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m1ckeyb3rry · 5 months ago

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hii!! First of all ur theme is so aesthetically pleasing and I love all the nagi. I like binge read all of your event works and *chefs kiss*. Could I request a piece for karasu with the theme of like academic rivals/classmates? No worries if not, hoping ur doing well and taking care of urself!

On an unrelated note I saw that post about rude comments and im so sorry that’s happening to you! I honestly don’t know what drives ppl to bother leaving nasty comments esp when it’s not like they’re being forced to read anything T-T Hoping to send you a bit of love to counter those trolls!

── FIVE WAYS TO KILL A CROW

Synopsis: Crows are clingy birds, and Tabito Karasu’s feelings are hurt easier than you realize. (part two here!) (part three here!)

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Pairing: Karasu x Reader

Chapter Word Count: 9.1k

Content Warnings: academic rivals to lovers, karasu is an asshole, reader is also an asshole, jealous karasu 😍, hiori randomly pulls up at one point for some reason??, yukimiya requests to follow one (1) person and accidentally causes the most dramatic pseudo breakup ever

A/N: anon i used to pray for times like these 😭😩 LMAOAO karasu is my fav (behind nagi ofc) but i’ve never gotten around to writing him so getting this request made me SO excited HAHA. i haven’t done anything rivals/enemies to lovers before so fingers crossed this doesn’t feel too awkward or unrealistic or rushed anything!! and yayyy i love my little nagi theme (and also nagi in general) i’m glad you like it too!! and my writing too, you’re so sweet 🥹 there will always be jerks unfortunately but lovely people like you make it all worth it 💖 thank you again and i hope this is kind of what you were looking for 🫶🏻

Additional: part of my 500 follower event! see the event description and rules to make a request of your own.

ONE: POISON IT

You could hardly contain your smile as you sauntered up to Tabito Karasu’s desk, your exam held behind your back. He was sitting by himself — his seat partner was sick this week, from what you had heard, so he had taken the chance to spread out his things and stretch his legs. When he noticed you, he raised his eyebrows, mouth tugging into a frown at your amusement.

“What?” he said. You brandished the paper in front of you, irises sparkling as you leaned over to rest your forearms on the desk.

“I got full marks on the last Chemistry exam,” you said. Karasu made a face at you, snatching the test from your hands and scrunching his face up as he inspected it.

“Seriously?” he said.

“Seriously,” you said. “What did you get?”

He crossed his arms and looked away. “Not telling.”

“You definitely failed!” you said in delight, taking back the exam and laughing at him. “How embarrassing. You failed the easiest test of the year, and yet you consider Chemistry to be one of your best subjects? I can’t wait to see how badly you do during finals week.”

“I did not fail,” he said, rolling his eyes. “Not that it’s any of your business, but I got a ninety-eight.”

“Ninety-eight! That’s even worse than outright failure,” you said. “You were so close to perfection, and yet in the end, you fell short. It must sting for things to work out like that.”

“Yes, I’m positively wounded,” he said dryly before batting his eyelashes at you. From anyone else, the rapid switch in demeanor would’ve left you reeling, but the shifting mood was to be expected from him. “Will you give me a kiss and make it better?”

You rolled up your test and smacked him on the head with it. “No.”

“Anyways, my overall grade in the class is still higher than yours, because rankings were updated today and I’m still number one, so I’m not sure what cause you have to be boasting,” he said.

“Hm, but did you notice who’s number one in Modern Literature?” you said, pulling out your phone and opening the school’s app, which listed each class’s rankings in every subject. “Yup, that’s right, me.”

“Good job, Y/N!” he said, clapping mockingly. “Shall we have a party? It’s a big occasion — the mediocre number two has finally done something of such note that she’s number one for the first time in her life.”

“I’ve been number one plenty of other times!” you snapped. “For your information, I’ve been first in the class in mathematics and history every year since middle school, so who are you to be acting like this is a first? If anyone’s mediocre, it’s you!”

He raised his hands in the air innocently, his trademark smirk gracing his features once more now that he had succeeded in irritating you, as was his typical goal.

“Alright, alright, no need to be upset,” he said. “It’s not good for you. Clouds your judgment.”

“In what way?” you said.

“I mean, somehow, you got the two of us confused,” he said. “And we’re nothing alike.”

“I did no such thing,” you said.

“Well, I seem to recall you calling me mediocre, but between the two of us, the subpar one is obviously you,” he said, flicking your forehead. You slapped his hand away.

“You — the bell is going to ring, so I’m going to go back to my seat, but just so you know, you’re way more mediocre than me, Mr. Two-Percent-Short!” you said.

“Stellar comeback!” he called out. “My ego is bruised beyond healing!”

“Good!” you called back, ignoring the sarcasm. “Maybe it’ll return to a more normal size. Your head has grown too big, it’s almost as ridiculous as that hair of yours!”

“Leave the hair alone!”

During your free period, you decided to go to the library for some peace and quiet to work on your homework and find some of the sources you needed for your next research project. For belonging to a high school, the library was surprisingly extensive, and you had managed to find relevant information for every other project you had ever done in it, so you had high hopes. Unfortunately, it seemed this latest assignment was more obscure than anything you had completed before, so on your second lap of the shelves where the books, if they existed, would be located, you resigned yourself to giving up.

Just then, a volume caught your eye. The cover was shiny and pristine, the spine still unbent with newness. Crouching, you pulled it out, and when you saw the title emblazoned across the cover in bright yellow lettering, you began to laugh, making a beeline to the checkout counter with it tucked under your arm.

“Hey, Y/N! How was your morning?” your best friend said as you set your things down next to her in the cafeteria. You hummed in agreement, searching the room for a familiar head of dark hair. “You good? Looking for someone? Let me guess: your secret boyfriend that you’re keeping from the rest of us.”

“Yeah, I’m looking for Karasu,” you said before the rest of her words registered. “No!”

“You’re finally coming out and saying it?” she said, holding her hands to her heart and pretending to swoon. “I’ve been waiting for you to confess.”

“He’s not my secret boyfriend that I’m keeping from everyone, I’m just looking for him!” you said.

“Could’ve fooled me,” she said. “What do you need him for, anyways?”

“I got a book for him in the library,” you said.

“Right, and this is the guy you hate? Your ‘mortal enemy’ or whatever?” she checked.

“Yes,” you said.

“But you…got a book for him from the library, and now you’re looking for him so that you can give it to him?” she said. You scoffed.

“When you put it like that, it sounds different than it really is,” you said. “Trust me, this isn’t a nice gesture or anything. You can consider it revenge.”

“When are you going to get over this stupid rivalry?” she said. “He’s not even that bad, you know.”

“Not even that bad? Not even that bad? Are we talking about the same Karasu here? I’m referring to Tabito, not his older sister,” you said.

“Ah, I think so? He’s a nice guy,” she said.

“He is the spawn of the devil! And he’s the one who started it, so I’ll stop hating him once he apologizes and means it,” you said.

“Do you think he even remembers that?” she said. “It was in middle school.”

You glared at her. “I remember it. If he doesn’t, well, that’s just more of a reason for me to dislike him on principle.”

“Okay, okay, whatever you say,” she said. “Sorry for complimenting him. He’s awful and rude and mean. I think he’s sitting outside with some of his soccer friends, if you still want to find him.”

“Thank you!” you said, instantly forgetting that you were upset with her for taking Karasu’s side instead of yours. “Watch my stuff, okay? I’ll be right back.”

“See you soon,” she said. “Have fun. Actually, maybe it’s more realistic for me to just tell you not do anything that’ll get you expelled.”

You waved her off as you marched out to the courtyard where Karasu and his friends were lounging, their chairs positioned in the shade so that they did not overheat while they ate. None of them noticed you approaching until you were tapping Karasu on the shoulder and smiling at him sweetly.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” he said, sounding oddly flustered. One of his friends snorted, and more than a few chuckled, but you ignored all of them in favor of setting your bag on the armrest of Karasu’s chair.

“Hi, Karasu. I was in the library earlier and I saw this book that reminded me of you, so I took the liberty of checking it out,” you said.

“Oh,” he said. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“You’re so considerate, Y/N!” one of his friends said.

“We’re all so jealous of Karasu here,” another friend, the one who you believed had snorted, said. “You’re way too pretty for him.”

“Shut up,” Karasu said, sticking up his middle finger at his friend, though none of the group paid him much mind. In fact, it seemed to egg them on more, as they continued to hurl jabs at Karasu while simultaneously incessantly complimenting you.

You didn’t respond to any of them, instead pulling out the book and handing it to Karasu, interlacing your fingers and waiting for his reaction. At first he seemed confused, and then dismay dawned upon his features as he realized what he was holding in his hands: a copy of Chemistry for Dummies.

“What the fuck?” he said. You patted him on the shoulder.

“It’s only suitable,” you said. Suddenly, his expression cleared, and he beamed at you, which caused unease to brew in your stomach. You knew for a fact that he was about to say something infuriating, and you mentally prepared yourself to respond.

“What a roundabout way of telling me you need tutoring! Of course, I’m happy to help you anytime you want,” he said, tilting back in his chair so that he could cross his arms over his chest arrogantly.

“Why would I want tutoring from someone who does worse than me in the class?” you shot back, crossing your own arms in retaliation.

One of his friends whistled. “She got you there, Tabito.”

“Enough out of you,” Karasu said through gritted teeth. His friend winked at you and mouthed ‘nice one.’

“Look, man, all I’m saying is that if you want to ask out such a beautiful girl, you’ve gotta have a little more finesse than that!” he said.

“He can have all the finesse in the world, but I’d still say no,” you said. His friends hollered with raucous laughter, which caused Karasu’s face to turn red, but you only pressed the book into his hands. “It’s due in two weeks. That should be long enough, right? Make sure you return it on time, please, I don’t want late fines.“

“I hope you go into debt because of this stupid book,” he said.

“Aww,” you cooed. “You’ll be the one paying it off, so it doesn’t matter to me. See you around, Karasu — or, hopefully not.”

TWO: SHOOT IT

You and Karasu had met in middle school. The two of you had been assigned to work on a presentation together, and he had told you during your first meeting that because you were a dunce, you should just listen to him and do whatever he said. Ever since that day, you had done everything you could to show him how much better than him you were; for his part, he found great joy in getting on your nerves and so took part in every argument with pleasure.

You had long ago proved his middle school self wrong, by anyone’s standards, but at this point it was a habit for you to hate Tabito Karasu as well as a habit for him to hate you back. And of course, habits were hard to form but harder to break, so you would probably continue in that manner until the day you graduated and left him behind for good.

It was just the two of you who did not get along. Your friends were cordial with him and his ilk, and you did not really mind his little group all that much, crude though they sometimes were. After all, it was just in the manner of teenage boys, and when they were not taking advantage of your presence to make fun of Karasu, they were actually a pretty agreeable sort.

In fact, your friend groups tended to coexist most of the time, even having lunch together every now and again — though they were always careful to ensure that you and Karasu were kept entirely separate, or else you both were guaranteed to ruin the cheerful camaraderie with your sharp tongues and quick tempers. The measures they took were admirable, but unfortunately, they were not always enough. After all, what were precautions when compared with inevitabilities?

“Oh my god!” you squealed. “Guys! Oh my god, oh my god, I can’t believe this is happening?”

“Can’t believe what’s happening?” your best friend said, speaking for everyone at the table. They were all tuned in to you now, wondering what the big news might be that would bring about such a reaction from you, given how put-together you tended to be.

“Do you remember that one model I happened to meet while I was out last weekend? Kenyu Yukimiya? He just requested to follow me on social media!” you said.

“No way!” your best friend said.

“Way!” you said. The only warning you got was an arm pressing against your back, and then your phone was abruptly snatched from your hands. You gasped, spinning in your seat and scowling when you realized that the culprit was none other than that scavenging crow, Tabito Karasu.

“What the hell? He’s average at best, why are you so excited?” he said, scrolling through Yukimiya’s profile, his eyes narrowed critically. “Y/N, don’t you have any standards?”

“You’re probably the only person in the entire country who doesn’t find him gorgeous,” you said, exhaling dreamily as you took your phone back from him and stared at the artful manner Yukimiya was posing in for his profile photo. “He was even better looking in person. And sonice, too! They don’t make men like that often.”

Karasu frowned and swiped at your phone again. You held it out of his reach, reaching across the bench to press your foot against his chest, effectively holding him back from further attempts at thievery.

“Let me look at him again!” he said.

“Um, no,” you said. “I don’t need you making more fun of him. I know you’re jealous, but expressing it like this only makes you uglier, just so you know.”

“Looks like they’re back at it again,” one of your friends said, massaging her temples.

“Yup,” one of Karasu’s teammates said.

“Ugly? Ugly? You’re calling me ugly? Have you looked in a mirror recently? Also, get your gross shoe off of my shirt!” Karasu said.

“I have looked in a mirror recently, actually, and incidentally I’ve also been keeping an eye on my follow requests. Guess what? I’m obviously good looking, since a legitimate model wants to follow me! How many celebrities request to follow you, huh? I bet the answer is zero!” you said, though you did do him the favor of swinging your leg back, allowing him to brush himself off in disdain.

“Lots of soccer players want to follow me,” he said. “I’m quite good, you know.”

“That doesn’t count,” you said. “It has nothing to do with how you look. They’d request to follow you no matter how hideous and poorly styled you and your hair are.”

“Are they seriously arguing about which of them is worse looking?” Karasu’s teammate said.

“I suppose so,” your friend said. “They’re both really hot, though, so I don’t know what the big deal is…”

“Geez, they’ll take any excuse to go at it, huh?” Karasu’s teammate said.

“Pretty much,” your friend said.

“Guess all of that tension has to go somewhere,” his teammate said.

“Exactly,” your friend said, shaking her head as she finished up her lunch.

“That model probably only works for horror magazines!” Karasu said. “It barely even counts!”

“He was in Vogue Japan,” you said smugly. “Look it up, stupid.”

“So what?” he said.

“So he’s handsome,” you said. “Like I said, it’s okay if you’re envious of him, as long as you accept it instead of doing this whole weird denial thing. I don’t blame you for it — in fact, I thought you would be. You don’t have much going for you overall, do you? In all honesty, it’s only natural for you to feel like this when faced with what you lack.”

Karasu’s eyes widened, and then he stood abruptly, picking up his bag with one arm and haphazardly pulling it onto his back. “Goodbye.”

“Bye,” you said, not really caring one way or another what he did with himself. Actually, you would prefer it if he wasn’t there, interrupting your meal and your daydreaming about your impending romance with Kenyu Yukimiya.

“Wow, Y/N,” your best friend said once Karasu was gone. “You’re kind of dumb, you know that?”

“What are you talking about?” you said.

“It’s not her fault,” another one of Karasu’s teammates said. “He’s not much better.”

“Huh?” you said.

“Never mind,” your best friend said, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I have a migraine now.”

“Want some ibuprofen?” Karasu’s teammate said. She accepted it gratefully, and nothing more was said on the subject. The rest of lunch passed in a peaceful manner, though strangely, Karasu did not return.

It should’ve made you happy. You wondered, then, why it felt so odd without him there, like there was a gaping maw sitting in the place that should’ve been occupied by him.

THREE: DROWN IT

Ever since the day that Yukimiya had requested to follow you, you and Karasu hadn’t spoken. He refused to make eye contact with you in the few classes the two of you had together, keeping his gaze lowered to his work and his shoulders hunched away from you. You didn’t even try to talk to him; something told you that it would not be well-received, and you weren’t anywhere near confrontational enough to bring up his odd behavior, so the time without him dragged on and on, seemingly without end.

At first, you were happy, and you told your friends as much. It was a much-needed break from the constant aggravation he brought you, and you found your classes without your competition to be almost boring in their simplicity.

“The more you say you’re happy that you and Karasu aren’t talking, the less it sounds believable,” your best friend said, taking a sip from her juice box.

“Believe it! This is what I’ve been wanting since middle school,” you said.

