#and maybe someday we'll meet each other again

[scrcrwfsh]

i got soup

[leo-interactive-fiction]

ROs being teleported to the past and finding MC as a cute child

Haha, let's see...

E: Your wide, saucer like eyes look up at the smiling figure as they squat down to your level.

"Hey MC... It's been a while... since I've seen you like this..."

"You look familiar..." you murmur quizzically.

"I know... you don't have to recognize me now, but always know..." They envelop your small hands in theirs, "I'll always be by your side, so please don't forget me... okay...?"

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R: You see them brush a strand of golden hair from their face as they stoop down.

"Well, I wasn't expecting this..."

"Who are you...?" You tilt your head obliviously.

"Oh, me? You don't have to worry about it for now," R looks into your eyes for a moment, finding something in it that makes them chuckle before standing back up and turning away, "Yeah... just forget about me for now, okay? I want our first meeting to be just as it is..."

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You have to crane your neck to look up at the towering figure before you.

"A-Ah, that must be uncomfortable... my apologies," They awkwardly move to sit on the floor with you, "My curiosity got the better of me, and I wished to see..."

"Who are you...?" You ask, still having to tilt your head slightly to look at them.

"I am, um..." L tinkers with the small silver hairpin that catches your youthful fascination, "Oh! Would you like to see? Be careful though... it's important to me..."

As you grasp the elegantly crafted spiral shaped hairpin, you sense a vague, foreign feeling welling up within you.

L continues softly, "Maybe... you would like to keep it? I truly believe that someday... it will find it's way back to me..."

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You watch as the silver haired figure sits down next to you, taking in the world around them.

"This is... where you came from..." They draw their legs to their knees, as if trying to shield themselves, "There's no gunshots... no smoke... no death..."

"Who are you...?" You ask hesitantly.

"I will tell you... next time..." They look at you for a fleeting moment before turning away, continuing quietly, "When you see me again... tell me that I'll be okay..."

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You gaze up at the brutish redhead standing before you.

"So it's actually you, huh...?"

"Do you know me...?" You wonder aloud.

"Yeah, something like that..." They huff and crouch low to look you in the eyes, "Don't worry too much about it. Eventually we'll see each other again."

"When?"

"I don't know, but when we do... try to ignore what I tell you."

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Your attention is taken by the humming redhead crouching in front of you, wearing an amused smile.

"Oh... you're so... adorable... as a kid..."

"Do you know me...?" You wonder aloud.

M taps a finger to your lips, hushing you playfully, "You shouldn't... ruin... the surprise... Just look forward... to when... you're ready for it... okay...?

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K: You feel a sense of overwhelming unease as the unkempt stranger reaches towards you, gripping you by your shoulders in a tight claim as they look deep in your eyes.

"You are important. Do you understand? So very important..."

"W-Who are you...?"

"Me? You want to know... me?" A strangely sharp smile creeps onto the strangers face, "I am... the only one you need... Promise me... that you will remember me..."

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S: You yelp as the homely stranger suddenly picks you up.

"What! Ya got so small! I could throw ya!"

"W-wha-- AH!" You scream in fright as S does a small practice toss of you up in the air, nearly dropping you onto the hard floor below before finally catching you.

"Oop! That could'a been bad! Nearly pancaked your head there!" S merely laughs it off as you are striken with unrecoverable childhood trauma.

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You instinctively shudder under the frigid gaze of the stranger before you, even as they bend over to look at you more closely.

"Oh...? How wholly unremarkable... to think you would grow to be..." They pause, seeming to silently berate themselves.

"Do you know me?" You murmur hesitantly.

"That is correct... though it appears you do not know me... rest assured, though, that will not be the case for long..." A devilish smile creases the thin line on their face as they pat your head, "Perhaps if I start feeding you information from a developmental stage, it may expedite our process later... I look forward to seeing how you internalize this..."

F chuckles darkly and settles in as you are subjected to everlasting mental trauma.

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Thank you for the ask! I had a lot of fun with it haha

[mrsshabana]

Always the groomsman, never the groom

♡ CW: 18+ MDNI, Female!reader x Gyutaro, mostly fluff and angst, some smut. Reader is a groomsmaid and Gyutaro is a groomsman.

♡ AN: I was a bridesmaid at a wedding this weekend so it inspired me to make this oneshot!

Gyutaro had been a groomsman at numerous weddings. All of his friends getting married, yet he couldn't even manage to ask a girl out.

And here he is yet again at another wedding. This time it was Akaza getting married. Gyutaro didn't know his husband to be very well, but he remembers him from college. Kyojuro Rengoku.

Gyutaro was happy for his friend, but he couldn't help but be a little jealous. He wants more than anything to fall in love and someday get married, but all he was able to manage was the occasional hook up. And even that was rare.

He's not too fond of hook ups, but he's so desperate for any kind of affection that he's willing to do almost anything. And no matter how hard he tries to get to know someone, they always leave before he can wake up in the morning. Leaving him alone, yet again. At this point he's convinced that's how things were meant to be.

Gyutaro can't help but wonder if he would be able to meet someone at the wedding. But is it really worth the inevitable heart break? When he sees you he starts to think that it might be.

You're a part of the wedding party on Kyojuro's side, you must be one of his close friends. Gyutaro immediately notices how beautiful you are. And the way your breasts look in that dress isn't bad either.

Gyutaro's breath hitches when he finds out you'll be partnered with him during the ceremony. He's not sure whether to be excited or filled with dread that he get's paired with the one person he was crushing on.

You remember he wasn't able to make it to the rehearsal so you had to practice with someone else, but now that he's here you might as well introduce yourself.

"Hi there! I'm Y/N," you say in a friendly tone, reaching out your hand, "It's nice to meet you, looks like we'll be paired for the ceremony."

"H-hey," he reaches out and shakes your hand, "I'm Gyutaro."

You give him a recap of everything they told you at the rehearsal, "So it's super easy, you'll just follow the other guys down the aisle. Then after the ceremony, Akaza and Kyojuro will walk down the aisle. Then each of us will get with our partners and walk down the aisle after them."

"So... I just walk over to you and uh...?" He's trying to pay attention but he keeps staring at your boobs.

