#i couldn't even be bothered to go on tumblr today but i'm doing it just for them

[secretagentspydetectiveninja]

Looks like it's tieswiip propaganda time!! *cracks knuckles*

So, first things first, Matt and Lucía are canonically best friends! They would vote for each other!

It isn't just the Friend Connection game -- both of them are champions of their respective sports, both have the same favourite colour (orange), both are in the toughest difficulty class of Wii Party, and they even play on the same basketball team. They're a power couple.

Matt is currently (understandably) winning the poll, so in order to obtain a tieswiip, you gotta vote for Lucía. "Why on earth would I do that?" I hear you ask. "Matt is iconic! What has Lucía done that would possibly convince me to vote for her over THE Matt Mii?"

Well, ask no longer! Rest assured that Lucía is just as iconic as Matt, and I will prove it!

Matt's legendary status arose from him being the champion of two different sports: boxing and swordplay. (Three different modes of swordplay, in fact.) That's quite a feat! No other mii has been champion at more than one sport at a time! And he isn't easy to beat at any of these. However, he is still perfectly beatable to the average Wii Sports player. A challenge, to be sure, but actually doable.

Lucía, on the other hand...

Don't let that cute knife cat face fool you. As you can see above, she is the table tennis champion. And she is significantly harder to beat than Matt. When I say "significantly", what I mean is "if it took you 2 days to beat Matt, it would take you TWO MONTHS to beat Lucía". That's the level I'm talking about. And no, I'm not exaggerating. Her difficulty is so extreme that even the Wii Sports wiki used to mention it at one point.

Matt is not the god of Wii Sports. He is not the supreme deity of Wuhu Island. That title belongs to LUCÍA. I CAN'T EXPLAIN IN WORDS HOW INFURIATING IT IS TO PLAY AGAINST HER, AGAIN AND AGAIN, AND SHE KEEPS WINNING!!! SHE'S SO FREAKING GOOD AT TABLE TENNIS IT MAKES ME ANGRY, I'M GOING TO THROW MY WIIMOTE OUT OF THE WINDOW, MATT HAS NOTHING ON HER, SHE HAUNTS MY NIGHTMARES--

Um, anyway...

Aside from being literally Satan, she's pretty cute! Look at her! Isn't she adorable?

Other random things: she's ambidextrous, Spanish, very good at cycling, and when you finally claw your way out of hell and manage to defeat her at table tennis, ending her reign of terror over the island, you unlock the ability to play using a hotel slipper as your racket. I think that's pretty neat.

In conclusion, vote for Lucía so that we can get a tieswiip, because that's what both she and Matt would want

ROUND 1B: MATT (Nintendo, Sports) vs LUCÍA (Nintendo, Sports)

man i genuinely feel bad they have the best friendship :( i think they would find this fun though

[crimsoncandy04]

(cutely nudges my new fic towards you as I play with my hair shyly)

I wanted to try writing some angst Tumblr Kun... I-I hope you like it!

(It's with Wanderer again. Because I'm literally just a fan girl 🥺)

(also reader gets pregnant again because I didn't have any ideas at the time of starting this)

Your hands shake as you fight the urge to sob. Both of your friends from the akademiya, Layla and Faruzan, are sitting across from you at the cafe with their eyes wide. You continue on with what you were trying to explain.

"so yeah. It's Hat Guy's baby...I don't know how I could tell him. Or if I even should. You know how he's... well...?" You look at Faruzan for support who just shakes her head as she crosses her arms.

"Kids these days!" *She grumbles*

"Never thinking logically and just acting carelessly!"

Layla tries to speak up.

"Madam Faruzan, don't you think you're being a little...?"

"A little WHAT? I'm not insulting her. I'm just trying to get her to understand the gravity of the situation!"

Faruzan gets up and takes your wrist. Pulling you along behind her as Layla tries to keep up. Faru sets off at a furious pace, yet she keeps going on.

"It's not just you who's affected by your decision! Now I'm not saying a woman in this era couldn't handle something like this on her own, but as long as you're one of MY students you'll do the right thing and at least TRY to get the help of the father so you can keep working towards your own future goals too! I don't want to see you leave the akademiya for something as ordinary as parenting when you've proven time and time again that you have extraordinary potential!"

She lets go of your wrist once you three reach the akademiya and pushes you lightly in the direction of one of the side doors.

"I know you're worried about how he'll react but you need someone to help you with this kid otherwise your scores will plummet and I'll lose my best student! Now go." Faruzan and Layla watched as you took a deep breath then left to go up towards the sanctuary of suristhana. Wanderer had briefly mentioned that he would be seeing Nahida today for personal issues he needed help resolving and so you were planning on catching him as he left. He might have been able to move faster than humans could blink but he still had to use the doors and as long as you timed it right, you could catch your favorite antisocial fling before he fled the scene. Lest he be subjected to possible social interactions with anyone aside from his usual preferred 4 or 5 individuals.

It took a few hours but sure enough you heard the doors open. Quickly leaping down from the place above them where you had been lurking, you land in front of Wanderer who immediately scoffs at you and crosses his arms.

"Above the door? I've seen better. If you're trying to scare me don't bother. I know when someone is an actual threat and you won't get the reaction you're seeking from me."

You feel yourself getting nauseous suddenly. Archons why were you so painfully nervous about this.

How should you tell him about your...baby?

Wanderer rolls his eyes and pushes past you.

"look I don't know why you're here. But if it doesn't concern me then I'll be on my way."

You don't think as you panic and blurt out the truth.

"WandererImpregnantwithyourbabyandididntknowhowelsetotellyousoicameheretotryandtellyoubeforeyouleftthecityagain!" You're left panting a little as you spew everything out at once. Your heart racing in your chest as you hope he believes you.

"Umm is this some kind of joke? Pregnant? Impossible. I'm not human. Is this you trying to get attention or something?"

Wanderer had whirled around to glare daggers at you now as his voice turned almost venomous.

"Don't lie to me. If you want something, just say it. I don't appreciate games like these."

You suddenly felt your throat tighten a little.

Oh please don't start crying now.

"No please listen to me! I'm not lying! I know two months isn't that long but recently I started feeling unwell so I went to the doctor and after some tests they told me I was pregnant. It's real. I even brought the results here jus-" I pull out the small folded paper from my dress pocket and Wanderer snatches it from me rudely. Quickly unfolding it and scanning it with his eyes. An irritated expression on his face.

"All this says is that you're pregnant. It doesn't say it's mine. How do I know this isn't just a way for you to try and pawn someone else's brat on me?"

His words felt like blades. Brutally wounding your very character.

Was he seriously suggesting that you were some kind of deadbeat slut who manipulated men for their finances? Who...baby trapped people!?

You could feel your sorrow turn burning hot as you silently seethed over the insinuated accusation.

"I know it's yours because I haven't slept with anyone else in several years."

"yeah right. How in the world am I supposed to believe that me, an artificial being, is suddenly somehow capable of creating life? It's absolutely preposterous and I refuse to be a part of whatever sick prank this is!" Wanderer turned and proceeded to try and leave but you desperately chased after him. You grabbed his arm and pleaded with him to trust you.

He immediately shook you off and kept going. His final words to you being

"I'll believe you if you somehow manage to find solid proof of your story. Otherwise I think it's best that you keep your distance from me for now."

"But Wanderer pl-"

"Save it. Don't humiliate yourself any further by continuing this nonsense."

You wanted to say more as you watched him quickly use his vision then to take to the skies and leave you behind in your tears and frustration.

How could he?

You quickly hurried away from the sanctuary then and back into the akademiya where Faruzan and Layla immediately rushed over and began to ask what happened when they saw your pained expression and watery eyes.

"He didn't believe me. In fact he kept insisting that I was trying to be deceptive and even insinuated that my child isn't his...I don't know what to do. Right now I just want to go home."

Layla was looking increasingly distressed as she watched you hug Faruzan and sob bitterly into her arms.

"Perhaps there's some way we could convince him? Y/N did you remember to show him the letter the doctor gave you?" Layla wondered anxiously. Her eyes showing just how tired this was all making her yet despite it all, she remained supportive of you as your friend.

You nodded.

"yeah he even read it. He said it didn't say it was HIS baby and he won't believe me unless I have concrete proof that it is. I don't know what to do now. I don't want to be a single mother but it appears that I have no choice. I don't... have enough mora for the other option right now..."

Faruzan suddenly took your hand at those words and began to yank you back towards the sanctuary.

"hey where are we going? He's not there anymore and even if he was, I really don't want to see him like this. The last thing I want right now is for him to know he got to me."

"We're not looking for that good for nothing! I've seen him come and go many times from the archon's home up here. If she knows him then perhaps she could talk some sense into him and make him at least listen to us before insulting you again!"

Your eyes widen.

"Wait Faru no! I don't want to get Lord Kusunali involved in such a petty squabble like this! It's almost inappropriate! I'm sure if I just give Wanderer a little time-"

"There is no time! You're almost done with your first trimester now and soon you'll be too tired for a confrontation and then he'll-"

You're all three stopped suddenly as a small voice cuts Faruzan off. You all freeze as you notice the tiny archoness standing before you all in front of the sanctuary.

She crosses her arms.

"it seems many of my people are experiencing conflicts suddenly. This is the second disagreement I've heard today, mind telling me what's going on? I hate seeing you all bicker like this. I may not understand everything that's upsetting you, but i will try my best to!"

The dendro archoness smiled sweetly at you all as she walked over and singled you out in particular.

"Like an abundant river overflowing onto a grassy bank, tears are often a way for people to express the bigger emotions that otherwise would go unsaid. It appears that much has overwhelmed you in particular today. Would you feel comfortable telling me what has upset you like this?" The little pale goddess stands before you and takes your hand as you struggle to even open your mouth. You kneel down in front of her.

She closes her eyes and for a few seconds is utterly silent. Then she suddenly looks at you with the most genuine expression of concern and also understanding.

"It seems you caught my helper on a bad day. This outburst is almost unlike him. At least regarding a topic like this. While I can't undo the harshness of his words and what bitter feelings they may have planted in your mind, I can promise you that I will try to speak to him about how he handled the news of your situation and encourage him to try and see things from your perspective."

You nodded your head and continued to stay silent as you felt a little relief in knowing that you had in fact nothing to be ashamed of regarding your angry tears towards Wanderer and his reaction.

You slowly rose to your feet after that and waited for Faruzan to finish talking with the archon next.

"I'm grateful for your help archon but please understand that that BULLY learning to acknowledge that others have feelings too isn't exactly going to help my student here when she's tired and struggling to balance two lives at once! He needs to take some responsibility here and help Y/N with their child so she doesn't have to sacrifice her ENTIRE life just to keep HIS offspring fed! That's hardly fair when he also is the reason this kid exists just as much as my friend here!"

Faruzan looked beyond pissed but was clearly trying to stay as respectful as she could. Layla could sense the tension now and was looking quite uncomfortable as she fidgeted nervously beside you.

Lord Kusunali seemed to be unbothered by Faruzan's anger and just responded normally.

"I understand your concerns. But I know the type of individual my helper is. Forcing him to be a part of Y/N's life when he isn't sure what he wants from this situation will only cause him to respond with more hostility and aggression. And in her condition, Y/N is in no place to endure such a person regardless of their connection with her and her baby." She explained.

Faruzan looked like she was going to burst a vessel as she immediately spat back.

"What about Y/N? When does SHE get a fair chance to decide what she wants from any of this? Time won't stop while that deadbeat struggles to comprehend the fact that he was a descendant! And if my friend has to endure this while being unprepared then so should he!"

Faruzan and Lord Kusunali went back and forth meanwhile Layla began to panic and even hyperventilated a little as she appeared to be on the verge of some kind of breakdown. Finally she seemed to snap but instead of spiraling out of control in some way, she grew oddly calm and collected as she went over and placed a gentle hand on Faruzan's shoulder.

