which means you’ll naturally spend more time studying just to find all the answers you’re now dying to know.

— use the pomodoro timer, but think about the things that you have to do that seems a little impossible to do under 25 minutes.

This fulfills the ‘challenge’ category I mentioned in the previous tip.

Let me explain; I subconsciously started doing this to myself without anyone telling me this and it’s helped me a LOT. Here’s an example;

“This chapter’s too long, it’s impossible to read through everything and understand the key concepts in just twenty five minutes.”

is it, though?

So I was off to the races, genuinely reading through every page and taking note of every single heading or bold or italicized word so I will be able to summarize the entire topic by the time the twenty five minutes is up.

And it doesn’t even matter if you don’t make that twenty five minute mark, because you’ll feel a sense of defeat and try it again with another chapter/topic.

this accomplishes two things; one, the work you’ve been putting off or zoning out on is now probably 20% - 50% completed and now you feel motivated to continue. Two, this method will train you to be faster in learning or studying new material or even just completing work in general, depending on what you’re challenging yourself to do.

— dress up, do your hair, study at a library or cafe you love (and possibly make pretty notes.)

I’ve talked about interest, I’ve talked about challenge, and now I’m gonna talk about novelty.

Do this with purpose! But what do I mean by that?

I’m sure you’ve come across studious girls in media or even people on social media making videos and taking pretty photos of their day out to study. Usually they’re dressed the part and even if they’re not, there’s a certain vibe, aesthetic or aura about them that is just so desirable that it makes you wish you were doing what they were doing. And if you don’t feel this way, find content creators or media that do make you feel this way.

How will this help me? Well, there are actually a few reasons but the first one that comes to mind is that this is also an adhd tip used outside of studying. Combining a task you don’t want to do with a task you’d like to do is a faster and more efficient way of convincing yourself to do long, difficult or even tiring tasks. Another is that doing this would also mean you’ve technically gotten yourself to desire studying, something more commonly known as romanticizing studying. If you make studying look fun, glamorous or even desirable for yourself then you’re sure to get to the hideous parts of it. Think about being a straight A student, someone who’s always wearing nice clothes with great hair and such a focused work ethic. Once you desire to be that person and you dress like that person, you’ll start to do the things that person will do.

— use the pomodoro timer but set it to even shorter bursts instead. (e.g. 15 minutes work, 5 minutes break.)

Or hell, on my worst days I set it to 5 minutes work, 5 minutes break.

The whole point of this exercise is to just start, because that’s arguably the hardest part about studying, you can’t get yourself to actually start or to actually focus. So promise yourself a five minute break after a very short amount of time of reading.

— skip straight to the questions of a topic, try to do them and identify the information you need to get the answer right.

For example, I came across a bio question that was rather simple but I didn’t know the answer to because I haven’t revised the topic for a while, and the question was, what is needed in the body for anaerobic respiration to take place? And the answer was simple, but I didn’t know because again, I didn’t study the material before answering the paper.

one’s brain can have the habit of being complacent especially when you don’t wanna do work, so diving head first into the questions and realizing that you don’t know jack shit would be a good wake up call for you and your brain—and this can connect to the second point that I made because you might find that you’d be eager to get the answer right all on your own, and become curious as to what the answer is.

important to remember …

erase everything bad that you were told or led to believe about studying. I promise that if you look for ways to make it engaging for you and form a habit, studying can be something you don’t dread or worry about everyday. You are capable. This is the start of your journey. Yes, the question of ‘what if I get distracted again’ will always be there but think about what could happen if today is the first day you’re not distracted. If you don’t at least try to start now, you will have zero chance of being able to actually focus and study. But if you try, the worst that will happen is that you tried. If you keep trying, it will happen. I promise.

If you need any more tips regarding adhd, (or being undiagnosed,) please do let me know. I’ll do my best to help.

[olldolldraws]

Pls tell me more abt ur support course Deku au I am in love 💖💞

Hi friend I just figured out where the hell my inbox is so very sorry for the delay!

I do have a story in my head for my support course Deku, and its a bit long SO GET READY FOR THE RIDE. Anyways, his backstory is the same, but he never got OFA from All Might, and failed his UA exam so he uhhhh… didn’t get in. After a period of depression and hopelessness about his inability to be a hero, he turns to looking into heroism through engineering support devices (maybe by watching a documentary on David Shield’s work to help All Might — just imagine something like Kiri’s revelation w/ Crimson Riot but Izuku and David instead). Except, boi doesn’t really have engineering skills, so he researches. And you know when he researches, HE RESEARCHES. It takes a couple months, but he already knows most things about heroes, including their costumes, so it’s not a huge jump. He’s attending a regular high school at this point - he focuses more in his STEM based classes in school to help him along.

He also keeps doing hero analyses, but taking account how support devices can aid them or how they could be improved. His crazy analysis skills and support item ideas (by means of a blog) get some attention from some scientists he was invited to attend a brief internship/study abroad thing on I-Island. After working with Melissa and the other students on I-Island, he gains confidence as a support engineer! He even gets offered a referral by David the man himself to attend UA the following semester (after he gets word of Izuku’s dream to attend), but Izuku turns it down cause he wants to *earn* it. He passes with a bit of difficulty (scoring really high in creativity and concept, not so much on execution), but he’s accepted in as a transfer to the 2nd year support course!

Meanwhile, UA has already heard rumors about the kid coming from I-Island as a transfer, someone who got a rec from THE david shield - and turned it down. They all think he’s a big shot oozing with confidence, since who tf thinks they’re that good to straight up refuse a UA referral?? Bakugou doesn’t know ANYTHING about Izuku since middle school, so though he has an inkling that it *might* be him, he’s brushes it off like ‘there’s no way, his ass is NOT confident’. Once Izuku gets to UA, he makes quick friends with Mei (through Melissa) and also has all of UA lining up to get support item/costume suggestions from him, and class 2-A (formerly 1-A) is no exception! It helps that he already met Iida and Momo through the Hero Expo on I-Island (hence him + Iida’s familiarity in the comic I drew), but he makes lotsa friends (eventually even Bkg) and exudes confidence in a humble manner while basically becoming the next generation’s David Shield.

I actually have more to this but this is already super long LOL so I may write it up later if anyone else is interested to know more!

[zinya]

How brothers would react to an MC with bad grades ?

Because we've all had bad grades one day and we all deserve to be comforted.

Lucifer:

Being one of the students in the exchange program he will look at your grades very closely , he may even be aware of your grade before you do.

If it's just one bad grade he will lecture you and probably ban you from certain activities so that you work more (You can say goodbye to video game nights with Levi)

If it's several bad grades he will start asking you questions about what you don't understand and will give you lessons.

Of course, if it's grades that start to weigh on your morale, once your homework is finished, you're welcome to his room to relax.

"I believe in you, don't be discouraged, my love"

Mammon

welcome to the club

If it's a bad grade in math don't worry, The Great Mammon can help you.

Don't be discouraged human, he also has bad grades and lives very well

If he sees that you are depressed because of your grades he will suggest that you go out somewhere with him to take your mind off things. Do you prefer to go shopping or maybe go party somewhere?

If you don't want to go out then he will take you into his room and watch a movie in his arms while he comforts you and cuddle with you

Leviathan

I am convinced that he will show you anime with heroes at school to remotivate you "Hey I have a new anime called "I have bad grades and then everything changed the day I made friends"

If you don't want to, you can always watch TSL with him

But don't get me wrong he will encourage you to work too but he will come get you to take a break if it's been a long time

I don't know if devildom has computer science, but in any case if it's this subject that you're struggling with, he can help you.

Satan

Literally become your personal teacher after all, all his knowledge is yours.