You smile, "We'll go after Douma and Shinobu. Once they get halfway down the aisle we'll walk to the middle, latch arms, and walk together. You can just follow my lead," You try to make it make sense but it's hard to explain since he wasn't there for the rehearsal.

"Oh ok, cool. Sounds easy enough," he says as he has absolute no clue what to do.

When it comes time for the ceremony to start, it goes pretty smoothly. Gyutaro just follows the other guys' lead. The whole ceremony is really beautiful and you feel yourself tearing up when Akaza and Kyojuro read their vows to each other.

After they kiss and walk down the aisle, you look over at Gyutaro. He knows what to do right?

His palms are sweaty and he can't remember for the life of him what he's supposed to do. He's lucky Douma goes before him so he can see what he's supposed to do.

The two of you meet in the middle and you lock arms with him, "What'd you think of the ceremony?" you whisper to him as you walk down the aisle together.

"It was real nice, I'm happy for them," He smiles, trying to hide the shakiness in his voice.

You, Gyutaro, and the rest of the wedding party wait around to take photos while the rest of the guests have the reception.

The whole time Gyutaro's thoughts are running rampant. You were so nice to him! No girl has ever been so kind to him, but maybe you were just being nice? There's no way you have a crush on him or something. That'd be absurd, you've only known him for a few hours.

He has no way of knowing that you actually find him very handsome, especially in that suit he's wearing. He has a je ne sais quoi about him. Something unique that you've never seen in a guy before.

After the photos you spend most of the wedding with your friends, and Gyutaro spends time with his. It's not until the wedding is almost over and everyone has had a few drinks that you talk to him again.

You noticed he was sitting alone at a table so you went over and sat next to him, "Hey Gyutaro, mind if I join you?"

His cheeks immediately become rosy, "I uh- no, not at all. Go ahead."

He's at a loss for words. A girl has never came up to him like this and initiated a conversation. Could you possibly be... interested in him?

He soon finds out when after talking for over an hour, he asks you if you want to come over to his place tonight. It's a bold move, and he never would have done it without the help of some alcohol. He swears he's dreaming when you actually agree.

"Are you sure...?" he asks.

"Yeah! Unless you're secretly a murderer or something," you smile and nudge his shoulder.

He figures he should take advantage of this opportunity before you realize how repulsive he is and change your mind. So he quickly takes you on his motorcycle, back to his apartment in the city.

When you get there Gyutaro tries to play it cool, showing you around his apartment and trying to make friendly conversation. But really he just wants to get to the main event. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't feeling incredibly horny.

It doesn't take long before you find yourself sitting on his lap, making out with him on his bed. His hands already pushing up your dress to grab at your ass.

You're so different from the other women Gyutaro has hooked up with. They never went as far as wanting to kiss him, let alone actually bothering to touch him like you are. It sends shivers down his spine and makes him feel amounts of affection he didn't know possible.

He starts to get really nervous when you lay on your back. You actually want to see his face while he fucks you? He's only ever done doggy style with his previous partners because his face would ruin the mood. But not you.

You caress his cheek and look into his eyes as he plunges into you. That's the moment that he becomes attached to you, feeling himself falling for you.

He almost loses it when you moan his name and hold him close to your body as he thrusts into you. He thought this kind of shit was only in the movies, not real life. Let alone for a guy like him.

You don't yell at him when he becomes too overwhelmed by emotion to pull out. Instead you wrap your arms around him, kiss him, and tell him what a good job he did.

He knows how pathetic he must seem, but he can't help but cling to you. Holding you close to him, and nuzzling his nose into your hair. God you smell so good.

You aren't used to having hook ups like this, so you hope he won't mind if you stay the night. And by his clinginess it seems like he doesn't want you to leave either.

In the morning, Gyutaro wakes up in a panic. He slept in too late, you must have already left. He shoots up with wide eyes only to see your sleeping form still beside him.

"She... she didn't leave?" he mumbles to himself, "But they always leave..."

You're different. You're special. And this is when Gyutaro realizes that he's falling in love with you. Maybe the next time he goes to a wedding he won't just be a groomsman, but the groom.

[accio-victuuri]

4/20/2024 zsww fake rumor post. 💕

Contribute

I wish you all the best these days

✌🏼: I miss you.

👍🏻: you say it like you don’t.

✌🏼:...

👍🏻: OK OK

Like coaxing a child

It's quite obscure. The moonlight tonight is so beautiful.

✌🏼: Happy.

👍🏻: Uh-huh. Happy.

✌🏼: Is that all?

👍🏻: What else could it be, Wls?

✌🏼: What would have happened if I hadn’t met you now?

👍🏻: What do you think?

✌🏼:I don’t know

👍🏻Bo I think we will meet eventually

✌🏼: hmmmm 😊

���🏻‍♀️ happy again

IM DYING. this convo whether it’s true or not is so sweet! i think the same way as XZ. even if they didn’t have the chance to have a closer relationship because of CQL, they will eventually meet because of their common friends. or maybe a project or event where they could have been introduced and hit it off. there is no way these two wouldn’t gravitate towards each other at some point. and OP’s use of the emoji, is questioning these lovesick fools and what makes them happy. lol. we get it!

✌🏼:When will it be scheduled?

👍🏻: wait a little longer

✌🏼: i want to go now

👍🏻: It's being arranged

✌🏼: You knew all along.

👍🏻: Yeah, yeah, yeah, what can I do to you?

✌🏼: 👀

2+6=8 and that was the year ( alternative translation is that’s the year )

cpfs are guessing what year this is 2&6, is this 2026? but there is an 8, 2028? what’s gonna happen? where are they going? 👁️👄👁️ the next part might explain it:

Someone's directing, someone's acting.

One step at a time, we'll get to the top.

AND THIS IS WHERE WE LOSE OUR MINDS. is this saying what we think it’s saying???? i know this is fake but i am hoping that maybe someday.. they can really work together.

See you next time 🍸

source.

END.

[just-4-thought]

Explaining death to my toddler

She died today.

I don't really know what that means.

You may spend the rest of your life trying to figure it out.

But we won't see her anymore

--at least not in this lifetime.