“Is it?” she said. “It sounds like you’re kind of upset.”

“Am not!” you said. She shrugged.

“Sure,” she said, drawing out the word. “Definitely not.”

“Why would I be upset?” you said.

“You tell me,” she said.

“I’m telling you that I’m not upset. You’re the one with the theory, so give me some evidence to substantiate it,” you said.

“Fine,” she said. “You talk about him all of the time, even when you guys are getting along — or, at least, your twisted little version of being friendly, which isn’t friendly by anyone else’s standards but it seems to work for you two, so I won’t comment further. You keep telling us that you’re so delighted he’s leaving you alone, but you do this thing with your face when you say it that makes it super obvious you’re not. It’s not the kind of behavior you’d display when discussing someone you hate as much as you claim to hate him. Finally, there’s a reason half the school thinks you guys are dating, and it’s not just the obvious aesthetic appeal of that match.”

“What? I thought you were just trying to bother me when you brought that up!” you said. She shook her head.

“No, it’s a common misconception. It’s why no one’s ever asked you out. They all think you’re already taken. Actually, the other day, a guy asked me if I thought he might have a chance with you now that you and Karasu had broken up,” she said.

“What’d you say?” you said, half in horror, half in fascination.

“I told him probably not, and that you and Karasu hadn’t broken up, because you were never together in the first place,” she said.

“Oh, okay,” you said.

“Should I have said something else?” she said. You shook your head.

“No,” you said. “What else would you have said?”

“Dunno,” she said. “Look, you need to cheer up. I’m sure that if you just try to talk to him, things will go back to normal in an instant. Then you can return to complaining about him like usual.”

“Talk to him? About what?” you said. She gave you an incredulous look.

“You were pretty mean to him the other day, Y/N,” she said.

“It wasn’t any meaner than what he says to me on the regular,” you said. “And what I say to him in return. I don’t see why he’d be more or less offended.”

“I think it was a little worse than what you typically say,” she said. “Plus, the context was different.”

“How so?” you said. She shook her head.

“That’s for him to explain, not me,” she said. “Come on, don’t be stubborn. Work things out with him. I miss hanging out with the guys.”

“Ah, so that’s why it matters to you,” you said. “Sorry to say it, but I don’t have any plans at attempting conversation with him anytime soon. Like I said, things are finally calm and stress-free for me. He’s the one being immature, as always, so why’s it up to me to make things better?”

“Immature?” your best friend said. “You’ve held a grudge against him since middle school.”

“And?” you said. She squinted at you before pursing her lips.

“Well, I guess the two of you really are made for one another,” she said.

“What?”

The next week would mark the beginning of the swimming unit in PE class, which you were actually looking forward to. You loved to swim, you had ever since you were a child and your parents had brought you into the water for the first time, and the thought of getting to earn a good grade for something you liked doing in the first place was an agreeable on.

In preparation, you decided to stop by the pool after classes were over so that you could acclimate yourself to the motions of the strokes once again. The swim team’s practice had been canceled, and no one else ever used the pool, so you would have the place to yourself, which was just about the closest thing to heaven you could imagine while still living on Earth.

Changing into your school-issued bathing suit and putting your things into a locker, you tied your hair back so that it was out of the way and stepped into the steaming indoor pool deck. The water was a bright cerulean shade, the lanes split by lane-lines which alternated colors to match your school’s emblem. When you dipped your toe into the deep end, you found it was warm, not cold like you had feared. The school didn’t splurge on heating the water of the rarely-used pool, so usually, it was all but freezing. You supposed that they must’ve had complaints from last year’s PE classes, so they had restarted the heaters in order to ensure that no one had any cause to whine about the temperature this year.

For a moment, you just sat on the tiled edge, your legs swishing about in the water, the heels of your palms pressing against the lip of the pool as you closed your eyes and luxuriated in the tangy scent of chlorine. So lost were you that you almost didn’t notice the door swinging open, but the clang of it shutting was unmistakable. Thinking it must’ve been a confused swim team member showing up to a practice that wasn’t happening, you opened your eyes, your lips parting to issue a reprimand that died before it could take shape.

It wasn’t a swim team member. It was Tabito Karasu, wearing a pair of swim trunks and nothing else, his jaw taut and his fists clenched as he inched towards the water. He hadn’t even noticed you, and you didn’t feel inclined to announce yourself, so you let your elbows dig into your thighs, your chin resting in your hands as you observed him.

You had known that he played soccer almost as long as you had known his name. It was the entire reason he was so popular and well-regarded in the school, and an inextricable part of his identity, but until now, you hadn’t quite considered what that actually meant. After all, you only ever saw him in the loose, modest clothing of the school’s uniform, so why would you jump to the conclusion that he was so — so — well, you were loath to admit it, but he had a striking body, and, now that he wasn’t being all cocky and maddening, you could appreciate that even his face was of a similar quality.

Blinking, you cocked your head as he extended a graceful foot towards the first stair leading into the shallow end. Water splashed against it, and he yanked it back like he had been scalded. You could not help yourself from giggling as he did this once and then twice again. On the third attempt, you forgot that the two of you weren’t acknowledging one another and cupped your hands around your mouth to amplify your voice.

“What are you doing?” you said.

“Who — Y/N? I didn’t realize anyone else was in here!” he said, stepping back from the pool and straightening his shorts, though there was nothing wrong with them that required straightening. You sprang to your feet and walked over to him, leaving wet footprints in your wake as you peered at him curiously.

“I was just going to do some laps to ensure that I’m at my best for the swimming unit next week. Did you have the same idea?” you said.

“Something like that,” he said.

“What’s with that whole ritual, though?” you said. “It’s not that cold. You should just get in.”

“Definitely not,” he said. You furrowed your brow.

“Okay,” you said. “Why are you at the pool, then, if you don’t want to go in the water?”

“It’s nothing you need to be concerned with!” he said. “Why are you so nosy? Just go away.”

“I was here first,” you said.

“Fine,” he said, spinning on his heel. “I’ll go, then.”

“Wait! Karasu, wait,” you said, grabbing onto his wrist as he made to leave. “Look, we don’t have to talk to one another or anything. We’re experienced enough at ignoring each other, so there’s not an issue in both of us being here.”

“Is that what you want?” he said.

“Yeah, sure,” you said. He swallowed hard, his throat bobbing, and you thought he would say something, but he only nodded curtly.

“Fine,” he said. You gave him an expectant look, but he did not move from the spot he was rooted in, so you thought that you might as well take the initiative. Looping around to the deep end, you inhaled and then dove into the water headfirst, staying under for as long as you could before finally surfacing and allowing yourself to settle into the familiar undulations that came with swimming.

After a few laps, you took a break, peeking up over the concrete to look at Karasu, who was still standing stubbornly in place, his nose wrinkling whenever he glanced at the pool.

“Hey,” you said. “Are you scared of the water or something?”

He froze. “Who told you that?”

“No one?” you said. “It’s pretty easy to tell as an onlooker. Were you planning on trying to get over your fear by coming to swim when no one was here? That’s dangerous if you don’t know how. You could drown.”

“I’m not scared of the water,” he said.

“Really? Then why’re you just standing there?” you said. His mouth opened and closed a few times, and then finally he hung his head in reluctant defeat.

“Whatever,” he said. Judging by the way he tensed immediately after the confession, he was expecting you to say something cruel, but you only boosted yourself out of the water and tapped him on the shoulder.

“I can help you, if you’d like,” you said. “I’m good at swimming.”

“Why would I want your help? And why would you even offer it in the first place? This is just one more subject you can beat me in, and that’s all you care about, so save it,” he said. “Congratulations, Y/N. You get to be number one this time.”

He looped a dry towel around his neck and left you standing alone, shivering and dripping pool water, a puddle forming around your feet as you gazed at the door he had vanished through.

The class rankings updated again after the swimming unit was over. You were in first place. Karasu didn’t even make it to the top ten. You wanted to celebrate the victory — it was the first time you had beaten him so thoroughly, after all — but for some reason, it didn’t really feel like something worth celebrating.

FOUR: STONE IT

School without Karasu was lonelier than you thought it would be. You hadn’t realized just how much you relied on him until he wasn’t there anymore. Without him, there wasn’t anyone you could exchange looks with across the room when somebody said something ridiculous in class. There wasn’t anyone who you could talk to in the minutes before the period began. There wasn’t anyone who made you push yourself to be better. What was the point of being first if Karasu wasn’t on your heels, ensuring that you stayed on the top for fear of losing to him? It was boring and lonely to try if he wasn’t doing the same.

You and he were still one and two, but it didn’t matter much anymore. The rankings were just numbers. They didn’t mean anything when Karasu still refused to even exchange pleasantries with you. Why would you want to compete when the other party didn’t share your interest? Now, if you managed to pull out ahead of him, it felt more like you had kicked a dog that was already down than if you had actually won anything. When he got first over you, it didn’t fuel your ambition any. You just wished he would come over and gloat instead of sitting there so solemnly, like none of it had ever mattered to him in the first place.

You couldn’t understand why he was so angry. What had you said that was so egregious? You hardly remembered the conversation you had had with him, it was that thoughtlessly done. You really hadn’t meant much if anything by it. One second, the two of you had been squabbling as you were prone to doing, and the next, he was so furious that he couldn’t bear to interact with you even still.

The day you were ambushed was nondescript. It was just like any other Wednesday, and you were walking back home from school when you were forced to stop in your tracks. A tall man — no, he was a boy, probably a year or two younger than you based on his soft and innocent expression — was barring your way, his arms outstretched and feet planted firmly in the ground to prove the depth of his conviction. He had pale hair and sky-colored eyes framed by the longest eyelashes you had ever seen on anyone, man or woman, with a small mouth pinched into an expression of discontent and lines like tire tracks between his eyebrows.

“Who are you?” you said warily, reaching for your phone, though you hardly knew who you would call. The setting was wrong for this to be a mugging, as it was sunny out and you were on a well-traveled street, but you didn’t really know what else to expect from the stranger, who could certainly outmuscle you if it came to it despite his lovely appearance.

“Yo Hiori,” he said. “I play on Bambi Osaka with Karasu. You’re Y/N L/N, correct?”

“Oh, one of the soccer guys?” you said. “Uh, hey. Yes, that’s me. Is something the matter? I’ve never seen you before. How do you even know who I am?”

“I’ve been watching Karasu for a while,” Hiori said with the utmost of seriousness, his hands dropping to his sides now that he was sure you weren’t going to run past him. “He’s a pretty fascinating person.”

“I’m sure,” you said, thinking to yourself that this Hiori kid was more than a little weird. Did Karasu know that he had acquired such a shadow? You supposed he must’ve. He had always been the observant type, so there was no way someone like Hiori would’ve escaped his keen notice.

“He’s been kind of down in the dumps recently, though. Even our coach noticed it. His playing hasn’t suffered too dramatically, but he’s the captain of the team, so he’s the guy everyone relies on for a funny pep talk or a word of advice when things are going south. Nowadays, however, when he’s off the field, he just sulks,” Hiori explained.

“I see,” you said. “That’s terrible.”

You meant it, too. Karasu without his asshole quips and ready jokes was a different person entirely. A person who you missed more than you could let on, even to yourself.

“It is,” Hiori said. “I took it upon myself to do some digging, and I’ve come to the conclusion that the reason is you.”

He was definitely a freak. You vowed to bring it up with Karasu, if he ever talked to you again. Even if he was already aware, it felt like a moral or civic duty of yours to ensure that he was fully informed about the extent that this child was inquiring into his life.

“What kind of, uh, digging do you mean?” you said, neatly avoiding the second thing he had said.

“It was pretty simple,” Hiori said. “One of the guys asked Karasu if he was acting off because he broke up with his girlfriend or something, and he got so mad that he left practice early. I opened up social media as soon as I got home and saw that you’re the only girl he follows, so by process of elimination, I figured the two of you were having some trouble in your relationship.”

“Relationship? I think you’re misunderstanding,” you said. “There’s no relationship. You could hardly even consider us friends.”

“Oh!” Hiori said. “I’m sorry. He’s mentioned you once or twice, so I just thought — and given what he said — and his reaction and all — no, I really am just sorry. It was wrong of me to make that assumption in the first place.”

“It’s alright,” you said. “I’m told it’s a relatively common misconception, so I can’t blame you. At least, it used to be. We haven’t really spoken in a while, so I guess everything thinks that it’s over, even though it never began in the first place.”

“You haven’t spoken in a while?” Hiori said. “Why not?”

“I think I said something that offended him, and we haven’t been on good terms since. Not that we ever really were in the first place,” you said.

“You did? He’s a pretty rational person, so it must’ve been something terrible for him to still be angry about it,” Hiori said.

“Maybe, but I don’t remember saying anything like that,” you said.

“What if you tell me how your last conversation went? Maybe I can help you,” he said.

“Sure, since you’re apparently the resident Karasu expert,” you said. “Wanna walk with me? I was heading home, but we can go to the convenience store and get some snacks or something instead. I don’t want to get in trouble for standing around in front of some random person’s house for too long.”

“Sounds good,” Hiori said. “There’s one a couple of minutes away, so we can head in that direction and keep talking as we go.”

“Great,” you said. “Okay, so the last time we talked…I think it was when Kenyu Yukimiya requested to follow me.”

“Who’s that?” Hiori said.

“He’s this model I met while I was shopping one day. Absolutely breathtaking,” you said. “Just really a stand-up guy. We’ve hung out a few times since then, he introduced me to the girlfriend I did not know he had, the works.“

“Yikes, unrequited love?” Hiori said with a wince.

“It was more of a celebrity crush. His girlfriend is super sweet, though, so I can’t complain. Anyways, I would consider them both casual acquaintances. The type you call to have a coffee with, but not the ones that help you move into a new apartment, you know?” you said.

“Uh, sure,” Hiori said in a tone which suggested he had no idea what you were talking about but was too scared to inquire further.

“Moving on, Yukimiya requested to follow me, and of course this was at the peak of my celebrity crush, so I started fawning over him, which prompted Karasu to take my phone and start insulting him,” you said.

“Interesting,” Hiori said.

“Then I called him ugly, and he called me ugly — that’s pretty standard for the two of us, so don’t look so shocked! After that, I said something about how I had expected him to be jealous of Yukimiya, since he didn’t have much going for him overall, so it made sense,” you said. “That’s when he left and things got weird.”

“Okay, I think I get it,” Hiori said. You waited for him to explain further. He smiled at you pleasantly.

“Right, so are you going to share with the class or am I meant to read your mind?” you said after a moment.

“I don’t want to give anything away that I shouldn’t,” he said. “But it’s a pretty simple issue to fix. Try thinking about what you said from his perspective.”

“He has a dumbass perspective. It’s impossible for me to think that way,” you said automatically.

“Do you think that he dislikes you?” Hiori said, taking two bottles of Yakult down from the shelf, handing one to you and keeping the other for himself.

“I’m not really sure how he feels about me, to tell you the truth,” you said.

“I don’t think he does,” Hiori said. “So, try thinking about someone you like and then imagine them saying to you what you said to them. Would you be inclined to be nice to them after that?”

“Well…” Your tongue was heavy and leaden in your mouth, and you ducked your head as you searched through your wallet for money. “No, not at all. I’d probably hate them for a really long time. Maybe forever.”

“That’s possible,” he said.

“Do you think he’ll hate me forever?” you said.

“Most likely not. Like I said earlier, he’s a rational person. I think that if you say sorry and sincerely mean it, he’ll forgive you. There’s a chance he won’t, though; you’ll have to listen to what he says and accept it,” Hiori said.

“But when? I hardly have the chance to see him in school. He just avoids me, and the building’s so big that it’s all but impossible to track him down!” you said.

“We have a soccer game in the evening today,” Hiori said. “I’m heading over there in a bit. Wanna come? You can talk to him once it’s over.”

“Am I allowed to?” you said.