"This stress isn't good for you Madam Faruzan. Let alone Y/N. Let's take a few minutes and think about what we can do here. Firstly, it seems that regardless if our archon agrees with you or not, that man is not going to be easily found. He often disappears for long periods of time from what I've heard from others in the past. This is very like him. Secondly, Y/N just needs help until her baby is old enough to attend their own classes at the akademiya and she can finally have some free time at the beginning of the day. I think as her friends, that helping her ourselves during this time will mean the world to her and even show her that she isn't alone in this." Layla spoke in a very soothing tone. Her demeanor is almost like another woman entirely. It bothers you only for a few seconds though as you realize she's trying to help you.

Faruzan goes quiet as if contemplating something then sighs as she apologizes to the archon and gives Layla a small nod.

"You're right. I suppose I did overreact a little there. But I'm just concerned about Y/N! I'll gladly help you and her as much as I can but I still can't allow that jerk to just wander free while our friend is forced to take full responsibility for a child she certainly didn't make herself!"

Faruzan waved goodbye to the archon as she motioned for me to follow her and Layla back down to the akademiya again for now.

"What if I told you I have an idea of how we could prove that Hat Guy is the father?" Layla mentioned as you three went to congregate in the library for more privacy.

You sat at a large table between your friends pretending to read so no one bothered you all as you listened to Layla's plan.

"It's going to take a bit of time to save up enough mora. But if we can pay for it, a paternity test is very much needed here to show Hat Guy that Y/N is being truthful here."

"And just how are we going to be able to get his DNA for that?"

"Easy, tomorrow we inform the archon of our idea. Then we ask her to tell him what we need. It's not like we're doing anything bad, once we explain to the archon that this test will show us if he's the genetic father or not, I'm sure Hat Guy won't mind doing it. He doesn't want this to be happening about as much as any of us do. He won't say no." Layla assured.

Faruzan didn't look convinced but seemed just as exhausted by then as you felt and agreed for the sake of agreeing.

After that you all made plans for how this new arrangement was going to work.

It would be a few years before any child of yours was old enough to attend school and until then both Layla and Faruzan had promised to support you and help you where Wanderer couldn't.

You really didn't want to see him any time soon after he insulted you and called you a liar so in short you took up the offer to stay with Faruzan and Layla at her house until you could find more time to learn to balance work, school, and being a mother.

After that you went back to your small and crappy home to say one last goodbye as you and Faruzan went to gather your things and move you in with her.

You never really liked your place. It was all that was left by the time you arrived in Sumeru for school and so you couldn't afford to be picky and bought it. Maybe in the future, when you were able to hire someone and your child was older, you could move back here and perhaps renovate it and make it better. But for now you were happy to be living in the rather nice home of your friend.

The next day arrived faster than you expected and despite wanting to go with Faruzan and Layla to see the archon again and tell her about what you planned to do to resolve this situation, you felt more tired than usual today and opted to stay back instead and rest. Layla offered to stay with you and at first you refused but Faruzan said it would be better since she wanted to personally apologize in a more heartfelt way for getting upset with Lord Kusunali yesterday. And so she went alone while you and Layla remained at home both taking well deserved naps.

***TIME SKIP***

It took a few days for Wanderer to finally make an appearance and a few more days before he finally gave word to Lord Kusunali that whenever you all needed him, he'd allow you to collect a DNA sample from him.

By the time you were able to get everything together and mailed off, you were finally into the beginning stages of your second trimester and were starting to show a little at last.

Most of your clothes were getting uncomfortable at that point so you went out and bought some comfy sundresses and flowy clothes instead. After all, you would be outdoors in the future chasing after a small child, you would need the leg room to hurry after them. And stuff like this just looked cute regardless so you could wear them in public too!

Everything seemed to be going okay until you ran into the last person you wanted to see while out shopping, Wanderer.

He stared at you with a dismissive look in his eyes as he stood across the street helping Traveler of all people with what appeared to be some kind of errand.

You quickly tried to hurry away but Aether spotted you and immediately rushed over to say hi.

"Y/N! I haven't seen you in so long! Are you doing okay?" He wondered as he pulled you into a big hug and then smiled kindly at you as he set you back down and took notice of your appearance.

"oh wow you look so pretty in this gown! You should consider bright colors more often in the future. They compliment you so well!" You couldn't help but notice a small hint of color on your friend's face as he quickly looked you over and tried to hide it.

How cute. He still had a crush didn't he? As awkward as it felt you did feel a little flattered by the attention since you hadn't been feeling as hot lately due to gaining more weight and sleeping more.

"Yeah it's new. I bought a few more in other colors too but I liked this one the most and wanted to wear it out today. So you really like it?" You asked. Trying to ignore the withering look Wanderer was shooting at you from behind Aether.

The hell was his problem suddenly?

Aether quickly nodded.

"yes a lot actually. You just look really good in it. Any reason for the sudden wardrobe change though? It's unlike you to wear stuff like this." He suddenly asked as he seemed to finally set his large golden eyes on the small swell of your belly.

"oh my...Y/N are you?" Aether's expression suddenly became stunned but he reached out to touch your belly anyway.

You allowed this as you desperately try to explain but keep things vague.

"yes. I'm pregnant. Not extremely far along yet but I'm about 4 months now. I'm kinda fat so that's why I'm clothes shopping today."

"Who's the father?"

The forbidden question at long last. You could practically feel Wanderer mentally daring you to say his name.

You didn't want to see him today nor give him the satisfaction of seeing you be so negatively affected by his presence like this. But you also didn't wanna make Aether feel like his friend was in the wrong here. And so you just lied.

"He left Sumeru. I actually don't like talking about it. It's a wound that will probably never truly heal but I'm managing alright on my own thanks to Faruzan and Layla's help."

"You're staying with friends? Well that's good. I'd hate to hear that you're all alone like this. So at least you have them right?" Aether asked cheerfully. Clearly noticing that the vibe was weird between the two people around him but choosing to ignore it for now.

"definitely. In fact I'll be living in the same house as them for convenience. Probably until my child is at least 5 or 6 and they can go to school during the day and give me time to pick up my life again after that."

"So you have a plan already? Wow you're so good at this Y/N. Who knew you'd turn out to be such a great mom?" Aether complimented as you saw Wanderer let out a frustrated huff and cross his arms impatiently.

Aether took the hint.

"Well sorry Y/N, we should get going now. We have to deliver some stuff to this old man outside the city. I'll try to see you later though. Get back safe please!" He called out as he hurried away. Wanderer gave you a strange look you've never seen on him before but ultimately he just brushed you off again as he followed after Aether.

You just went back home after that.

Faruzan was extremely upset over the fact that Wanderer was apparently giving you dirty looks in public and trying to run your friend off like you were some terrible woman. She said it was cruel to be acting this way toward you when you hadn't been proven guilty of doing anything deserving of it.

You just told her to forget about it. Because at this point you didn't even really see him the same and even after you were proven to be an honest woman when the results came in.

You really didn't want him around.

***Time Skip***

It took almost 6 weeks before the results of the paternity test arrived in the mail. By then you were just about six months pregnant and unable to stand for long most days. So naturally you just told Faruzan to wait until she met up with Wanderer and Lord Kusunali before opening the letter lest Wanderer claim they were forged or something else awful.

You would be staying with Layla again until Faruzan got back later with the news.

Honestly you just wanted to sleep. This entire thing with Wanderer had kept you worried for so long. Mostly because you didn't want him to really be around you much afterwards.

He wasn't the same person you had had spontaneous and passionate flings with anymore. This Wanderer was really cruel to you and often unfair.

It was a side of him that you really didn't want to have to live with or even be around. In fact you almost dreaded him knowing the truth now.

Would he want to be close to you again?

You didn't really want someone who thought so lowly of you to touch you if you were honest with yourself.

You didn't want to have to be in the same room with him constantly complaining or snapping at you while you were meant to be bonding with your baby.

You were a little excited about being a mother these days too. You had picked out a name and even sang to your unborn now and then before you fell asleep so they would sleep too.

They liked your voice it seemed.

And the idea of growing a tiny person inside of your tummy had finally seemed a little less scary to you as you reminded yourself that you, in the end, were just as much a part of the tiny infant inside as the other person you slept with was.

You went to lay down in your bed and relax for a bit like usual. Expecting sleep to hit eventually like it usually did when you were too worried to do much else.

However this time

Peace never came

Instead after a few minutes of trying to steady your breathing and find a comfortable position to lie down in, suddenly out of nowhere

A sharp stabbing pain was felt in your lower back. It felt like a jolt of fire. One that quickly dulled yet came back again within the hour slightly worse.

You tried to get up to go get some pain medicine yet as you stood up the pain seemed to surge through you and radiate throughout your entire lower abdomen like period cramps that had come straight from the fucking abyss and were attempting to kill you.

Oh no

No no no

Please no

You barely had time to collapse to your knees on the ground before more pain came.

"LAYLA!!!" You shriek at the top of your lungs as you swear you feel something wet between your legs.

You hear footsteps racing towards your bedroom before a terrified looking Layla hurries in and freezes up as she sees you kneeling on the floor in a puddle of your own fluids. Your water had broken WAY earlier and faster than expected.

And Layla didn't know what to do.

"What happened!? Oh my! Should I get a doctor? No! A towel? I don't know what I shou-" Layla seemed to suddenly stumble in front of you. She caught the doorframe halfway through her near collapse and within seconds you seemed to be looking into the eyes of that other version of Layla that you had glimpsed a few months ago.

She immediately went over and grabbed the blanket from your bed and wrapped it around your shoulders as she helped you to your feet and told you to try and walk for as long as you could.

You were going to a hospital.

***Time Skip***

You disassociated as Layla hurried you along the back streets of Sumeru City to the closest medical clinic. Immediately upon seeing you in your state, several nurses rushed over and helped you into one of the beds before setting to work.

It took many hours.

But eventually after being given some medicine and a midwife who seemed to have experience in premature deliveries, you were able to give birth to a tiny baby boy. You weren't given an opportunity to hold him as he was immediately taken somewhere else to be given support as he was barely able to cry on his own and seemed so terribly small and fragile.

Too fragile.

That was what the issue was.

You were cleaned up and given time to rest as you heard a doctor explaining to Layla close by that you would survive and premature deliveries induced by stress were not uncommon but terribly unfortunate. Comforting words for everyone else.

But not for you.

You had terrible nightmares about your son not making it. His poor little heart just not being strong enough to withstand the horrible world around him and giving up before it even truly started.

It was unfair.

Everything about this pregnancy was unfair.

But eventually as you would awaken later, you would be greeted with news that you had expected.

But still tore you apart inside nonetheless.

The doctor from before would greet you upon awakening from your painful slumber. His face grim as the words left his lips.

Your son couldn't make it.

You couldn't hear anything after that.

A loud ringing filled your ears and didn't stop no matter what you did or said.

Only one thought remained in your mind.

You didn't even get to hold him.

***Time Skip***

Two weeks went by after that.

You learned a lot of things then.

Faruzan had informed Wanderer of the positive test results.

He had said nothing at first upon realizing his mistake and just kinda left the sanctuary to be by himself for a while presumably.

Faruzan and Lord Kusunali had learned of your premature delivery when the dendro archoness had been summoned in a hurry to try and help a newborn who had apparently been birthed under stressful/sudden circumstances and was suffering from a weakened and underdeveloped heart.

Lord Kusunali had been present as your son was regrettably pronounced dead within the hour.

No one had heard from Wanderer since it was revealed without a doubt that he had been the father.

Faruzan doubted he even cared that it had passed.

Or that you were clearly mentally unwell after the incident.

Everyone who entered your room said the same thing.

You would just stare at the ceiling and say nothing.

All day.

Everyday.

It took someone else interfering to keep you bathed and fed. Because as far as anyone else could tell, you had just given up on everything and resigned to your bed for the foreseeable future.

In fact you hardly even remember ever moving from your hospital bed to your own bed back at the house. It just seemed to happen and one day you noticed.

You remember Wanderer visiting you at some point too. But you couldn't find the energy to say anything to him. Your mouth wouldn't move to form the words no matter how many times he seemed to return and try to coax you into some food or a conversation with him.

He would end up just sitting there in the room with you. Saying nothing for hours until Faruzan usually kicked him out finally.