Will lend you textbooks and workbooks

He will always encourage you to do your best

Like mammon he will also offer to go out and clear your mind: Do you want to buy new books? Go drink something at the cat cafe? Maybe the park?

Will read books to you or recite lessons at night in his room when you sleep together

Asmodeus

Positive affirmations

Are you discouraged? Has your self-confidence taken a hit? Spend 10 minutes with him and none of this will happen

"Honey don't cry your pretty skin and your beautiful eyes will suffer "

Will ask you to go shopping with him and you will receive 2 or 3 gifts so he can see you smile

He will help you with the charms lessons (TP too perhaps XD)

You will have the right to take a bath in his bathroom with his products to relax

Beelzebub

Will give you food to comfort you

Would like to help you with potions classes but we all know how it will end

Will give you hugs to comfort you and take you to exercise (if you want of course) to clear your mind

If you decide to study more he will come see you like Levi to take breaks and he will often bring you water or snacks

He will cheer you to death like you do during his matches

Maybe give you a kind of lucky charm to bring you luck for the next exams

Belphegor

Cuddle time

Since it concerns you, he will listen to you talk, like Asmo, about what is wrong

Then he will take you to the top of the Attic to sleep and relax with him

When you revise he comes and sleeps in your bed to keep you company

If you can't sleep because of stress you know where his room is , just kidding, he's already next to you in your bed, can't you see him?

(I don't know who drew this but it's so beautiful.) Anyway, I wrote that instead of studying my exam for tomorrow haha 😅🥲

Sorry for the mistakes, English is not my first language and sometimes I don't understand your abbreviations or expressions🤣

Tell me if you want the others

And don't forget that the most important thing is to do all you can and to be proud of yourself.

Have a Good day 💋

[pleasantangelpaper]

To Keep You Warm

so, there’s a lack of Remus Lupin fluff on here, and I need to fix that. So, here is a silly fluff oneshot about him <3 Also this is my first time writing like genuine fanfic so I hope it’s good! (Also ignore if my paragraphs are formatted weird, I wrote this on my phone)

Warnings: none :)

gender neutral! reader, Unspecified House! Reader

“Darling, would you like me to take you back to your dorm? you’re freezing” Remus Lupin whispered as he held y/n’s ice-like hand. The couple had been sitting in a cozy back corner of the Hogwarts library as Remus prepared for his D.A.D.A exam. It was a cold December afternoon as snow fell from the sky like salt from a shaker. Students drew shapes in the frosty windows as they got bored of studying and instead were dreaming of the winter break that would soon start. Remus’s lovely y/n sat by his side with their head rested on his shoulder as they read a muggle book called “Sense and Sensibility”. Remus’s eyes flickered over to his darling as they spoke,

“No, Rem, I’m fine, really, you need to study for your exams.” They spoke as they huddled closer to Remus inhaling the aroma of coffee and chocolate that seemed to swirl about him. Though they spoke with an air of confidence, Remus knew from their shivering that they would much rather be sitting in bed with a hot cup of tea than in the library, but it was a sacrifice they would make to be with him. Remus sighed and closed his book, a puff of dust from the desk below rose into the air. He gently tapped his partner so that he could push his chair out and begin to pack his things.

“Remus, what are you doing? Your exam is tomorrow. You need to study. I’ll be okay,”

He simply continued to put his books away as he grabbed their hand. Throwing his worn messenger bag over his shoulder, he gently pushed in his chair and ushered his partner to do the same. “Love, I already have made excellent marks in that class, but you will surely freeze if we are to stay here any longer.” He said with a tinge of worry and love in his voice. Y/n’s cheeks flushed at his remarks, and they quietly pushed their chair in as well and began to walk by his side. The couple walked through the corridors which were left empty due to the fact that most students were either huddled by the common room fires, or outside enjoying the winter weather. Noticing the guilt on his partner’s face, Remus let out a sigh and glanced at them, “You know I would do anything for you, dove.” “I know you would Mooney, but your grades are important, I don’t want you to fail out of the class you love the most just because I’m cold” Worry filled their voice as they stopped in their tracks. Tears prickled their eyes as they interlocked with Remus’s. He stopped and placed a slow kiss on their cheek. “Darling, I would fail every class if it meant I could keep you warm.” Y/n’s cheeks flushed a bright crimson red as they leant up and kissed Remus. His lips tasted like mocha with a hint of caramel, and warmth fell over the both of them as Remus pulled them closer, wrapping his arms around their waist. As they pulled away, Remus was now the one with flushed cheeks. The shy boy looked down at the ground, his hair flopping over his right eye. Y’n bent down to look into his eyes, and gently took his hand in theirs as they began walking to the Gryffindor commons once more.

The two walked in a comfortable silence together towards the Gryffindor common room, where their friends, James and Sirius, sat, bickering over something silly. “Sirius, you can’t catch a jumping frog in your mouth as it jumps, what if it tries to jump again while it’s in your mount??”

“ Yeah I can! Watch this!”

The boy caught the frog in his mouth and instantly spit it back out at James as it had tried to jump around in his mouth. The two continued their spat, until they noticed their friends’ entrance. “Mooney, why are you two back so early, I thought you were studying for your exam,” Sirius questioned, considering his best friend usually was quite the bookworm. The aforementioned boy simply continued to walk his lover to the grand red couch by the fire, “ y/n was cold,” he bluntly stated. The two other boys simply stared with their mouths agape. Their mooney was really head over heels for this person. James got up and awkwardly dragged a, still shocked, Sirius up to the boys dormitories as he muttered something about leaving the two alone. Y/n had turned a bright shade of fuchsia at the exchange. They laid their head on Remus and stared into the fire and wished that the moment could last forever.

[indilaras]

Exam tomorrow so I drew this for myself instead of studying (don't worry i did the bulk of my studying yesterday but also send help i am having trouble concentrating on doing more)

ID: a sketch of Alhaitham from Genshin Impact, genderbent; her hair is done in a bun. She is looking down at the viewer, frowning and saying "Can you stop fucking around." End ID.

[cyandreamz]

✭ Apollo Justice✭

Today I decided that I will do more full page drawings of AA characters. Unfortunately I don't think I drew a very good Apollo, but in my defence AA is the frist franchise I've hyperfixated over were I've not only cared about the more than one or two male characters but also have had a few of my favourite characters be male! So I'm much more comfortable drawing female characters (⁠´⁠-⁠﹏⁠-⁠`⁠；⁠)

Also I didn't change up his design aside from giving him the brown shoes he has in the AJ: trilogy promotional art instead of black shoes he has in older official art because I like it and it's actually my second fave lawyer suit design (favourite is Diego Armando's suit).

Anyways I've also decided I'll share my hc's for these characters for as long as I do this series :D, because I didn't share hc's for Athena on her post I'll share both Apollo and Athena hc's below, spoilers for AA4-6:

Both Apollo and Athena are trans and both socially transitioned as kids and grew up in trans supportive environments cuz in my mind the AA universe is queer friendly to balance out how dystopian their legal system is.

Apollo has no fashion sense aside from having a surprisingly good eye for men's formal/professional wear. So good in fact that Kristoph wouldn't of hired him if his suit looked bad (cuz he's that petty).

Apollo doesn't see Phoenix as a Dad but does simultaneously see him as a role model (though he'd never admit it) and hate him

he does however see Trucy as a little sister, even before learning she is actually his half sister

Apollo is gay and Athena is lesbian cuz one day I thought "hmmm image if the lawyers were trans and MLM and WLW solidarity?" and than it became a hc :P

I ship Apollo with Klavier and I like to think that Phoenix tries to give Apollo dating advice but Apollo ignores him because his advice is terrible! (Not on purpose, Phoenix is just really bad at relationships but it's works out for him cuz his partners are always just as bad, or somehow even worse at relationships than him)

however unlike Apollo I don't ship Athena with anyone, just don't feel like it lol

Athena met Phoenix in Europe at a park one of the many times Miles had him and Trucy come over to visit, by chance Trucy was doing magic tricks for random people in the park and Athena was one of these people. She was reading a book to study for the bar exam so Phoenix immediately talked to her about law after Trucy's trick.