“Why wouldn’t you be?” Hiori said. “If anyone says anything, just tell them I invited you. Here, I’ll give you the address and time now, and you can decide if you want to show up.”

“Okay,” you said, typing out his instructions in your notes app. “Thanks a lot for your help, Hiori.”

“Anytime!” he said. “Hope to see you at the game!”

“Even if I don’t go, I’d still like to meet you again. You’re a pretty cool kid,” you said, reaching up to ruffle his hair. “Kind of weird, if I’m being fully honest, but cool nonetheless. Karasu’s lucky to have a teammate like you.”

He grinned, and it was a tender, shy thing, as if he was earnestly seeking your praise or approval — like how a cat would bring a dead rat to its master or a child would show their parents a treasured drawing. “Thank you. Even if you don’t try to talk to Karasu…maybe you can still come anyways?”

“Alright, then,” you said. “Since you asked so nicely, I guess I have to. I’ll be there.”

FIVE: TAME IT

The sun was nearing the horizon, but it still had not officially begun to set by the time you settled in the bleachers on Bambi Osaka’s side. Besides a couple of women your mother’s age and an elderly man who must’ve been someone’s grandfather, there weren’t any other spectators. Hiori had mentioned that this wasn’t a particularly serious game, as they didn’t even need to beat the team to make it to Nationals, so it was more like a friendly exhibition game than anything — hence the low turnout.

“Hello, dear,” a woman said when she noticed you sitting by yourself. “Are you friends with one of the players?”

“Yes. Um, Tabito Karasu? I’m his classmate,” you said. Technically, you were there on Hiori’s goodwill, not Karasu’s, but for you to not mention Karasu would be like a betrayal. You weren’t sure if it was him or yourself that you’d be betraying, but either way you did not want to chance it.

“You’re one of Karasu’s friends? Lucky you, then,” she said. “He’s a delightful boy, or so I’ve heard. This is my son’s first year on the team, and he was really nervous to join such a prestigious organization, but ever since his first day, all he can talk about is how amazing his captain is. Karasu’s tough on all of the players, but he really works hard to make all of them feel welcomed, too.”

Bambi Osaka’s team took the field, and you smiled when you saw Karasu in the front, his name across the back of his jersey, a pair of black gloves covering his large hands, an insolent leer on his face as he greeted the other team’s captain. He had not noticed you yet, and you were not sure if this was for the better or worse, because you wanted him to see you, but you didn’t want him to be distracted and play poorly as a result.

“He’s a wonderful person,” you agreed. “He’s the only one in the entire school who can keep up with me, academically or otherwise. I didn’t realize until recently how much I admire him for that.”

The woman’s eyes crinkled around the corners with the ease that came from a lifetime of happiness. For some reason, you thought that she knew something you did not, or could not, but it wasn’t uncomfortable that she did. It seemed to you that being left in the dark was just your lot this time around, and you found that oddly enough, it felt acceptable.

“Is this your first time coming to watch him?” she said.

“Yes, it is,” you said.

“You know, he has this habit before every match of scanning the stands, like he’s looking for someone. I thought it might be his parents, but at the last match, just about his entire family showed up, and he still seemed disappointed,” she said.

“That’s a shame,” you said noncommittally, not sure what else you should say. The woman shrugged.

“Well, I wonder what it’ll be like today,” she said. “There he goes.”

True to her words, Karasu was craning his neck towards the Bambi Osaka side, his eyes darting from person to person until they settled on you. You raised your hand hesitantly, waving at him, knowing that he probably wouldn’t reciprocate.

He turned away almost immediately, but not before you saw him fight back a smile — not the smug type he generally donned, but one you had only ever seen on him once or twice. It was one that made him seem charming and boyish and sweet, that made you want to take back every negative word you had ever said about him. Only now could you understand that it showed who he really was, that at his heart Karasu was that kind of person, not anything like the facade you were so accustomed to, which he showed you for the sole reason that it was what you unconsciously demanded of him.

You had judged him to be horrible, and so he became the bane of your existence. You had told him he was good for nothing, so he disappeared like he really was just that. Everything you said, Karasu went along with gamely, and you wished you could’ve known that earlier, so you would’ve spent less time hating him and more time comprehending these intricacies, which entranced you in the way a spider’s web entranced a butterfly.

“Looks like I don’t need to worry about that child any more,” the woman said as the referee blew the whistle to signal the start of the game.

“Pardon?” you said. “Were you talking to me?”

“No, no,” she said, shaking her head. “I was just musing to myself. Ignore me. Let’s watch the game; I have a feeling that some of our players are going to go all out today.”

Bambi Osaka completely annihilated the other team. Maybe the match didn’t matter, but none of them played that way; instead, they were aggressive and focused, with Karasu at the forefront of every goal they made, commending his teammates and deriding his opposition in the same breath.

That was something you had not expected — he had a massively foul mouth when he played soccer. You had thought that he was rude when he spoke to you, but the things you overheard from him whenever he ran by within earshot made your conversations seem tame. You couldn’t help but pity the poor defenders that he shoved past and spat barbed-wire abuse at.

He was merciless and beautiful and you could probably spend a dozen more hours watching him play without even a trace of boredom, but by the time the sky had turned gold and the sun had dipped towards the ground, the game was over and the members of Bambi Osaka were packing up their things to leave for the night after yet another landslide win.

You snuck onto the field once you were extremely assured that nobody would be upset with you for it, making your way over to where Karasu was chugging a bottle of water.

“Hi,” you said when he was finished, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and tossing the now-empty bottle into his bag. “You played really well.”

“Thanks,” he said. There was impatience but also longing in his voice, like he wanted you to say something so badly but he knew you would not, would never, and so he would rather get the conversation over with and move on with the business of his life than stick around and waste time with you.

“I’m sorry,” you said.

“What?” he said.

“I’m sorry,” you said. “Karasu, I’m really sorry. I don’t think that you have nothing going for you. I don’t know why I said that. Well, I do, it’s because I wanted to have the last word like I always do, but I don’t mind if I don’t have it this time. Or any other time. Or ever again.”

“What?” he repeated, as though he had been rendered dumb by your confession.

“I miss you,” you admitted. “I didn’t believe I could, but apparently, I can, and I do. A lot. I know that I’m unpleasant and disparaging and haughty when it comes to you, but I won’t be that way anymore if you forgive me for my vices one last time. If it means you’ll talk to me, I’ll be a fool. I’ll be in second place. I’ll be an idiot. But please, please forgive me.”

He took a deep breath. You handed him the bottle of kombucha that you had bought on your way to the game because you saw him drink it so frequently that you figured he must like it. He accepted it gingerly, holding it with the delicacy of a newborn, unscrewing the lid and sipping on it pensively.

“Alright,” he said.

“Alright?” you said.

“I’ll forgive you,” he said. “But on one condition.”

“Anything,” you said.

“You better not do anything as dumb as trying to be mediocre on purpose because you think it’ll make me feel better. What the hell is that proposition, huh? It’ll make me feel worse if anything! I like you because you’re unpleasant and disparaging and haughty and whatever else you said, not in spite of those qualities. I’m sure you heard me while I was playing…anyone who isn’t you would probably be terrified of me when I’m like that,” he said. “Just, y’know, I’m a person with feelings, too, so keep that in mind if you can. Oh, and don’t wait so long to say sorry next time, because it’s seriously annoying for me to feel all out-of-sorts for ages!” he said.

“That’s it?” you said.

“That’s it,” he said. “Hug?”

Ordinarily, you would’ve said no, but you were so weepy at the reconciliation that you nodded and let him embrace you, his arms caging you against his chest, holding you to him so that you could not escape.

“Ew!” you shouted when you registered what he was trying to do, shoving him off of you as he cackled and released you without much of a fight. “Gross, Karasu, you’re disgusting! Get away from me! I can’t believe you did that!”

“I can’t believe you fell for it!” he said as you frantically tried to wipe yourself off, though it was largely in vain. In your emotional state, you had forgotten that he was still drenched with sweat from the game, and you were now reaping the consequences of your poor decision making.

“You’re a bad person,” you said.

“Yeah, yeah,” he said. “Whatever you say.”

“I probably deserved that one, though, so I won’t hold it against you,” you said.

“Smart decision,” he said. “Wait. Unrelated, but whatever ended up happening between you and that model dude? What was his name again?”

“Yukimiya? He has a girlfriend,” you said. “Oh, well. What can you do, right? I’m not upset about it. Besides, everyone and their mother thinks I have a boyfriend already, so it’s probably for the best that it worked out like this. I wouldn’t want his modeling career to be ruined by home-wrecking allegations or anything.”

“It must be a pretty serious not-relationship you’ve got there, if it’s the career-ending type,” he said.

“I’d say it’s pretty serious, yes,” you said. “He’s an awesome guy. You’d like him.”

“I’ll respect it, then,” he said. “But…if you ever find yourself not-breaking up with him, then, uh, let me know. I’ll take you on a date somewhere. We can argue and reminisce about the day we met over dinner or something. It’ll be super romantic.”

He said it casually, but you were more familiar with him than either of you ever could’ve predicted you’d be. He was secretly nervous about how big of a risk he had taken, fiddling with the zipper of his soccer bag, avoiding your eyes while he waited for your response. You let the silence stretch on for a minute, just to make him squirm, and then you poked him in the ribs.

“Karasu,” you said.

“What’s up?” he said, and he must’ve been trying very hard to keep his cool, but his anxiety transmitted through the endearing crack of his voice.

“I have to tell you something,” you said.

“Go ahead,” he said.

“I’m not-single now,” you said. “So. Will you take me on a date this weekend?”

He lit up, so bright that you were all but blinded by the brilliance of his joy. Then he cleared his throat and pretended to check the non-existent watch on his wrist.

“You’re in luck,” he said. “That works for me. I’ll pick you up on Saturday for dinner.”

“Great,” you said. “I look forward to it.”

“Hold on, don’t go just yet,” he said. You paused, about to ask him what else he needed when he stooped over and pressed his lips to your cheek. “Thanks for coming to my game. I’m not really sure how you knew I was playing, but I’m glad you could make it either way.”

“Um — uh — Hiori told me, he told me you were playing, and, er, where to go and what time and all,” you stammered, trying to wrap your head around what had just happened, replaying it in your mind over and over.

“Hiori? I should’ve known he’d be the type to meddle like that,” he said. “I’m not even going to ask how you know each other. The answer will probably make me feel vaguely discomfited, so I’ll abide by an ‘ignorance is bliss’ policy.”

“That’s probably for the best,” you said, composing yourself, though internally, you were imagining what it would be like if you had turned your head, if instead of your cheek his lips had landed somewhere else. “Okay, I should go now. See you on Saturday?”

“One last thing. You’re pretty transparent, you know,” he said, grasping your chin in his left hand and leaning in. Your eyelashes fluttered shut as he grew closer and closer, but right when his mouth was a hair’s breadth from yourself, he chuckled. “Also, pretty gullible.”

Instead of kissing you like you had anticipated he would, he tackled you in another hug. You squealed in protest, but he held fast, his body rumbling with laughter as you simultaneously struggled to escape and clung onto him as tightly as you could.

“I hate you,” you said when your half-hearted efforts proved to be entirely futile.

“Sure you do,” he said.

“You’re the worst,” you said.

“Absolutely,” he said.

“I’m being serious here. You smell!” you said.

“Well, that’s plain rude of you to say,” he said, messing up your hair in what you were sure he deemed to be a punishment, as if being crushed against his sweaty form wasn’t punishment enough.

“Let go of me, you idiot crow!” you said.

“No can do,” he said. “Crows are clingy birds, you know. Even the idiotic ones. Ask me again in twenty years and maybe we can revisit the issue.”

“Karasu!”

#karasu x reader #karasu x y/n #karasu x you #karasu tabito #bllk x reader #bllk #blue lock #academic rivals to lovers #reader insert #m1ckeyb3rry milestone #m1ckeyb3rry writes

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eddieandbird · 1 year ago

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Happy June my loves!

big big update under the cut

i’m a bit sad to say this, but i think i will be taking an indefinite, extended break from posting daily here. i have thoroughly enjoyed this blog and everyone i have met here, this past year on tumblr has been amazing. unfortunately, i do feel extremely burnt out by making daily content. i’m slowly running out of ideas for notes and other stories, as well as feeling overwhelmed by the forgotten and abandoned ideas i had for this blog. many mutuals i’ve lovingly made on this app have either deleted their blogs or have gotten too busy to interact with me, which i don’t blame anyone for that at all. life happens and i’ve been quite busy myself with my new apartment. i plan on leaving the blog up so you can come back and read your favorite eddie notes and what not, and who knows i might hit some inspiration and write more stranger things related content again in the future. i also will be still available to talk through messages! do not worry, i am not disappearing, just taking a break. i love you all so much, be kind to yourselves and each other and most importantly, never change -bird.

#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson imagine #eddie x reader #eddie pov #eddie notes #eddieandbird talks

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supercalime · 7 months ago

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I can’t believe I found people who think about this the exact same way as I do. I don’t get these hardcore buddie stans who suddenly try to make it look like buckTommy shipper are the toxic ones. I haven’t seen a single BuckTommy shipper who was rude without a reason (maybe a bit defensive about their CANON ship). Whereas I’ve seen plenty of incredibly toxic buddie stans who insult everyone who doesn’t ship their ship or share their opinions.

Another thing and don’t get me wrong Im not defending anyone. But I’ve seen many people heavily bullying the marisol actress because she’s apparently homophobic (not saying she isn’t or is) and wanting her to be gone beacause of this reason but totally ignore the alleged racism of ryan (again not saying he is racist or not, i dont know them personally) just because he is part of their beloved ship. By their logic Ryan should leave the show too.

Hey anon, it took me some time to answer your ask (chaotic life stuff lol) but I’m glad to finally have time to talk about this first part with you.

I’ll preface by saying I won’t get involved in actor drama, no matter how true or toxic it is because I don’t have enough information nor am I qualified to talk about the issues they mishandled. I’ll just say that, no matter who does bad things, they should be held accountable.

Okay, back to the main point: yes, it’s very strange how b*ddie st*ns are behaving towards the canon bi!buck thing. Both with people who ship bucktommy but also with the creators and actors on the show. Regardless if they are right or not about b*ddie being canon, this is not how you act with entertainment, specially with the people giving the content.

I hate to bash but it looks and sounds a lot like a toddler throwing a tantrum because they didn’t get a specific toy.

And toddlers only throw tantrums because they are brand new humans who are learning how to behave. They don’t know any better so they react with outbursts and repeated demands because it’s the only way they know to get the attention of the person taking care of them.

If I’m not mistaken, the main audience for the show is 18-45. NO ONE here should be yelling in comment sections “we want buddie! we want buddie! we want buddie!” as if they would immediately get it. It’s not how it works and it’s frankly embarrassing to see a bunch of adults acting like that for everyone to see.

And I can’t stress it enough, I’m not putting myself on a high ground here and saying I’m a better person by shipping bucktommy, as I’m sure there might be a percentage of fans out there being rude and annoying as well. But at least I’m keeping my conscience clear by not acting like me shipping two characters is something big enough in my life to ruin my enjoyment of a whole show in case my favorite ship doesn’t become canon.

I hate how fandoms behave as if they can have control over the content they are consuming. We aren’t entitled to anything and if there is supposed to be ANY discourse about which character was supposed to end with, that should happen AFTER the show ended! The story isn’t over yet! So why are b*ddie st*ns so stressed? If a show is making you this angry and demanding, please step aside a little, give it some distance because that’s not how consuming content is supposed to make you feel.

And I say that last part with sincerity because I too got way too involved with fandom discourse in the past, to the point that I had to distance myself from certain shows because being that involved made me upset.