You felt trapped in your own body. Unable to move or speak. You simply... couldn't find a reason why.

So you didn't.

Eventually it started feeling like you had forgotten how entirely.

Life seemed repetitive and pointless.

And it didn't help that sometimes when you were completely alone, you could hear what sounded like a baby's laughter coming from somewhere around you where you couldn't see.

You often wondered if it was your baby.

Was he happy now?

Did he miss his momma's voice?

You would sing to him again if you could. But you didn't know where he was.

Maybe he was with your grandmother and grandfather somewhere.

Was that why he sounded so happy?

Were they watching over him for you?

Keeping him safe and telling him how much you still loved him?

You didn't even realize you were walking on your own feet again at first. You just felt the floor beneath them as you got up from your bed and wandered away from the window.

***Time Break***

(Wanderer's POV)

He hated himself.

He knew without a doubt as he had watched the life vanish from your eyes that day that it had been entirely all HIS fault all of this happened.

He just couldn't believe it at first.

And he reacted in a way that he would live to regret every day afterwards.

But there was nothing he could do.

What was done could never be undone now.

And Wanderer had experience when accepting truths like this.

Because in a way he had killed you that day too.

Months came and went.

He tried every damn day to visit you once you were home.

He would spend the rest of your lives trying to atone for what he had done. Yet he knew nothing would fix it.

Nothing would fix...you.

Wanderer would try to make small meals he remembered that you enjoyed and bring them to you.

He'd keep your space clean for you and even try to talk to you daily.

But you never answered him.

No.

The woman who sat before him was truly just a ghost of the girl he once fell for. The same girl who he had done wrong by again and again and again.

All because HE was an unworthy and vile being who never deserved such affection. Because HE had failed to handle such a gift from possibly fate itself with care.

And of course.

It had all been taken from him.

It was all he could do to stay by your side at that point and mourn the idea of what he could have had.

A family of his own.

A sweet and caring partner who trusted him.

A son.

His son.

Who he had denied every chance he got.

He truly was such a foolish being.

He deserved this fate.

And much more.

He'd never deny this.

In fact the day Wanderer came over one day to find you upon the floor. Laying colder than the wood beneath your discarded body, he was deeply hurt by this discovery.

But he knew this was the punishment he deserved.

You had taken your life because he had made this one unworth living for you.

He deserved to hold your icy corpse in his arms as a reminder of his transgressions.

At least now you were somewhere smiling again.

Because surely a gentle spirit like you, had a beautiful afterlife awaiting her.

He wouldn't ruin that for you too.

Which is why despite what he truly wanted the day he watched you be put into the earth from afar, he vowed to stay alive for as long as possible.

He would willingly carry this sin on his shoulders along with the many others before it as a permanent reminder

That he would never be human.

And he DIDN'T deserve to be.

[sabotage-on-mercury]

I can't believe you are still in the good omens fandom after everything that happened. I really thought you were better than this. Seriously you always seemed so smart and empathetic and now this? Or are you just ignorant to what happened? Really disappointing.

I probably should ignore stupid asks, but there are lots of people like you with the complex thinking skills of an amoeba, that come into people's asks, and it's your lucky day that I'm in prickly mood, so congrats you get your answer.

First of all, who the fuck do you think you are coming at me, a person you do not know, like that and allow yourself any kind of moral superiority? Are you really playing the fucking tumblr police?

What is your intention anyway? Are you really that far up your own pretentious ass to assume that I feel any kind of obligation towards you, a person that never contributed to my life in any positive way?

Also, when you feel disappointed by anything I do or don't do, that's 100% a You-problem. Breaking news, you rotten piece of bread, I don't give a flying fuck about what some rando thinks about me. Words to the wise, if the behaviour of a total stranger on the internet has this effect on you, it's a good indicator for you to put your phone away, get outside and touch some grass.

I don't owe your whiny ass any kind of explanation or even justification but you know, I feel generous today ✌🏻 There are enough brilliant, well written posts about participating in fandom after the Gaiman allegations came out (which was like idk last spring btw.)

To break it down to the basics: Neil Gaiman co-wrote the Good Omens book (and no, there is no denial that he wrote it, however little part it might that have been) and was involved with the TV show.

But - and now better take a seat - fandom is not the same as the book/TV show. Mindblowing, I know! What we do in this fandom with these characters is our own work, our own creation. Neil Gaiman is not involved in this process, nor does he profit from it. It is possible to access the original work without supporting him, financially or morally.

I can acknowledge that he is a horrible person, I do support the victims and at the same time I can find comfort among the creative, reflected, and empathetic people of this fandom, which NG isn't part of!

(On a personal note: I 100% stand with the victims, and I hope NG will die in jail. If a proper investigation leads to a cancellation of Good Omens, so be it. Maybe that's what should have happened anyway.)

As key words for you to broaden your horizon , I suggest "separating art from artist" and "dialectic thinking".

And finally, a warm suggestion: Just block me. I couldn't be bothered about who unfollows or blocks me anyway, but if your online experience is more positive without my presence on your dash, feel free to let go. 🫶

I'm gonna look at some good omens fanart now.

[lurkingshan]

Following the latest spicy happenings, I just wanted to share again my own perspective on fandom etiquette and tumblr interaction for folks who follow or engage with me on here. I've been clear about my boundaries here, and people who choose not to respect that get what they get. I tend to write with a clear perspective and let my words speak for themselves, and while I love to discuss and even have friendly disagreements, I don’t bother responding to folks who are clearly not engaging in good faith. I block when it rises to the level of blatant rudeness or when someone is developing an unhealthy fixation.

That said, there’s really no need to be dramatic about getting blocked on tumblr. Blocking doesn't mean anything except that you don't want to engage with a person or their content anymore, for any number of reasons that are all perfectly fine and valid, because this is your curated space. It doesn't make us sworn enemies. We're all just internet strangers and no one owes you their time and attention.

If you couldn't tell, I am a fandom old. I've been in and around various fandoms, on tumblr and in lots of other online spaces, for multiple decades. I used to dwell in Western fandom spaces in the era when TV and book series were much, much longer and people had flame wars and knock down, drag out fights over canon interpretations that lasted for literal years. In comparison, today's version of fandom bickering is much milder, and extreme sensitivity about even the gentlest of critical analysis is just silly to me. In terms the youths will understand: some of y’all wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me.

I’m not here to be popular with everyone (that’s not possible nor a healthy goal). I’m here to write about the things I care about and connect with other folks who also enjoy discussing those things in a similar or complementary fashion. If that’s not you, and you want to unfollow or block to protect your peace, that’s completely fine and I’m not holding a grudge.

So let me be clear. Once I've blocked or been blocked by someone, I am not bothered about what they're saying or doing. I'm not squatting on their blog on the web to read their posts. I'm not asking friends to keep tabs on their commentary so I can respond to it. I'm not creating side blogs or burner accounts to slyly continue following them. I'm not going on anon to send them mean asks. All of that is weirdo behavior and deeply disrespectful of a boundary that’s been set. Once I've blocked you, or you've blocked me, I am just not thinking about you at all.

[lovelybee666]

Hihi! Can you do dogday x Reader, Like where the reader is very stressed and just upset?? Have a nice day/night!!

Autor's note: I'm sorry for the delay, I couldn't finish your request sooner because Tumblr didn't notified me >_< Also I wasn't sure if you wanted it romantic or platonic but I decided to make it platonic, sorry if that bothers you :<

DOGDAY X STRESSED AND UPSET READER

DOGDAY

• Today was an exhausting day, Hoppy made you jump with her, Crafty kept using you like a slave so you could pass her brushes and colors, Bobby hugged you too hard and almost killed you and Kickin made you play with him without resting for god knows how long.

• You were stressed, upset and tired, everyone forced you to do things you didn't want to do and your body felt like noodles, if someone else spoke to you right now you are—

"hey Y/N!"

• you must be kidding...

"You want to play with Bubba at- huh, what's going on? You look just as tired as someone who hasn't slept for eighteen days"

• one of your closest friends, Dogday, was looking at your face of complete exhaustion and annoyance

"... i'm fine"

• you tried to sound cheerful but you sounded even worse

"Don't lie Y/N, I know when a friend is tired and your face says exactly that"

• After a few seconds you let out a long sigh.

"almost everyone forced me to do things I didn't want to do, I've been walking from one place to another all day and HUGH! IT ANNOYS ME THAT OTHERS DON'T CARE ABOUT MY OPINION!!"

• You sounded more and more upset, Dogday hugged you while gently giving you a small massage on your back

"Mhm...I understand, do you want to hang out at my house? We could watch a series or vent to me, I don't mind!"

Dogday broke away from the hug and smiled as he put his hands on his chains.

"Tomorrow I can talk to the guys about it, for now you could relax"

• You nodded and you were both at Dogday's house watching drama series and eating vanilla ice cream.

~ B O N U S ~

"....umm....Dogday...?"

• yup, Bubba was like almost three hours waiting for Dogday who forgot to tell Bubba that they should play another time

I'm not at all good at doing these kinds of things but I hope you like it😿

[littlemissvincentvega]

Hii could u write a part 2 to the morning wood hopper fic? Maybe hopper accidentally bumps into the reader at a bar and he takes her home and Yk… 😏

MORNING WOOD pt. 2 / a perv!hopper one shot

PART 1

a/n: OMG i finally wrote something and it is the part 2!!! i'm going to do part 3 soon (might start writing it tonight) it will most likely be the finale of this little miniseries thing with hopper. but i had so much fun writing this and i hope y'all enjoy ♥ also also i'm in the process of setting up the tumblr tips thing bc i am Poor and somebody asked me about it aaaages ago :) thanks @nonsensecynical for the request and the inspiration for doing the part 2!!

18+ explicit content / perv! jim hopper x fem!reader

cw: alcohol, smoking, sexual themes, general perviness

Wisps of smoke left his nose like an angry bull. He tapped the cigarette on the edge of the ashtray in front of him, watching as the ash fell into it. It had started out clean and empty, but since Jim arrived a small pile of cigarette butts had accumulated there. He nursed his (sixth? seventh?) drink, focused on the melting ice cubes that swirled around the glass.

"Need a drinking partner?"

Hopper looked up from the bar, his eyes widening a little when he saw it was you. Of course it was. He'd jacked off to the thought of you that very morning, so why the hell wouldn't he have to deal with speaking to you as if he hadn't just mentally fucked you into next week? "What?"

You snickered slightly and shifted to sit beside him at the bar. Unbeknownst to Jim, you were already a couple of drinks in, which was why you were so calm about approaching him. You'd considered this a few times before after seeing him drink his problems away, but today was the day you grew a pair, for some reason. "Are you having another drink?"

"Probably," came his mumbled response. He looked at you, "Why?"

You pretended not to notice his gaze drop briefly to your breasts and gave him a coy smile. "I'll get your next one. You look like you need a drinking partner. You're always in here by yourself."

"(y/n), I couldn't ask you to do that," Jim said, sitting up to look at you properly. Why was a young, beautiful thing like you bothering to speak to him? He arched his brows. "By myself--? That's by choice, not because I don't have friends, you know."

"You didn't ask me, I offered. I'm buying the Chief of Police a drink. Least I can do for you doing your duty," you grinned, ignoring his further comments. He closed his eyes in annoyance, sighed through his nose and begrudgingly agreed.

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"Let me give you a ride home," Hopper told you an hour or so later, sliding the empty glasses toward the barkeep. "Least I can do after you bought me a single drink."

You grinned upon seeing a smile twitch on his usually stoic face, then slid on your coat. "I didn't tell you to pay for my other drinks. I just... let you do it. It's fine, I'll drive myself home."

"No, no-- not happening." He was already ushering you out, a large hand hovering near your lower back. The bitterly cold air of the evening woke you up slightly, and you grimaced at the change in temperature. "I'll hafta arrest you for drink-driving. Wouldn't want that."

Being slightly merry, you bit your lip into a smile of mischief and eyed him. "Would that involve you putting me in handcuffs?"

That kinky little shit. I knew it. Hopper stared at you for a few moments, then continued to whisk you to his truck. "Yes."