I could talk about infinite time and recycled matter

and how maybe after billions and billions of years our atoms will align in the same way and we'll meet each other again.

I could tell you that she went to a beautiful, peaceful place with all her favorite things

and maybe someday we will meet her there.

I could talk about how we'll see her everyday

--at least for a while--

in the purple quilt she sewed for your birthday,

in the laughter haunting the back pew,

in her wild stories retold again,

in every time we stand our ground and try to live our lives the way she would want us to.

I could say a lot of things.

I didn't say enough to her.

Fierce and tough as bedrock

But so gentle and kind and full of laughter.

I wanted her to be a role model for you, for me.

But she died today.

We won't see her again.

[totheseok]

home is where the heart is

Jung Sungchan x reader

synopsis: Sungchan and y/n are family friends but y/n moved abroad and they lost touch, now y/n is back in Korea for uni and it's just so happens sungchan is attending too and now he's helping her readjust and navigate through life in Korea. What could possibly go wrong?

stage three: fuck.......it, we ball

(written + smau)

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warnings: swearing

After the acceptances came in summer went by relatively fast and now y/n found herself packing for Korea. She found it ironic how her parents moved to Canada from Korea for new opportunities, yet here she was, packing to go back.

Most of her stuff was packed, minus her toothbrush and other essentials that she would need in the morning before her flight, and a small worn-out puppy plushie, sitting on her bed waiting for her to get ready to sleep.

It's interesting how attached she is to the stuffed toy her childhood friend gave her, despite the fact that she barely thought about him. Yet, she couldn't sleep without this plushie. She's tried. Multiple times.

Maybe it's the circumstances that she got it under, the way it was a moment of selflessness from two seven year old kids about to be separated for who's how long. Maybe the two stuffed toys exchanged that night were the physical manifestation of a promise made to each other.

"I promise someday we'll meet again." tears threatening to fall from Sungchan's eyes.

"Pinky promise?"

"Pinky promise."

And maybe that's why Y/N found the little mound of polyester and cotton so comforting, maybe it provided certainty in uncertain times. And it might just help her reunite with her friend.

Truth be told. Y/N lied when she said she didn't try finding Sungchan on social media. The first name she looked up on Instagram the day she made her account was "Jung Sungchan".

At one point, when she was around sixteen, she also successfully found him, but she decided it would be weird if someone you haven't seen or spoken to in nine years suddenly followed you on Instagram. So she decided against it and moved on.

Her flight to Korea was the next morning, and if there's one thing she knew it's that she would not be sleeping before it.

So for the first time in years she allowed herself to ponder on the what ifs. What if she never moved to Canada. What if she ran into Sungchan in Seoul.

Wait, he used to like movies and his dad went to snu which made it his dream university. So what if he was doing something creative media related at snu too.

No that would be crazy. Right?

Right?!

a/n: this one's more of a filler chapter and I can't say I like it very much but... fuck it we ball.(I'm so funny)

taglist (open): @seungzzzz @wccycc @syupakingcowbaby @billiondollarbby

comment ask or message to be added to the taglist :))

[emeraldhub225]

a sketch of the au dream or something where Sonic reads shadow a bedtime story every night, this time it's raining and Shadow's tucked inside sonic🥰💙

I have no idea how to finish this sketch...I tried everything and it all sucks. Anyone is welcome to use try again😆

And recently I've been thinking about this so much, and maybe I should write a fanfiction. I have really cute ideas and settings for this

So it's going to be an AU where sonic and Shadow don't cross paths too much, meaning they aren't really rivals and only do things together when things get serious (events of sa2, heroes, Shadow 05, and 06 happened and all)

Sonic always sleeps in an alleyway by default and Shadow finds him someday. He questions what he's doing, and Sonic convinces him that sleeping outside is really fun. And he would tell him a bedtime story of he joins in. The truth was that Sonic didn't like sleeping alone and wants someone by his side.

Shadow didn't like sleeping alone either and from that night he always slept in sonics company. The alleyway is like a dead end sort of thing with cobblestone floor, it's quite wide. Sonic and Shadow have their own sides of the end, (I THINK ITS SONIC ON THE RIGHT AND SHADOW ON THE LEFT I FORGOT😓) and someday they sleep sitting up, sometimes lying on the floor, but they didn't care sonic was used to it and Shadow was artificial and stuff.

Their character would be quite innocent and they would have respect for eachother. A variety of topics come from the stories, giving the two hedgehogs interesting things to talk about mid reading😁

Say one night sonic isn't there and since Shadow got so used to falling asleep with stories, he couldn't sleep that night🥺🥺

I have more 🥰🥰🥰 here are some things that lurked within my brain

""Mommy? How did you and dad meet?" She questioned, distracted by playing with her toys and legos, but still curious for an answer. "Oh, we fell in love with each other. And kissed. Then got married. You'll get married too someday." The mother sighed as she couldn't tell her all the complicated details. She..."

"Married?" Shadow calmly interrupted Sonic's story.

"Yeah, parents have to get married." Sonic pointed out the obvious.

"So if I don't want to marry anyone, I just need to not have children." Shadow thought.

"I don't know much about these things... whether I'll marry someone or not, I know I'm not ready."

"Now that I think about it, I kind of want to know who I'm marrying." Sonic continued.

"Have you kissed anyone?" Shadow asked, genuinely wanting an answer rather than give him ideas.

"You know me, I'm always out on the run. Don't have time for those sort of stuff." Sonic weakly chuckled.

"You're not running now, are you?" Shadow unintentionally suggested.

"'Know what, if I were to marry anyone, you'd be my first choice. And for kissing, I'd kiss nobody. If marriage can go without it."

"Why?"

"Uh..." Sonic blushed, wondering what part he meant.

"Y-you're pretty strong. I'd like having a fighting partner as my husband." Sonic made up an answer.

"And if we marry each other, we'll get children, won't we?" Shadow smirked.

"Come on, we don't want a whole family sleeping down here. I only like it when it's the two of us."

"Hey... if we had children, they would be just as powerful as us. This means you would get more fighting partners." Shadow thoughts trailed off.

"What should we name them?" Sonic joined in.