Im just tired at this point you know. Im trying to protect myself as much as possible. Im not in the bird app, I don’t follow the show or the actors on social media, im avoiding interviews like the plague. All I want from this experience is to watch the show, gather my thoughts, form my opinions, log onto tumblr and reblog the cute stuff I see about my favorite ship without having to worry about whatever the hell is going on outside my pretty little bubble

#lety rambles #ask #911 #911 abc #bucktommy #tevan #firefly #firepilot

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regretfulcorrine · 4 months ago

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Heeey everyone! So little explanation as to where I’ve been— I kinda took a dive for a while 🥲 Really sorry about that! ((tw// mentions of mental health and mushy gushy emotional stuff under the cut))

In terms of content, I’m sure y’all have seen my Hazbin spiral kinda take a front seat for a bit but I miss my Drarry boys. They have infected my heart too much for me to part from them for too long 😔 And I may or may not have joined/finished a special project filled with amazing people coming out soon involving them 👀

So on Insta and here you’ll see me dive back into my love for them more than on the bird app! I love the amazing people/Drarry artists I found on Twitter, but it’s also a very big place for the fandom to just hit the fan unfortunately 😭 And it’s small enough to where unlike a bigger fandom, it can be hard to avoid. Doesn’t help the anxiety so for now at least I post my boys more here. I honestly wanna just post more on here in general!

I of course will still post my Hazbin stuff but it’ll be just more of a mix on here in terms of what I draw is all 💃 Thank you for still being here 💖

I’ve never really mentioned my health too much before but I have pretty bad crippling anxiety. It’s hard to do a lot of stuff (go outside, talk to people, etc.) and it even at some points has affected me physically. Whether that’s me worrying myself sick or being so paranoid I don’t even wanna really do anything besides watch like silly videos. And because of that I’ve only been really able to focus on one platform and that for some reason just happened to be Twitter (which in hindsight may have…contributed to the anxiety due to the nature of Twitter….ANYWAYS) I have meds and have finally decided to participate in regular therapy, but of course there’s always those breakout episodes!

Idk if anyone else has this thing but it had been such a long time I was afraid. That so much time had passed people were mad for some reason or there would be issues 😭 BUT I’m very happy to have finally just bucked up enough to come back, if you’ll have me!

Ive really missed you guys, and the second I opened this app and decided to post it was literally like a breath of fresh air. It’s weird to say in our great year of 2024 that Tumblr of all places has become calming but here we are lmao

Thank you for reading my rambles and excuses I’m gonna make it up to y’all with some good old fashion boys kissing 💖

#corrine speaks #I’m bad at emotions bleh I’m just quirky like that 🤪

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swords-of-a-soilder · 10 months ago

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Bless you for compiling what’s going on with that ex-bird app. It’s been genuinely insightful for me to understand the thoughts of the kinds of people behind those accounts.

That person trying to cancel creators for associating with Forever (and probably advocating for his lore to be excised from the server) saying “but I can’t possibly give up guapoduo, it’s My Hyperfixation” is very telling. Hypocrisy specifically in the context of “separating the art from the artist” isn’t something I’ve seen before, shockingly, so I guess I get to add that to my Social Media Discourse Bingo. (I had an online friend in 2016 who I was terrified to talk about my interests with because I didn’t know what angry punk teenagers on tumblr had deemed “evil and disgusting”, and even SHE stopped listening to some of her favorite metal bands when she learned they were homophobic, and had absolute turmoil when she learned that David Bowie might have allegedly slept with an underage groupie in the 70s. Her constant, unpredictable rage at seemingly random pieces of media was awful for my mental health, but at least she wasn’t a genuine hypocrite.)

Also that tone of “I’ve had good memories here… but I just can’t handle it anymore.” It sounds like someone whose meaningful but soul-crushing work has finally broken them, almost sounding like someone I knew at the frontline worker job I had mid-pandemic who missed her own birthday three years in a row, got repetitive stress injuries, and then got passed over for a promotion that was given to someone who did a fraction of the work. But the “God willing, I’ll never come back” was followed by “I’m 13” …damn, I got whiplash so hard that I astral projected into a universe where things made sense for a second. Because of course kids don’t have a complex view of other countries’ political systems or cultural pressures. Or the nuances of personal change and redemption. Or that sometimes people are just not online for a few days. And of course a 13-year-old doesn’t understand how dumb and petty they look by trying to ruin other peoples’ careers in the name of Activism (tm) while having a fandom portmanteau username.

“I didn’t want it to come to this but… I’m going to delete twitter!” I hope so, but more for their own sake, honestly. I actually have less anger towards most of them now. Many are kids with a false sense of grandiosity that makes them believe they are the ultimate moral authority, but have very little understanding of how messy people or societies can be. I just hope they can learn one day, and look back on who they are now and cringe. (And then many years after that, have the grace to forgive themselves.)

Oof, sorry for the wall of text.

I’m still not over the whole situation with Forever. I miss his energy, and his accent, and his silly bits with Richas that always dragged on too long, and N.I.N.H.O. (and everything it represented), and how different he and Cellbit are but how they understood each other WAY too well, and how he tried to make people who didn’t log onto the server as often still feel welcome and wanted, and how happy he got when anyone non-Brazilian even tried to speak a little bit of Portuguese. (I was learning, but I’ve barely touched it since.) I won’t lie, it’s affected me far more than I thought it would.

I miss Forever. Thank you for your blog being a little space where that’s okay.

I'm honestly a little worried for the kid (s), not in a "oh I just want the best for" fake bs way just a little concerned tbh. I still don't like them but I don't hate them either, they're a kid.

But at the same time I'm worried for their well being, they have like 5,000 follower on their main Twitter and 28 on curious cat (which is apprantly high for that app )

That's 5000 people (teens or not) waiting for you to tell them how to feel that can't be good for their mental state, not for a 13 yr old kid.

Most of their life was spent learning about the world and their still learning, these are the ages where you're worried about the sun blowing up.

You haven't seen how awful the world can be yet, You haven't seen how much worst it could get you haven't learned calculus yet!

To you the world is only these 13 years and you think if you don't act now everything will be over.

I get it, I had that fear too, most people grown into it and realize just how shitty it can get an settle in choosing their own battles and not letting It consume them, because no one had time for that anymore.

You want to experience the most out of live while you can and the older you get the easier it is to balance.

To me it looks like one of those situation where you'll look back and think "I wish I enojyed my childhood."

Because 5000 people waiting for you to tell them who to bash, 28 people prasing your while admitting they use to hate you.

It can't be good. And if they were to read this they'd probably say "oh you don't actually care you just want to shit on me."

And like, yeah I don't care, but am I saying all this because I want to shit on them? no I'm just pointing out concerns.

Apart from that I fully agree with anon.

#Ask #Qsmp #qsmp discussion

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moon-spirit-yue · 2 years ago

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Mrs. Chickadee

(This was 100% inspired by Gilmore Girls. If you watched the show, you know exactly where this came from. Just wanted to make a short and cute Rayaari story! Also super sorry for the delay my tumblr shut me out and I could NOT remember my password so this app and I have beef. Modern au for this one!)

Raya may actually start crying right here, right now.

She checked the cage once, twice, three times, but there was nothing. Zilch. Nada. Not a thing, if you will. Oh god, Raya’s hyperventilating.

Man, why did Sisu have to take the stupid animal science class and have to take care of a stupid little bird for the rest of the semester? Raya’s squinting her eyes and scanning the room to try and find the little ball of fluff to no avail.

Raya had no clue how she was supposed to find this avian escape artist if she can’t even see properly. She accidentally cracked the lenses of her glasses earlier this morning and dropped them off at Costco to get them fixed. Thank god for the many uses of Costco.

But since Raya doesn’t use contact lenses, she has an incredibly difficult time seeing anything over five feet away from her. That being said, since she is taller than five feet, looking down is an issue. Trying to find the chick would be like trying to find a needle in a haystack.

Shit, Raya could probably be stepping on the bird right now and she wouldn’t know. After quickly checking her shoe to thankfully find no birds stuck on it, she decided to call reinforcements.

“Hey, Maari? You uh, doing anything important right about now?” Raya asked once her friend picked up.

“My literature class starts in like ten minutes, why?” Namaari answered.

Damn, Raya totally forgot that Namaari was a freak and decided to take a Friday class.

“Never mind, don’t worry about it. It’s not serious, really,” Raya hurriedly assured her. Now she had absolutely no clue what to do.

“No, please, tell me why you called,” Namaari insisted.

Ugh, she’s so annoying. Raya knows for a fact that she’s not going to budge until Raya tells her.

“There’s a chick lose in my apartment!”

“.........care to repeat that, dep la?”

“I don’t like the sass in your tone, Namaari!”

“Right, I’m too sassy. Apologies, Raya.”

“You should apologize, I’m freaking out man! I don’t know how to lure Mrs. Chickadee back into her cage!”

“Mrs. Chickadee?”

“THE NAME OF THE CHICK, WOMAN, KEEP UP!”

“Woah, woah, woah, there is no need for such a high volume.”

“You’re right, I’m sorry, this is very stressful. The reason why I called was because I was going to bully you into coming over but I don’t want you to miss your class so I’ll just hang up and figure something out,” Raya groaned. Right when she was about to hit the end call button, Namaari spoke up.

“Hold on, it’s fine Raya I’ll help you,” the other woman said.

“But you’ll miss your class,” Raya weakly argued.

“My professor posts everything online, I won’t have any trouble catching up. I will come over,” Namaari firmly told her.

“Hey Maari, are you a diamond? Because you dazzle me. You are one dazzling lady. Now get over here! Quickly!” Raya yelled.

“I’ll be there in ten,” Namaari confirmed. With that, the call ended and Raya could sigh in relief.

Namaari was probably one of the best friends anyone could ever ask for. Whenever Raya needed anything, Namaari was ready to assist no matter the circumstances. Hell, it was Namaari who drove Raya to and from Costco when her glasses broke so that she wouldn’t have to take an Uber. And sure, Sisu is a great friend too and all, but it’s just different with Namaari in a way Raya can’t quite explain.

Raya then continued on for her search of the missing bird until she heard a knock at the door. She hurriedly walked to the door and opened it to reveal her good friend, Namaari Fang.

“Get in here, quickly! My god, you move like a drunk frat boy!” Raya hissed as she yanked Namaari into the apartment and quickly shut the door.

“I can’t believe I am missing out on my education to be insulted by you,” Namaari scoffed.

“Cry about it,” Raya huffed while tugging Namaari further into her humble abode.

“Oh my god, the hell happened here? This place looks like a pigsty,” the taller woman said.

“So the last birdie sighting was over there, behind the couch. Then she jumped off the side of the couch, so I’m pretty sure Mrs. Chickadee is suicidal, and then she scurried off in the direction of my bedroom and now I have no idea where she is!” Raya explained.

“Ah, yes of course. Suicidal bird in your room,” Namaari laughed with an odd tone of voice.

Then, miraculously, a tiny chirp resonated in the apartment. Yes! Mrs. Chickadee lives on!

“What on Earth was that?!” Namaari asked, sounding incredibly startled.

Raya shushed her and tried to beckon the bird to come out of hiding with no such luck.

“I’ll be damned, you really do have a chick in here,” Raya heard the other woman mumble.

“Of course I have a chick in here, I don’t lie about my chicks! Oh look, she’s making a break for it! Get her!” the long haired girl exclaimed.

The duo quickly followed after the bird only for Namaari’s foot to get dangerously close to the bright yellow ball of fuzz Raya can barely make out.

“Don’t squash her!” Raya yelled.

“She cut right in front of me!”

“Just be careful, she’s being graded! If Mrs. Chickadee chickadies, Sisu is going to chickakill me!”

“Well maybe you should tell Mrs. Chickadee to watch where she’s chickagoing!”

Unfortunately, in the chaos, they lost sight of the chick. So now Raya is taking an ice cream break as Namaari continues to hunt for the tiny bird. It’s probably for the best.

“I’m like, ninety percent sure she went by that chair,” Raya declared, using her spoon to point to the chair she spoke of.

“You’re blind, I don’t trust your judgement,” Namaari easily responded.

“First of all, don’t be a mean girl, I’ve had a long day. And second of all.....that’s fair,” the shorter woman sighed as she took another bite of ice cream.

“I am nothing if not fair,” Namaari agreed. “How exactly did this disaster occur?”

“Sisu’s got this animal science class and a big part of her grade is taking care of the little guy while tracking her progress. She went to her brother’s for the weekend because of a picnic thing they have once a month so she asked me to watch Mrs. Chickadee in her absence,” Raya explained.

“Apparently Sisu needed someone to watch both of you in her absence,” Namaari smirked.

Raya hates it when Namaari’s right.

She sighed and ate yet another spoonful of ice cream. Honestly, she should stop herself. She’s the high definition of a stress eater. At the rate she’s going, Raya will have to live in the gym to burn all these calories off.

Raya was going to try aiming the spoon in order to get ice cream on Namaari’s head to bug her, but she stopped when she remembered a certain part of their earlier conversation.

“Hey Maari, what did you mean earlier?” Raya asked without really thinking. She probably should have given her a little more elaboration.

“What are you talking about?” Namaari asked while moving a curtain to see if that was where the chick was hiding.

“Oh, you know, when you got here. You kinda sounded like you didn’t actually believe I had a chick in the house,” Raya clarified. All she got was a dismissive hum from the other girl. “I mean, if I didn’t have the obviously real chick, why did you think I was calling?”

“No no, I thought you were calling about the chick,” Namaari said in the most unconvincing tone of all time.

“Well I personally did not see it that way.”

“You can’t see shit without your glasses, your seeing is very off right now.”

“You are so rude for that.”

“You always think I’m rude- there she is!” Namaari exclaimed, finally finding the damned bird.

“Wait, seriously?” Raya asked hopefully.

Before she knew, it Namaari had lunged across the room to nab Mrs. Chickadee. Raya winced hearing Namaari’s body thud on the ground. That had to hurt.

The currently blind girl rushed over and picked up the little chick from Namaari’s hands. Faster than the devil himself, Raya put Mrs. Chickadee in her cage and locked it.

“I should put you in chains for what you’ve done tonight,” Raya huffed.

Now that the Mrs. Chickadee had been thrown into lockdown she rushed over to Namaari who was still laying on her stomach of the floor. Raya couldn’t help but laugh at the fact that Namaari seemed to have decided there was no point in getting up after that incident.

“How you doin’ down there?” Raya asked while sitting by Namaari’s head.

“I’m not talking to you. You left me for the bird,” Namaari grumbled.

“But Maari, if I didn’t get the bird, your sacrifice would have been in vain! I could never do that to you!” Raya exclaimed while trying really hard not to laugh.

“I suppose. Pretty sure I cracked several ribs though,” Namaari sighed.

She then rolled over so that she was now laying on her back instead of her stomach that she so painfully landed on. Raya scooted over so that Namaari could rest her head on Raya’s lap. Raya yawned as she began idly playing with the other woman’s hair. Namaari mimicked Raya’s yawn and closed her eyes.

“What’s up Undercut?” Raya smiled.

“Just getting injured because of you. Really, it’s just another day in the life,” Namaari said, not bothering to open her eyes.

“Oh come on, aren’t I worth the trouble?” Raya giggled, playfully pinching Namaari’s nose.

“You are,” Namaari simply stated.

Raya blushed at the apparent honesty. Her heart embarrassingly fluttered when Namaari opened her eyes and made eye contact with her. Before Raya could do anything stupid, Namaari’s phone rang.

“Could you get that for me? I’m very comfortable here,” Namaari said while closing her eyes again.

Given the fact that Namaari’s phone is on the table right next to them, Raya easily reached it and handed it to the woman that seemed to be a little too comfortable. Huh, the caller was Atitaya. Wonder what that’s about?

“Hey, what’s up?” Namaari asked. Some muffled sounds on the other end of the line was followed by Namaari’s loud groaning. “Can it seriously not wait?”

More muffled voices indicated that whatever was going on seriously could not wait because Namaari slowly began sitting up, much to Raya’s dismay. She tried to hide her disappointment. She was also choosing to ignore the fact that she missed the other woman’s warmth. This is fine. Totally normal bestie feelings here.