Jim helped you into the passenger side of the truck, closed the door for you and then made his way to the driver's seat. He cleared his throat and glanced your way. You had slid your coat down your shoulders just a little to allow the cold air around your breasts. And yes, he could see your nipples trying to poke through the fabric of your shirt. Dark gaze lingered on them for a moment before he cleared his throat again and switched on the engine. "Thanks, uh, for keepin' me company tonight," he mumbled.

"Oh-- don't mention it. It's nice to not drink by myself for once."

"You there a lot?" he queried, taking a look behind before reversing out of the parking spot.

"Mm, sometimes," you hummed, popping the cap off of your lipstick and topping it up in the mirror. Hopper wished you wouldn't do that. It was making his mind go to places, places it had been that same morning. Making him think about how beautiful you'd look with those beautiful plump lips wrapped around his cock, pumping and sucking...

And then you broke his trance with a question. "Should you even be driving?"

"What?"

You returned the lid to your lipstick and put it in your handbag. "You're technically drink-driving, Chief."

God. Stop calling me that. He glanced your way, a gentle smirk tugging at his lips. "What'd you just call me?"

Brows arched, you stared at him and tried to ignore the pulsing between your thighs. After a short pause, you answered him, albeit a little quieter. "Chief."

"Exactly. I'm the Chief of Police, I can do what I want." And what I want is to fuck your brains out.

You simply rolled your eyes and chuckled a little, opting to look out of the window. Jim took that opportunity to steal a few glances at your body, the way your skirt perfectly hugged your hips, how the low-cut top showed off your delicious breasts. How he'd like to grab them, knead them, suckle on your perfect little nipples. He swallowed thickly, making an attempt to ignore his twitching cock. No, not twitching-- it was throbbing.

When you turned to look for any packs of cigarettes Jim had laying around his car, it wasn't difficult to see what he was trying to hide. It only made your core ache more for him, and from what you could see, he was big. You diverted your gaze from it quickly, locating the cigarettes, and sparked up. The first exhale definitely helped to calm you down, but it was barely a distraction from how sopping wet you felt.

The rest of the ride was quiet, almost awkward considering how you were both feeling (unbeknownst to each other), but Hopper broke the silence when he pulled into the trailer park. "Which number are you again?" he mumbled. He knew the number.

"Right there." You pointed at your trailer, which was painted light blue (a DIY job Eddie Munson had helped you with, much to Steve's dismay).

Hopper pulled up at the side of your home, hands resting in his lap to conceal what was going on down there. A small smile was given to you. "Home sweet home."

You noticed that he didn't turn off the engine, which was a slightly disheartening, but your horny little brain had other plans. One hand rested on the door handle and you looked across to him, eyebrows raised. "Aren't you gonna walk me to my door?"

Oh, God, why? He looked mildly annoyed, staring at you silently for a moment. "The free ride home not enough?"

"Nope." You flashed him a grin.

Rolling his eyes, Jim switched off the engine and exited the car. In his mind, he was hoping his erection had subsided a little, but he knew full well it wasn't going away until he took care of it. All he had to do was pray you didn't notice. "Alright," he helped you down from the truck, savouring every moment his hands touched your body, "five more steps and you're home safe."

"Huh, chivalry isn't dead, after all," you joked, walking with him to your porch. You fumbled to grab your keys and began to unlock the door.

"Sure," he cracked a small smile again. You were sweet-- he found you to have a decent sense of humour, too. "Uh, thanks again for keepin' me company."

You removed the key and opened the door, looking up at him. "You're welcome. Do you want to come inside for a bit?"

For a moment, Jim's eyes widened and he fell silent. He looked inside, then back to you. "No, I should get goin'. Got stuff to do."

"What stuff?" You held his gaze, subtly ran your tongue along your upper lip.

"Y'know-- laundry. Got some, uh, dirty dishes--"

But he was cut off. Your hand, much smaller than his, had found the outline of his erection, and you were gently rubbing it through his work-slacks. "What else?" you breathed, watching the poor man try to catch his breath.

He swallowed thickly, all too aware of how heavy he was breathing. Gaze dropped to watch your hand, then slowly rose to capture all of the beauty your body held. His eyes finally met yours again. "Gotta take a shower... maybe it can wait..." Without warning, he pushed you inside and slammed the door behind you both, shoving you against the nearest wall. It made the framed photos there shake, but Hopper didn't care. You squealed with surprise-- his cock rubbed against you as his lips met yours, all hunger and pent-up frustration and passion. He groaned against your lips, only pulling away after a few seconds to catch his breath and look at you. Yes, it was clear. You both wanted the same thing.

-

PART 3 COMING SOON!

[jonathan-cranes-mistress-of-fear]

Thoughts on Scriddler?

This is gonna be a long one, so buckle up...

Firstly, you gotta understand that all that follows is a recollection of the fandom over the years, since 2015 to be exact. Speaking stickily Jonathan Crane fandom, Scriddler has always been the most popular ship for Scarecrow. I couldn't give ya a beginning to this, as even back then I found years old art for Scriddler circulating. Though, tumblr as a social media is where it blossomed.

When I first started this blog, I had my OC to develop and I was very self conscious and unknowingly putting myself through trauma via art school and a lack of disability accessibility. Not gonna get into that, but I was very vulnerable as well as impressionable.

I did NOT like Scriddler, almost detested it. It seemed like it was everywhere, and this was before tumblr had a decent way of blocking. Not that it would have helped, because for some reason i liked suffering. Felt like I deserved to be depressed. Took me a long time to realize blocking content actually made life better aslhkds

Anyways, even early on I had a lot of support, people wanted to know about my OC and cared, but I always felt like I played second fiddle to the holy of holy, Scriddler. And if you've read any of my recent posts, you know I've come to accept that just how it is with OCs. But that doesn't mean I didn't get my fair share of anon hate, suicide threats, etc. The fandom was not always welcoming. Or perhaps there was just a minority who loved to abuse the anon function. (if you think there's a lot of drama today, you were not there when it was bad)

It took me a LONG time to grow to like Scriddler. I used to feel like they had very little in common, and it bothered me that most of the art was majorly sexual. That's a whole 'nother can of worms, but ya know. I don't hate Scriddler today, which should be obvious seeing as I reblog it now. Though, I like Hattercrow a tad more.

A lot of this was my own internal issues, though the fandoms penchant to take two males who never interact and ship them, suffice to say is alive and strong. Nicely enough however, there has been more "Scriddler" like content from comics. (I say this loosely, but they do interact quite a bite more than they did ten years ago)

Scriddler, and to a lesser, Hattercrow, is a ship you either love or hate. Except me. I kinda fall in the middle. Though I feel it's worth mentioning that Scarecrow has had his fair share of female/female presenting ships too, and as much as I hate to say it, they're generally disliked by the greater fandom. (or simply ignored) We all know why. I've mentioned this before. :/ and I've had close friends give up on their ships because of it. Just like me. I gave up. I hat admitting that, but I can't compete with Scriddler.

I wish there was a way to change that, but I wouldn't know were to start. That's why I try to support OCs for example, someones gotta do it. I can't let another person go through what I went though.

TL;DR: Sciddler is not a bad ship, I don't dislike it anymore, but don't think I'm not silently side eyeing the loud minority who shit on anyone for even thinking Jonathan could love a woman. Ya know, despite canon only showing evidence for that.

[wlwprker]

my heart is yours-tom!peter parker x reader

a/n: i wrote this on my old tumblr for someone else but i’m making it Peter Parker and reuploading it !

warnings: minimal proofreading, use of bold and italics, sorry for grammar and/or spelling mistakes!

wc: 787

You were a pretty calm person, but there were those rare moments that crept into your life where you found it extremely difficult to stay relaxed and it bothered you that you couldn't just stay...calm. You always felt like such a burden to others when those overwhelming moments ruined your days, nights, and weeks, but your boyfriend didn't care if you were sad or angry, he will always love you and you are so thankful to have been blessed with the gift that is Peter Parker (AKA the one and only Spiderman), who you get to call yours. He patrols the city at night and is sometimes taken away on missions, but that doesn't make you upset or too lonely because you know that he always has a home with you.

Today was one of those days where you couldn't stay chilled out and you tried everything to stop your overwhelming thoughts from crashing into you like a freight train and all you kept trying to do was to keep your emotions at bay because the last thing you wanted to do was disrupt Peter on one of his rare off days from his patrolling duties but he notices every little thing you do. Peter sat down next to you on the couch in your shared apartment and he motioned for you to lie down in his lap because he adored looking down at you and basking in the warmth of you.

When you look at him with those eyes that hold so much affection behind them, he feels as if he's falling all over again, and he doesn't want to stop falling.

"Baby, what's running through that pretty little mind of yours?" Peter rubbed his hands soothingly up and down your shoulders as you looked up at him in adoration and he smiled as he placed a loving kiss to your forehead and you swore that you felt like a teenager in love, you were never the type of person to believe in clichés but when he looks at you like there's nothing more important in the world, you felt as if you were floating and you had no intention of wanting to come back down to Earth. You smiled to yourself at the fact he was always so loving and caring and if he ever sensed that there was something wrong, he would drop everything for you. You always have to convince him when he's away on missions that his Spiderman duties are important but if you didn't keep reminding him of that, he would move mountains just to see you smile.

"I'm just having one of those days, Peter", you say as you sit up from his lap and Peter whines at the loss of contact, but you scoot closer to him on the couch, and he wraps an arm protectively around you. He hums in content, and you lean your head on his shoulder, and you can feel his heart beating, only for you.

"I love you so much, my love", Peter says in such a sweet tone that you swore you physically felt your heart beat faster for him, if that was even possible. You place a sweet kiss on his lips and he smiles into the kiss and you pull away slowly and this boy can't stop staring at you because he is so lucky that you love him this much. You have kissed Peter so many times but every single kiss that you share feels like you're sharing a kiss with the prince in those fairytales you grew up reading, he is your happy ending. You find one of his hands and bring it close to you and you start to trace the lines on his palm as you feel him rub his hands down your arms.

"I like tracing the lines in your palm, it's...distracting", you say as you plant gentle kisses on the lines in Peter's palm and you can feel him staring at you as you continue to trace the lines in his palm that fits into your hands like a glove and you stare up at him and he is looking at you with the most loving stare in the entire world.

"You are a dream come true. I'm going to ask for your hand in marriage, what do you think about that?" Peter kissed your nose and you sighed happily. You are so in love with this brown eyed beauty and you never want it to stop.

"That sounds perfect, Pete" you felt yourself start to drift off into the world of dreams, but your dreams were insignificant because all you ever dreamed about was holding you close on the couch, and everything felt okay again.

[anadiluna]

Serenity.

Bada Lee X fem reader.

Reader is the only female member of bts lol

Warnings: angst, fluff as hell, reader is problematic, drug use?¿

It's my first time posting on tumblr so I don't know how to write these warnings or whatever. I'm struggling to find where the hell I should put the title😭.

I looked so serene, my sleep figure rested on Bada's body, my face buried into her neck, she had her arms wrapped around me, her chin resting on the top of my head, eyes closed and a small smile on her lips, she also looked serene, I admired the picture for some moments, all kinds of good emotions twirling on my chest until something caught my attention, one of my arms rested on her waist and my hand was tugging the fabric of her hoodie as if I was scared that she would escape, I didn't remember doing that when I was woke.

Memories from my past relationship, fights about how emotionally dependent I was, his face contorting in a disgusted frown when I hugged him, suddenly my world was falling apart.

How could I be so desperate to be in her arms? A sense of shame hit my heart and my mind, the realization of everyone probably knowing that I loved her differently made me feel so ashamed, not because she is a woman, I would never feel ashamed of that, just being perceived as someone vulnerable was enough for me.

Moments traveled through my mind, I've been so clingy with her through the last months, I laughed too much, I hugged her too much, I showed all the feelings I wanted to show and didn't even realize, although she never rejected me or said anything bad, but rather happily accepted all of that, I couldn't let go of the feeling that I was probably suffocating her like this, I felt so bad, she probably felt disgusted just like him, right? She didn't say anything about it to not hurt me, she didn't say anything because she felt sorry for the girl who doesn't have anyone besides her members. I felt so disgusted with myself, I just wanted to bury myself alive so I could never bother her again.