"The next heir to the ultimate lifeform... hmm.... Shadow Jr. Sonic Jr for our second born."

"Heh. You're not too good at thinking of names, huh. Can't say I know any better." Sonic chuckled.

"And don't forget, you can't have any kids without kissing." Shadow added.

...

"You want one?" Sonic was slightly disgusted.

"Just one. We'll never get another chance." Shadow smiled.

"Or are you too scared?" Shadow teased.

"I'm only doing this for another fighting partner, okay?!" Sonic shuffled over to approach Shadow's face. He panicked.

"Man, this is scarier than I thought." He shivered.

"I must be that special, hm?" Shadow tried to get rid of Sonic's fear.

Sonic wiped that smirk off of his face by swiftly pressing his lips against the other's.

"Wait... t-that's what a kiss is?" Shadow turned red.

"You've been living under a rock, haven't you?" Sonic turned away, embarrassed. "Go outside one day."

Idk if you want more😁😁😁🥰

[xxsycamore]

Update: requests closed!

🌈 Ikemen mlm and wlw requests OPEN!🌈

It's still pride month, the temperature just reached 38° at my place and I have the afternoon off, so while I'm stuck indoors let's try doing a different round of requests this time!

I'm joining the fun of Different Universe, Same Love 2 CCC hosted by @queengiuliettafirstlady and me, and I think of writing ficlets (200-500 words) for all 13 AUs of the list!

MLM - Character x Character ; WLW - MC X Genderbend!Character

^ Please only request for one of these two categories!

Ikemen Revolution and Ikemen Vampire only.

Character ship examples: Comte x Leonardo; Arthur x Theo; Napoleon x Jean... Ray x Fenrir; Lancelot x Ray; Sirius x Harr; Dalim x Seth... You can send every two characters that you ship together, no matter how niche your ship is. This is your chance. The only rule is don't request incest!

Genderbend characters will be paired with the canon MCs only!

NSFW is allowed. (MDNI)

Refresh this post (not a reblog of it, because those are not updating the changes made in the original post) before sending your requests to check the availability! Once a prompt is taken, I'll cross it out.

AU prompts:

Bodyguard AU Genderbent!Oliver x MC

Mafia AU Napoleon x Wellington

Angels and Demons AU Theo x Shakespeare

Pirate/Mermaid AU Napoleon x Jean

Social Media AU Genderbent!Fenrir x MC

Coffee shop AU Edgar x Zero

Flower shop AU Genderbent! Seth x MC

Celebrity AU Genderbent!Zero x MC

Bookstore AU Isaac x Arthur

Forbidden love AU Jonah x Lancelot

Soulmates AU Napoleon x Jean

Office AU Leonardo x Comte

Circus/Magic AU - Napoleon x Genderbent!MC

FREE PROMPT - TEACHER AU Harr x Sirius

Dialogue prompts: Add one to your request if you want to. These can be used more than once, I won't cross out anything.

"Him? Are you kidding me? He's not even my type!"

"We didn't even exchange numbers! I'm such a fool."

"We should have never met."

"Ah, it's you again! Do you come here often?"

"I'll be waiting at our spot. Make sure no one sees you."

"Promise me we will always have each other."

"Maybe we'll meet again someday."

Happy Pride, everyone! I'm excited to see what comes into my inbox! ❤🧡💛💚💙💜

[their-dearest]

On the fourth day.

It was a melancholic, save for the pitter patter of the rain against Ruu’s straw hat.

“...” And for once, Paimon was as meek as a weakened mouse. Her small hands balled into a trembling fist, as tears welled up her eyes.

“So please go on ahead! I'll just be resting here for a while.”

The boy spoke with an earnest, yet tired smile. And he knows he’s at fault. He reached out to comfort her, but his hand stopped midway. As much as he wished to venture forth, the boy knew that his tale ends here.

Ruu stared at the pair for a long time, sculpting their forms into his memory. The mighty Traveller with their golden hair and the little floating spirits. He won’t admit it out loud, but…

‘...I am happy to meet you both.’

“We'll meet again someday for sure!” It took all of his strength to keep himself awake.

And on their fourth encounter, the golden Traveller and their floating spirit named Paimon left Tsurumi Island. The tired figure would watch Paimon steal glances everytime they grew farther from the sacred grounds. His eyes would never leave them until their golden and ivory hues melted with the uncharted seas, far beyond his sight. Beyond the little island he called home.

‘After two thousand years,’ Ruu's eyes, as he gazed at the weeping evening sky, ‘I’m finally free.’

For 2,000 years, he carried a heavy responsibility on his small shoulders. But thanks to the outsiders, the weight on his heart was lifted, just like the fog that governs over Tsurumi, but his eyes grew heavier. He is no stranger to death, of course. But being at its mercy felt… calming this time. Maybe it’s because he can finally rest on his own terms. At his own desire.

To say he’s exhausted is a travesty, humorous even. The mirthless joke earned a chuckle from him.

‘So… tiring.’

The world swirled under his feet, melting into an array of color and textures. Every step he took sinks to the muddy ground beneath him, swallowing the heel of his sandal in its greedy surface.

“That was my good shoe.” He protested, but his words barely reached a whisper. With a sigh, he dragged his muddy footing to the Sacred Grounds, an ancient perch said to be the nestling ground of their late goddess.

Bundles of thin, indigo leaves greeted his murky view, waving at his entrance. The Nestling Grounds, although withering, stood high and mighty against the iridescent weeds and glowing grass beneath its rotting roots. He’s only been here a few times, all of which involve intricate rituals and ceremonies.

And yet no matter how many times he's seen this place, he always found himself rendered speechless. Each breath he took reverberated on the hollow trunk of the ancient tree. His eyes, heavy from sorrow, were filled with unshed tears.

All the suffering, agony, and bloodshed he endured, finally got over him.

Tear after tear, the boy clung tightly against his soaked coat and sought any fleeting warmth it had to offer, but to no avail.

The young boy’s body rests against the dying tree as he steeled himself for what’s to come. He yearned for peace, but he mourned for his people, for the opportunities, for himself. It almost felt like a dream. A sorrowful dream after a thousand-year nightmare.