“My awful cousin needs to be picked up from the airport because apparently Uber no longer exists. Or lyft. Or a taxi,” Namaari grumbled as she ended the call.

With a whole lot of complaint, Namaari finally stood up on her own two feet. Raya held out both hands to her friend, silently demanding for her friend to help her up.

“Are you being for real?” the now standing woman deadpanned.

Raya simply smiled and made no move to lower her arms. Namaari rolled her eyes but nonetheless grabbed Raya’s hands and hoisted her up.

“Geez, what would you do without me?” Namaari smirked.

“Probably whither away,” Raya answered honestly.

“Thought so.”

“There’s no need to be so smug, Namaari.”

“First I’m sassy, then I’m smug. Man, I never get to win with you.”

“No, no you don’t because I’m perfect.”

“Well even a smug and sassy girl like me could have told you that.”

“See, here you are back at it again with the sass. Do you ever learn?”

Namaari opened her mouth to respond but was cut off by a loud buzz from her phone. She frowned seeing the message that was left and shoved her phone back in her pocket.

“Alright, I actually have to go because now she’s yelling at me virtually,” Namaari told her.

Raya smiled and gave her a tight hug. Namaari’s arms wrapped around her to give her a small squeeze back.

“Thanks for being the best Namaari ever,” Raya smiled while letting go.

“It’s what I’m here for. I’ll see you later, yeah?” Namaari asked as she was walking out the door.

“Unfortunately for you, yeah,” Raya confirmed.

“Goodnight Raya,” Namaari laughed.

“Goodnight,” Raya said as she closed the door behind Namaari.

As Raya was walking back to her room, she passed by Mrs. Chickadee. She sighed and sat by the bird’s cage.

“So. You think I got a chance with her?” Raya asked.

Mrs. Chickadee chirped.

“Yeah, I hope so too.”

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“Hey bestie! How was chick sitting?” Sisu asked way too early on a Sunday morning.

“So you’re gonna laugh when I tell you this,” Raya began.

“OH MY GOD YOU KILLED HER!” Sisu screamed.

She shoved past Raya and threw her bedroom door open which was where Mrs. Chickadee’s cage resides. And there the cute bird was, just chirping away.

“Oh thank god. Okay, what happened?” Sisu questioned as she flopped on her bed now that she’s much more relaxed.

Raya hopped on the bed with her and gave her friend the spark notes version of what went down a couple days ago. Thankfully, since nothing bad actually happened to the chick Sisu did laugh when she heard the whole story.

“I’m just glad she’s okay,” Sisu smiled.

“Yeah, she’s certainly doing better than Namaari’s ribs right now,” Raya snorted.

“Oh? And what was Namaari doing here?” Sisu asked.

Only now did Raya remember she didn’t actually mentioned Namaari guest starring in the story of the chick that almost escaped this apartment.

“So while assessing the situation in my typical cool calm and collected manner, I had a breakdown before calling Namaari asking for her help,” Raya told her.

“That’s a very Raya thing to do,” Sisu nodded.

Raya laughed before contemplating whether to mention that situation that bothered her the other night. Ultimately, she decided she may as well bring it up. Maybe she can get some perspective.

“Let me tell you Sisu, she said the weirdest thing that night too,” Raya told her.

“What, may I break my ribs on your floor?” Sisu snorted.

“Good guess, but no. When we got there and started our chick hunt she said something along the lines of oh wow you really do have a chick in here. Like I made it up.”

“I mean come on.”

“Come on what?”

“If you call someone and say help me look for my loose chick, its sorta kinda...,” Sisu said trailing off.

“Sorta kinda what?” Raya frowned.

“Sorta kinda sounding like code for I don’t have any underwear on.”

“Thats not the code for I don’t have any underwear on! Is there even a code for that?”

“If there is, it is definitely everything you said to her when you wanted her to come over. It’s not exactly uncommon to make up some bullshit excuse to see the person you got the hots for,” Sisu laughed.

“Oh my god, one of the first things I told her was that I saw the Mrs. Chickadee in my bedroom! Now she thinks I’m a whore!” Raya groaned while face planting in the pillows.

“No she doesn’t, because you actually ended up having a chick. She was only hoping you were a whore,” Sisu grinned.

“Your words do not provide me comfort,” Raya’s muffled voice told her.

“Okay, get your ass up,” Sisu said while yanking on Raya’s arm. “It’s obvious you have feelings for Namaari. So come on, be a big girl and tell her how you feel. Call her.”

“What no, I’m not-” Raya tried to say before her beloved friend decided to be a jackass and take her phone.

Before Raya could even think about fighting back, Sisu opened her phone and pressed the contact name of a certain someone. As the phone was ringing, Raya lunged at Sisu.

“You seem pretty cheerful for a dead girl walking, you evil miscreant!” Raya seethed.

Lucky for Sisu, the phone stopped ringing. Unlucky for Raya, it was because Namaari answered the call.

“Hello? Did you lose another avian again?” Namaari’s voice crackled over the phone.

“Nope, no wandering creatures tonight!” Raya laughed nervously. She vowed to kick Sisu’s ass for this.

“Good, I was seriously wondering if you can be alone without adult supervision,” Namaari laughed.

“You are so annoying,” Raya said with no bite in her tone.

“Since it’s not that, why did you call?” Namaari asked.

Shit, Raya had to come up with an excuse and fast.

“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” Raya said.

You know, like a dumbass.

“Tell her the TV’s not working,” Sisu whispered in her ear.

“The TV’s not working! I try turning it on and all I see is weird static and stuff. Think you can help me out? Only if you’re not busy,” Raya spat out.

“Yeah, I have some time on my hands. I’ll be over in fifteen. Later,” Namaari told her.

“Thanks, you’re the best!” Raya told her before hanging up.

“Now all that’s left is for you to confess your undying feelings for her! I’ll make a beautiful bridesmaid at your guys’s wedding!” Sisu swooned.

“Great, no I actually did make up an excuse for to see her! Ugh, you are turning me into the whore Namaari was expecting!” Raya yelled while hitting Sisu in the face with a pillow.

“I’m doing you a favor, trust me. Now then, I’ll start packing now,” Sisu said.

With that, she hopped out of the bed and started to toss clothes into her backpack.

“I didn’t know your weekend was so jam packed. What have you got going on today, I don’t remember you telling me anything about it,” Raya frowned.

“Oh, there wasn’t a plan or anything, I just don’t want to be here when you guys go at it,” Sisu explained casually.

“I hate you so much,” Raya deadpanned.

“No you don’t!” Sisu cheerfully stated.

Damn, she got Raya there.

Not even five minutes later her friend was out the door. Within the following three minutes, Raya heard a knock. That meant Namaari has just arrived. God, Raya felt like she was gonna puke.

With embarrassingly shaky hands, she opened the door for her good friend. Her pal. Her compadre. Her buddy.

“Heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy Namaari,” Raya smiled, admittedly very awkwardly.

“You are so weird,” Namaari snorted as she entered the apartment.

When Raya could pretend her feelings didn’t exist, she had no problem with Namaari’s presence. Unfortunately, Sisu called her out. Raya is totally into Namaari.

So how the hell is she supposed to actually say it?

What’s to say Namaari even likes her back anyways? Raya isn’t one hundred percent sure what she’s supposed to be doing right now.

“Alright, let’s see what we’re working with here,” Namaari said.

Due to Raya’s pondering, she didn’t realize her friend had made her way to the television. When Namaari reached for the remote, Raya rushed over and swiped it before the taller woman could even touch it.

“Great, so you expect me to fix this TV with my mind?” Namaari frowned.

“No. That’s not it. I just, I gotta be honest with you here,” Raya sighed while fiddling with the remote.

“Of course. You can tell me anything,” Namaari said to her sincerely.

“Well, there’s sorta kinda nothing wrong with my TV. I lied. I’m a cheap liar. I lured you here under false pretenses,” Raya admitted.

To prove her point, Raya pointed the remote at the television and pressed the on button. As she just stated, the TV functioned normally. Sound on with very clear images. She then turned it off and tossed the remote on the couch.

“I see. Please, enlighten me. Why have you called upon me?” Namaari asked.

Namaari thankfully seemed more amused than anything. Raya’s pretty sure that’s a good sign.

“Okay. No prob. I just wanted to say that I.....,” Raya sighed and took a deep breath. “I like you. As in, more than a friend. And it’s totally okay if you don’t feel the same way! We can absolutely forget this ever happened and-”

Raya could physically feel the words tumble out of her mouth at a speed not even she can stop. Namaari did her a favor by simply putting her hand over Raya’s mouth.

“Okay, I seriously do not know how you’re so stressed about this confession thing. Was I not painfully obvious in the fact that I liked you too?” Namaari asked.

Raya’s entire being lit up at the news. Raya removed the hand that was covering her mouth and beamed.

“So You want to date me? As in, you really want to date me?”

“That’s correct. You’re a quick study, deo la.”

“Hmm. Well, I personally feel like you could have dropped a couple hints, but that’s just me. Now that that’s out of the way, I wanna know the real reason why you thought I didn’t have a chick in the house,” Raya demanded.

“Fine, I’ll give. You’re not the only cheap liar here. I had hoped that you were just making up an excuse to have me come over,” Namaari admitted.

Raya was very pleased to see the other woman’s cheeks develop a nice tint of red.

“I hope it makes you feel better that I literally just did that,” Raya smiled.

“Indeed it does,” Namaari confirmed.

“Now that we’re dating and all, I suppose this would be an appropriate time to kiss you?” Raya asked hopefully.

“You know, I think you’re onto something there,” Namaari agreed.

They stared at each other for a moment before colliding their bodies together. The kiss got intense at rather rapid pace and before Raya even knew it, they wounded up in her bedroom.

“I hope you realize that the last time I came over, I was hoping you’d want to do a lot more than just see me,” Namaari panted.

The taller woman paused, waiting for Raya’s response. She was giving her an out.

“Sisu’s not coming back until morning. We’ve got a lot of lost time to make up for,” Raya whispered as she pulled Namaari into her bedroom.

All Raya was willing to say about that night was that it’s a good thing Sisu decided to leave.

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twopoppies · 2 years ago

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hi gina ! i used to struggle a lot with balancing my love for louis and harry and other stuff in my life. my obsession with them would just override everything else, and it was becoming a bit of an issue. but then i left the bird app, and i took a month away from the fandom and i came here! my obsession was still overriding, but not as much. but now i’m at a place where they aren’t overriding anything anymore. it’s great because i live in a balance now and they’re always there, but they’re not taking over my life anymore. i noticed this change when someone replied to a tik tok comment i left (it was me replying to someone basically saying that if a celebrity switches the pronouns in a song, why don’t they just come out already and i said that their way of thinking was very black and white, and the industry is more complicated than that), and they were yelling at me in all caps and i snorted and just deleted their reply. my relationship with louis and harry is very healthy and i’m at peace with it. i usually just spend my time lurking around, sending an occasional ask, reading fics, and talking to my friends about louis and harry. i’ve been also getting into a bunch of other artists that i’ve been discovering and i’m allowing myself to! i used to be in a bubble where i only really listened to one direction/solo music, but now i’ve branched out and i’ve found some of my favorite artists! i no longer second guess myself or worry about whether or not they’re physically together. i don’t buy everything they put out, and i don’t glamorize them. it’s kind of similar to having the honeymoon phase end and you can see their flaws, yet you’re still so in love with them and their flaws. sorry for babbling!! i hope you have an amazing day ❤️

No, you’re not babbling! I think that’s a very helpful perspective. Especially for new fans. I think taking a little time off really helps a lot. I’ve done it from time to time and it really does help recalibrate. And definitely getting off Twitter!

In reference to this

#for newbies

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grommy-blooming-texas · 2 years ago

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MEGATRON DISCOVERED TWITTER

Based from this video

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Megatron: Why hello, everyone! It’s me! Your favorite overlord, Lord Megatron!

*everyone cheers except Steve #233 accidentally insults him*

Megatron: I’m sorry. What did that last Steve said?

Steve #233: Can I be honest, my Lord?

Megatron: Please do.

Steve #233: I literally can’t remember.

*silence*

Shockwave: Would you like me to kill him?

Megatron: I don’t see why not!

Steve #233: Please don’t! *is killed*

Megatron: Well, now that’s been dealt with. Thank you, Shockwave!

Steve #123: *coughs* Teacher’s pet.

Shockwave: *angry gremlin noise*

Megatron: I’d like to announce that right away, I’m beginning to use this wonderful app that humans used!

Steve #211: Oh, that’s neat! What’s it called?

Megatron: It’s called ‘Twitter’ and it’s has a little Earth bird on it. Oh, it’s so adorable.

*several doubts noises coming from the Steves and even Shockwave*

Megatron: I was just sitting one day and thinking, I’m already famous amongst the people on Earth. What if I was able to talk to them directly?

Shockwave: My lord, are you sure this is the best idea?

Megatron: Of course! What’s there to be worried about?

Steve #???: You see, the people on Twitter can be a little…uh.

Megatron: Okay, I’ll prove that it’s harmless. Look at this post I made earlier today.

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Megatron’s Tweet: “Preparing for the Rise of Megatron! Who’s excited?”

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Steve #123: Look, I hate to be that guy but uh…who’s gonna tell him?

Shockwave: Well, don’t look at me!

Megatron: Tell me what? Primus, tell me what??

Steve #???: Sir, have you read the replies?

Megatron: No. I have faith in people of the—oh my Primus…

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Bumblebee replied: “Ha! Imagine following a tyrant! Couldn’t be me!”

Ratchet replies to Bumblebee’s post: “BUMBLEBEE! Don’t anger Megatron!”

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Megatron: See? There’s—

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Ratchet replies continues: “…before me. I get first Energon!”

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Megatron: Are you fragging kidding me?

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Wheeljack replied: “Megatron be like: I ‘want to rule the planet in peace.’

Megatron 2 seconds later: *insert random picture of Megatron threatening everything*”

Steve #128 replied to Wheeljack’s post: “LMAO”

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Megatron: Who in the…WHICH STEVE REPLIED TO THAT? I WILL HAVE YOUR HEAD!

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Megatron posted a new Tweet: “I feel personally attacked. Those who are not taking these Tweet seriously will be dealt with as TRAITORS!”

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Megatron: There. That should shut them up—

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Arcee replied: Oh my Primus, Megatron’s a snowflake!”

Knock Out replied to Arcee’s post: “I KNEW IT! He was never a fan of grabon anyway.”

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Megatron: Knock Out—? *growls and types*

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Megatron replied to Knock Out’s post: “What is a grabon?”

Knock Out replied back: “GRAB-ON DEEZ NUTS!!!!”

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Megatron: *furious Megatron noise* SHOCKWAVE, HOW DO YOU BLOCK SOMEONE?

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Steve #128 replied: “They kicking your aft in the qrts”

Doctor Morocco replied to Steve #128′s post: “And here I was thinking I thought I had problems.”

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Megatron: Is that another Steve—wait, who the Pit is this guy?

Steve #???: That’s the fun thing about Twitter, sir! You can talk to anybody across the continuities!

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Kade Burns replied: “That head looks ugly.”

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Megatron: Oh, that is so not cool. I can’t exact a revenge on them, I don’t know where they lived—

*cue Steve #??? coughing while saying “Skill issue” and everything went silent*

Megatron: …what did you say?

Steve #???: I, uh…don’t remember.

Megatron: Shockwave, we found the traitor!

Shockwave: Oh, you’re gonna die tonight!

Steve #128: No! NOOOOOOOOOOO—

*later…*

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Shockwave replied: “Megatron has some horrible BO and I’ve been dealing with it all day.”