The days went by and the rejection feeling I planted on my chest only grew, every time I was around her the feeling of wanting to be in her arms and hug her was terribly strong, but the shame I felt was bigger, and even when she hugged me I couldn't put my hands over hers like I always did.

"Why are you not hugging me anymore?", she said hugging me and leaning her head on my shoulders as we left the practice studio, her voice sounded hurt, but my mind wouldn't let me believe she was hurt.

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"Aren't you coming anymore?", she said over the phone, the background sounded noisy, and I could hear Lusher screaming a song in the karaoke room.

"I have to finish a song today, I'm sorry...", I wanted to be there, but I don't know, her friends are probably over me as much as she is.

"Okay, I think... good luck! Good night Harinnie.", she said sweetly but from her voice I could feel that she was quite hurt, again.

My mind was a mess, even if I knew that she was hurt by my actions I also thought she couldn't bear looking at my face.

"Good night.", I said turning off the call.

I looked beside my bed and saw the jar of pills prescribed by the psychiatrist, took more than I could in my hands, and chugged down with water hoping to sleep as fast as possible so I wouldn't have to deal with my emotions.

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"I have a deadline for a son..." Haerin tried to lie but she was cut before she could finish her sentence.

"HAERIN!", the smaller girl flinched at Bada's scream. "I'm sorry", Bada said touching her arm, Bada's voice echoed in her head, her sight was blurry, and she was completely drugged as a result of the pills she had been eating like candy every day for the last 3 weeks.

"Tell me what is happening, please.", Bada begged, her voice was sweet but hurt, the usual from the last days. "I cannot pretend everything's fine, you've been acting so different and...", she was teary-eyed and said her words in a choke. "You're hurting me", she sighned lowering her head, she didn't know what to do anymore, it seemed like suddenly Haerin didn't care about anything or anyone, she didn't talk or eat, she just followed her instructions like a robot, not showing any emotion. Bada had seen Haerin going through her ups and downs in their years of friendship, but nothing looked like this, her heart was scrunching and she felt like she lost Haerin forever, she was desperate to take her back to life.

Haerin did not know what to do, she didn't feel guilt or any sense of empathy, she just didn't feel anything.

"When I look at you, I can't even recognize your eyes...", Haerin's eyes normally had the prettiest sparkle looked opaque, the bags under her eyes were in a weird red tone, realization hit Bada, she remembered the fight she overhead one day, where Namjoon was screaming at Haerin for taking more pills than she should. She could almost hear Namjoon's angry statement.

"Look at you, you don't even look like yourself.".

Bada got up and took Haerin's bag, the girl was too slow to react, as expected. She found the guilty, a jar of medicine almost empty.

"That's what you've been doing? That's why you're acting like that, right?", Bada almost screamed, anger and sadness filling her heart at the thought of Haerin drugging herself, her eyes filled with tears, she tried to hold back but it was too much.

"Why did you do that? What is happening?", she asked again but it was hopeless to try and talk to Haerin at that moment, and even if she was angry she understood why Haerin couldn't just talk when facing her downs.

"I don't know... I'm sorry Bada.", Haerin whispered, her eyes looked so empty, so vain, yet she was so vulnerable.

When Bada heard her saying her name all the anger left her body leaving her only with sadness, the tears made their way down her cheeks, she tried not to sob but it was impossible, she knew Haerin just needed someone to understand her.

"I'll take you home, you're gonna stop doing that, I'll be by your side all of the time, and when you get better we'll talk, okay?". Bada wrapped her arms around Haerin's body, she knew Haerin was basically the personification of the side effects of being drugged and that her actions weren't matching her intentions, but still hurt her deeply when Haerin didn't hug her back. "You're gonna be okay. We'll be okay.".

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The sea waves break in front of us, and our skin is not burned by the sun but rather caressed by the cold, humid wind. The pain in my heart seems to get even worse when I realize I have nowhere to escape, I owe satisfaction to her, the person who laughs with me in the good moments also wants to cry with me in the sad ones.

"I am the problem, these feelings come and go like waves, they invade my heart and mind intensively as if I'm drowning, until the despair of trying to breathe stops, and suddenly I can breathe underwater, but the burning pain of being filled with salt water stays.", the weight on my shoulders feels less heavy, but now she's just like the last people who loved me and left me, now she knows my downs, I showed to her how messed up I am and everything will start to break in front of my eyes until the day she will disappear.

Her eyes were full of worry, her eyebrows slightly furred, and a small pout on her lips. "I know you hate to show vulnerability and I'm sorry that I forced you to do that, but Haerinnie...", she turned her body to me and intertwined our fingers. "I love you so much. I want to be the person who you will be sincere with, I want you to feel at home when you're with me as much as I feel when I'm with you.", her eyes were teary and her nose a bit red by the cold, the wind made her strands of hair loosen and perfectly flow like waves, she looked like the agitated sea in front of us, the most beautiful mess I've ever seem.

I wanted to say I was a mess and that if she kept seeing how broken I was she would get tired and soon leave, but she would say it's not true, she would promise to never leave me and I would believe with all of my heart, thinking I finally found someone, but as the years go by and time passes destiny would show me I was wrong for the thousandth time, and I would be alone again.

"I'm sorry for making you go through this hell, I will never do this again, I hate hurting you."

Warm tears kept streaming down my cheeks while I sobbed desperately but silently, that pain was too much to bear, watching everything happen again was breaking every piece of my soul and I felt so hopeless.

"My baby...", she said in a choke, she sounded so hurt by just seeing me like that, I can't believe I've done this to her.

"I'm sorry.", I looked down, hands on my head as I colored her blue.

She carefully pulled me into a hug, touching me as if I could break at any moment, my head rested in between her neck and chest, and my tears soaked her skin and shirt. I could feel her shoulders shaking and her uneven breath, her soft cheeks resting on the side of my head as quiet sobs left her lips.

After some moments we both calmed down and all we could hear was the sea waves breaking on the coast.

"Look at me, Haerinnie.", she whispered.

I didn't want to, I felt too ashamed for putting her in that position, for making her cry so much about things she didn't even know.

I hugged even tighter, hiding my face deeper on her neck. A small giggle left her lips making my heart feel a bit warmer.

"Please baby, I want to say something to you.", she said with her lips almost inside my ear, making me laugh and slightly pull away from her by the agonizing sensation.

Our gazes met, she admired me with a loving smile on her lips while caressing my cheeks and fixing my hair. My eyes still glint with nervousness but I could not help but smile at the sight, my hands gently caressed her wrists.

"I am so lucky to have you, you're my favorite person in the world.", she pulled my face closer and gave small pecks on my cheeks.

I pouted at her statements, how can someone be so easy to love? How can someone be so sincere like that? It felt like my heart was melting in my chest.

"I love you so so much.", I made sure to look at her eyes while saying it so she could feel my sincerity as much as I felt hers.

Her smile widened and her eyes had so much emotion. "I love you more Harinnie, my Harinnie.", her arms wrapped around me and she pulled me into one more bear hug, inhaling my scent as she shrugged her face in my shoulders.

While feeling the warmth of being loved I could not help but think about the impact she has on me. I was feeling so down, so desperate, and hopeless for so many days and then she pulled me out of this as if my bad thoughts didn't have any meaning, making me feel so loved, with such eagerness to live life, this never happened before, no one ever had this power over me, her way of thinking and dealing with life was changing me to someone who could be better to myself, the world hasn't been the same since I was met with her happiness.

[void-of-existence]

this isn’t specifically based off of the prompt, but I felt it fit good enough, and wanted to have an excuse to post this on tumblr too

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Day six: Apology

Today marked seven years since Aziraphale and Crowley parted ways. It was funny, really, because that day would also be the day they see each other once again. God seemed to like her sevens that way.

~

"We're closed!" Crowley called across the old bookshop at the knock on the door, pulling his reddish-black curls into a messy bun. He threw himself down onto his cushiony black leather recliner with a sigh, and picked up the book he was currently reading off of the the side table. Just as he opened the book, though, another three knocks sounded from the front of the shop. Crowley groaned loudly as he pushed himself up and stormed to the front of the shop, not bothering to put his sunglasses on. Before he even thought to check who was there, he flung open the door, only to be met with a very familiar face.

"...Ang- 'Ziraphale?" The demon forced down his old habit.

"Hello, Crowley." The way the angel said his name stung, like being gently spritzed with holy water. Crowley looked him up and down, noticing he was now dressed in all white, and possessed purple eyes. "Why are 𝘺𝘰𝘶 here, 𝘚𝘶𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦 𝘈𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭 𝘈𝘻𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘦?" Aziraphale cringed, quietly hoping he wouldn't do that. "Crowley look, I'm sorry I made you think I chose Heaven over you. But I-"

"Stop. Don't want to hear it." He cut him off, clearly mad that it took him this long to apologize for something Crowley thought he himself would have gotten over by now.

Aziraphale flinched at the harshness on his tongue, but tried again nonetheless. "Crowley," He stepped forward, "I am truly 𝘴𝘰 very sorry." Crowley, who had put on his glasses to hide his own over-expressive eyes, raised a brow. The angel sighed hopefully at the first sign that he might not just be talking to a brick wall. "In Heaven, time doesn't really pass, so I only realized how long it had been when I came down to visit you. Really, it hasn't been that long, I mean-" He laughed awkwardly, "There have been times when we'd go 𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 without seeing or talking to each other. But, this time... It's just- We had never been that 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 before. You spent so much time in the bookshop that you practically lived there, and you even moved some of your plants in." An angelic smile spread across Aziraphale's face, which would usually make Crowley blush, but today was different. He didn't even let his blank unemotional stare falter in the slightest.

The angel's smile fell. "Crowley?"

The demon never broke eye contact from underneath his glasses, even though he knew Aziraphale couldn't see his eyes. "What? 'Ya want a kiss on the cheek?" He leaned against the doorframe, one eyebrow raised in annoyance.

The blonde's pale face grew pink. "I- Well not- ..I wouldn't mind." The last bit of his stuttering mess of a sentence was spoken quieter, but still caught the attention of the demon. Crowley's face and ears became redder than his own dark hair, before he remembered he was supposed to be mad at the angel. He pinched the bridge of his nose.

"The point is" He began, sighing angrily, "Good for you. You said sorry. Now what? You 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 me after I had- had kissed you, and you LEFT." Just then, Crowley was glad he had put on his sunglasses earlier, because in that moment, tears pooled in his eyes and threatened to fall. "Then, 𝘚𝘌𝘝𝘌𝘕 𝘠𝘌𝘈𝘙𝘚 𝘓𝘈𝘛𝘌𝘙, all of a sudden you're comin' back to Earth to try 'n apologize? For both of our 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦 existences, ever since I fell, you've been tryin' to convince me that I'm 'good'." He hissed, now looking down at the ground. "But you called me the bay guy. You grouped me with all the rest of those fuckers in hell." The demon's voice cracked, a detail that didn't go unnoticed by his angel.

"Oh, Crowley dear," The angel cooed, taking another step closer. "I thought I could fix them, stop the second coming, but they-" Crowley's pupils shrunk into thin slits, he lifted his head to make eye contact with Aziraphale. "The 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵?" They both went silent.

"I thought you-" He was cut off by a loud groan, followed by the slam of the bookshop door. He pushed it back open and shut it gently behind him, speed-walking to catch up with his fast pace.

"I'm not with them anymore, I'm on my own side- You know that! You've known that for several 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘢, Aziraphale!" He miracled the door shut behind the angel as he walked in, "They don't inform me on this shit! Not since Shax became 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘋𝘶𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭, she couldn't give less of a shit about 𝘮𝘦 anymore." Crowley plopped down onto the recliner he had been sitting in earlier, which is when Aziraphale noticed the book sitting on the side table.

"You read the book I suggested you!" He beamed, picking up the book with the navy blue cover.