Slowly, the rain shower had picked up in pace, as it morphed into a heavy downpour and mingled with his newly-shed tears. Kama would’ve enjoyed this moment, but alas, he joined the Ferryman’s boat long ago, just like the others.

Oh, How he missed the cold breeze of the monsoons,how he missed the rain streaming on his cheek, how he missed the sound of the roaring thunder from the distance—

‘Wait… thunder?’ His mind was flooded with a million thoughts at once.

‘That can’t be. Kapatcir is dead. I saw the Serai Islands with my own eyes!’

But a silver lining of hope shimmers in his mind.:

‘She won’t come all this way for me, would she?’

Those thoughts snapped him out of his tiresome trance, pulling him away from its prying grasp. Just as he's about to speak, another voice boomed within him.

“Cease your worries,” A familiar and unforgettable voice echoes within his mind, “Ruu.”

A small, yet shaky gasp left his lips. His dreary eyes gaze across the stone walls of the mountain, only to be met by the thundering rain in front of him. “Kapatcir?”

An agonising drawn-out static fills the air, and ounces of adrenaline rushed through his bloodless veins.

“Take a deep breath.” Her tone was not sharp and cold, a lovely contrast to the icy daggers that dripped down his skin. It was odd, he never heard this tone for a long time. And the last time he did came from none other than… his dearest mother.

And breathe he did. His lungs, deflated for almost two millenniums, relished the way the air swirled in him. If he were to tell his younger self about gaining the favour of the Thunderbird herself, poor little Ruu would look at him like a madman.

“How are you alive, Kanna Kapatcir? I thought you were—”

“—Dead?” She knew as much as he did, but saying those words still sting her heartless form. Death is a face common to even gods, and yet she finds herself at a lost.

To lose herself in grief, in sorrow, and soon, in madness. How far had she fallen? The Harbinger of Thunder and Storms reduced into a rabid best… she owe the Shogun her silent gratitude.

“My story has come to its end. Tragically, yes, but I am no longer with the living.”

There was no wind, no pain against his flesh, but those words made him stiff as a corpse, fitting for a dying boy like him.

‘She’s dead. Kanna Kapatcir, the Thunderbird is dead.’

“But,” a single question floated in his flooded mind, “How can you talk to me?”

A beat, before another.

“When that strange Traveler used my pinion, I felt something pulled me from the Depths. That said Traveler made a bridge for our souls.”

Kapatcir, the Mother of Thunder, muses. But her words took a tone sounding almost human… motherly, even.

With a deep sigh, the goddess continued once more, “Your story is far from over, Fledgling.”

Every word, every syllable she spoke was a soothing balm to his wounded soul. A long, exasperated yawn left his quivering lips, the familiar weight on his eyelids returned.

“What… what do you mean? I died a long time ago.”

But the goddess only responded with a hum. A hum shifting into a gentle lullaby, a familiar lullaby. Her voice, combined with her chirps, lured him in the tiresome trance.

“Rest your worries here, Ruu.”

‘"Ruu." She remembered my name!.

And with that, a boy named Ruu fell into a deep slumber, the sound of thunder echoed in his last moments.

Within the womb of Tsurumi lies a small, yet peculiar egg. Enveloped in a nest of Electro, the young fledgling slumbers once more, awaiting for a piece of its mother to be reborn.

It is quiet, save for the gentle humming of the thunder that once enveloped the foggy shores.

[thevoicefromanotherworld]

"EXTRAORDINARY"

A short fic with Friedrich Harding (Aaron's character in Nosferatu)

I hope you like it!

The first time Friedrich saw you, you were covered in blood.

You were a nurse at the city hospital, and you had just performed surgery on one of your patients to cure him of the evil that was taking over his body.

You were heading to the room next to the medical procedures to change your clothes, when he saw you.

Friedrich didn't know why he was more surprised, whether by the blood, or by the fact that you were wearing pants and dress shoes like a man.

He had never seen a woman in that outfit, so when he saw you he stopped to look at you closely.

The shirt you were wearing, which had previously been white, was now stained with blood and other things, which Harding had no intention of knowing what they were.

You both looked at each other for a moment without saying anything, until you broke the silence with a question:

-Can I help you with something, sir? - you asked pleasantly-

He cleared his throat, looking away slightly, as if he had realized that he was scrutinizing you too much.

-You are very kind, miss, but I do not need your help at this moment - he answered politely - however, I would like to know the condition of the patient whose operation you have carried out

-He cannot speak at the moment - you answered, you paused for a moment - excuse me, but I would like to get all this off my chest - you pointed to your clothes - we can continue this conversation in the bathrooms, if it is not inconvenient for you

-Of course not - he answered, gesturing with his head for you to lead the way - please - he indicated pointing to the hallway where you were -

You opened the bathroom door and he entered after you. He stayed there covering your back.

From time to time your eyes connected again through the mirror.

You took the bar of soap that was on the sink and rubbed your hands and arms up to the elbows with hot water.

-The patient I was talking about came in with convulsions at six o'clock this evening," you said as you wiped the blood from under your nails. "I had to operate on him urgently, as he was suffering from cardio-respiratory arrest due to the amount of blood accumulated in his lungs," you said, remembering how the procedure had been. "So I emptied his lungs so he could breathe." You dried yourself with the paper next to the faucet. "I've given him several opiates so he can get some sleep."

-Will he be okay? Friedrich asked, stunned after hearing your story

He couldn't have done it, he would have fainted on the spot.

His blue eyes landed on yours, making you suddenly nervous.

-I reckon he'll be able to return home to his family in a couple of weeks -you replied-

-Extraordinary -he murmured, looking at you curiously- It's been a real pleasure meeting you, Miss - he replied, touching the brim of his top hat in a sign of respect. But I'm afraid there are matters that require my immediate attention-

-Of course, sir. I wouldn't like to bother you or interrupt your chores, --you said- -You haven't - he reassured you, smiling kindly - maybe we'll see each other again someday

-I hope not - you replied quickly, and you hastened to add - if you do, it would mean that you're ill

-Then it will be a relief to know that, if that happens, I'll be in good hands - he smiled, leaving the room.