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Megatron: SHOCKWAVE—

#transformers prime #tfp #megatron #Shockwave #Vehicons #long post #Grom's shitpost

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satinwithsilk · 10 months ago

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(2/3) safe and sound // sova x gn!oc

miss part one ? read here.

tw// wholesome, these two cuties has my heart kekek, might be some mistakes oopsie

a/n : another onee !! i don't know how to use this app but we'll have to see how this goes & THIS SOVA GIF NJDSDJSBNJARRGGHHHHH enjoy hehehe

"You have me. That is good for you.”

1 ) moya lyubov’ - my sweetheart

2) babushka - grandmother

3 ) Ptitsa - bird

Sova takes me to his room where he suggested. I agreed to it since it was more privacy than being out in the open.

“Want any drinks? Any food?” His soothing voice made me want to smile but I tried to keep a straight face. He walks towards his kitchenette and turns around to face me, “Could I have some milk tea with cookies?” He smiles and nodded. I got up from my seat after I walked inside his room; wanting to help him with the treats.

“Nono, I should be doing this since you’re in my territory moya lyubov’¹.”

“Big guy, let me help you! It’s okay.”

I grabbed the plates out and he couldn’t fight back, so he let it go and continues brewing his tea, following along with his jar of cookies.

We sat down at his couch, chatting a bit before we get onto the serious topic & the reason why we are there.

“Don’t be surprised! My babushka² left me alone in the kitchen and I almost burnt the whole kitchen down!!” He exaggerated his experience, the Russian accent was strong and it fits him so well, super attractive.

Sova called my name a few times, while I spaced out while staring at him. He waved his hand in front of me and snapped out of my thoughts.

“Is my face too handsome for you?” The teasing made you roll your eyes but couldn’t help but smile even more. “Pfft- as if. Anyways, should we start discussing?” He nodded his head and we started to get more serious and focus.

Sova and I snack on our treats and drinks. I cleared my throat as I watched him folding his arms over his chest. I almost let out a scream but I kept myself together.

“Well.. have you met your mirror self? I know Brimstone has and i think a 90% chance with Chamber.” I asked and confirmed. He hums but shook his head as a ‘no’.

“Really? Well, at the mission. Long story short; he crept behind me and kissed me before I screamed. And-” Which isn’t sexual assault! Since, i actually.. liked his kiss…

I paused mid-sentence. After noticing, he almost choked on his coffee, blinking while he widen his eyes in shock. “I-HE?? WHAT- ME??” I let out a giggle before continuing, “Mirror you. Sasha Novikov 2.0. And yes, he did that and he told me about Valorant, especially ours.”

Sova raised his eyebrows, he seemed concerned and worried. “Apparently, our Valorant crew is planning something inhumane but seemed like he doesn’t know really about it. He knew about it probably from mirror Brimstone.” He nodded slowly.

“Funny enough, that’s what me and KAY/O were talking about.” He added, I sipped on my milk tea and turned to him to give him more attention.

Sova continues his explanation, “KAY/O overheard Viper’s and Neon’s conversation. He wasn’t supposed to know but KAY/O told Cypher about it and then he told me, since he trusted me.”

“What is it?”

“Can I trust you?”

That question instantly made me nodded my head. Oh lord- don’t tell me I’m in love with this guy already.

“Alright, if I tell you; can you answer another question truthfully- well it’s up to you but I’m just you know.. curious I-” My hands reached over to his cheeks to cup them, he froze. “Yah.. Sova. I will do it, whatever you ask, I’ll answer.” I smiled genuinely at him, he slowly nodded and gulped.

I saw how flushed he was, it was really adorable. Almost melting on the spot.

“KAY/O can confirm and so does Cypher that, Viper is planning to manipulate the group to turn on you. Since she’s the assistant along with Sage. She knows how to please Brimstone more than anyone since she wants to be the leader of Valorant and turn on you.” Viper is smart with her ways and knows what to do when is in power. I sighed and nodded at his confession, I ran my fingers on the ring of the mug to think.

Before I joined Valorant as my job, I was powerful enough to take down a whole group with my bare hands but it could injure me and take my life within seconds. But I needed answers, how I became someone who is almost not human and how to control my abilities without struggles. That's why I became part of Valorant, and ask questions to someone like Cypher or Reyna. Answers is what I seek.

“Are you okay? We can figure things out together, with KAY/O and Cypher.” Sova reassures me, I nod my head to reply to his question and gulp to swallow my anxiety. Sova frowned at me and held my hand after I placed the mug down on the coffee table.

“Ptitsa³. can you say something? any-”

“Your mirror self told me to run away with you and if I stay here too long, something will happen.” I blurted out.

Sova widened his eyes, startled at the sudden confession, his breathing was slightly heavier and he bit his inner cheeks; showing his nervousness. I turned away in embarrassment, I hugged myself as I buried my face into my arms. He pulls me towards him and wraps his arms around my small body, that's compared to his size. His heart was beating fast, and it made me even more nervous -- however, the feeling of being in his arms made me feel so safe; too comfortable.

He leaned his cheeks on top of my head and used his thumb to caress my shoulders to soothe me, I didn't like how intense this was getting but my curiosity reached over to me.

“What did you want to ask?”

part three

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showfallsquigandiris · 1 year ago

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/Transcript app activated/

/Turning on microphone…/

/Starting transcript/

…

Squig: Oooh! This seems like the kind of show Jasprix would be working on…

Iris: Oh yeah, you said the dude was like, big on horror.

S: I looked into it and he was quite literally raised on a horror show.

I: Hah! Sounds familiar!

[Scoff]

S: It wasn’t a horror show, it just was a horrible time. Big difference.

S: Anyways, he should be around here somewhere… he’s short but he also literally has horns and wings so, shouldn’t be that hard to spot…

Jasprix: Wings are gone now actually. Did a little experiment with Security a couple days ago. Worked great for me.

S: Oh there you are! And I see that now, I imagine your wardrobe options have vastly improved.

I: [Quietly] Oh you weren’t kidding about the short part.

J: The horns still cause an issue with wearing things, but they are much easier then the wings. I like the heart bun thing you have going on, looks good with the outfit. And the rude spider android person.

[Sharp gasp]

S: Hah yes, my options with the straps on this mask are either up-do or nothing, so I decided to have a bit of fun with it. I think it adds to the charm.

I: Wha- S-Squig, aren’t you going to defend me!

S: You really need to learn how to have inside thoughts sometimes Iris. Jasprix don’t mind her, also Jasprix, this is Iris, she’s the Head Security back at my facility.

[Tail thumping against a wall as Jasprix laughs]

J: I’m used to certain comments occasionally, though I’ve never had them said right in front of my face. I’ve also never seen a security that wasn’t just… those things over there. Pleasure to meet you Iris, you have a lovely name.

I: [Muttering] I tried to be quiet about it…

J: I have slightly better hearing then most humans.

S: Also Iris your default volume is already really loud, I don’t think i’ve ever heard you speak even close to a whisper before.

I: Alright, message received. Ahem. Nice to meet you too Jasprix, and yes, the Security around here are all quite similar, so I supposed that makes sense.

J: I like them though, they're great as threats, looking like horrifying monsters. Are you a spider android because you’re head security, or is that a normal sort of look for where you work?

I: Hah nah, I used to look boring as hell, but when you work with those 12-foot fucks every day you end up losing a lot. Decided to lean into it after a while, it’s a lot more fun don’t you think?

[Series of mechanical whirrs]

J: Yeah, that’s some cool shit you got going on there. Could jumpscare somebody if you wanted, or be the most unassuming enemy in a movie. No one would suspect it until it’s too late. Have you ever considered trying that out?

I: Hah! Yeah all the time, love doing it to pretty much every new hire we get, though obviously sometimes they can’t really react.

[Chuckling]

S: Alright, enough chit-chat, Jasprix, how’s it going with the bird hunting?

J: It’s going… I hunted him. It’s, this is going to sound mental alright, but you remember that I mentioned the gay chicken thing right?

S: Oh of course I do! Has he given up yet?

J: He hasn’t, he’s very stubborn about it, I guess. Or maybe he actually enjoyed that I did what I said and took him on a date. I’m… not actually sure what he thinks about this game anymore, but he hasn’t backed down, so neither can I

I: Ah, well if you need any tips, Boss Lady here knows a lot about not backing down from gay chicken.

S: I suppose that’s true. So, a date, that’s how you’re using your newfound freedom?

J: I mean, I’m using it for other things as well, like checking out Lostfield and seeing where stuff is in case it seems like something I could bring back here, but the date was one thing I did with it, yes.

S: Of course, of course, I was just teasing. No worries.

I: Where’d the two of you go? Me and Boss Lady ate at that “Denny’s” place last night.

J: I was considering bringing him there when I checked it out, but I can’t eat most things there. Breakfast foods don’t seem to involve a lot of meat. I found this place called Longhorn Steakhouse instead, and it smelled absolutely delightful. The food that it came from also tasted perfect.

S: Maybe we’ll have to stop by there the next time we’re in Lostfield.

I: Wait did you have access to a company card? Or did the two of you do a good ole dine and dash?

J: There are company cards?

S: Yeah, I mean unlike pretty much every other business ever, we don’t really have anyone at the top hoarding money, it just all goes back into production. We have like, mildly excessive amounts of extra. I’ll see what I can do for you.

J: That’d be very kind, especially with what you’ve already done to get me a proper place to swim and let me take visits to town. It would be nice to have money though, because we did have to run very quickly after leaving the restaurant. A difficult thing to do, when handcuffed together and the other person is a bit faster than you.

[Silence, 26 seconds]

[Loud laughter mixed with static]

S: Iris, volume. I suppose [Giggling] that was your solution to making sure your little bird couldn’t fly away?

J: [Grumbled huff] That was loud, but yes. I knew he’d run off if I took him outside, so I needed to keep him near and close with something. My other option was a dog collar and leash, but I felt like that would bring unwanted attention.

[Wheezing mixed with static]

S: In a town like Lostfield at least that certainly would. But you’d be surprised by what people ignore in big cities.

J: I think I’d have an incredibly uncooperative bird on a leash, honestly, and he’d make them pay attention. He’s very… distinct. Hard to miss, easy to notice, all that uh… The cuffs worked the best, is basically it.

S: Oh, I’m sure you’d be able to tame him eventually. But I suppose on a slightly more serious note, I am pleased to hear that you’re keeping him busy enough he’s not trying to stage any more explosions or something else that would cause lots of problems.

J: Yeah, I don't think he’s got any more plans for that. Or if something does go wrong next, it’ll probably not be because of him this time. I think there might be an issue involving the archives, but I don’t know enough about that to get too involved beyond being aware that it's company blog is having a problem.

S: Ah yes, I saw that. But when it comes to Archivists there are a lot more protocols in place to get them back in line, so I wouldn’t be too worried.

J: It is only one of the multiple having the problem I guess, after all. Anyway, do you want a tour around the set, maybe know what this show is about? Maybe itll help make this scene work and get the actor to stop fucking up her murders.

S: I think we have some more spare time before we have to head on back, what do you think Iris?

I: I’ve already checked out everything else I wanted to see in the Mall, why not.

J: Just be careful about the blood everywhere, I’m sure it must be an absolute nightmare having to clean between all that plating.

I: Ugh, you do not know the half of it.

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#showfall ask blog #encoreverse blog #showfall media #transcript #Squig #iris #jasprix

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ss3890 · 1 year ago

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NEPHILIM LOST: Adrift On The Currents Of Time

***I have earlier seasons of OM! I should be writing on, but I felt inspired to write the opening of Nightbringer from my MC's point of view. Also the starting lessons for NB were awkward and weird as hell with the new app pushing, so that was, uh...interesting to work around.

It helps that NB is fresh and I'm terribly behind writing for the OG app, but..eh. I'll get there eventually.

Chapter 1: CASTAWAY

Cayrie puttered away in her room at Serenity Manor, getting herself ready for tomorrow’s trip. The room was bright and clean, music filled the space, and she happily hummed to herself as she worked.

After becoming a full-fledged member of Diavolo’s council, she found herself traveling between worlds a handful of times per week. She was an efficient liaison between the human and demon worlds, fetching items for both and popping in frequently to see to her duties as a council member.

Traveling between worlds had become second nature to her at this point, and she had established homes both here and there in the Devildom. In light of that, the bag she packed was very light, filled with little to nothing save a special treat for herself and the boys and some paperwork she’d been working on.

There was no need to shuttle objects between places when she had all she needed wherever she went.

Her DDD rang, causing her to smile when she saw who was calling.

“Yes?” she crooned. “What can I do for you, Lucifer?”

“I’m aware that you’re scheduled to come here early tomorrow morning.” he began, “But I was wondering if you would like to come this evening instead and have dinner with me? If you haven’t yet tired of Ristorante Six, I’d love to make a reservation. I’ll even bring Mammon along, as I’m feeling rather generous today.”

“Oooh, that you are.” she grinned. “And I’m never tired of Risto-six. What time are you thinking?”

“6 o’clock, if that works for you.”

“That works perfectly for me.”

“Great, I’ll see you then. Safe travels, Cae.”

“Thank you, Lu. See you soon.” she replied, looking forward to the evening.

⥈

Packed and ready to go, Cayrie stood in front of the cage to bid her feathered friend farewell.

“I’ll be back soon, Miri.” she crooned, making sure the little starling had enough food and water to tide her over. “Be a good bird, okay?”

Miri churred in response, watching her secure her bag to her shoulder. With one last goodbye to her friend, Cayrie began the incantation that would sweep her away to the Devildom.

“Make a path where there is none…and take me where I wish to go!”

Her power answered her eagerly, the path in her mind’s eye clear as day. In a swirl of light and magic, she was gone from her bedroom in the blink of an eye.

⥈

Seconds into her journey between realms, something went very, very wrong.

She had done this a hundred times already. Nothing should have gone wrong at all, and yet the portal’s corridor turned black and stretched impossibly long, suspending her in a tunnel of cloying darkness she couldn’t find a way out of.

Very quickly, her movement stopped altogether and she was suspended in the void-space alone…or so she thought. The hair raising on the back of her neck told that she did, in fact, have company she couldn’t see.

“Hello, Cayrie” an inky voice called, vibrating all round her. It weedled its way into her mind, making her feel small, and the human knew then that she had been intercepted by a powerful, unknown entity.

“...Hello?” she answered meekly. “...Who are you?”

She could almost feel it shrug. “Perhaps you know me, perhaps you don’t. Regardless…know that I am very well acquainted with you.”

“Okay, well that’s a creepy fucking way to not answer that question.” she snapped back, trying to make out any sense of form in the darkness. “How do you know me?”

“Because you introduced yourself. Very recently, in fact.” the being chuckled, amused with her. “Though, I suppose it might have been quite some time ago for you. It’s clear that I have you worried. Well, there’s no need to be, really - because nothing remains hidden from me. I see everything. And by everything I don’t mean just the present, but the past and future as well.”

“...What?” she asked, her face scrunched up in confusion. “...Th...That doesn’t reassure me at all.”

How many times was it now that formless entities had held and spoken to her? She honestly didn’t know at this point.

“Regardless, it’s nearly time for you to depart, so I can’t keep you here much longer.” the being answered, shifting around her.

“Oh, well, that’s great because I was already on my way somewhere!” she snapped, unable to move herself no matter how she tried to swim in the darkness. “So I would very much appreciate it if we could wrap up whatever this is and get a move on. I have people waiting on me.”

“I’m going to take you someplace better than where you were going.” the entity stated, disregarding her distress. “A place where you’re happy, a place that will bring you more joy than any other.”

“And who are you to know that?!” Cayrie demanded, a feeling of panic turning her gut. “I’m happy enough as it is, so let me go on my way!”

“Oh, I will. However, your way is now to a world where you’ll find those you yearn for, and who yearn for you as well. Ah, but you will need some protection. I’ll gift you a disguise to make things easier for you when you arrive. Daemonos Forma.”

At the entity’s words, tendrils or darkness reached out to touch her, enveloping her in its magic. The words it had spoken etched themselves into her mind as her form tingled and changed into something foreign to her. She could feel extra limbs attached where no limbs had been before, although she was unable to turn and see them properly.