"Huh?" Crowley looked up at the angel from his spot on the chair. He turned the book to face him, smiling enthusiastically.

"You've recommended about half the shop to me at this point, it's hard to read something you 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯'𝘵 suggested to me."

The angel still smiled sweetly, despite the harsh tone the demon continued to carry. He blushed slightly, knowing Crowley had always been a liar when it came to feelings.

Aziraphale knew he was reading the book because it reminded him of the blonde, and couldn't help but compliment him. "You really are quite sweet, Dear." He cooed, earning a quiet serpentine hiss from Crowley, who seemed deep in thought.

"Crowley?" Yellow eyes turned to make eye contact from under dark glasses.

"I love you."

And even though no one saw it, the demon's expressive eyes blinked a few times in shock, pupils shrinking once again to thin slivers.

"I tried to tell you that seven years ago. That would have been a great time to reciprocate." He looked down at his lap and fidgeted with his chipped black nail polish.

Aziraphale sighed loudly. "Please, don't be dramatic Crowley."

"Me? 𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘤?" The demon scoffed, "M'kay, I forgive you."

[cherlv]

˚ · . ENHYPEN IMAGINE # 1 *ೃ༄

LEE HEESEUNG

ೃ⁀ bf!heeseung x reader

GENRE ♡ fluff, romance, crack.

ABOUT ♡ your boyfriend volunteered to babysit your little niece.

💌 > hi! This is my first fic in tumblr lol! I haven't been in tumblr in a while and this is my new account! I hope you support me! It's my first time trying to write, so i hope you like it? Haha.

WARNING ◆ this story is for entertainment purposes only. Use of pet names, not proof read? Please lmk if i missed any!

Song of the day !

You're at a family gathering. Your mother invited you to go last week.

You watch as your nephews and nieces run around the backyard. You smile at the warm scene. Their smiles were never fake, just carefree. You wished to experience, even just for one day. Studying at the university has been really hard. Getting piled up with many projects, and most importantly your research paper. You still haven't— not able to think of a title. Gosh, this was a lot easier back in highschool.

Oh, you'd kill to experience being carefree again. You sigh at the thought.

"(Name)?" Someone calls you. You turn to see who called you.

Oh, its your mom. Your face lit up even more, you haven't seen her in months.

"Hey mom," you greet her, engulfing her in an embrace.

"Oh (name) you made it! I miss you so much," She says, you apologetically smiled at her, feeling bad because you barely put anytime for her.

"Sorry, mom. I've been really busy and I couldn't call you," you say, rubbing your nape.

"Don't be sorry, sweet. As long as you're doing good– by the way, didn't you tell me you'd bring your boyfriend today?" She suddenly asked, surprising you a little.

"Yeah, haha. He's on his way right now— oh he's here!" You point at heeseung, with a big smile on your face.

He approaches you with is arms opened wide, and you hug him tight. "You made it!" You say happily.

"Oh heeseung," you mother greets, "I haven't seen you too in a while!"

Your mother and Heeseung start sharing a conversation. You stare at them fondly, without realizing that you've been smiling so hard.

The family gathering ended after a few hours. You exchanged goodbye's, and hugged your other relatives.

"Mom, me and Hee will get going now," you say, "today was fun."

Your mom smiles, " I'm glad you had fun, bye (name). Careful on your way back!"

You and heeseung qave her goodbye, you were about to leave, but you were stopped by your brother.

"Oh, Jun-ho!"

"We're leaving now, see you next—"

"Wait!" Your brother cuts you off. "I need a teeny tiny favor to ask? If that's okay,"

You tilt your head in confusion. Why didn't he just asked this like- An hour ago or something? Not when you're about to leave? You mentally facepalmed yourself.

"Uh.. I have a business trip on Saturday day. Our babysitter quit on us the other day..." he trails off. Feeling a little bit hesitant to ask his little sister, who by the way, is busy with university.

"What is it?" Your tone was urging him to say it faster. Because you and heeseung really need to leave now.

"(Name) you inow I'm facing problem right now, and I really don't wanna bother you because you're busy with your studies," he explains, and you nod,

"No one will watch Ae-cha, I was thinking maybe you can watch her? It's really okay not to. I understand if—"

"It's fine Jun-ho. Just drop her of by friday." You tell him reassuringly, patting his back.

"Bye hyung." Your boyfriend bid him farewell.

You both hop in the car, fastening your seatbelt. The ride back to you and heeseung's apartment was calm and quiet.

"Babe, why did you say yes the Jun-ho's request?" Heeseung asks, his eyes still remained focused on the road. "Your major exams are coming up, I'm sure you need to study beforehand. "

"I know, hee. But it's been hard for my brother. He just got divorced, and I can see how this is taking a toll on him," you sigh, placing your head on the window, "and plus, it's hard to find trustworthy babysitters these days, and you can barely trust daycares too."

He glanced at you, seeing how stressed you looked. Heeseung understood your point.

Ping!

Heeseung has an idea.

"Hey, (name). Why don't I watch her for you instead?" He suggests, and you almost scoff at him.

"You're bluffing, I know you don't like babysitting, babe." You chuckle, and a pout formed on his lips.

"No I'm not! I'm being serious, I- I like kids!"

You sigh, "appreciate it. But no way I'm letting you watch Ae-cha." You say, trying to end the conversations right there. You and heeseung are very busy. You don't wanna trouble heeseung with anything. Plus, it was you who was asked to do it.

"Come on. You don't trust me?" He says teasingly, wiggling his eyebrows up and down.

"Ugh, stop it— you look so weird." You stop yourself from laughing. "I don't wanna bother you, okay?"

"Come on, you'll never be a bother. And you still have to do your research paper. I already done that so I got plenty of time to watch her!" He explains. You stop to think for a moment. He's right. You're thinking of considering.

"Are you sure though?" You say slowly, wanting to hear a confirmation.

"Yep! A 101%!" He flashes you a cute grin and quickly returned his gaze to the road.

"Auntie~!" A small voice calls you.

"Ae-cha~!" You mimic her cute tone, earning yourself a small pout. She's so adorable.

"Auntie will take care of me?" She asks innocently, looking up at you with glistening eyes.

You nod at her, and a big smile grew on her face.

"Hi Ae-cha!" Your boyfriend suddenly greets, scaring the life out of you.

"Yah! Lee Heeseung!" You smack his arm, earning a groan from him.

"Sorry, sorry."

"Auntie, who him?" She points at heeseung,

"Oh this is your uncle, uncle Heeseung!"

"Ooh! Uncle" she squeals, clapping her hands repeatedly. "I like uncle!"

Heeseung giggles, approaching her to lift her up.

"And— Ahhh!" They shout in unison, as heeseung lifted her up,

"Heeseung! Be careful!" You scold him, ready to catch your niece in case if heeseung drops her.

"Baby, let me handle this! Go to your meet up!"

[rabbithaver]

ok i know i didnt throw silver today here on tumblr but frankly i have been super busy, and now that i'm free, i'm totally exhausted. i'm gonna have to take a rain check on throwing him today, but rest assured that i DID throw him irl. and i'm holding him right now. so he's getting the love he deserves, i promise :)

i just hosted a 7 hour Bumblekast Server Movie Night since there was no recording today. it went so well!!! we watched Interstellar and The Martian, two of my all-time favorite films. i talked so much with so many people that now my throat hurts and i am absolutely exhausted... but oh my god, we had so much fun. i got to connect with a ton of friends in the server whose voices i'd never heard before. i got to infodump about my special interests to people who genuinely cared to hear what i had to say. we got to crack jokes and have fun during breaks. the very first ever Bumblekast Server Movie Night was, overall, a huge success!

in fact, it was such a successful event that i am going to have to host a second screening of Interstellar! like eight people really wanted to join us and see it, but couldn't due to their schedules. i've promised them that i'll ping them when i start planning the next screening so that way we can make sure everyone is able to participate. and Interstellar is one of those movies i will happily watch several times a week so it all works out.

everyone seemed to love the movies, and they even seemed to appreciate the fact that i had behind-the-scenes trivia and facts about the science in the movies. one of my huge worries is that people i watch movies with get annoyed when i share things like that, but if anything, folks seemed to appreciate the movies more because of it.

man, i know i keep saying it, but i really do love the Bumblekast community so much. i have never felt so at ease with so many people. i've never felt like a burden or an annoyance there... like, i truly think it's where i belong. everyone is so caring and supportive, especially the mod team and Kyle. hell, Kyle even set up an event in the server for me so that we could spread the word to people! it was such a kind gesture.

that place truly is something so special. i've been there since September 15, 2023, and i can count on one hand how many genuine fights and bigoted statements i've seen. the mod team is so exceptional at maintaining a positive and friendly atmosphere there. it helps that they nip heated conversations in the bud before they can become arguments. they're also very easy to talk to —they're all so incredibly funny and approachable. they're constantly interacting with the community, too. and they're also really willing to work with people.

for example, occasionally i've broken rules by accident or flown too close to the sun with a joke and they've had to DM me about it. and they know that i have severe anxiety, so when they broach these subjects with me, they know to say right off the bat, "hey, you're not in trouble or anything and we aren't mad, we just need to talk to you about something." it's a little thing, but it seriously means so much to me. the fact that they keep my struggles in mind when doing their jobs is proof to me that they care about the community they support.

a lot of discord servers have mods who are very... distant with their communities. like, they don't participate in conversation amongst members, or they take jokes way too seriously, or they throw their weight around just to intimidate users into submission. those discord server mods just don't bother interacting with their communities, either because they're too busy, or they're not interested in what their members are doing, or in the worst cases, they think they're better than everyone else. i've encountered a lot of these people before and they're always so unpleasant. it just highlights to me how unique the Bumbleserver is.

i'm so fucking glad i got into Sonic, man. if i hadn't watched the game grumps play Frontiers, i never would have picked up the comics. i never would have known how much fun they are. i never would have started listening to the Bumblekast. i never would have decided to create the clips blog. i never would've been reached out to by Puppy Bumblekast, who i now consider one of my closest friends. and of course, i never would have claimed Silver as my son, which lead to Seán reaching out to me. i never would have fallen so thoroughly in love with him, either. 💖

ok that was a WAY longer post than i meant it to be . im really really tired so im gonna go to bed. goodnight everybody

goodnight my friends!

[jupiterpp]

CHAPTER NINE: CHAMBER OF SECRETS | 𝐅𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐄𝐝𝐠𝐞. -𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

important note; This is the first time I'm posting my stories on Tumblr. My mother tongue is not English so expect grammatical errors ahead.

word count: 2.7k words

MASTERLIST | CHAPTERS

THIRD-PERSON POV

[name]'s face scrunched up in disgust as she caught sight of a couple engaged in a full-blown make-out session right there in the library.

Merlin. Beside her, Tom remained unfazed, his attention fixed firmly on the book in front of him. It was as if the scene unfolding before them didn't even register on his radar.

He had stayed silent all week, giving her short replies as usual. He probably hadn't forgiven her for letting Mister Tibbers get away with whatever happened last week. As the days passed, Tom's demeanor towards her remained unchanged—cool and distant, with short replies and minimal interaction. It was clear he hadn't forgiven her for whatever transpired with Mister Tibbers last week.

Ugh, who cares? Why would she even apologize when she had literally done nothing?

She saw a small scratch on his hand. It looked like he was telling the truth, but she didn't care. It was too late to apologize anyway, especially with Tom's continued coldness towards her.

Why was she calling him by his first name in her mind anyway?

"Are you uncomfortable?" Tom's voice cut through the silence, catching her off guard. His eyes remained fixed on the pages of his book as if he couldn't bear to tear his gaze away.

She furrowed her brow in confusion. "With what?" she replied, unsure of what he was referring to.

"The people making out."

She shifted uncomfortably, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment at the blunt question. "Oh," she stammered, suddenly at a loss for words. "Well... it's just... a bit distracting, I guess. I mean, it's Valentine's today."

"If you're uncomfortable, we can study in the courtyard," Riddle said bluntly. She blinked, taken aback by his straightforwardness.