Athena is fully multilingual (knowing most active European languages) and says non-english words by accident most of time (if she does it on purpose it's always to sound cooler in her opinion).

also I hc Athena as Austic cuz I can >:-)

Widget uses a Voicaloid sound bank, personally I like it imagine it's specifically Oliver because that's funny to me.

Widget also uses a custom OS that Aura Blackquill designed specifically for all the tech she built with Athena's mom.

[ari-lilttleblog]

Instead of studying for exams, I spent almost 5 hours drawing Italy. But it made me feel a little calmer and cozier💜✨

He turned out to be very good. I tried myself in a new style, drew without a lineart. Also for the first time I drew an animal, a kitten. I tried to make it more realistic, but something tells me that there is a very scarce amount of realistic view here. Nevertheless, I am satisfied with the work.

Well, now, about something serious. Tomorrow I have my first exam in my life. I'm very worried and afraid that I won't pass. If I pass with a bad grade, then my certificate will be worse and that's what I'm worried about. Of course, I try not to stress myself too much, but still... I'm scared... Okay, tomorrow I'll tell you how everything went... Maybe I'll be lucky.

Good luck 💜✨

[quibbs126]

So what if Fire Spirit Cookie and Sea Fairy Cookie do have a child? 

Alright, this is Hot Spring Cookie

“Within the scorching land of Dragon’s Valley, there lie a series of hot springs said to be capable of soothing any injury, some even claiming it grants the Cookies who bathe in it special blessings. However, the springs are not uninhabited, and they are home to the lovely yet fickle Hot Spring Cookie. Born of searing heat and the untamed depths, it is unknown who appeared first, the springs or the Cookie, but she deems herself the guardian of them, and she decides who gets to bathe in them through a series of tests. However no two Cookies go through the same tests; some are remarkably easy and others near impossible, the difficulty being determined only by how much she likes the Cookie and her mood of the day, and whether or not she feels like being entertained. However you cannot force your way to the springs, as no mere Cookie can best her power, so it’s best to simply do as she wishes and hope you catch her on a good day!”

“She claims she cannot leave the springs’ surface, but some claim to have seen her near the coast, very far away from where she claims she cannot leave.”

Okay writing that was pretty fun, I think I might do this more

Alright, so design time. I’m gonna be honest, Hot Spring probably isn’t the best name, but I couldn’t think of a better one that still kept her hot spring theme, so that’s the best I got. Maybe if I come up with a better one I’ll change it

But her name’s hot spring because it’s water that’s hot. Simple as that

Hot springs:

So I kind of just drew her on Monday while sitting with my friend at dinner, instead of studying for my political science exam. But whatever, I did fine on that one. I just kind of started drawing, no rough sketch really needed

Truth be told there’s not really much to say on the design front, I sort of just went with the flow for most of it. I know that I added that cape in because her design felt too plain without something else. It’s supposed to be connected to her dress or something but I didn’t really figure out how, or how it really works at all. I made it red and orange because I wanted to reference the orange streaks, and also Fire Spirit, so that’s what I went with

I was flirting with her having a darker dough tone, but I couldn’t figure something out that worked with the colors, so Sea Fairy’s tone it is

I think the eyes look too small and a bit off. To be honest I’m blaming that on the lighting of the dining hall, I was having trouble seeing the eyes in the sketch. I may change it later

But yeah, that’s about it really. Her design’s probably a bit plain but eh, so are Sea Fairy’s and Fire Spirit’s (though Hot Spring’s might be too plain). But overall I like her and I hope y’all do too

[wastelandmoony]

Chapter Twenty-Six : Sweet Jane

Summary: In honor of my birthday, here's a short chapter about dr*gs =)

Characters: Remus Lupin/Reader, Sirius Black/Reader (no use of y/n), James Potter, Petter Pettigrew, Regulus Black, Marlene McKinnon, Mary MacDonald, Lily Evans

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI; mild dr*g use

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April 4th, 1976

The pressure of their impending O.W.L.’s was threatening to crush her. Lily and Remus felt it too, and the three of them had begun to spend most of their free time in the library revising, and once Spring reared its mild head, they moved the group outside to at least receive some small amount of fresh air and vitamin D. As the weeks drew closer to the start of examinations, some of the others began to join them, Mary was the first, followed quickly by James once he realized Lily was involved. Sirius showed up now and then, but he couldn’t be arsed to study in the slightest, and usually ending up complaining or goofing off until he had convinced the rest of them to wrap it up for the time being. 

Today was one of those days.

Her and Remus had spent the entire morning on the second floor of the library, quizzing each other on charms. Sirius, looking for James, had found them and decided (through her convincing) that he should probably study just a little bit. 

It lasted 20 minutes until he was leaning back in the chair and charming paper airplanes to dive-bomb students on the lower level. 

“Sirius,” she tried to sound as nice as possible, though at the moment she could throttle him.

“Yes, Yellowjacket,” he gave her the most innocent eyes, the picture of grace and decorum, as she heard another muffled “ouch!” from the floor below.

“You should really be focusing on your O.W.L.s, they’re important.”

He rolled his eyes, “I know, you’ve both made that abundantly clear. Besides, exams aren’t until June, I’ve got plenty of time to revise.”

She was too tired to argue with him, knowing that it was going to fall on deaf ears anyway, and instead went back to her notes. 

After a few minutes of Sirius drumming against the table, he leaned forward and tapped Remus with his foot.

“Mooooooony,” he sang, “I think you’ve studied enough, let’s find Prongs and swing by the greenhouses—“

“The greenhouses? For what?” She raised an eyebrow at him. Sirius hated Herbology, and he had always been very vocal about it.

He crouched lower towards the table, as if about to convey some big secret.

“I’m surprised you don’t know,” he whispered smugly, “Rumor has it, Richie Abbott’s been growing and selling muggle marijuana out of Greenhouse 3.”

“Richie Abbott?” Her jaw dropped, “Prefect, Richie Abbott?”

Sirius leaned back in his chair again, arms folded behind his head, “The very same.”

“And who did you hear this rumor from?”

He tipped the chair back on two legs, the old wood groaning slightly, “Some moody half-blood with a lunar affinity.”

Her head snapped to Remus, who was presently attempting to hide behind a textbook.

“Remus Lupin!” She hissed. He looked at her sheepishly from over the pages.

“Have you been buying drugs from my house Prefect?”

He cleared his throat uncomfortably, “I may have been…partaking in the horticultural excellence that is Hufflepuff House…”

“Do not play that game with me,” she closed the book on the table and began packing up her bag.

Remus grabbed his books and parchment, “Oh come on, don’t be upset! I just…needed to relax—it helps.”

Throwing the strap of her book bag over a shoulder, she turned to give him an incredulous look, “I’m not upset.”

“Could’ve fooled me…” Sirius grumbled.

“I’m annoyed that you didn’t ask me,” she said pointedly, watching as both of their faces slackened, “I know multiple housemates that grow, and I also know for a fact that Richie Abbott is a scheming arsehole and definitely overcharging you.” 

The two boys stared at her in disbelief, and before either could speak, she turned and strode down the shelves and left the library. 

She didn’t get far until they caught up, jogging up beside her outside the Artithmancy classroom. 

“We’re sorry—“ Remus breathed as she continued to walk through the crowds of students.

“You just want me to help you get better weed,” she squeezed in-between two groups of Ravenclaw third years.

“Of course we do!” Sirius threw his arms out, and Remus gave him a glare that said please shut the fuck up, “…but we’re also really sorry.”