“...No! What are you doing to me?!” she cried, overwhelmed by the presence that assaulted her. “Don’t you dare take me away from here! I don’t agree to this! LET ME GO!!”

“Now, now. Don’t worry. We’ll meet again in time.” it crooned, unswayed by her thrashing. “Though I must admit that Time for me is like a heavy, dark mud. It sits in a big container as it silently and slowly swirls around like a vortex. Will you be entering your own past? Or the past, present, or even future of someone you don’t know?

“But never fear.” the voice continued. “No matter where you go, they will always be waiting for you. Safe travels, Little Nephilim.”

And with that, the power of the entity swept her away, tearing her out of the corridor she had built for herself and into one of its own murky making that made her entire being scream out in confusion and fear.

⥈

Cayrie appeared in the Devildom high above the ground, over the roofs that made up the capital city. She caught a glimpse of the buildings, shining beautifully in the moonlight, before gravity took her and she began to fall.

Something caught her and sent her into a dizzying spiral as she tried to right herself, something heavy on her back that kept getting pushed and pulled in the whipping wind of her descent. She caught a glimpse of them flailing out behind her.

Wings.

Mottled black and white wings that were impossible to get under control. Gods knew she had always wanted a pair, but right now they were nothing more than a nuisance threatening to kill her.

“…Oh god, oh god, oh god…!” she thought, unable to stop or slow herself. “…I’m going to fucking die here…! I’m going to fucking die!”

The ceiling and scaffold of an unfinished building came up to meet her. She crashed through them, tumbling down through the levels of supports until she met a hard stone floor, landing on it with a painful finality that turned her world dark once more.

⥈

“...ey, …..ay?”

Someone was gently shaking her. With a groan, Cayrie opened her eyes to see a blurry figure kneeling over her. It took a mighty effort to focus her vision through the splitting pain of her head and the ringing in her ears.

When she did, she saw a demonic Diavolo looking down at her with concern.

“Thank goodness…you’re awake.” he sighed, relief palpable. “You’ve been out cold for some time. We were really beginning to worry.”

“Hey, you…” Mammon ordered, standing over her, also in his demonic form. “Now that you’re awake, y’know what that means, doncha? You OWE me. I mean, I was the one who noticed ya lyin’ over here and all, so you definitely owe me some sorta reward, right?”

Cayrie just stared at him, completely bewildered. Not only was he being incredibly rude, but his voice was loud and made the pain in her head even worse.

“So, now that we’re on the same page…” he continued, looking very proud of himself, “Gimme all your money! The Great Mammon demands tribute!”

“...Pl…Please stop shouting.” she stammered, wincing as she touched a bloody spot on the back of her head. Her vision kept blurring out, it was hard to breathe, and everything hurt.

“Eh?! You talkin’ back to me?” he exclaimed loudly, bristling at her. “You got a lotta nerve doin’ that. Who the hell are ya, anyway?!”

“Someone who’s obviously injured and bewildered, Mammon. Yelling at this lost little lamb isn't going to do any good.” Asmo chided, looking down at her with pity.

“Ugh, a lost demon? …Lame.” Belphie scoffed, swishing his tail in annoyance.

“Don’t be like that, Belphie. Lost or not, something about her smells good…” Beel noted as he sniffed the air like a bear, wings humming with excitement as he caught the scent of something in her bag. “She’s got some kind of food on her. Good food.”

“Eh, whatever. Kinda fragile for a demon, ain’t ya?” Mammon assessed, looking down at her. “Must be one of them lesser ones. Did someone beat your ass or what?”

“…Um…not directly? I, uh…fell. From the sky.” Cayrie answered, pointing up toward the damaged ceiling.

“You mean to say that you, a demon who has wings, fell from the sky?” Mammon noted, judging her immensely. “You not know how to use those things or what?”

“…Apparently not.” she muttered, groaning as she lifted herself to her feet, stiff and unsteady. If Diavolo hadn’t caught her arm and supported her, she would have gone down again.

Body trauma aside, her new appendages made her feel unsteady and was that…a tail she felt moving behind her?

It was.

“Aaaah! L-L-L-Lucifer! It’s moving!!” Leviathan cried, hiding behind the eldest brother for protection. He stared out from behind his shoulder, eyes wide with horror at the sight of her.

“Leviathan, stop pushing me.” Lucifer chided, irritable as he extricated the younger brother from his wings. “Pull yourself together.”

Levi wasn't the only one looking at her oddly. All of the brothers that stood around her were in their true forms, and all of them looked at her as if they had no idea who she was.

She took a moment to glance around the room and realized that she was in the Council Room on RAD grounds. Though unfinished, there was no mistaking it. It was a room she’d come to know very well.

The entity’s word came back to her in a flash. “Will you be entering your own past? Or the past, present, or even future of someone you don’t know?”

Cayrie was undoubtedly in the past. In which timeline, she had no idea. What she did know, is that she couldn't go on in the state she was in.

“May the vestiges of pain that linger within me be eliminated…” Cayrie breathed, using a healing spell on herself.

It didn’t come easy and took more out of her than it should have, as if the ocean of mana she was used to commanding had dried up to nothing more than a puddle in comparison.

She laid eyes on her left arm and saw…nothing. The skin was white and void of the black marks she’d come to expect there. She kept staring at it, mind numb as she processed what that meant for her.

And that was when she felt the deep emptiness in her belly, even through the wave of nausea that almost choked her right then and there.

“Diavolo, this demon is your responsibility, are they not?” Lucifer asked, annoyed with the distraction that was She. “How are you going to handle this?”

Diavolo looked down to the demon on his arm who still seemed to be a bit out of it in spite of her recovery magic.

“Hmm. What is your name?” he asked gently.

“…It’s uh, Cayrie.” she answered softly, swallowing as she came back to reality.

“Well, Cayrie. As you’ve gathered, we found you lying unconscious and injured here on the floor. This facility — which is still under construction and was close to being finished, I might add — is under the direct authority of the Demon King. So tell me something. What led to you crashing through its ceiling? And now that I think of it…are even FROM here? Because I find it shocking that there’s a demon I haven't met in the Devildom.”

Cayrie took a moment to consider her words. Until she knew the situation better and who was behind it and why, it was probably unwise to come out and tell them the truth. However, she knew full well that Diavolo would know if she tried to lie.

“…I’m a traveler.” she explained. “I move around a lot, often outside of the capital. I was using a spell to travel here from a distant land, and it went wrong. I was intercepted by something. I don't know what - but it sent me a bit…off course.”

“Oh? How unfortunate. There are many dangerous things in the far reaches of the Devildom.” Diavolo uttered, offering his sympathy. “And why were you trying to come to the capital from such a distance?”

“For work.” she answered plainly.

“So you’re in need, are you?” the prince assessed, putting a hand to his chin as he considered her. “Well, as you may already know, I am Prince Diavolo, next in line to rule the Devildom. And the demon you see over there is Lucifer, the Avatar of Pride.”

The Avatar of Pride regarded her dismissively, saying nothing.

It had been a long time since she’d seen him look at her like that, as if she were an annoying gnat unworthy of his consideration.

“Next is Lucifer’s younger brother, The Avatar of Greed, Mammon.” The prince noted, indicating the brother in question. “And next to him is —“

“Listen up, ya nobody.” Mammon interjected, looking proud of himself. “It’s the Great Mammon to you, got it?!”

“Next to him is Leviathan, the Avatar of Envy, as well as Asmodeus, the Avatar of Lust.” Dia continued, unperturbed.

Levi lost his composure the second she met his eye. “Ahhh! L-L-L-Lucifeeer!” he wailed again. “It’s looking right at uuus!!”

Asmo smiled happily in response. “Hehe, you’re just so smitten by my beauty that you can’t help staring, right? Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, my little lost lamb.” he crooned sweetly, letting her look at him as long as she wanted.

“Now, that brings us to the two demons you see over there…” Diavolo nodded, bringing her attention to Beel and Belphie.

“Belzfuph…after grunty.” Beel muttered, his mouth full of the chocolates she had stowed away in her bag. He didn't care that they were all broken or crushed, or that they hadn’t been his to eat to begin with.

“No one can understand you, Beel.” Belphegor chided with a sigh. “How about you swallow your food before you talk?”

“Mn…gulp…sorry.” the great demon apologized. “Beelzebub, Avatar of Gluttony. And this is my twin brother.”

“Belphegor.” the younger announced reluctantly. “…Avatar of Sloth.”

Cayrie looked between the brothers, noting that all of them were present except for Satan.

“Lucifer actually has one more brother.” Diavolo admitted after a moment, “but…”

A bellow of rage resounded through the halls, feral and full of wrath.

Everyone stopped talking and looked between themselves - worried save for Lucifer, who simply looked annoyed.

“Ugh…” he muttered, glaring daggers at the door behind them.

“Tch, great.” Belphie scoffed. “He’s here…”

“RAAAAHHHHH!!”

With a mighty roar, Satan entered the room, blowing the wooden doors off their hinges and littering the floor with debris.

“Man, he’s in one of his moods again…” Mammon lamented, wanting nothing to do with it. “You’d think he’d get tired of bein’ ticked off all the time.”

Leviathan shrugged in response. “Well, he was wrapped in chains and stuffed inside a closet because he couldn’t control his fits of rage. So yeah, it’s not really a surprise he’s super irritated.”

“...He was what now?” Cayrie breathed, regarding the wrathful brother with wide-eyes. She’d seen him angry before, but the anger coming from him now was a brand so powerful and raw it hit her like a wall.

“Asmo, you did make sure those chains were tight, didn’t you?” Lucifer asked, squaring up with the newcomer.

Asmo looked a bit sheepish. “Well, I wrapped him up like you said, but I’ve got such soft, beautiful, tender hands. They aren’t suited for such a rough job. Honestly, you should’ve known that…”

If Lucifer had been irritable before, he was even more so now.

“The demon who’s just arrived is Satan, Avatar of Wrath.” Diavolo explained quietly, leaning into her a bit. “Remember when I said that Lucifer had one more brother? He’s who I was talking about. There’s seven of them in all, and they’ve only just arrived here in the…”

“You rotten little…” Satan growled, tail lashing the air behind him as he approached the group. “You’ve got some nerve locking me up like that! You’re DEAD, you hear me?! Every last one of you! I’m going to tear you limb from limb!”

“Hahaha, just listen to him…such violent language.” Diavolo chuckled at her side, not at all concerned. “They don’t call him the Avatar of Wrath for nothing. As his title suggests, the only emotion he knows is anger.”

“Lord Diavolo, this is no time to be standin’ around smilin’!” Mammon warned as Satan picked up a table and heaved it at the group.

Belphie flinched as he realized it was heading straight for him, but Beel was there to protect him, letting the table splinter around him as it shattered against his guard.

“You okay, Belphie?” the great demon asked, turning to look at his brother.

“Yeah…thanks, Beel.” The younger breathed, immensely relieved.

“How about you?” Beelzebub asked, turning to find her sheltered from the debris in Diavolo’s wing.

“I’m okay.” she answered, narrowly taking another blow to the head.

“Good. That was a close one. We don't need you getting more injured than you already have.” the prince noted, releasing her from his protective membrane.

“It doesn’t take much to send Satan flying off the handle.” Beel warned, taking a defensive stance. “Then he starts destroying stuff, just like that. Be very careful.”

Seeing that his table failed to connect as intended, Satan reeled with anger once again.

“RAAAAGH! I’ve had it!” he bellowed. “My brothers…this entire world…EVERYTHING!”

“Yikes! Time to hide! C’mon, over here!” Asmo urged as Satan charged them.

“Ugh, why am I stuck with HIM for a brother?!” Levi lamented, following close behind. “He’s terrifying!”

“Well that’s just how it is, right?” Asmo huffed, booking it for safety. “I mean, the Demon King said that we have to consider ourselves brothers from now on, and what that old demon says, goes.”

“That’s right.” Lucifer grumbled, dodging a vicious slash from the blonde. “Unfortunately, we’re new here and in no position to refuse a direct order from the Demon King himself.”

Satan, frustrated that his attack fell short, now turned his attention on her. His murderous intent was a visceral thing as he lunged, seeking to rend her apart.

The Satan before her now was a far cry from the one she’d come to know. This one here was nothing but feral rage, lashing out at everyone and everything around him…but she knew he was so much more than that.

A warm power bloomed in her chest as Cayrie watched him come at her. Her pact marks may have been gone, but she knew that if she wasn’t able to do anything, that she was going to die.

She reacted on reflex, throwing up her arm and bellowing a crippling “Satan, STAY!”

Power rumbled through each of the brothers like shockwave, rocking them as Satan found himself thrown face-first into the ground so hard it knocked him out cold.

Cayrie stood, wide-eyed and breathing heavily as she realized what she’d just done.

There was still a connection between them, even though it was so faint she could barely grasp it before it slipped from her hands once again.

“…Well, how about that?” Diavolo appraised beside her, looking mighty interested in what she’d just done.

“Ugh…what the heck was that?!” Asmodeus whined, shaking off the aftershock of Cayrie’s power.

“I know…it was like my body just wanted to throw itself to the floor when I heard her say stay.” Beel noted, bewildered as he stared at her.

“Hey you!” Mammon demanded, marching up to grab her by the collar of her shirt. “What the hell kind of messed up magic was that?! And who do you think you are usin’ it on us?! Why the hell was Lord Diavolo the only one who didn’t seem to feel it, huh?!”

“Let go of me or I’ll do it again!” Cayrie warned, pulling out of his grasp. He eyed her suspiciously, daring her to try.

Lucifer was right behind him, regarding her as an enemy.

“You.” he growled, puffing himself up. “What did you just do?”

She didn’t have a chance to answer him before Diavolo laughed with merriment.

“Well! I’ve certainly never met a demon like you before!” he exclaimed, throwing a protective arm over her shoulder. “You’re an absolute riot!”

“A riot?!” Mammon sputtered angrily. “Yo, there was nothin’ funny about that!”

“Hmmm…I just had an idea. It must have been fate that brought us together like this.” the young prince mused, looking rather pleased with himself. “Cayrie, with your traveling, I’m not sure how much you know about recent developments, but…Lucifer and his brothers were expelled from the Celestial Realm and cast down to the Devildom following the recent Great Celestial War. They’re still new here, and were originally angels, you see. High-ranking ones at that.

“In light of this, there have been all sorts of rumors flying around about them in the Devildom.” he continued, capturing the attention of everyone present. “To say they’re the talk of the town would be an understatement. Things are rather chaotic right now…which is why I’d like to ask a favor of you.”

“…A favor?” she asked quietly, not sure where he was going with this.

Diavolo nodded. “Yes. Until things settle down here in the Devildom and the seven of them get used to it here, I’d like you to serve as their attendant.”

“Wha…? Our attendant?!” Mammon cried, aghast at the thought.

“Absolutely not.” Lucifer stated firmly, shutting it down immediately.

“Yeah, I’d rather not be stuck with someone who has freakish powers looking after us.” Belphie grumbled.

“I have to admit, I’m still trying to wrap my mind around what she just did.” Asmo noted, looking at her with suspicion. “Cayrie here is no lamb at all!”

“More like a wolf in sheep’s clothing.” Beel agreed.

“Diavolo, we don’t need an attendant.” Lucifer insisted. “Just because we used to be angels doesn't mean you have to treat us like children. We can learn how to get by here on our own.”

Diavolo dropped his arm and moved forward to speak with Lucifer face-to-face.

“I certainly don’t mean it as an insult.” he replied calmly. “But you must understand that I am the future Demon King…and my father isn't around right now, which means I have final say in all Devildom matters until such time that he returns.”

Lucifer fell sullen and silent, clearly unhappy yet knowing he didn't have a say in this.

“I appreciate your understanding, Lucifer.” Diavolo chimed amicably. “And you too, Cayrie - I take it you understand as well? You’re in want of work and you’ve found it. This is a job you’re not to take lightly, and you’ll be expected to do it well.”