She hesitated, uncertain how to phrase her question. "Are you uncomfortable with... them, if you know what I mean?" she asked cautiously, gesturing subtly towards the couple engaged in their public display of affection.

"I know very well what you mean," He glanced up at her, staying silent momentarily as she averted her gaze nervously, trying to focus on the book in her hands. "The library's purpose is for studying, not for... whatever they're doing," he mumbled. "They're disgusting, but it's none of my business."

She shook her head with a sigh and stood up, stretching her arms out as Riddle watched her every move silently. Her gaze landed on the boy in front of her who was staring at her silently. She sweatdropped and let out a small chuckle, waving her hand in front of Riddle.

Riddle rolled his eyes and closed the book shut, swatting her hand away from his face with an irritated expression before standing up, grabbing his grey coat that was hanging on the back of the chair he was sitting on. He put it on, adjusting his tie

Riddle rolled his eyes and shut his book with a decisive snap. Standing up, he grabbed his grey coat from the back of the chair and shrugged it on, adjusting his tie with precise movements. "Let's go," he said.

The two of them were about to exit the library but Riddle stopped and informed the librarian about the couple making out. This made the librarian furious and she immediately got up to her seat.

"Must you really report them?" She said with a teasing smirk.

Riddle turned to her, his expression unamused. "Rules are in place for a reason," he replied coolly. "People are here to study."

"Surely a bit of harmless fun isn't worth the bother."

"Says the one who almost puked when she saw two people making out," he retorted, his voice dry and tinged with amusement despite his outward seriousness. She tensed up, feeling her cheeks grow warm as her mind drifted to the two couples back at the library. She didn't respond and averted her gaze causing Riddle to smirk.

As they walked toward the courtyard, Riddle's mind wandered, unexpectedly fixating on the concept of wandless magic. It was a rare skill, one he had always found intriguing. He glanced at her from the corner of his eye, remembering that one time at the orphanage.

No doubt that she used magic in there with no wand. He couldn't help but feel a pang of curiosity—and envy—about how she did it. While other witches and wizards relied on wands, she seemed to wield magic effortlessly with her bare hands. He recalled his first meeting with Dumbledore and the disappointment he felt when he learned that he couldn't perform magic without a wand as she did. 

That explains why every time she comes to the orphanage to teach him, he can't do magic with his bare hands which frustrates him. He had asked Dumbledore where to get a wand just like his, thinking it might unlock the same power.

"Back at the orphanage," Riddle began, stopping in his tracks and causing her to stop as well. She glanced over her shoulder to look at him, raising a brow. The mention of the orphanage made her tense. This was the first time Riddle had brought up something from their past.

"What about it?" she asked cautiously, unsure where this was leading.

Riddle's gaze was intense, his eyes searching hers for something. "I saw you use magic without a wand," he said, his tone both curious and probing. "Do you still do it?"

FIRST-PERSON POV

fuck.

Of course, he remembers.

I recall Slughorn's words in my mind about how I should not use wandless magic when people are around. But part of me couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in my abilities. However, I quickly pushed that feeling aside. Slughorn's words echoed in my mind—using wandless magic would only draw unwanted attention.

Especially time traveling. Which I still couldn't control.

I couldn't lie to Riddle. He would see through it in an instant. He had witnessed my magic firsthand, and there was no hiding it from him.

I hesitated, the weight of his question pressing down on me. "Sometimes," I admitted, choosing my words carefully. "It's not something I do often, but yes, I can still do it."

Riddle put his hands in his pockets as he approached me with his expression unreadable. "How?" he asked, his voice softer now, as he tilted his head. "How do you do it when most witches and wizards can't?"

I shrugged, feeling the familiar discomfort of being scrutinized. "I don't know," I said honestly. "It's just something I've always been able to do. I don't think about it much, it just happens."

His gaze lingered on me for a few moments before his eyes landed on an approaching figure that I also sensed behind me. I turned around and met Professor Dippet.

"Miss Delacroix," Dippet greeted, his eyes twinkling with warmth as they met mine. Then, his gaze shifted to Riddle, acknowledging him with a nod. "Mister Riddle."

I glanced between Dippet and Riddle, sensing an underlying tension in the air. "Is there something you need, Professor?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady despite the uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach.

"Oh no, no," Dippet waved his hand with a low chuckle. "Shouldn't you two be in class right now?"

"We have a free period, sir," I said.

"Ah, free period," Professor Dippet mused, adjusting his spectacles with a thoughtful expression. "Well, I hope you're using it wisely."

"We were discussing academic matters," Riddle interjected smoothly, his tone polite, giving a half-smile.

Dippet nodded, his eyes flickering between us. "Excellent. It's good to see students taking their studies seriously." He paused for a moment, as if considering something, then smiled kindly. "Carry on then."

"Thank you, Professor," I said gratefully, offering a slight smile. Riddle simply inclined his head in acknowledgment. With a final nod, Professor Dippet continued down the corridor, leaving Riddle and me standing in brief silence. As soon as Dippet left, Riddle beside me walked away in silence.

"Where are you going? The courtyard's over there." I frowned and pointed towards the direction of the courtyard. Riddle glanced over his shoulder, his cold eyes meeting mine with a hint of impatience.

"I have other matters to attend to," he replied vaguely, his tone brooking no further questions. Oh, here we go again. Another day dealing with his attitude.

"Matters?" I asked, raising a skeptical eyebrow. "You could've mentioned that before we wasted time studying in the library."

He shot me a sidelong glance, his expression briefly flickering with something unreadable. "Some things are better left unsaid,"

His mysterious nature was both intriguing and infuriating. Clutching the book I had been studying tightly, I felt a surge of frustration, tempted for a fleeting moment to hurl it in his direction but I held myself back knowing such a display would achieve nothing. "Fine. Have it your way."

'✦ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ೃ⁀➷-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-˚. ೃ⁀➷'✦ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹

I couldn't help but feel a mix of irritation as I glanced over at Silvius and Elara. They had created a cozy little nook for themselves, with plush cushions and soft blankets, literally inside the Slytherin common room.

Silvius sat close to Elara, their fingers intertwined, sharing hushed whispers and gentle laughter. Elara leaned into him, her eyes sparkling with affection as she brushed a stray lock of hair from his face. It was almost nauseating.

"You guys are disgusting," I began, crossing my arms over my chest. I shouldn't have come in here in the first place. "People are watching."

Silvius glanced up, his grin widening as he saw my exasperated expression. "Oh, come on, [Name]," he teased, his voice low but playful. "Can't handle a little romance?"

"Ugh, spare me the romance," I muttered under my breath. "Perhaps a touch more discretion would be in order next time."

The hallways were adorned with a Valentine's Day theme, vibrant colors of red and pink weaving through the tapestries and flickering candles that adorned the walls. Tom, always one to prefer a darker aesthetic, complains about how vibrant the colors are. 'It's enough to make one want to pull their sockets out.' he says.

This guy literally likes colors that are as dark as his soul. At least that's what I understand from my point of view.

"Lighten up, [Name]. Let the lovebirds have their fun." Marcellus joined in the conversation with a chuckle.

"How about we go to the room of requirement?" Augustus suggested with a shrug, glancing at me with a smirk. "Practicing spells might be a welcome distraction from these guys." He chuckled, pointing at the two.

The Room of Requirement had become our sanctuary, a place where we could hang out and practice spells away from prying eyes. I had told them about it as soon as I discovered it, and it quickly became our favorite spot. I was eager to get out of the common room with Marcellus and Augustus following behind. I paid no attention to them as they chatted about random things, like how Augustus eats fruit with milk like it's cereal.

Once we reached the blank stretch of wall, I began pacing, focusing on our need for a quiet place to practice spells. As expected, the door materialized, and we slipped inside. The room was perfect, as always. It had transformed into a spacious area with plenty of room for spell practice, comfortable seating, and a warm, inviting atmosphere that contrasted sharply with the overly festive hallways outside.

"Hey, what the hell! Don't do that, Marcellus," Augustus exclaimed when Marcellus hit him with a Stunning Spell. I silently watched the two, a small smirk tugging at the corners of my lips.

Marcellus laughed, his wand still pointed at Augustus. "You need to be on your toes, Augustus. Constant vigilance, as they say.

"A little warning would be nice next time," Augustus grumbled under his breath. I leaned against one of the comfortable armchairs, observing their banter.

My mind suddenly drifted off to thoughts of the dark arts.  While Marcellus and Augustus continued their playful sparring, I found myself pondering the intricacies of forbidden spells and ancient curses. 

I had read about some of them before, back at my house in the muggle world. I stumbled upon a collection in my father's office once. It was a surprising find; I never knew my father had such an interest in the dark arts. Dark magic had always intrigued me, but of course, I would never consider using it. I had made a vow to myself long ago that I would only explore it for academic purposes.

Well, maybe that's because their eyes are on me. Maybe if they didn't have their eyes on me twenty-four-seven, I would've practiced dark arts. But that is a good thing, right?

Are they nice to me because they know that I possess such a gift, that's why they keep on watch on me all of the time, watching my every move? Maybe they're watching me because they're afraid of me turning myself against them and falling into the temptation of dark magic.

That's a good thing, right?

or not?

A sudden sound snapped me out of my thoughts, my head whipping around in the direction from where the sounds were coming. I furrowed my brows, eyeing the bookshelf behind me for a few moments—and I swear I saw movement. I instantly reached for my wand and held it tightly, as I slowly walked towards it.

As I approached the bookshelf cautiously, wand held at the ready, the sound of Augustus's angry voice reached my ears, muffled by the tension in the air. His outburst momentarily distracted me, but I remained focused on the faint movement I thought I had seen.

With a quick step forward, I pointed my wand towards where I thought I saw a figure. My heart raced as I prepared for a confrontation, but to my surprise, instead of a person, a small black cat emerged from behind the books, its eyes wide and curious as it stared back at me.

It was staring at me weirdly. 

Why the hell is it looking at me like that?

"[name]?" Marcellus' voice calls out, approaching me. "What's wrong?"

"Why is there a cat in here?" Augustus asked, his voice tinged with curiosity and a hint of skepticism. His eyes flickered between me, Marcellus, and the cat, trying to make sense of the situation. "Don't tell me it's been trapped in here for a long time? It looks...skinny." Marcellus crouched down and petted the cat.

Marcellus continued to stroke the cat gently, his expression thoughtful as he observed its demeanor. "I don't think so," he replied, his voice calm as he kept the cat close but allowed it space to move if it wished. "It doesn't seem distressed or malnourished. If anything, it looks quite healthy."

"Uh-huh? How do you know that?" Augustus quipped with a raised eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. He leaned closer, inspecting the cat with mock seriousness. "Are you a certified cat expert now, Marcellus?"

Marcellus chuckled softly, his gaze still focused on the cat. "Well, I did grow up around animals," he retorted, his tone light but confident. "Unlike some people who think fruit and milk is a legitimate meal."

Augustus straightened up, feigning offense. "Hey, it's a balanced breakfast!" he protested with a grin, though his eyes twinkled with amusement. "Besides, cats eat milk too, right?"

"Forget it. Why is there even a cat in here in the first place." I cut Marcellus off, placing both of my hands on my hips.

"Good question."

"Obviously."

Just then, the cat suddenly panicked, its fur standing on end. With a swift, angry motion, it scratched Marcellus with its claws and hissed loudly before darting away under a nearby table. Marcellus yelped, clutching his arm where the cat had left a red, angry scratch. "See? Even the cat thinks your breakfast is ridiculous!"

"Oh, shut it. You're being dramatic," Augustus shot back, his grin widening. "It's just a scratch. You'll live." Augustus chuckled, shrugging nonchalantly as he glanced at Marcellus. "Maybe it just doesn't like your attitude, Marcellus. Can't blame the poor thing."

I rolled my eyes at their banter and stepped forward, picking up the book I had dropped in the commotion. "Enough, both of you," I said firmly, my tone brooking no argument. "Let's focus on our charm practice. We didn't come here to argue about breakfasts and cats."

"See? You made her mad."

"I haven't done anything!" Augustus protested, holding up his hands in mock innocence.