She hummed as they rounded the Central Hall stairs, where she saw a familiar red head speaking to someone off to the side of the corridor. 

“Hey Lils,” she stopped beside her friend, happy for the distraction from the two morons trailing after her like needy puppies.

“Oh…hey!” Lily seemed nervous, and when the realization of who she was talking with sunk in, it all made sense.

Severus was sneering at them, eyes dragging to Remus and Sirius behind her.

“Oh Lily,” he patronized, “I’ll never understand why you still surround yourself with this…ilk.”

“Sev please,” Lily whispered, “they’re my friends.”

“Speak up Lils,” Sirius moved beside her, eyes narrowed at the Slytherin, “I don’t think Snivellus can hear you behind that layer of grease coating his head.”

Severus took half a step forward, “Watch yourself, blood traitor.”

Sirius didn’t back down, instead opening his mouth to retort.

“—Enough,” she grabbed his elbow and began to steer him towards the door at the end of the corridor.

“Always good to see you, Sirius. I’ll be sure to pass along your best to your family,” Severus called after them.

Sirius whirled around, breaking her grip, but Remus was there in an instant, pushing his friend around and through the door at the end of the hall. 

Outside in the courtyard, Sirius growled in frustration.

“What a fuckin’ slimy—“

“Don’t let him get to you, he’s just a pathetic little weasel,” she slipped her arm back through his again, steering him towards the glass building across the yard.

“Where are you headed?” Remus asked from behind, still wary of letting Sirius out of his sight.

She turned to glance at him from her peripheral, “The greenhouses.”

Sirius looked at her with raised brows, “I thought you were mad at us?”

“Oh I still am,” she smiled sweetly, “and the only thing that will fix it is to watch you two idiots buy overpriced dirt weed from a pompous pretty boy—” 

From behind, she heard Remus let out a low laugh. 

A smile grew slowly on her face, “—and if you’re nice, maybe I’ll share my top secret Hufflepuff contacts with you.”

Sirius grumbled something that sounded an awful lot like evil woman, making her grin wider.

[sakuraimagination]

Since Welcome Home has been taking over my mind this past weeks I want to show here some of the little things I have done so far relating to it (its not much because uni and life :,<) but anyway...

On Monday I did this doodles in one of my classes :0] (I love my group studying animation is so cool we always end up drawing random characters and things in the boards WISNKWJS) me and another classmate drew all the WH cast including Home but I'm only putting here the ones I did :>. This was my first time drawing them btw so it might not be so good JWNDS.

I did this dumb animation in an exam I had on Tuesday, it's not really good or what I wanted because the program was being a meanie but I tried, it's supposed to be Wally, Barnaby and Sally. (I also did Julie but the program decided to be even worst when I was trying to animate her so I gave up)

Lastly I did this silly little sticker to give to some of my classmates that like WH as a happy break gift I guess (since tomorrow is my last day of this trimester( [I also did another version with me instead of wally for the classmates that don't like or know WH owo)

That's all for now but I hope I get to do some actual fanart once i have more time :]

[lovechai]

alhaitham x afab! reader

involves ! nsfw themes (no explicit sexual content), fuck buddy arrangement, kissing, angst, one-sided love

author's note : couldn't sleep even tho i have my finals exam in a few hours. how do i get alhaitham out of my mind help

you wonder how did you get to this point.

you were not in the mood for sex, and alhaitham only knew that once he had just gotten to your place. you didn't provide him with any kind of explanation, but even so, he was pretty understanding of your feelings and respected your decision. and yet, for some reason you can't comprehend, he asked if he could stay for awhile. even when you two are merely fuck buddies, nothing more and nothing less.

it puzzled you. as far as you knew, both of you agreed on a contractual relationship of sexual nature, and for the most part, it stayed that way. neither of you has ever attempted to pursue more than that, hence why you aren't even close friends with him. he also never stays over. until now.

so what changed?

you know that you should never feel bad for saying no, but he probably had gone here straight from his mind-grueling work. your mind was telling you to keep your boundaries for the sake of your waning sanity, while your heart was whispering for you to take the leap.

now is your chance. take it.

you let him stay.

alhaitham sat at the end of the couch while you made yourself cozy at the other end. you could remember that he was reading a book in a language that you couldn't understand while you continued watching the romance movie you were previously indulging yourself in. and there was a huge gap between the two of you that could only be closed if one was brave enough to do so.

now, you're wondering how you got to this point.

you can't remember how, but all of a sudden, you find yourself in the comfort of his lap, gently tracing the stubbles on his jaw with the tips of your fingers. his turquoise eyes are currently fixated on the film playing on the television screen, book long gone from his hands that are now holding you in place. you have long forgotten the show you were watching as you are too busy studying his handsome face at the moment.

you have never done this before. you have once wanted to, maybe sometimes, but as it is a whole different kind of intimacy, doing so would be overstepping the line you drew.

soon you find his gaze on you. your fingers stop at what they're doing, and instead, settle on the breadth of his chest. you feel heat run up to your cheeks.

"what's wrong?" alhaitham asks, his deep voice tinged with concern.

you.

"nothing," you tell him with a small and shy smile.

his arms tighten their hold around your waist. you wish to the archons that he doesn't notice how your heart is beating loudly in your chest.

he takes his attention back to the television. "kaveh's been complaining about how you aren't hanging out with him lately."

it's because of you.

you let the words linger on the tip of your tongue. then you heave a sigh, slowly wrapping your arms around his neck. "is that why you're here?"

there is a slight pause before his answer comes. "yes."

you study his features again, and his expression has remained cold and distant that suddenly you miss seeing him melting in your touch. you try to resist the nagging urge to do something, to feel him on your lips, to see how he would react. will he shy away? or will he return it?

and so you lean closer, pressing your lips lightly against his jaw. you hear his breath hitch and feel his hands still. as you pepper featherlight kisses along the line of his jaw, you readjust yourself on his lap so that you're straddling him, his hands now on the curve of your ass.

you have never kissed him before. but now, you're about to cross that line. you steel yourself for one moment when you reach the corner of his slightly parted lips. he looks at you with his eyes darkened with need and lust as you card your fingers through his soft gray hair. and then, this time, you finally lean in to kiss his lips.

your stomach coils itself at the warmth of his lips on yours. and when he tilts his head to deepen the kiss, your heart is ready to burst at the seams. his hand reaches up to the back of your neck, his tongue licking into your mouth with fervor, tasting you right there and then. you mewl from all the emotions swirling within you, your mind running empty from the way he kisses you good.

he ends up taking you there on the couch that night, and for the first time in your arrangement with him, you silently cried in his arms from all the pleasure and ache you felt as he pounded his cock into you, capturing your lips in another heated kiss which you'd wish was full of yearning.

the truth is... i'm in love with you. but this will do for now.

[cookieswithay]

"Late night snacking" Actual fic😌

• Serious credits to @o0o0thorn0o0o She drew this lovely picture.

• Normal AU...really normal

•⚠️Spelling mistakes, swearing and American names. And a little suggestive talk at the end ⚠️

• (You guys can guess who's who by the names🤭)

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• "Godammit, Issac, turn the light off already!"

• Hey, the names Issac Kennedy. I'm a college student and currently taking a writing class. And right now, I'm studying for a upcoming exam. With my irritating roommate "Ronnie" pestering me.

• (Ron/Ronnie: A tall fake redhead with a bunch of tattoos. Is (somehow) in all my classes and is on a basketball team)

• "Hell no, I'm not done studying." I snapped back. He's know my damn schedule. He scoffed.

• "Study some other night, the exam is next week"

• "Well if I'm keeping you from your bedtime, go sleep at your girlfriend's!" Silence. I snickered. Ronnie's still too "respectful" to sleep over at Rebecca's.