Cayrie met his eye and nodded before bowing her head.

“…Yes, my lord.” she answered, playing the role she needed to in order to survive in this world. “I understand completely.”

⥈

Cayrie gathered up her bag while Beelzebub collected Satan, throwing him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. She took a moment to fish around for her DDD only to find it broken, the screen shattered and unusable.

She held it in her hand and stared at it for a long moment, her heart breaking right along with it.

“Are you coming?” Beel asked, looking over his shoulder at her. The rest of the group were already making their way out of the council room, leaving her to trail behind.

“…Yeah.” she uttered, sniffing as she slung her belongings over her shoulder. Letting them see her cry would only bring more unpleasant questions, so she preferred to avoid that situation altogether.

“How’re you hanging in there, Beel? Okay?” Belphie asked as she fell in line behind the twins.

“Yeah, it's just Satan.” he shrugged. “I can usually carry a demon or two without breaking a sweat but…I’m pretty hungry though.”

Typical Beel. His immense strength seemed to be directly powered by how much food he ate, and if he was lacking? He became as weak as could be.

“…What are you going to do if he wakes up on your shoulder?” she asked, imagining that going the way of someone trying to wrangle a pissed off cat - all yowls and claws and bloody scratches.

“Eh, he was thrown to the ground with a lot of force…” Levi uttered, casting a glance at them. “I don’t think we have to worry about him waking up anytime soon.”

“Let’s not forget, our attendant here is the one who did the throwin’.” Mammon muttered, giving her a wide berth.

Cayrie lowered her eyes to the ground. It had been many years since he’d been this bitter toward her, and she found it quite difficult to endure on top of everything else.

Satan stirred a bit and muttered in his sleep, drawing the attention of his brothers.

“Hehe, he looks so adorable when he’s asleep.” Asmo grinned, doting on the unconscious brother. “He’s been out for a while now, yeah?”

“Well, the alternative is having him rampaging around town destroying everything in sight.” Lucifer sighed, casting him a glance. “If it were up to me, he’d stay like that for a good hundred years or so.”

Diavolo stopped and found her, as if something important just came to mind. “…Ah, Cayrie! I almost forgot. It’s important that I can get in touch with you when I need to. Do you happen to have a tablet on you?”

The prince pulled out his own device to show her. It was a rudimentary D.D.D. that seemed to be more powered on magic and glyphs than it was electricity.

“…I did have something like that.” she admitted, rummaging around for the broken DDD to show him. “But unfortunately, it didn’t survive the fall.”

“Oh…! Where did you get this?” he asked excitedly, turning it around in his hands. “The make and materials are quite different from what you can find around here…it’s almost like a different device entirely.”

“Ah, well…it doesn’t matter now that it’s broken.” she uttered, reaching out for the thing. “I’m going to need one like you have.”

“I’ll have one sent to where you’ll be staying, with all of the relevant contact information you’ll need as well.” the prince promised. “It will be very important that everyone will be able to get a hold of you.”

“So…will I be staying at the House of Lamentation with everyone else?” she asked hopefully, wanting the answer to be yes.

Instead, Diavolo’s eyes widened in surprise as he regarded her with a strange look on his face.

“...Come again?” he uttered quietly. “You know about the House of Lamentation? Strange…it has only just been rebuilt down here and the name of it isn’t even public knowledge yet.

“But no, you won’t be living there.” the prince continued, to Cayrie’s disappointment. “That house was built for the seven brothers so that they may have a place of their own. Their arrival sent the Devildom in a state of disarray, you see. Things have actually been quite volatile and have taken some time to settle down. For their own safety, they’ve been cooped up in the castle since they arrived, and today is the first time they’ve been allowed out of it.”

“The House of Lamentation…” Levi mused, having overheard the conversation. “That’s the place that used to be up in the human world, right? The one with a really dark history?”

“Yeah, I heard it’s supposed to be cursed or something…” Belphegor added.

“Eh, whenever somethin’ bad happens, humans always blame it on a curse.” Mammon scoffed, brushing it off.

“But I heard that a family with seven children used to live there, until the oldest one stabbed the rest of them to death, right?” Beel asked, looking for clarification. “His parents, all his siblings…everyone.”

Asmo was aghast at the thought. “What? But that means the curse is still fresh! I bet it’s haunted…we’ll probably see ghosts…eek!”

“Pff, quit bein’ dumb.” Mammon chided. “Demons don’t give a flyin’ flip about curses and ghosts or whatever. Everyone’s afraid of US, not the other way around.”

Cayrie raised her brow at that. Mammon unafraid of spooky things? That was a version of him she’d never seen before.

“Lucifer, I’m hungry.” Beel whined, like a kid on a road trip.

“Lucifer, Belphie looks like he’s about to fall asleep.” Levi noted, watching the slothful brother nod off as he walked.

The eldest sighed deeply to the amusement of Diavolo. “Alright, let’s get a move on.” he urged, leading them down the road.

Chapter 2: COCYTUS HALL

“Wow, now THAT looks like a haunted house!” Asmo marveled as the House of Lamentation came into view.

“Whatever, just move it.” Lucifer grumbled. “You’re holding everyone else up.”

Diavolo and Cayrie stood together on the path, watching the brothers filter into their new home in a flurry of excitable chatter. Not one of them looked back to say anything.

“You’ve been very quiet since I said that you wouldn't be staying with them.” the prince noted.

“I just figured that since I’m to be their attendant, it would make sense for me to stay close to them.” she replied sullenly. “That and I don't know where else to go.”

“I understand you’ve been traveling, but are you saying you don’t have any friends or family here to go home to?” he asked, a bit surprised.

Cayrie cast a glance toward the House. “…No, I don't have any of those.”

Diavolo regarded her thoughtfully.

“Okay.” he said after a moment. “I won’t pry any further. Either way, the House of Lamentation belongs to the brothers. It’s the one place in the Devildom they can relax and be a family. I’ll find another place to accommodate you, since you appear to be in—“

“Cayrie!” a familiar voice called out to her, followed by the sound of jogging steps. She turned around to see Solomon running up to her, a look of relief on his face. “I was wondering where you’d disappeared to. I’ve been worried, you know!”

“…Solomon?” she breathed, bewildered as he came to a stop and put his hands on her arms, looking her new form over. “Solomon…do you know me?!”

“Of course.” he whispered back. “Though with the way you look I was a bit unsure at first. There’s no mistaking that aura of yours, however.”

Diavolo cleared his throat, drawing their attention to him. “Solomon, you got here fast…and it seems that you know Cayrie here?”

“Oh yes, very well actually.” he replied with a grin. “You see, it just so happens that she’s my apprentice.”

Diavolo was openly shocked at that revelation. “Your apprentice? …Cayrie? Really?”

Solomon nodded. “Yup, really. Isn’t that right, Cae?”

“It’s true.” she admitted. “I’m his apprentice.”

“Well, now this I didn’t expect…” the prince marveled. “I have to say, I wouldn’t have thought that…I mean, I knew you were one to do outlandish things, but even so…I never expected you to take a demon as an apprentice.”

Solomon laughed at that. “Cayrie here is my top student, actually. But I try to keep that on the down-low. Otherwise, everyone else would feel inadequate.”

Diavolo’s eyes lit up. “…Ah, I see! That would explain the whole ‘stay’ thing earlier.”

“Oh?” Solomon asked, brow raised. “Did something happen earlier that I’m not aware of?”

“Well, Cayrie can tell you all about that later.” he dismissed. “I hate to be rude, but I should really be getting back to the castle. Solomon, since Cayrie here is your apprentice, can I assume that it’s okay for the two of you to share accommodations?”

The sorcerer smiled happily. “Oh yes. I’d appreciate it if we could stay at my usual spot.”

“Understood.” Dia nodded. “Well, I’ll be off then. Take care, Cayrie - and thank you for agreeing to my request earlier. I’m sure you’ll do an excellent job as an attendant.”

“Yes, of course.” she answered, bowing her head again. “Have a good evening, Lord Diavolo.”

Cayrie and Solomon stood together and watched him leave, making sure he was well out of earshot before speaking again.

“…Okay then.” he said after a moment, turning to face her. “I’m guessing you have a lot of questions?”

Cayrie gaped at him. “You’re damn straight I have a lot of questions!” she exclaimed, nigh on the verge of tears. “Why the fuck am I in the past and how the fuck do I go home?! You came here to get me, right? So come on, let’s go.”

“Wait a minute, slow down and take a breath.” Solomon urged, trying to calm her down. “Before we can do any of that I’m going to need you to tell me what happened, starting from the point it all went awry.

“But before all of that,” he continued, cutting her off before she could speak. “Let’s get off the road and go to Cocytus hall. We’ll be more comfortable and have some privacy. Also, you look like you could use some TLC.”

“…Cocytus hall?” Cayrie asked, having never heard of the place.

⥈

“Diavolo was nice enough to set up a place for me to stay while I’m here in the Devildom.” Solomon explained as they approached a building. “This is it, Cocytus Hall. While I do appreciate Diavolo providing a place for me here, it’s a little too extravagant a space for me alone. I’m glad you’re going to be staying here with me.”

“…I see.” Cayrie noted, allowing herself to be led inside. While that was a nice sentiment, she had no intention of spending any length of time here whatsoever.

The place was indeed massive and empty of anyone else in the halls. Their footsteps echoed hollowly throughout the lonely space.

Solomon led her to a sitting room and made her wait while he fetched water and made tea. It took Cayrie a significant effort to figure out how to manage her wings and tail so she could sit comfortably.

Once he returned, he asked her to recount the events that led her here while he cleaned the blood from her face and hair.

She explained how her portal went wrong, hijacked by a mysterious entity who changed her form and refused to tell them her name.

“A spell, huh?” Solomon asked, considering the way she looked. “And they said it was a gift in order for to protect yourself?”

“Pfft, yeah.” she scoffed. “They then promptly shat me out in the middle of the sky, so I’m not sure how concerned with my safety they actually are.”

Solomon chuckled at that. “Well, portals of this nature are tricky, especially if not everyone is on board with the trip. Do you remember the words they used to change your form?”

She considered that for a moment. “Uh…I believe it was Daemonos Forma.”

The moment she finished saying the words, her extra appendages disappeared in a show of magical light, leaving her sitting in a body she was used to.

“Wow…” she marveled, checking herself over. “That’s some magic. Those wings felt incredibly real.”

Solomon nodded in agreement. “Indeed. That magic seems to allow you to change your look at will. Certainly handy if you’re trying to pass as a demon.” he noted, refreshing her tea cup. “So tell me, what else happened before I found you?”

⥈

Once she had finished her tale, Solomon settled into his seat with a sigh. It was already quite late at this point, but there was far more talking to be done.

“Okay then…I owe you an explanation. Or two.” he began. “Obviously, this Devildom is different from the one we used to live in. It’s still the Devildom, yes…but long, long before we came to study here as exchange students.

“In the ‘present’ - and by that I mean the time period you and I are originally from…in the present you just…disappeared. So I analyzed the traces of magic left behind, which indicated that you’d jumped through spacetime to a past version of the Devildom. Then I had Barbatos lend me his power so I could come here after you.”

He took a long drink from his cup before continuing. “In addition to being in the past, it seems we’re at a fairly momentous point in history. This is right after the Great Celestial War, and Lucifer and his brothers have just been cast down after their defeat.”

“Yeah, I’ve gathered that.” she dismissed with a wave of her hand. “What I’m interested in is how we get back to where we’re supposed to be.”

“…Right. That’s the issue.” Solomon uttered, face falling. “I have the ability to return to the present whenever I want. But sending you back is another story. That will require some of your own magic power, and it sounds like the pacts you forged with the demons of the present don’t function properly here in the past. Even your markings are gone…and as a result, the power of your magic seems to be much weaker here as well. Long story short…you can’t go back to the present. Not in the state you’re in.”

The pregnant silence between them could have been cut with a knife. Cayrie stared at him for a long moment, the gravity of her situation making it hard for her to breathe.

“No.” she uttered, voice shaky. “No, don’t you tell me that you can’t get me home, Solomon. Don’t you tell me that I’m stuck here with no way out! I can’t stay here, Sol! Please tell me you’re joking and we can leave, okay? Let’s just go…please.”

Solomon came to her and braced his hands on her arms, kneeling down to meet her eye on equal level.

“Cayrie! Cayrie, listen to me.” he urged. “Do you really think I would leave you here without any options? Earlier, Diavolo mentioned that you were able to use a pact command and succeed, right? That means your pacts with the brothers haven’t been severed completely. If you were able to reforge your pacts with the seven of them here in the past, then you might regain your lost power.

“I’m sure it must of hurt when you realized they didn't know you.” he continued gently, “But don’t worry. You’re going to make it back to the present and be reunited with the versions of them you know and love. Your objective is to grow closer to Lucifer and his brothers in order to reforge pacts with them, and I intend to do everything I can to help you accomplish that.”

“…You make that sound like an easy thing to do.” Cayrie uttered numbly, eyes wet with unspilled tears.

“Well, no.” he admitted sadly, “And you’ll have to live here in the meantime, but…you won’t be alone, Cae. I’ll be right here with you.”

“…Thank you.” she replied softly, looking incredibly fragile. “If it’s alright with you, I’d like to go to my room now.”

Her teacher furrowed his brow in concern. “Sure, I’ll show you to it…but are you sure you’ll be okay on your own?”

“Yes.” she insisted, rising from her seat. “I’ll be fine.”

⥈

Her room at Cocytus hall was plenty spacious, but silent and devoid of anything she’d ever loved. No trinkets or personal comforts, no plants or Miri churring in greeting…

Oh god…Miri. The realization that she would be unable to care for her turned her stomach into knots. She prayed that someone would have the presence of mind to go get her from Serenity Manor and do it in her stead.

She placed her smashed up bag on the bed and began to sort through the few belongings she had. Beel had long since had his way with any food items she brought, the thought of which bringing to light the fact she was absolutely starving in spite of feeling nauseous as hell.

She had been on her way to have a dinner that never happened.

There weren't any items of clothing or toiletries, since she had some at both the House and Manor didn't need to pack them when she traveled between realms. Now, however, she was very much in want of those things.

She pulled out a crumpled folder of papers, no longer relevant to anything, and a dented glasses case. Mercifully, her magic lenses remained unbroken inside. A small mercy, that.

Again she found her smashed up DDD and held it in her hands, willing it to work.

It didn’t. There wouldn’t be any old chats, or photos, or saved music she could seek out to comfort her in her isolation.

She could only imagine what her demons were going through right now, half out of their minds at her disappearance.

Now she would be forced to get close to other versions of them in order to get home…and have to abandon them in turn.

And Cayrie knew full well that you didn't get pacts with all seven brothers by treating them like tools or a means to an end. No…in order to pact with them as a whole, they had to love you - and they didn't love you unless you made an effort to love and understand them in return.

Her breathing deepened as an overwhelming sense of hatred for the one who had done this to her bloomed in her chest. She crushed the damaged DDD in her hand, gritting her teeth as her anguish overtook her.

“RRAAAAHHHHHHH!!!” she screamed, hurling the device into the wall as hard as she could. It shattered into pieces on impact, falling to the floor.

The folder of papers were scattered to the floor in a sweep of her arms. Hollow decorations placed to fill the spaces on surfaces were shattered against the floor and walls, covering the place with shards of debris. Paintings were hauled off the wall and hurled across the room, frames splintering to pieces on impact as she cursed and roared and raged against her helplessness.

And when there was nothing left to break, she unleashed another howl of anguish and crumpled to the floor, body shuddering with sobs as deep sadness overwhelmed her.

She wept until there was nothing left for her to feel and was left laying there amid the rubble, broken along with the rest of it.

⥈

Solomon sat outside of her door, listening to it all. He knew better than to interfere…so he just sat there in silence with his back against the wood. He stayed that way for a good long while, until not a sound or a sob could be heard on the other side of the door.

⥈

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