May God bless me for having such a patient personality. If you're not patient enough, you could've easily lost your temper with these two and stormed out ages ago. But here I am, sticking it out, dealing with their endless bickering and the occasional chaos they bring.

[filmofhybe]

loud Christmas Carols

🗯️ pairing : Nishimura Riki x oc 💌 Genre: fluff , neighbors 680 wc

; AUTHORS NOTES : last Niki story before he turns 18 maybe I’ll do one before his birthday on the 8th but oh my gosh when I tell you I’m not prepare for this. I’m really not, I really grew up with him and all I can say is time goes by fast. :(

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It was December, and y/n was looking forward to a peaceful and relaxing holiday season. The college semester had been hectic, and all she wanted to do was unwind in the comfort of her own apartment. However, her plans were unexpectedly disrupted by her new neighbor - Niki . Every day, without fail, Niki would blast Christmas carols at top volume, making it impossible for y/n to focus on anything else. And today is one of those days, trying to watch “Gilmore Girls” but can’t.

Y/n tried to be patient at first, understanding that it was the holiday season and people had different ways of celebrating it. However, as the days went by and the relentless jingle bells jingle bells jingle rock and all I want for Christmas is you continued to invade her space, her patience wore thin.

One evening, as "Santa Baby" reverberated through the walls, y/n decided she had had enough. She marched over to Niki's door and, with a bit of aggressiveness, knocked on his door, waited for him to answer. When the door swung open, y/n found herself face to face with the source of her irritation.

Niki stood before her, looking every bit as surprised as she felt. He was tall with blonde and black undercut hair along with warm, expressive eyes that seemed to twinkle much like the Christmas lights adorning his apartment. y/n couldn't help but notice how handsome he was, and she felt her annoyance waver in the face of his unexpected charm. Ugh if you weren’t so damn gorgeous I would’ve yelled you right this instant..

"Hi," she began, her voice tumbling out in a mix of nervousness and frustration. "I'm your neighbor, Y/N. I don't mean to intrude, but the music has been really loud lately, and it's been hard for me to relax and study. Could you please keep it down a bit?" She didn’t want to come off as rude, but for the love of God she just can’t stand it anymore, at the moment it really doesn’t matter if hes cute..

Niki, taken aback by y/n’s presence, quickly realized just how pretty she was. Her eyes held a mixture of determination and vulnerability, and he found himself captivated by her presence. Without a word, he nodded, a sheepish smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "I'm so sorry," he replied, his voice surprisingly gentle. "I didn't realize it was bothering you. I'll turn it down right away." Oh how he wouldn’t give a damn if it was some old grumpy ass lady. However, if it’s coming from someone like you. Oh he’s down bad and will 100% obey.

As Niki lowered the volume of the music, Y/N found herself smiling in return, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. She hadn't expected Niki to be so understanding, and she was grateful for his quick compliance. As they exchanged a few more polite words, y/n couldn't help but notice how Niki's eyes seemed to light up as they spoke.

“I hope you don’t miss me jamming out to my Christmas music. Don’t miss me too much that you come back running and asking me to play it louder.”

“Oh don’t worry, if you do I’m going to play my show louder than your music.”

In the days that followed, her and Niki found themselves running into each other more often. Their encounters were always brief—passing in the hallway or sharing a quick hello in the building's common areas—but each time, y/n found herself feeling inexplicably drawn to Niki's easygoing nature and genuine kindness.

Meanwhile, Niki couldn't shake the image of y/n from his mind. Her determined yet endearing manner had left a lasting impression on him, and he found himself looking for excuses to bump into her, cherishing each fleeting moment they shared.

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[mysticsparklewings]

Obscutober 2024 Day 4: Apricate ☀️

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Apricate (v.)

to bask in the sun; to expose to sunlight

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Hope you’re all feeling as good as a cat sleeping in the window on this 4th day of Inktober 😉

I’m not really because it’s a traveling day & those wear me out, but hey could be worse! 🤷‍♀️

Click the "Keep Reading" and we'll talk more about my thoughts/process for this piece ✨

(Apologizes in advance for any formatting issues; I wasn’t able to draft the Tumblr post before we got on the road and I am so not used to doing this on mobile. 😅)

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I apologize for the lack of my normal description today, Sparklers. As I mentioned yesterday, I've got on my plate today and I just don't have the time to get into the details right now! I'll see if I can come back in the evening and flesh things out more, but for now I'll leave you with just some bullet point thoughts:

My primary inspiration was kitty cats basking in "puddles" of sunshine they find on the floor, or sitting in sunny windows, etc. Hence the cat-window-silhouette thing happen as sort of the main focus of the mandala.

I also thought of sunflowers, and coincidentally sunflowers are non-toxic to cats, so it would be acceptable for a kitty to sit in a patch of sunflowers while both flowers and feline face the sun.

More obscurely, to help fill space and add contrast, I thought of these things.

I tried to go for a little bit of an effect with the background like the sun is actually shining through the windows, but I'm not sure I pulled it off correctly.

I was 95% done with this piece when I realize it looked much more washed out on screens that were not my iPad, so I had to back track a bit and try to fix it. Now I think it looks too dark with how low I keep the brightness on a lot of my device screens, but I think a lot of people keep their screens brighter than I do by default (at least during the day) so I'm sticking with it.

I'm still not really happy with the "red" for the curtains. I was going for a kind of desaturated dark coral, but it kept coming out either too pink or too dark. Ultimately I settled for too dark because it went better with the sun-through-windows idea, where the curtains would be more shadowed anyway.

White might have been the more natural choice for the lines, but then you probably couldn't see the cat silhouette and I could not be bothered going back and changing it to outlines. [And it looked kinda weird as outlines when I first started drawing it, which is largely why I ended up filling it in the first place.

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Artwork © me, MysticSparklewings

Obscutober Concept Inspired by nikolas_tower

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Twice's 10th member has anorexia part 2 ft Big Sis Tzuyu

A/N: Heyyy, I'm coming up with a lot of stuff for you guys so I can make up for the time I'm gone lol! Sry for taking so long to post :D I hope that the anonwho gave me this idea on Tumblr likes it! :)

The request: hi 🙈

was wondering if you could do a pt 2 to the anorexia story? with tzuyu.. based on the link below, and tzuyu wondering why reader isn't eating and helps her out through a meal. only if you want to though!! i love all your work 🩷

https://x.com/tzuwieee25/status/1703697667115909254?s=46&t=g_YNbnB_rMuZSbmSZopziQ

PS: Tysm for everyone who reads what I write, I hope I can bring a smile to your faces every time I post! I'd like to thank whoever sent me this idea 'cause I loved to write it <3

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The days at the TWICE dorm had fallen into a comfortable rhythm. While the members had hectic schedules, they always made time to bond over meals, sharing stories and laughter. However, there was something amiss during these meals that hadn't gone unnoticed by one particular member... Tzuyu.

Tzuyu, known for her gentle and considerate nature, had developed a habit of making sure she ate last during their communal meals. It wasn't because she had a preference for eating alone, it was because she wanted to ensure that no food was wasted. She would observe how much each member ate and then finish whatever was left, preventing any leftovers from going to waste.

As time passed, Tzuyu began to notice a troubling pattern. Y/N, the youngest and 10th member of TWICE, had been eating less and less during their meals. Her portions grew smaller, and she often found excuses to skip meals altogether. Tzuyu couldn't ignore the signs any longer. She had seen the same behaviours in Y/N that she had once observed in herself, a struggle with food and an unhealthy relationship with eating.

One evening, as the members gathered around the dining table for dinner, Tzuyu took a deep breath and decided it was time to reach out to her little sister. She had been quietly observing her bestie's behaviour for weeks, and her concern had grown with each passing day.

As they began to eat, Tzuyu noticed that Y/N was pushing her food around her plate, barely taking a few bites. Her heart ached at the sight, and she knew she couldn't stay silent any longer. Tzuyu leaned closer to Y/N and spoke in a gentle, soft voice. 

Tzuyu - Baby, is everything okay? You haven't been eating much lately.

The maknae looked up, startled by her unnie's question. She quickly tried to put on a brave face, not wanting to burden her mate. 

Y/N - Oh, it's nothing, Tzuyu unnie. I'm just not that hungry today.

Tzuyu didn't buy the excuse. She had seen the same words come from her own lips before she had sought help. 

Tzuyu - My heart, I've noticed that you've been eating less for a while now. Please, talk to me. You don't have to go through this alone.

Y/N's eyes welled up with tears as she met Tzuyu's concerned gaze. She hadn't expected anyone to notice, let alone confront her about it. She felt a mixture of shame and relief wash over her.

Y/N - I...I've talked with Jihyo Omma and Nayeon unnie but I'm still struggling with anorexia. *quivering voice*

 Y/N - I didn't know how to tell anyone else, and I was afraid of disappointing everyone. *pouts*

Tzuyu reached out to gently hold her sister's hand, her eyes filled with empathy. 

Tzuyu - Darling, you could never disappoint us. We're here for you, and we care about your well-being. We want to make sure you're okay. If something's bothering you, you can talk to us.

Tzuyu's words struck a chord with Y/N, just as they had with her during her own struggles. She couldn't hold back her tears any longer and allowed herself to cry, knowing that she was in the presence of a true friend who understood her pain.

Tzuyu moved her chair closer to her sunshine's, wrapping her arm around her shoulders in a comforting embrace. 

Tzuyu - It's okay, angel. Let it out. You're not alone in this.

As TWICE's golden youngest cried, the other members of the table exchanged concerned glances but decided to give the maknaes their space. Tzuyu continued to offer her support, silently reassuring her little sister that she was there for her no matter what.

When Y/N's tears had finally subsided, Tzuyu offered her a warm smile. 

Tzuyu - You don't have to face this alone, sweetheart. We're going to help you every step of the way.

Over the following weeks, Tzuyu and Y/N embarked on a journey towards recovery together. Tzuyu made it her mission to ensure that TWICE's cutie pie ate properly during their joint meals. She sat beside her, encouraging her to take more bites and providing a comforting presence. Tzuyu's own experience with food struggles allowed her to empathize with Y/N's situation and offer guidance without judgment.

The youngest's portions grew healthier, and she began to regain her strength. With Tzuyu's unwavering support and the understanding of the other members, she felt more confident in her recovery.

One evening, as they sat down for dinner together, Y/N looked at Tzuyu with gratitude in her eyes. 

Y/N - Thank you, Tzuyu unnie. You've been a lifeline for me during this. I don't know what I would have done without you.

Tzuyu smiled warmly. 

Tzuyu - You're not alone, Y/N. We're a family, and we take care of each other. I'm proud of you for fighting this battle.

As they shared their meal that night, Y/N felt a newfound sense of hope and support. She knew that her journey to recovery wouldn't be easy, but with Tzuyu and her other older sisters by her side, she felt stronger than ever.

The days passed, and Y/N continued to make progress in her recovery. She began to eat more confidently, and her laughter once again filled the dorm. Tzuyu's heart swelled with pride and joy as she watched her friend regain her health and happiness.

One day, as they sat in their shared room, Y/N turned to Tzuyu with a smile. 

Y/N - Thank you, unnie. You've been my rock through all of this.

Tzuyu humbly brushed off the praise. 

Tzuyu - It was my pleasure, love. We take care of each other, remember?

Y/N nodded, her eyes filled with gratitude. 

Y/N - I do remember, and I'm so grateful to have you as my best friend.

Tzuyu leaned in to give her sister a warm hug. 

Tzuyu - And I'm grateful to have you as my best friend too, sunshine. We'll always support each other, no matter what.

As they embraced, Y/N felt a deep sense of belonging and love within the TWICE family. She knew that with a sister like Tzuyu, she could face any challenge that came her way, and her journey to recovery was proof of their now stronger bond. And as Tzuyu looked down at her only dongsang's expression, she had a single thought:

I am proud of our dear maknae.

And the writer behind the screen had something similar in mind:

I am proud of my dear readers.

A/N: I'm sorry for any errors, English is not my first language. Pls, let me know if there is something wrong, ty for reading <3