• (Rebecca: A tiny brunette who badgers me. Unlike Ronnie, she doesn't look her age. She takes the real estate class and is actually relationship with him)

• Now, that he was quiet, back to what I was doing.

• *Whack!*

• "Ow!" I heard laughing. I turned to see Ronnie standing up with a blanket. "Oh, sorry Issac," he said.

• "The pillow just happened to slip outta my hand."

• My jaw clenched. "You bastard." I muttered. He smiled and headed towards the door. "See ya, Issac." I scoffed. After waiting a few minutes for the pain wear off, I got back to my practice test.

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• ~Rumble~

• Damn. As usual, my stomach's interrupting something important. I'm almost done. Maybe, I could...no, no. I sighed and pushed away from my desk. (Hunger pains are no joke) I looked around. Damn, I didn't swipe anything today? I sighed again and stood up. I hate going out at night.

• ~Little later~

• As I walked down the hallway, I started racking brain for eating options. I'm still busy, so I'm definitely not cooking anything. Snacks...did I go shopping recently? My question was answered when I didn't see my name on anything. "Godammit." What've I been doing lately!

• "Olivia!"

• I jumped.

• "Olivia!"

• Oh crap, it's Tessa.

• (Tessa: Yet another brunette in my life, except I actually like this one. She's a childhood friend who I happened to see again when I got here. She's also best friends with a girl named Olivia and is practicing to be a professional boxer)

• "Olivia, we have curfews y'know! We could get in trouble!"

• Geez, way to keep it on the down low. After what felt like a FOREVER, her voice finally walked away. Phew. Let's hope Liv shows herself soon. Tessa practically had smoke coming outta her ears. Anyway, what was I looking for-

• "Issac!"

• I stiffened.

• "Issac! Down here!"

• Oh wait, I know this voice. I bent down. Sure enough, it was the wanted ginger under the table. I smiled. "Hey, Olivia." Instead of saying "hi" back, she pulled me under. By the collar.

• "Oliv-?"

• She covered my mouth. "Shush, shush." What the hell!? Seconds later, she let me go. "Okay, Tessa's is gone." She sighed and straightened out her shirt.

• "So, what brings you out into the wild?"

• She said putting the spotlight on me. (The wild, huh? I'll play along) "Well, I came outta the cave, cause I got hungry."

• She nods. "That makes sense," She smiled.

• "I usually see you when you're hungry."

• "You see me in the hallway too."

• (Damn, have I really been that scarce?) She nodded, and...then we started staring at each other. I cleared my throat. "Anyway, what's got you hiding from Tessa?" This a good talking subject, right? Olivia perked up.

• "That's right!" She said.

• "Well, I took a super long nap earlier."

• Oh yeah, she did have a headache earlier.

• "So, when I woke up, I was super hungry. But it was night then. That's when I decided to sneak out."

• I chuckled. "And that's why Tessa's prowling?" She nodded. "She's worried about me." I snickered. I swear, I don't think I ever had a boring conversation with Olivia.

• (Olivia Ingle: A beautiful girl with pretty orange hair. I never really got the chance to speak to her high school, but we became friends here. As you know, she's friends with Tess. And is taking the culinary class. Even though she has a odd taste buds.)

• "Can we come up from under here, now?"

• I asked. Anywhere is great with her, but under the table is gross. "Oh yeah, of course." She replied. I lifted the tablecloth and she crawled out. I did the same.

• "Although, you should've said something earlier."

• "Why?"

• "Your stomach was growling earlier."

• Holy! Godda- Mother of- I inhaled. "Really?" She nodded. Someone please put me outta my misery.

• "It's alright though."

• "It is?" I thought outloud

• "It's usually super embarrassing. But if you're around nice people, no one will care!"

• She said, with a huge smile. I nodded. "Okay." I said, leaning on the counter. Now, Olivia's rooting through the pantry while humming.

• It got pretty quiet for awhile, until she called my name. "Yeah?"

• "You can have these."

• I looked down. In her hand, were shooting star cookies. I would've been touched if those weren't Tessa's. (She usually eats those on cheat days) "I'm good," Because...

• "I'm on a diet."

• She paused.

• Shit.

• "Are you sure?"

• Options: keep up the lie and starve or chow down and get beat up by Tessa later. Eh, I'll take the beat down. It's not everyday I get to talk to Olivia alone.

• "Alright, you caught me," I said, throwing up my hands. "I was bluffing." She smiled.

• "I thought so!" She set the cookies down and walked towards the fridge.

• She put the usual on the counter: Icecream, Oreos, milk, barbecue lays, etc. Although the chip difference stuck out to me.

• "Barbecue, this time?"

• (She used green onion last time)

• "Mm-hm." She said, while nodding.

• "Last time, the green onion chips overpowered the so- could you open this please? Thank you. And-"

• I listened closely as Olivia chatted on. (And opened the chip bag) To be completely honest, I love talking to her. Sometimes, I even think I'm learning new things about her. Like she's dropping subtle hints about herself. Olivia's so...perfect. (Damn, am I blushing?)

• "Olivia."

• "Yes?"

• "Can you tell me how to make special french toast again?"

• ~Later~

• After snacking, talking, and watching a cat video, I (finally) looked at the time. Damn, it's 12.

• "Liv."

• She looked back from the counter.

• "Liv?"

• Dammit, I said that outloud. "Olivia, Olivia, sorry," I stuttered. "It's midnight now. Anything else you gotta do?"

• "Oh boy,"

• She said with her usual nervous laugh. "I hope Tessa didn't round up a search party or anything."

• "No, but I'm glad I didn't."

• We both jumped. Tessa's here! In a instant, Olivia was in my arms. (And I didn't even grab her this time) She took a breath.

• "Jesus christ, Olivia! Where the heck were you!?"

• ~Yet another later~

• After getting scolded AND hit (we both did), we got sent to our rooms. Luckily, Tess was nice enough to let us walk together. "Damn," I grumbled. "Does she usually hit this hard?" I haven't been scolded by Tessa in awhile.

• "We actually got lucky." Olivia responded.

• "She held back because she was worried."

• She held back!? I feel like my head's bleeding. "Oh." I replied. "Good for us, I guess." After some more talking, we were at her room.

• "Well, this is my stop." She said, smiling again. "Tonight was fun," She said.

• "Even if we did get in trouble in the end." She said, with a shrug.

• "It wouldn't be the first time for us." I muttered. We nearly get screwed alot. Welp, better say bye-

• "Oh! I almost forgot!"

• Olivia said, running into her room. Uh... I peeked in.

• "Oliv- Ah!"

• "I got it!"

• She shouted, conveniently coming out right now. "Right here," She pulled me back on my feet. And gave me a pink flyer. "A sweet festival is happening on Melody road this saturday!" She said. "I asked my friends the other day but they all have plans,"

• ...Is she asking me out?

• "So I was wondering if maybe you wanted to come?"

• She is asking me out!

• I cleared my throat. Play it cool. "I gotta drop my sisters off at a friend's but,"

• Play it cool!

• "I'm free."

• Yes! She smiled, but turned it off. "Uh...Olivia?" She did a quick look around.

• "Tessa's still in the bathroom, right?"

• "Yeah?"

• "Okay, good."

• Before I could say anything else, she wrapped her arms my neck. And...kissed me. ACTUALLY kissed me! Not on my cheek, not on my top lip, a real life kiss! When she pulled away, she covered her mouth.

• "Um,"

• She looked down.

• "You still wanna go to festival, right?"

• "Yes!"

• Normally, I would've been embarrassed about the giddiness. But, I'm SO not thinking straight. Olivia blushed and started messing with her hair.

• "Okay, see you on Saturday!"

• She said, smiling. Then she just ran into her room. Oh my god. I was kissed! By Olivia! I can't wrap my head around this!