[lunas-journal-sf]

Entry 0.3: The Funeral

Well, that went about as well as could be expected.

Andreja came to gather me. It was my first time seeing everyone since the attack. The funeral was... small. Not that I expected a massive wake, but I guess Akila had opinions on Sam. His father was there, not that he was happy to see me. Cora, as well. She wasn't angry anymore. Not outwardly, anyway. She was just... sad.

I'm sure I said something profound. Something about how wonderful Sam was and how he had embodied the mission of Constellation, but my voice was coming from somewhere other than my own head. What mattered most out of the whole ordeal was what I said to his casket.

"See you, space cowboy."

He would've laughed at it. That was enough.

Sarah expressed her concern, which was nice. She hadn't heard from me in a while, nobody had. I told her I was safe and wasn't hurting anyone. It wasn't exactly a lie, but I did definitely sound like a teenager trying to get an overbearing parent off their back.

She told me I could always reach out, and that the doors to the Lodge were always open, which was nice. I think everyone is still shaken, and they just want to see each other.

Maybe I'll find my way back to Constellation soon, but... it's still too painful. I don't want to be held responsible for what I'll do to that Starborn once I get my hands on him.

Them?

It?

Do stars have genders?

I'm getting off track...

I guess what's important is where I am now. I can't say I'm proud, but I couldn't refuse the credits. It felt nothing like Constellation, which feels right, I suppose.

I steer clear of Constellation and any place I know they would rather me leave alone, and I don't think anyone here at Ryujin has caught on yet. Not sure what Constellation's opinion on morally and ethically dubious megacorps are, but I'm sure Walter knows, at the very least. He didn't say anything to me about it, which I suppose is good.

What's that rallying cry? "Into the starfield"? Maybe we'll meet again someday. But now you know everything. Time to see where I'm going.

-Luna

[charles-among-us]

Apparently I can write somewhat bangers from sad songs so here’s a little something.

Note: I have only played the original version and refuse to listen to the remake until I play it for myself. I will absolutely cry when I do.

No one:

Me absolutely going hard on making sad excerpts in front of people, listening to a sad song, SMRPG EDITION, spoilers for both versions of the game:

The fight is over, we got the star... But now?

Now we have to say goodbye. Star Road needs repairs after all...

Maybe we'll see each other again. This mission is done, but perhaps we'll meet again...

Keep wishing my friends.

And we'll see each other again someday.

For now, Star Road needs me.

So let's go for one last time, a legend. A Legend of the Seven Stars.

[devilofthehounds]

God Eater 3 Character Novel | Unstained Choice: Chapter 7

[image id: A novel cover. On the right side is Claire Victorious from God Eater 3, holding her Charge Spear-type God Arc and staring off into the distance with determination. On the left side is a young Claire, holding a handkerchief in her hand and looking sad. In the background is a Gleipnir banner. The text, when translated into English, reads “God Eater 3 Character Novel | Chapter 3: Claire Edition | Unstained Choice”. /end id]

This is a fan translation. Original text here.

Masterpost 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7

I looked up from my medical book and turned to Luca, who had been listening to me the whole time in the Chrysanthemum's infirmary.

"After that, I met the owner and came aboard the Chrysanthemum. And that's how I met you and the others."

Luca stared at the medical book I was holding, then quietly spoke.

"Then, what happened to Eir? Was she..."

"She was spared from execution. I was told Governor-General Gadolin made the decision. I guess he saw through my ruse after all."

But there had been no way to acquit her.

"Eir was banished from Gleipnir, and an investigation was launched into House Albert's affairs. It was discovered that Eir and her parents had been leaking insider information from Gleipnir. ...As a result, House Albert was completely dismantled."

"I see... So, where's Eir now?"

In response to Luca's anxious question, I smiled and shook my head.

I had taken everything from her.

All her hard work, all her efforts—everything had gone to waste.

I constantly asked myself if it had been the right thing to do.

"After the Fenrir HQ Reclamation Initiative, I returned to Arrowhead for a time, remember? That was when I received this."

I took out a photo from my bag.

It was a picture of Eir smiling in her hometown, surrounded by children.

At their feet were colorful flowers in full bloom.

When I returned the handkerchief, I had secretly wrapped up some seeds for my favorite flower in it.

It seemed Eir had been able to make those seeds sprout in her hometown.

The letter that had come with the photo had just one sentence: May your dream come true.

"...She looks happy."

I wanted to believe she had finally started walking her own path.

"Luca. I know there are people out there who just can't understand each other because of differences in birth or status. I want to help everyone I can, alongside all of you, but... I..."

I wondered if I could truly be close to their hearts.

The words I almost said, but hesitated.

"We're all glad to have met you, Claire."

Luca smiled, as if he had sensed something.

"Back at Pennywort, everyone with just one armlet was an enemy. So, when I met you, I was surprised... and relieved."

Luca's pure eyes were fixated on me as I sat there, stunned.

"I'm sure there are lots of people in this world who feel the same way as you. Maybe someday, we'll find each other."

"Luca..."

"There's no need to worry. You've always been our hope."

His words made my eyes well up with tears.

Eir. At the end of the path you gave me, there were many friends waiting for me.

"I'd like to meet Eir someday, too. Let's find our way there together."

"...Right! Thank you. I'm sure she'll be excited."

Here, everyone supported each other's hopes.

Because of that, I, too, wanted to support this gentle light and be a source of hope for someone else.

Until one day, I could hold my head high and meet her again.

Written by Hisui Kawasemi (Talepot Co.) Original Scenario by Hiroshi Yoshimura (Bandai Namco Entertainment Inc.)

[shiningdesignersreflections]

Chapter 3: Stranger's Promise

Narrated by Marina.

Narrator: I glance around Cersei's stall. On the black velvet tablecloth lies an old, frayed set of tarot cards.

Narrator: A tall girl in an elegant, classy gown and a crystal crown is sitting behind the table. She looks like a beautiful princess!

Narrator: She shuffles the cards gracefully. I'm surprised to spot some green stubble under her veil.

Narrator: Cersei's deskmate, the youth in the noble outfit, is also standing at the side.

Noble Youth: Where are you from, young lady?

Marina: The voice...