• "What's got you jazzed?"

• I jumped. I turned to see Ronnie behind me. "What the hell, Ronnie!? Don't sneak up on me like!" Jeez, I almost flew outta my skin. He frowned. "Oh get a grip, Issac,"

• "Just wondering where you were."

• I sighed.

• "I was just walking around."

• "At night?"

• "Yes."

• "But you don't like going anywhere."

• Classic Ronnie, asking a ton of personal questions. "No reason, alright." Can he just drop it? When I didn't hear another nosy question, I looked back at him. He was just...staring at me.

• "What?"

• He blinked.

• "You got kissed, didn't you?"

• Huh!?

• I scoffed. "I have no idea what your talking about!" He started laughing. "You did!" God frickin dammit.

• "I have a girlfriend, doofus. I know the symptoms like the back of my hand."

• "I don't have any symptoms!"

• "I wonder who did it...?"

• I'm not staying for this. I turned on my heels, and started down the hall. I could hear Ronnie cackling behind me. Asshole- wait a sec?

• "Since we're on the topic of women,"

• (This'll get him)

• "What happened with Rebecca?"

• He turned red. "Whaddya mean what happened?"

• (He's dodging the question now.😏) "You went to her room like 2 hours ago, why'd you leave?"

• "If you must know, nosy I had to pick up something."

• I snickered. "What? Condu-"

• "Issac!"

• Now it's my turn to laugh! "Am I right!?"

• Instead of answering, Ronnie turned me around and basically starting pushing back to our dorm. After poking fun at him a little more, I ended deciding to do the practice test tomorrow.

• (It's not like I'd be able to focus after tonight)

• So now I'm laying in my bed, wondering about my date... What am I gonna wear!?

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[judjira]

subway shenanigans

AN: this one's pretty funny HAHA i think i did a pretty good job with this one, also it kinda tempted me to make like an smau-style drabble?? idk how to do that but hey it sounds cool HAHA

pairing: dahyun/samotzu apartment au wc: 3871

One bright and beautiful sunny afternoon, when the birds were chirping at their brightest, when there was naught but a cloud in the sky, when the autumn breeze blew wonderfully, Dahyun woke up on the subway.

It wasn’t an odd occurrence, usually she dozed off on the subway anyway, thankfully for only a couple of minutes. It shouldn’t have been any different today.

In fact, there wasn’t anything different about today, except for the fact that maybe Dahyun just got a little less sleep than intended last night, too busy studying for an exam she had in the morning.

But, the exam was over, class was done for the day, and Dahyun could go home and surrender herself to sweet slumber.

Yawning as the train doors opened, she shuffled through the entering passengers, not unlike a zombie.

She swiped her card on the turnstile, muffling another yawn. Around her, the commuting hour had well and truly begun, with droves of people scrambling to get on the train.

With a sigh, she walked up the stairs that exited the subway.

And promptly froze in place.

This…was not the exit by her neighborhood.

Dahyun looked left. An unfamiliar road with cars zooming past her.

Dahyun looked right. A strange skyscraper she’d never even seen before.

Quickly opening her phone and scrolling through, Dahyun let out a thoughtful hum.

She was in a completely different city.

Checking the balance on her metrocard was a bit of a sobering experience, considering she had literally used up all of her credits to get to where she was.

And she couldn’t load up on any credits because she’d left her debit card at home, thinking she wouldn’t spend today.

That meant no spare change or bills either, all of them used for her lunch at the university.

“Well.” Dahyun muttered.

She was well and truly stranded.

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Me: hey jeong?

angelbaby 😇💙: yeah?

Me: uh im stuck in another city

angelbaby 😇💙: wat

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“Hm…my Lady is later than usual today.”

Sana tapped her foot on the subway floor. The resounding clack of her heels drew attention to her, but not moreso than her clothing.

Indeed, Sana dressed as she used to, in a velveteen black dress, with red lacing, edges, and bodice. A black bonnet adorned her head, similarly with red highlights. A red purse hung from her elbow, and to top it off, she held a black and crimson parasol in her hand, above her head. Even though she was underground, she could never be too safe.

Her ensemble drew looks from the surrounding commuters, a rather outdated but lovely look. But that wasn’t the only thing out of the ordinary.

“Lady Hirai…has she ever been this late before?”

By her side, a large black wolf whined, expressing uncertainty. A wide berth surrounded Momo, but not out of fear. The clicks of cameras going off was quite audible, but Momo paid no mind to it, instead shaking her head.

“Oh dear. I thought not.”

Suddenly, a ringing erupted from her purse, causing Sana to yelp slightly. Momo could only yip in return.

“…my word.”

Reaching into her purse, Sana took out a slim, piece of metal, her manicured fingers trembling slightly with every ring the metal made.

Her finger swiped, rather hesitantly, on the side of the metal that lit up.

“G-Greetings…this is Lady Minatozaki Sana. How do you do?”

“Sana, that’s cute every single time, but you know you don’t have to do that, right? You can just say hello.”

Until now, the wonders of the modern world never ceased to amaze. Sana’s cheeks colored as she spoke into the phone at an odd angle.

“My Lady…I just…it seems odd to be using this…cellular phone. I cannot see who I’m talking to.”

“Open your camera, silly.”

“M-my what?”

Sana yelped once more as the phone’s screen lit up, Momo cocking her head in confusion.

In the next instant, Dahyun’s face shone on the phone, wide but sleepy smile on her face.

“M-My Lady?”

“It’s the camera feature, Satang! If you press the camera button, I can see you too!”

Eyes squinting like an elderly person trying to configure a smartphone (which she one hundred percent was), Sana eventually managed to press the button, her eyes widening in delight.

“Oh! Hello, my Lady!”

Momo barked, tail wagging as Sana awkwardly lowered the camera to Momo’s level.

“Oh, you’re both there! Hi! Aw, you two look so cute.”

Panting excitedly, Momo licked the screen, causing a number of things to flash on the phone.

“Ack! Lady Hirai! Please don’t do that, the device is sensitive to water!”

Pulling the phone away from Momo’s disappointed whine, Sana cleared her throat.

“Ahem. My Lady, where might you be? It is past your usual hour of arrival.”

“Ah yeah, about that…I’m kind of…stranded.”

Sana blinked.

“Stranded?”

“Yeah, I’m about…two cities over. The one day our subway system’s on time, huh?”

“But…can you not just take the rail going back?”

“Yeeaaaah…I used up all my credits going here, and my debit card’s at home. Got no money on me either. How unlucky.”

“Oh dear.”

“No worries, though! You can just head back home, get some money from Jeong, then get over to me!”

Sana was forced to process all this in a few seconds.

“O-oh, um…I see."

“Yep! No worries! Oh, but um…try not to let the other girls know, alright? Especially Tzu, I’d hate to see what she’d do to the trains if she found out what happened.”

“I…um, my Lady?”

“Just keep a low profile! I’ve already texted Jeong, she’ll know how much to give you! Then, you just gotta buy a ticket going here, then we can buy a ticket for both of us, going back home!”

“Uh…alright, I—”

“You got all that?”

Sana glanced towards Momo, eyes flitting rather uncertainly. Momo could only yip in reassurance.

“I…yes. I understand, my Lady.”

“Alright, cool! Uh…not that I’m afraid or anything, but do you think you can come before it’s dark? College girl alone after dark…not so reassuring, haha.”

Sana’s eyes widened, only realizing now the importance of her task. Her Lady was in danger, in a foreign city with no one around to help. And only Sana (and Momo) could help her.

Sana could not fail.

“I will not let you down, my Lady.”

“Great! I’m counting on you, Satang! See you soon! I love you!”

The phone’s screen turned dark, indicating the call had ended.

Sana stuffed the phone into her purse, a visage of determination dawning on her face. She would not let her Lady down.

“Come, Lady Hirai. We must rescue our Lady posthaste.”

“Arf!”

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angelbaby 😇💙: got the money! gave it to the dahyun protection squad™

angelbaby 😇💙: minus jihyo cus she’s out rn

Me: nice!! thank u very much jeong

angelbaby 😇💙: yep! they left already, you’ll be home in no time

Me: wait

Me: did u tell tzu too?

angelbaby 😇💙: uh yeah? she’s part of the squad™

Me: fuck

angelbaby 😇💙: what’s wrong?

Me: jeong, its tzuyu

Me: remember the last time i got lost?

angelbaby 😇💙: oh

angelbaby 😇💙: oh fuck

Me: oh fuck indeed

angelbaby 😇💙: well, it can’t be that bad, can it?

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Where did things go wrong?

“I’m sorry, ma’am, but if you’d like to order a ticket, you can do so by the ticket machine. This stall’s for customer service.”

“I should smite you where you stand, mortal.”

Her Lady had only asked a few things from her, and Sana couldn’t even follow up on that.

“Ma’am, that is a threat, and I could call security on you for that.”

“Oh, it is indeed a threat. Father shall have you judged most vindictively.”

Don’t let Tzuyu know, she said. Keep a low profile, she said.

“Security? There’s another crazy lady here.”

“Crazy? You foolish, insignificant, worthless—”

“Ma’am, please follow us.”

“Unhand me! I should destroy this whole subway for misleading Kim Dahyun into—”

“Ma’am, please don’t force us. Just come quietly, and we’ll talk about this in a—”

“No! I am a Seraph! I demand to be treated as such!”

Oh dear.

“Lady Chou, I think it best if you were to just follow as these folks would wish you to.”

A stunned silence hung over this area of the subway, everyone’s attention turned to the beautiful, nobly dressed, and dazzling lady in heels.

And the wolf by her side.

“Bark!”

Tzuyu, eyes still somewhat angry, glanced at Sana.

“Minatozaki Sana, these men—”

“—are only trying to do their job. As are we, yes?”

Sana smiled, pleasantly, at the angel who had now halted in her place, looking around at the guards who were now sweating trying to pull at the seemingly young lady who refused to move.

Tzuyu finally relaxed, drawing a sigh of relief from Sana.

“…very well.”

That was the last Sana saw of Tzuyu (for now) as she was begrudgingly ushered off by a herd of guards that kept a five-foot distance away from her.

“I’m terribly sorry for that inconvenience, my friend can be rather…excitable.”

The subway worker at the counter sighed.

“Not to worry, ma’am. We get people like that every now and then. Now, what can I help you with?”

Sana inwardly shuddered. Now came the hard part.

“I would like a ticket to this city, please.”

The worker raised an eyebrow.

“That’s pretty far for this time of day.”

Sana stiffened, posturing up and holding her parasol at an angle.

“My business is my own.”

“Alright, alright. It’s my job to check these kinds of things, you understand. Especially with what happened with your friend.”

Sana chose not to answer that, instead keeping quiet. Inside, she was shuddering quite so. What was it with humans nowadays and their pervasive questions and nature?

“Here are your tickets, ma’am. Oh, and um…we don’t allow dogs that big on the train.”

The worker gestured to Momo, who was sniffing at some newspaper that was left on the ground.

“O-Oh?”

“Yeah, it might bother some other commuters. Even if your dog is pretty cute.”

At that, Momo’s head tilted up to the counter, tilting in confusion. The worker gushed.

“Aw.”

“I assure you, sir, she is very well domesticated, and she would not hurt a fly.”

Momo let out a yip of offense at the description.

“Regardless, ma’am, I have to insist.”

Sana inwardly cursed. She couldn’t just leave Momo here, who knows what could happen to her?

(In truth, Sana’s legs just shook at the thought of being alone in a train and having to suffer small talk with other commuters.)

“B-but, sir…”

In the next instant, all Sana heard was a deep growling that dropped her stomach to the floor.

Turning to Momo, Sana clenched up, as Momo’s silver eyes gleamed dangerously at the worker, deep and gritty growl raising the goosebumps on her neck.

And the worker’s, too.

“Ack…um, I meant…sure! Y-yeah, you can take your dog with you!”

And the next moment, Momo was back to panting excitedly, silver eyes gleaming with a rather apt satisfaction.

“…my thanks, then.”

Sana’s fingers snatched at the ticket, rushing off to the trains before anyone could say another word.

So much for low profile.

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Me: so

Me: why am i receiving a call from subway security

Me: saying that i need to come get a distressed young woman of whom i am listed as an emergency contact

angelbaby 😇💙: wow that’s pretty weird

angelbaby 😇💙: haha

Me: jeong pls

angelbaby 😇💙: okay okay, i’m sorry

angelbaby 😇💙: but at least the worst has passed, right?

Me: they just texted

Me: she’s disappeared

angelbaby 😇💙: …

angelbaby 😇💙: i swear to father i am going to murder that angel

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Yes, it was true.

Sana was guilty.

Of the most heinous crime imaginable.

“I am sorry, Lady Hirai.”

She spoke with such sorrow, one could only imagine that it was necessary, what she did.

But no, it was only out of self-preservation.

Sana was a selfish, cruel being.

And she deserved every bit of punishment for it.

With one last mournful glance towards Momo, she covered her face.

Momo let out a devastating howl at the treachery.

Never. Never would she forgive Sana for this slight against her.

And as a hand descended towards her face, Momo accepted her fate.

“Puppy!”

“She’s so big!”

“Her fur is so fluffy!”

“Now, now, children. One at a time.”

Momo let out another sorrowful whine as a child pressed their face against her fur.

“Big doggie!”

Holding tightly onto a metal rod affixed to the floor, Sana swallowed another gulp as the train hit another bumpy rail.

These confounded things were too bumpy, and every shake of the rail cabin had Sana fearing for her life, her skin turning shades paler than it already was.

These things were a deathtrap. And her Lady rode these everyday?

No wonder humans were so sturdy.

She winced at another of Momo’s whines, as another child grasped at her tail.

“Fluffy!”

Guilt wracked at her heart for giving Momo up to the children that occupied the train car before them.

She had to, otherwise, she would be forced to entertain their questions about her, and children were…

Well, they were a different beast entirely.

“Forgive me, Lady Hirai.”

With one last glance towards Momo’s silent suffering, Sana squeezed her eyes shut, praying that the train ride would soon end.

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Me: woah

angelbaby 😇💙: what’s up?

Me: there’s a lady talking to me

angelbaby 😇💙: really?

Me: yeah shes super pretty

angelbaby 😇💙: why not ask her out?

Me: bc im sleepy and i wanna go home jeong

Me: and im already dating like eight of u

Me: thats already a lot of effort

Me: and u guys r a handful

angelbaby 😇💙: 😔

Me: i dont mind

Me: u know i love taking care of yall

angelbaby 😇💙: 🥰

Me: also i think this woman isnt human so i would rly appreciate it if samotzu got here faster

angelbaby 😇💙: ???

-----

They finally made it. The same subway station their Lady had gotten off on.

Now, all they had to do was find her.

“Lady Hirai, do you think you could…”

Momo turned her head away, sniffing haughtily. Sana slumped.

“I already apologized, Lady Hirai. I had no other choice.”

Sana could only frown at the way Momo stayed at least 5 feet away from her. She sighed. Guess she expected this, anyhow.

“Even if you are mad at me, Lady Hirai, our Lady needs our help. And we can find her much faster if you use your sense of smell.”

Sana could use her abilities, yes, but she detested using them. Especially since she would have to use them to smell her Lady’s blood. And she wouldn’t want to lose control.