You: So that "youth" is actually a girl...

Narrator: Meanwhile, a figure clad entirely in metal scraps is attempting to get up from the couch in the back, producing a series of loud clangs.

Robot: Activating... 20%... 30%, 35%... Activation failed.

Narrator: The strange metal man gives up his attempt and sinks back into the couch.

Cersei: Hey, Robot, don't scare our sixth member away.

Marina: What a group of weirdos.

Cersei: Bingo! That's right! We're weirdos indeed. You're indeed destined to be our sixth member.

Cersei: Let me introduce you. This is our Princess. This one is Prince. The robot dude is human, but you can just call him Robot.

Marina: You can call me Marina.

Prince: A very good name. Easy to remember.

Cersei: We all live in the Dorm of the Strange. The other students all call our building a forbidden zone!

Marina: Is that something worth being proud of?

Cersei: Anyway, if you join our club, you get free access to the Dorm of the Strange. You'll be one of us!

Narrator: Her words simply put me in a bad mood once again.

Marina: But I'm not even a student in your school.

Narrator: Princess, who has been standing silently at the side, finally sighs.

Stubbled Princess: Yeah, she's right. She's a kid. Can't you tell?

Cersei: So? She can just join the club now and enter Cicia School of Design later.

Narrator: I look up in surprise to meet Cersei's genuine, intense gaze.

Marina: B-but by the time I get in... you'll all have graduated.

Cersei: Nah, I should've graduated 4 years ago, and I'm still here. Who knows when I'll graduate? We might become classmates.

Cersei: By the way, where do you live, Marina?

Marina: I live on a big, big ship! Bigger than the whole campus, actually.

Marina: We sail all day. I don't know where to, but my brother says we'll find our destination someday.

Cersei: Wow, that sounds amazing. I deserve my own ship, too.

Narrator: Princess nods elegantly, stroking the stubble on her chin.

Stubbled Princess: It'd be nice to go tanning on the deck with a glass of champagne.

Prince: So, do you know how to steer a ship, Miss Marina?

Marina: Of course! I can do anything!

Robot: A ship bigger than the whole campus... It must be powered by cutting-edge technology. Maybe tech from the Ruins.

Narrator: They all start chatting. It's like they've already accepted me and fully believe I really do live on a gigantic ship.

Narrator: I feel right at home hanging out with them. It's almost magical. How should I describe this feeling?

Choose either "It's friendship" or "It's the mutual understanding between weirdos."

If "friendship," ...

You: It's friendship! You've made some great friends.

Narrator: So, is this what having friends feels like? Now I see why people find university fun.

If "weirdos," ...

You: It's the mutual understanding between weirdos. You fit perfectly with each other.

Narrator: Who cares if others find me weird? And what makes them so "normal" anyway?

--

Marina: But... I'm the 6th member, right? Shouldn't there be one more person here in that case?

Cersei: She went out to buy something. Oh, I see her over there!

Aeon: Marina!

Narrator: Before I can see the face of the fifth member, my brother has come looking for me.

Aeon: Where have you been? I've been looking for you for a while.

Marina: Aeon! You're already done?

Aeon: Yeah, it's time to go home.

Narrator: I hurriedly say goodbye to the members of the Research of Magical Humans Club and run over to take my brother's hand.

Narrator: From a distance away, I turn back and let my gaze linger on the stall a little bit longer.

Narrator: A new, grayish figure is standing by the small table now. The silhouette reminds me a little of a mirror we have on the Ark.

Aeon: What are you looking at, Marina?

Marina: Nothing, nothing! I didn't see a thing.

Marina: Aeon, can I study here in the future? I made some new friends and promised we'll become classmates someday!

Aeon: You want to go to school? Of course, you can go.

Marina: Really? You're the best!

Aeon: But if you want to pass the exam, you'll need lessons in history, languages, math, and more. Let's start lessons once we get home!

Marina: Huh? Nooooo! I don't wanna go to university anymore!

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

[agena87]

OK, gonna ramble and theorize a bit (I'm lying, it's gonna be A LOT) about Doctor Who - more precisely about the very end of The Giggle, and The Church on Ruby Road - so beware of spoilers!

But first a poll!

OK. So. I suppose most of you were kinda gobsmacked when this happened:

'Cause I sure was. I literally stopped breathing for a whole minute, just going:

Then, I was:

And obviously, since I'm such a simp for the Master, I was screaming about the Master being back and all (which I have been doing more or less since The Giggle), before I finally managed to calm down and think.

I mean, Mrs. Flood being a new incarnation of this classic villain is the most evident theory, especially after we had The Toymaker talk about how he had the Master imprisoned in his gold tooth, and we saw said tooth being the only physical remnant of the Toymaker. So yes, we know that the Master is bound to return sooner rather than later (as he - or sometimes she - is wont to do). But is it as "friendly neighbour" Mrs. Flood, as Anita Dobson described her character (who is a recurring one) in Doctor Who: Unleashed, while also telling that this is just one facet of Mrs. Floods. Interestingly, the actress signed a confidentiality clause regarding her character, which means that it is quite an important part she plays. RTD himself said that Mrs. Flood is a "mysterious character" and "a slow-burn", which means we'll have to wait (and not just for May - who is excited, btw?) to know more. I guess, it means there'll be a lot of clues hidden here and there in the future - and maybe past? meaning the Specials - episodes for us to find. If we go back to RTD's first tenure as showrunner for Doctor Who, we all remember how he hid The Master - or Harold Saxon - in plain sight since Love & Monsters, back in series 2, before him being finally (re-)introduced at the end of series 3. There even were some Saxon posters in Torchwood. So it's safe to assume that he will, once again, give us clues to solve the puzzle of Mrs. Flood true identity. Then, there is the obvious parallel between those two shots:

Which is the thing that makes me think that, despite me wanting her to, Mrs. Flood is not the Master. Because, would such a good storyteller as RTD is, use the same device twice? Of course, a remnant of the Master being picked up by a red nail-polished feminine hand twice doesn't mean that the outcome of the second picking will be the same, buuuuut, I think this is a red herring. I mean, there's literally some red in here. And we know RTD can be a bit of a troll if he wants.

So, if not the Master, then who is Mrs. Flood? The only thing we know so far is that she knows what a TARDIS is. Also, she somehow can break the fourth wall? Which I don't think has ever been done on the show? She also has been around Ruby for quite some time, if we can trust their interactions (she does know when Ruby's birthday is, they're friendly with each other, ...), which is an interesting point. So, whoever she is, might have chosen to live (or pretend to, she might have a TARDIS herself) next to Ruby, knowing that the Doctor would someday meet her and have her as his Companion. But why? Which raises the question: is she friend or foe? It also raised questions about Ruby's true identity, and maybe nature - are we even sure that she is human? Sure, her ADN has been tested, but who says the results haven't been altered to hide who/what she is? If her real identity wasn't that important, why even talk so much about it? Why not have her say "yeah, I'm adopted, my birth mother abandoned me, whatever, I have a great adopted one" and move to the next subject? I mean, I get it, it's - in part - to make a parallel with the Doctor, but why go to such lengths? Because, of course, it will be a major plot line of the next series; RTD said so.

But back to Mrs. Flood and her true identity. As I said, I don't think she's the Master, and we - for now - don't have a lot to go by to try and identify her. Which doesn't mean that we - I - can't have theories (and hopes, tbh).

My second thought after "She's the Master!" was "She's the Rani!". A thought I had had too many times since the first introduction of Missy (and then when Grace was announced as a recurring character, before we knew she was Ryan's gran; also probably Jo Martin's character, for a hot second). I keep hoping that the Rani will make her re-appearance someday, and I really hope that she just had as Mrs. Flood. And back to Ruby and the fact that we don't know who she really is, just for a minute. We know the Rani is an amazing biologist who has a tendency to experiment on lifeforms she considers inferior, humans for example. So, what if Ruby was the result of such an experiment? Wouldn't it be cool, that Ruby is not another 21st-century human being but something else? So, yes, the Rani is a possibility, and I really want her to be.

The next option that somehow makes sense to me, at least on some level, is Tecteun. Yes, I know, Swarm disintegrated her, but isn't the Master proof enough that if a Timelord wants to come back, they'll always find a way? Especially a villainous one? What makes me think of Tecteun for Mrs. Flood's real identity, is the similarities between Ruby (it always comes back to her) and the Doctor, regarding their origins: both were abandoned (well, we supposed, for the Doctor, for all we know, the Timeless Child might have just been lost) then adopted, and both ignore everything about their birth parents. If Mrs. Flood is Tecteun, she might have seen something reminding her of her adopted child in Ruby, then somehow found that the Doctor would meet her, even manipulated events so they would meet (like Missy did with Twelve and Clara - and isn't it an interesting coincidence that Ruby's mother is named Clara too? I mean, it's now two new characters sharing a name with a former companion), and decided to live next to her for some reason (she, like the Rani, is also a scientist, and might want to study Ruby some way or another).

Next - and last - theory I'll talk about is a regenerated Susan. I... don't really have anything to even explain why Mrs. Flood could be Susan. I just reaaaaally want her to come back. The Doctor needs her, I think. And he did promise to come back for her someday, yet, he still has to do so (they did meet again in The Five Doctors, but it wasn't because the Doctor chose to, so it doesn't count).

So, yeah, those are my main ideas about the true identity of the mysterious Mrs. Flood. All (well, except Susan's) have some kind of base, and all have some flaws, the main one being the ability to break the Fourth Wall, which I can't explain (yet?).

Now, what are your ideas about this mysterious new character?

[gummybugg]

Meet my OC Elijah from Crater City!

I have another profile! i had to redraw him from this post because it was time for a change.

Inspired by that one picrew @ reelrollsweat made!

Detailed Bio under the cut!

˗ˏˋ [intro]

Name: Elijah (he/him)

Role: secondary protagonist

Dob: Sept 21; aged 24

Sexuality: bi

Mbti: istj

Occupations: fast food employee, electronics employee, and arcade employee

bio / summary: At 18, Elijah is kicked out of his home and must juggle three jobs, his family affairs, and the threat of becoming “repurposed”—a procedure that implants biotech in the body to “fix” unruly/indebted citizens. As much as he wants to maintain a quiet life, he knows that in order to make it in Crater City it takes grit—a daunting fact he must face even if he is afraid he’ll turn out like Him. 

˗ˏˋ [appearance]

Height: 5’9”

Hair: medium brown, curly, undercut with a star shaved on either side of his head above the ear

Skin: fair

Eye: brown

build / physique: medium build (not too fit)

notable features: tooth gap, covered in freckles, slit in left eyebrow, left brow piercing, industrial piercing in left ear, double lobe piercings in each ear, snake bite piercings

clothing style: punk/alt, heavy/dark makeup…

˗ˏˋ [more]

tag for your oc: elijah

aesthetic / vibe / tropes: star motif; punk/alt

traits / quirks: generally hopeful, friendly/polite, will tell others great advice instead of following his own, loves to help, overthinker, blushes easily, non-confrontational, very resourceful, dresses more intimidating than he actually is, indecisive, takes a bit to warm up to others, quite defensive

quotes: “Blair, you can't just tell a man—who's clearly out of it—to ‘suck it up’ because the world has already ended!”, “Look around you, Blair. We live in a fucking hellscape! The water is red, the sky is green, and we're about to be turned into scrap metal! This is not a joke!”, “Oh, this is it! We're going to have to go back into hiding again, and he's going to call the police, and we'll be repurposed!”

fun facts: hemophobic, enjoys letting Blair do his makeup, has out-pizza’d the hut, gives the best hugs, has a pet hamster called No-Clip

hobbies / skills: coding, gaming, can drink up to 7 energy drinks in one day, plays guitar, sings, skateboards, can deliver punches so hard they make you see stars

likes: video games, the color yellow, cartoons, doing makeup, spontaneously dying his hair at 2 am, sci-fi movies/media, punk rock, collecting pins/buttons/patches, info-dumping with his friends

dislikes: Feeling stuck or useless, feeling like a victim, slow work, discourse, blood/gore, organizations, cultists, his family

moodboard:

playlist:

(may update this page as I see fit!)

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