Momo, thankfully, acquiesced. She sniffed, rather reluctantly.

Her Lady had to be close by. It was getting close to dark, and who knew what horrors in the dark could get to her, without any of her tenants by her side.

Momo padded up the stairs that left the subway, and Sana followed in turn, being careful to prop up the parasol she had in hand.

As they rose the steps, the sunset gleamed over the skyscrapers of the foreign city, casting shadows over the street they exited onto.

Sana couldn’t help but gasp in amazement.

Human structures and cities in this age were so advanced, it was hard not to look on in wonder as Sana did, her eyes following the gleam of every window of every building on every street she saw. Towering over her, they were magnificent in their stature.

“Arf!”

Sana blinked out of her reverie, to see Momo rounding the corner of an alley by the subway exit. She quickly made haste to join her.

Only to feel her blood chill as her eyes laid on the scene.

“Oh, you go to this university? That’s crazy, me too!”

“Really? Wow, it’s a small world. What course did you graduate from?”

“Applied Physics and Material Sciences!”

The Lady of the Sanctuary was being harassed by a strange lady.

Sana tensed at the same time Momo started growling, but it seemed that the Lady didn’t notice.

“Oh, sheesh, that’s a quota course, isn’t it?”

The woman, tall in high heels and dressed in a blazer and slacks, pressed glasses up the bridge of her nose, chuckling.

“Yeah, I got in on a director’s list scholarship.”

“Wow, you must be really smart.”

How dare this woman take advantage of the Lady’s socially acceptable people skills?

Sana felt her fangs bare, restricting herself from snarling out loud. Instead, she cleared her throat, and the Lady finally turned to her, eyes brightening.

“Oh, Satang, Momoring! You’re here!”

Momo, ever the more relaxed, immediately stopped snarling, instead trotting over to the Lady with a bright gleam in her eyes and tail wagging.

“Oh, a dog! How cute!”

The strange woman crouched down, beckoning Momo over, but to no avail, as the wolf’s attention was solely on the Lady.

“We came…as soon as we could, my Lady.”

Eyes still glancing distrustfully at the woman, Sana allowed a smile to grace her features. The visage of her Lady smiling at her would never fail to bring her joy.

“Cool. I’m pretty tired already. Oh, thanks for keeping me company!”

The Lady smiled towards the woman, only to have the woman politely bow in return.

“It was my pleasure. It’s not every day I get a conversation as enlightening as this.”

“Thanks anyway, Ms. Kang.”

“Just Seulgi, please. Ms. Kang makes me fee old.

The aforementioned ‘Seulgi’ turned her smile to Sana, lips only mysteriously curving up further.

“Is this your friend?”

Sana took that opportunity to step forward, eyes narrowing at the stranger.

“Indeed. My name is Minatozaki Sana.”

The woman’s eyes widened immeasurably, and for some reason, so did her smile. Briskly walking over to her, she grabbed Sana’s hand.

If it were any other moment, Sana would have lashed out, fangs bared and hands ready to kill.

But this woman simply shook her hand. With quite the amount of force.

“What an honor it is to meet you, Lady Minatozaki. I’ve heard many things!”

Momo simply tilted her head, mirroring Sana’s confusion.

“Then this must be Lady Hirai! Oh, what a wonderful coincidence!”

Seulgi grinned with no small amount of amusement, turning to the Lady with vigor.

“These are your tenants, then? Oh, how wonderful!”

The confusion seemed to be apparent on Sana’s face, turning from the Lady to Seulgi interchangably, since Seulgi could only grin at Sana reassuredly.

“Not to worry, Lady Minatozaki. I have been watching over Dahyun ever since I felt her exit the subway. You have my word she is unharmed!”

The Lady took that time to step forward and put a hand on Seulgi’s shoulder gently.

“Thank you, Ms. Kang, but Sana here’s a little…jittery with strangers.”

Sana couldn’t help but agree, as Seulgi’s grip on her hand was now beginning to ache.

“Oh, where are my manners?”

Seulgi let go of Sana’s hand to bow, once towards Sana, once towards Momo. As she finished, she flashed both of them a great big smile.

“My true name is Callisto. I watch over this area of the city, along with a few of my own.”

The name sounded Greek, yet it rang no bells in Sana’s mind. Until the Lady decided to help her.

“She’s a shapeshifter, like Chaeng. Also a constellation, somehow, but what matters is I’m safe.”

Looking between Seulgi’s everglowing grin and the Lady’s weary smile, Sana could not be more confused.

But then, this was the Lady. And nothing ever normal happened to her.

With Momo’s best attempt at a shrug in wolf form, Sana resigned herself to her confusion. Her fangs receded, instead gracing Seulgi with an uncertain smile.

“…you have my thanks then, Lady Kang.”

Seulgi nodded, her head shaking so fast it could have popped off.

“Of course! Anything for the Sanctuary. Perhaps, you might like to visit our own? It’s not as safe, and our wards aren’t as specialized, but—”

Oh dear. This was what Sana feared this whole time on this journey.

Conversation.

Thankfully, the Lady decided to intervene.

“Thank you, Ms. Kang, but maybe another time? We’re quite tired from today.”

Seulgi did not seem deterred by the rebuttal.

“Of course! Let me know when you do want to pass by, though! Our haven’s always welcome to the Lady of the Sanctuary and her tenants!”

Finally, comfort flooded back into Sana’s system as she felt the Lady’s hand slip into her own, fingers interlacing naturally with hers.

“Thanks again, Ms. Kang. We’ll see you around.”

The shapeshifter waved her hand excitedly, glasses on the verge of falling off of her face.

Momo padded to their side as they turned to leave.

“Whew. Extroverts. Can’t stand them.”

Sana could not help but agree.

“How was the subway?”

Terrible. Disastrous. Horrid. Never again.

Momo didn’t need to hear Sana say anything to shudder terribly, still glaring at Sana out of the side of her eye.

“It was…fine, my Lady.”

Thankfully, Dahyun didn’t seem to catch on, instead smiling and squeezing Sana’s hand, to which Sana let out a quick sigh of relief.

“That’s great. Let’s go home?”

This was quite the adventure. Not to say that Sana would have ever liked to experience it again, but knowing that she had done her job, braved the subway system, talked to strangers, and rescued her Lady from darkness was enough for her to be satisfied.

“We shall.”

Yet, there was still something she couldn’t help but feel like she forgot—

The flapping of wings.

“Kim Dahyun!”

“Oh, hello there!”

“Who are you?!”

“Oh, my name’s Kang Seulgi, I’m an IT specialist in—”

“Are you the one who kept Kim Dahyun here against her will?!”

“Me? Oh, I don’t think so, I was merely keeping her company as your companions were—”

“This is unacceptable! This city is far too large to navigate!”

“Oh, well, if you look at the subway maps, then I’m sure you can find—”

“Curse the blasted subway!”

“Oh my, you’re getting quite bright, that hurts my eyes a little bit—”

Sana sighed.

No, there was no such thing as a normal day as a tenant of the apartment.

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Me: otw home now

angelbaby 😇💙: yaaaay

Me: whats the account for the apartment again

angelbaby 😇💙: why?

Me: tzu kind of blew up a subway station

Me: no one got hurt thankfully

Me: but we kind of have to pay for damages

angelbaby 😇💙: …

angelbaby 😇💙: how much

Me: uh

Me: i think its better if i tell you in person

angelbaby 😇💙: …

angelbaby 😇💙: tell tzuyu she’s not getting any hugs or kisses tonight

Me: okay yeah that did it shes quiet and rly sad now

angelbaby 😇💙: good

Me: do i get hugs and kisses

angelbaby 😇💙: normally i’d say yes, but i told you to go to sleep early last night and you didn’t, so no

Me: ):

angelbaby 😇💙: maybe just one

Me: (: