#i fell out of touch w/ all my hobbies when i was w/ family so now i need to get back into them and also just stop letting myself rot

[abyssurvived]

gonna be cleaning up my blogs in the next couple days then i ( hopefully?? ) will be back online ily all MWAHHH

[mamamittens]

Every Fold a Wish

This is my piece from the Marco Zine, not related to Spooktober, I promise! For the rest of the fics--and even artwork!--just click the link provided above!

Also, I swear I didn't mean for it to be so sad--the original plan was goofy shenanigans and maybe ending with Marco trying to throttle Thatch when he cracks a joke about his little paper cranes but then...

well, this happened!

Oh, and here's a link to the fic specific artwork for it by @luna-orix, it's a wonderful take on the Big Scene in lovely color and style!

Word Count: 2,757

Under much pressure, Marco would have to confess this all started a very long time ago.

Back when he was still a deckhand sorting through musty maps littered with ink blots that barely passed as navigation tools. Their contents were downright illegible at best, but did well enough as teaching tools for what not to do. Over time, as they were passed from hand to unsteady hand, the parchment became worn. Rips becoming tears and holes until the only thing keeping them in one piece was hopes and dreams.

What to do with such a well loved piece of parchment?

Tossing them seemed almost an insult. And making them into paper again, while an interesting task, was usually not worth the effort. The ink bleeding and dying the usable parts darker and darker. Until it was good for little else but tissues. Marco had done it a few times just for something to do between tasks. The paper drying in the press able to be left for hours if needed. And he did hold a fondness for the old parchment made new again. But it was still not terribly useful. The ink needed to be even darker, or chalk but it smeared something terrible at the slightest touch.

In all fairness, he didn’t start with the worst off pieces.

A kind, older nurse with weathered hands and a gentle smile showing him the way. Every crisp fold building up to a new, enchanting shape. Even money could be manipulated. A cute way to leave a tip, if he was so wanting. And something to do with his hands.

And he kept doing it too. Starting with his clumsy, childish fingers. Baby fat clinging to his digits as he used his bitten nails to scrape the edges clean. Until they started to even out, habit and hard work turning them into slender, calloused tools of his trade. A little treat for himself as he learned the medical trade. It was good, to know that his hands could create even if he could not heal the hurts in others. A small comfort for himself after his patients fell asleep holding his hand, yearning to not be alone with their sickness.

He got some flak for it over the years. Always teasing remarks about how cute he was being. Little flowers and fortune tellers a popular demand when a particularly mischievous brother or sister was bedbound. And Marco would sigh. Teasingly remarking on their ungrateful attitudes even as he was plied with gifts of decorative paper for his little hobby.

They decorated his office shelves. Tucked in corners and atop the spines of medical texts. Peeking behind picture frames or marching along the windowsill of Oyaji’s room. A cavalcade of shapes in a rainbow of colors and prints. Every so often one would be found covered in layers of dust somewhere forgotten and returned to him with a wide grin. Laughter echoing down the halls as Marco racked his brain to remember when he made it.

Officially, he had no favorite paper craft. No beloved origami he had mastered over the years. Just as he had no favorite sibling.

But, if his family had the wherewithal to gather every one of his little treasures from over the years and fill up a room or four with them, there would certainly be an obvious contender.

Starting with the very first one he made with a crooked wing, crumpled lightly from the very hand that had taught him so long ago.

“I saved this one for last, boyo. Hope is… so dangerous to have on the high seas. Without it, you’ll never truly live. But too much and you’ll be too drunk to survive. And this little fella? This is what he’s all about, in a way. They say a thousand paper cranes, each folded with love and care, can grant you a single wish.” She whispered to him softly, guiding his hands over the worn map of some distant island lost to time. “Make as many as you want, it’s important to remember what it means to live—to wish. But never forget the work that goes into them. Wishing—wanting—that’s not even half the journey. Admitting you want something bad enough to dream is but the first step. After that, you still need to fold the paper. And fold it over and over again until it’s fit to fly. And then? And then, little Marco, you need to do it again. Until you have a flock a thousand strong. It can’t be done in a single day. Most won’t have the patience to do it in a lifetime. But one little crane at a time…”

She never finished that sentence.

She sighed, leaning against the pillows of her bed as Marco finished his first little bird in the palm of her hand. His own cradling the bird between their palms and she squeezed gently. Bending the worn paper a little in the cramped space.

Then she let go.

And Marco hadn’t stopped making them since.

Even as he gained his devil fruit. Grew from a boy to a man. They were his little indulgence, the fuzzy memory of a weathered hand clasped in his, paper crinkling between them never far from his mind. It hurt in a good way. A way that his fruit never gave him. A sense of release. A long sigh after a hard day. Sea breeze wrapping around his bare ankles in the hot sun. Endless blue before him with heavy storm clouds littering the horizon behind him.

His office door slammed open.

A boisterous voice practically singing out as Thatch sauntered into his office with a hot meal. It was late. Later than Marco realized. The bubbly, cool fire running thick in his veins. He’d been pushing it as of late, Marco acknowledged reluctantly.

“I come, O’ Great One! With the gift of food~!” Thatch sang, squinting into the dim candlelight of Marco’s office. Free hand hovering ominously over the light switch.

“Do it and I’ll kick you into the sea.” Marco warned. His fruit offering little reprieve from eye strain at this point. Bigger fish to fry, he supposed.

Thatch pouted, nudging the paperwork on his desk aside. Rather than setting down the food, Thatch instead placed his ass there. Wafting about the food Marco still couldn’t quite identify temptingly.

“C’mon, Coco! You’ve been in here for hours! It’s time to eat up and get some rest!” Thatch huffed.

“Stop calling me that.” Marco was ignored, as usual. The nickname a little rare but typically whipped out when Thatch thought he was being an idiot about himself.

“What could possibly be more important than enjoying some good food and even better shut eye? C’mon, I’ll even give you breakfast in bed! Doesn’t that sound scrum-didily-upmtious? This handsome man personally serving you up a hot plate of food in the morning?”

Marco imagined—not Thatch ‘handsomely’ serving anything—but sputtering as seawater ruined his hair. The woeful cries for mercy as he drowned, just a little while, he swears Namur. He deserves it!

Familiar with Thatch’s everything by this point, Marco doubted many would argue that Thatch didn’t deserve just a little waterboarding.

As a treat.

“Sounds like my sleep paralysis demon talking.” Marco drawled, fixing Thatch with a dry stare.

Thatch arched back as though struck, his dramatics nearly sending the food and himself to the floor.

“My own brother! After all the hard work I put into this? Every ounce of love I put into it?” Thatch emphasized, finally lowering the plate enough for Marco to see it was flayed sea king, glazed with honeyed pineapple and served with stuffed potatoes, a hot roll, and a slice of upside-down pineapple cake. A cup of what could be anything from tea to booze to wash it down with.

It looked fucking good. But just for being obnoxious, Marco rolled his eyes.

“Gross.”

That earned him a sharp gasp and playful tears as Thatch attempted to clamber into his lap for apology cuddles. Pressing obnoxious kisses to his face like Thatch was trying to console him from some terrible tragedy that had occurred.

“G-Get the hell off of me, you ass!” Marco sputtered, reeling back as Thatch smashed Marco’s face into his chest with petulant cries of forlorn love.

“—Oh, my poor, stalwart brother! You’ve worked so hard and can’t even accept crumbs of affection! It doesn’t make you any less of a man to cuddle!” Thatch reassured him as any protest was muffled into his shirt. “I promise I won’t think any l-LE—ES--! SHIT! ACK! M-MARCO—NO!”

Marco dug his fingers into Thatch’s unprotected sides, trapping his idiot brother in place for the deserved payback.

“Marco, yes!”

Thatch wriggled fiercely, yelping with every poke and prod as they laughed, eventually knocking back the chair and ending it with Marco wheezing under Thatch’s weight.

Finally, Marco shoved Thatch off into the floor, face aching from the smile they both shared.

“Ugh! Fine! I’ll eat and go to bed, you prick!” Marco huffed, Thatch still giggling beside him.

“Great! I’ll be sure to deliver breakfast to you, as promised~!” Thatch tittered cheekily, dodging the swipe of Marco’s hand.

“The fuck you will!” his fingertips grazing the fabric of Thatch’s sleeves. Still warm with laughter and affection.

Thatch was cold now.

Somehow colder than Marco’s veins as he desperately lifted up the other man into his arms. So much heavier than before, faint breaths wheezing with blood on his lips. Cool blue fire danced over his pale face, sinking in deep with a desperation Marco hadn’t felt in a long time. Hands slick with blood, skin blossoming with feathers and scales. Teetering between bird and man so violently his words were more akin to bird cries.

There were hands pulling him away. Trying to tug his trembling body from curling over Thatch’s cooling corpse. Hot, burning hands ripping him away.

A large hand, firm and steady. A rock in the ocean that beached him with such violence.

A deep, rumbling voice.

“We’ve got it from here, my son. We’ll save him, my boy. Come back to me. Come back to us. We love you.” Those words followed him into the dark. The world shaking as his lungs rattled with sobs.

“We love you…”

There was a beeping.

That was all Marco could think about.

All he could handle.

His hands were wrong. Almost incandescent. The bones vague shadows flickering in gossamer blue light. Gold licking his fingertips as he stroked… something. Lips stiff. Twisting with difficulty out of the pointed beak they were trying to form. Every ragged breath licking across his tongue with a heady weight to it.

There was something in his hands, Marco knew.

It was… thick. A little tepid. Some give until stiff scaffolding within protested. Thin threads slipping beneath a strange, upper layer. A steady, weak thrum beneath his touch.

His eyes burned. He wanted to rip into it, whatever it was. Until it was hot and thrashing and alive—

But a keen slipped from his lips as a rhythmic beeping finally registered properly.

He was at someone’s bedside.

Again.

He was a little deckhand tending to a dying nurse.

No.

He was a man at a bedside.

A friend?

A brother?

He loved them fiercely. Whoever they were.

Marco wanted whoever it was to wake up already. Tease him for losing control like this. Obnoxiously cry about the display of affection that was cutting into Marco’s chest. Turning his lungs to ribbons. Hooking into the arteries of his heart until every thump made him ache for release.

There was a blanket over his shoulders, Marco realized.

How long had he been here? He shifted in the chair and heard paper crinkle.

Fresh, patterned sheets. Traditional ocean waves with little fish peeking here and there. Tiny boats fighting even, arching waves. All in soft blues that transitioned to richer hues, imbuing the artwork with depth and emotion.

It was instinct to reach for the paper. But the weight of a whole person stopped him. Marco looked.

Both his hands were grasping a limp wrist with a faint pulse.

Letting go felt like ripping away his flesh. Piece by piece.

Fold it over and over again.

Marco’s hands were steady despite everything. And it felt like betrayal.

He shouldn’t be able to do anything right now.

Not even breathe.

But his heart kept going. Lungs expanding with the scent of cold antiseptic.

The paper was smooth. Flawless despite the neglect he’d shown it for… however long he’d been sitting at…

Here.

Without it, you’ll never truly live.

She meant this, didn’t she? His family?

Even without a smooth surface, Marco’s hands knew the way. Folding and pinching the edges clean.

No, Marco remembered.

She meant dreams. She meant hope.

Marco knew, deep down, that eventually there would always be a goodbye at the end of their stories. Said or avoided like the plague.

But he expected it…

Marco never wanted to expect it.

He’d rather drown than look forward at a time he’d say goodbye with any one of his precious family members.

The little crane perched between his fingers. Perfect after years of practice.

Marco choked up as he placed it in Thatch’s hand. Gently curling those limp fingers around it’s delicate shape. Calloused hands cradling the bird in a loose cage.

Marco retreated. Shuffling into his dark room. No one stopped him, their gazed burning his hunched shoulders.

In the bottom desk drawer, so rarely opened it almost got stuck, was a single item.

A lopsided paper crane with a bent wing. Stained with faded ink and weathered with age.

Like he was scooping up a live bird, Marco lifted it to his chest. Careful even as he collapsed to the floor.

He cried. Wept like he’d been cut in two with sea stone. Tears gushing out instead of blood. His fire, confused at the agony he was experiencing, danced in the air. Casting dizzying shadows across the space battered with open sobs.

Marco couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t fill his lungs enough between his cries that ached down to his bones and the fire filling his lips with faux heat.

Everything hurt.

Nothing could heal.

He was a little boy again in his father’s arms. Weeping and certain he was dying from grief. Every wail a benediction. A plea against the inevitable. What was already past.

A wish burning in his veins even as shame filled him.

Death was natural. A long sigh at the end of a hard day.

But Marco wanted to hold his breath until he burst. Stop in the middle of a hurricane just to keep feeling the rain.

Parchment protested in his grasp and Marco shot up like he’d been burned.

Opening his palms to find the paper crane bent even further. Flickers of light cast across the ragged edges of ink—no?

Burns.

The bird was smoldering. Fueled by the open air of his shaking hands, it burst into golden fire. Marco wailed, shaken and confused as it lit up. Flying into the air with a trail of burning embers. Dancing in an unseen wind until, before Marco’s blurry eyes, it was gone. As though it was Thatch’s vivre card.

Time stopped. Stuttering as his heel stamped into the ground.

His shoulder nearly slamming into someone.

A door bashing into a wall.

That damn beeping so like Thatch. Annoying and reassuring in its consistent presence.

Nurses crowded Thatch’s bed, arguing over each other as familiar hair rose over them. Wide eyes looking around, face flush with warmth again.

He smiled, that crooked, familiar smile that tugged Marco’s lips into a similar shape.

“Hey, Coco, look! I got a little hospital buddy!” Thatch crowed, voice a soft rasp as he gently held up a small, blue paper crane. Gold catching the light as fire flickered over it’s wingspan. Every cresting wave lined with unnatural color that had not been there before. It seemed as alive as Thatch.

Thatch let out a creaking rush of air as Marco hugged him. Body awkwardly half in his lap as he buried his face into Thatch’s neck. Careful and weak, Thatch curled his arms around Marco’s chest. He smelled of antiseptic, sea salt, and spice.

The storm was behind them now, but there was still time for rain. One breath after another.

Little paper cranes littered across a pirate ship.

Every fold a wish.

Every step hope.

[bananabread63]

As the Family Expands so Does Our Table, Harvest Fest Feast!

“So, how’s instructing going? Have you gotten many clients so far?” Eve asked her daughter as the family ate, deciding that ham was the option this year.

“It’s been slow going honestly, I might need to actually get a job… There’s not really a great way for me to monetize it yet.” Kira was feeling a bit deflated with her dream of being a yoga instructor. Maybe soon there will be a way to own her own studio and could make a living out of it…

“Are you doing alright financially? The farm makes enough money, I could-“

“No, I’m fine. I meant something to keep me busy, and feel like I’m contributing something to the world. I feel like yoga is more of a hobby than a way for me to build my life.” Kira cut her mother off before she could finish. She didn’t want her family’s money. She hasn’t even spent any of her family’s money except when she first moved out, that’s why she’s in a rental. She could have bought a fancy house like her brother, but the bungalow was perfect for her.

“Anything you do will contribute to the world, darling. Don’t sell yourself so short.” Eve smiled at her daughter. Kira forced a smile for her mother, did her mother truly have no idea how much neglect Kira felt growing up? She turned her attention to Goopy, who was animatedly telling a story to her brother and sister-in-law.

“… And when I turned around- BAM! I was right there, inches from Judith Ward. I was maybe I dunno seven maybe eight at the time? And she looked down at me with such disgust and said ‘excuse me, child’” Goopy held his nose with his fingers to imitate her accent. “And I just looked at her not moving- shitting my pants. Eventually she pushed me out of the way and I fell and the cameras went nuts taking photos! That night headlines were ‘Five Star Drama Queen Loses Patience w/ child star’ my parents loved it; my dad didn’t even get nominated for a Starlight Acolyte that year. Yet here he was all over the tabloids.” Goopy recounted one of the many times he had been to a red-carpet event with his famous family.

“No way, I remember that! That was you? I was a kid and I remember hating her. That’s crazy, so did she hold it against you all? I feel like that’s something she would do.” Marie was so interested in Goopy’s life growing up as the son of Thorne Bailey and Octavia Moon. That, and the fact that she was trying to hide the fact that her and Victor aren’t currently speaking to one another. The couple have been bickering a lot lately, mostly due to Victor working too hard with his own ranch. He was actively seeking a mare for Snow so he could breed the award-winning stallion which would add more to his plate. It seemed everyone in the house had his attention more than her- Snow, Demario, and even Brandy the barn cat they adopted. Marie voiced her feelings with him and he got defensive and blew up, that was last night.

“Oh, big time! All the handlers for the stars knew and tried to work hard to keep her away from our whole family. It was absolutely absurd the lengths everyone would go to just to keep her away from us.” Goopy laughed thinking back.

“Thanks for having us, guys, it was really great to spend so much time in this place.” After dinner, surprisingly Kira and Goopy weren’t the first ones to leave. Marie had gone upstairs to gather the sleeping infant leaving Victor to his good byes with his parents.

“You guys can come over absolutely any time, my love.” Eve hugged her eldest tight; the legacy may have been a matriarchy but that didn’t mean Eve didn’t hold a special place in her heart for her only son.

“Everything alright, son? You and Marie seemed not yourselves.” Yoltic asked, he could see the tension between his son and daughter-in-law. It seemed those two were always flirting, or touching each other, but not today.

“Yeah, we just had a fight last night and we haven’t really made up yet. No biggie.” Victor reassured his father, but despite being unconvinced Yoltic didn’t press the issue farther.

“Auntie Kira! Have you seen my ducky?” Marcella asks as she crawls onto the couch next to her.

“No baby, let me see!” Kira asked enthused, but Marcella’s hands were empty.

“I losted it, and uh it was- uhm.. it had. Uhm, It was in the baff wif me, but it’s not there!” Bruce bounced with excitement as he tried to spit out the words.

“Brucey, you gotta slow down bud.” Kaylyn told her son with a laugh. “He’s so incredibly smart, but I think his brain moves too fast for his words to keep up sometimes.” Kaylyn shook her head.

“I can’t believe how much personality they each have. It’s incredible how the body and mind grow.” Kira felt more connected to her niece and nephew just then. Her whole life she had been so high maintenance, but these little sims made her think more about her own life and what she might want out of it. The idea of a family sounded more appealing, especially now with someone she might want to share it with…  

“It was so nice to have you come hang out with us, truly I wish we had more time together as kids. This was nice.” Kaylyn smiled as she hugged her sister tightly, they had a great relationship growing up, but they were never really that close.

“It actually was nice to be here, I enjoyed hanging out with Brucey and Cella.”

“Hey Kaylyn, I have a number I want to give you. One of my buddies has a studio in Del Sol Valley, and I told him you would be calling him. I told him he had to see you play, and he promised to give you a slot. I know you said you had to stay here, but I think you should really consider spending some time in Del Sol Valley. You’re way more talented than most of them.” Goopy had come around the corner from the restroom.

“Thanks, I appreciate it. I’ll give him a call, but I can’t actually stay in Del Sol Valley.” Kaylyn didn’t expect to call this guy, but took the number anyway.

“Just think about it, if my dad can win six acolytes for my mother’s words- you deserve an acolyte more than one.” Goopy gave her the contact info and the couple left.

[this-is-krikkit]

Hey Sunshine ☀️

Late again for the ask game (it's not even funny anymore atp). Truth and dare: 🍄 for Erumike, Soukoku & Victuuri + 🌿

Bises

thanks Val, dw no lateness in these matters!

-> wanna play writers truth and dare with me?

🍄 share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

erumike: okay i'm sorry if this is just hair facial bias, but they strike me as hella kinky. i think Mike was the one who tried to get Erwin out of his comfort vanilla zone first, because he just wanted to experiment, and then he unleashed a beast that he hasn't been able to control since then (unless it's a scene where Erwin lets him, you know, everytone's a switch and all that) which is his pleasure, pun intended. i think they're able to have sweet tender sex as well, but they're just very into letting out their frustrations onto each other in this consensual way. also, how hot would they both look in leather? yeah, good luck getting over that visual now 😏

soukoku: Chuuya was actually, deep down (not even that deep) glad that Dazai left, at least for Dazai's own good. you know how much our Chuuya's a self sacrificing loyal babygorl, right? well, i'm sure it pained him that Dazai didn't ask him to come with after Oda's death, but I'm also genuinely convinced he was happy for it because he couldn't have picked between his loyalty to Dazai and his loyalty to the PM. it's actually oddly kind of Dazai not to have put him through that choice, but from his pov really, it's a no brainer: does he tug on Chuuya's hand hard enough to risk tearing his heart in two between his partner and his found family to drag him into a light Chuuya's not anywhere close to convinced he'll ever belong in, making them both even more dependent on each other than they already were and giving Them a real shot in the process (with the high probability that they don't work out and, worst case scenario, his ever loyal Chuuya ends up deciding to leave him?) or does he kill the barely explored possibility of him and Chuuya together for real while he can, does he inflict Chuuya and himself that much damage now as his own choice and leave without a trace, offering himself up as the traitor everyone (read, Chuuya) will despise for his defection for years to come when he was always more used to being feared or hated than liked anyway? was there really any hope he'd choose otherwise, knowing 18yo Dazai's (who hasn't yet known much of the light he craves) proclivity for self-hatred and self-harm? anyway that got deep, my hc is they're both idiots in love. bye.

victuuri : Victor is the one who suggests they get married at Yuuri's parents' Onsen, which Yuuri thinks is a kind gesture and very moving because his parents can't travel too far for too long because of their job. still he can't help but think Victor is compromising there for his sake, so he tries and suggest other places he thinks he might like better (Victor and Chris can't stop talking about celebrity spring weddings in the south of France, which Yuuri really doesn't get but yk, this isn't just about him) and when he does his fiancé just casually goes "we have time to change our mind of course, but it makes sense to me to to get married at the Onsen; it's where i fell in love with you! besides, we need Vicchan's spirit there with us on that day, because you know our girl Makka's going to need help controlling her stage anxiety as ring bearer, poor thing" which. well. you can imagine how Yuuri receives that information (if not, i'll redirect you to Phichit's social media the next day as he livetweets his phone call with a sobbing mess Yuuri and gushes over Victor's unique sense of logic)

🌿 give some advice on writer's block and low creativity

i really don't think you need my advice on that front Val! but i'd say get the fuck out of fandom, go out and touch some grass/snow/ocean water, throw yourself into your job, start learning a new hobby... if you're anything like me, your creativity is a nasty attention hoe who will come back to life the moment you dare focus on something else and run back to you with apologies and about 30 new wip ideas in tow 😁

otherwise, get a fever. guaranteed you'll write something though there's a 50/50 chance you'll realize it's bullshit once you're sickness-free and editing it (i'm not at that stage yet muahahaha)

[deadlymodern]

*taps mic*

Umm, hello. Welcome to my presentation.

Hi! ✨

Since I'm rebranding and starting a new "volume" of my story, I decided to create a master recap for you lads. I think this was also a good moment to post this because I've received some new followers/readers that might be confused on what the fuck is happening.

Honestly, this was the only way I could make it work hfudihhiudf. Hope it was useful.

Obviously this recap doesn't have half the lore or depth you'd get from reading the whole story, but it should be enough to refresh your memory and/or for you to get into Where the Waves Crash without being clueless!

I'll place some links here, anyways, just in case someone is interested:

STORY'S MAIN PAGE | FULL STORY CHRONO | CHARACTER'S PAGE

✨ I'll also place a more complete written version of this recap with links to key chapters under the cut ✨

Thank you all for the support on the "rebrand", it really has made me feel even more inspired and motivated to continue with this hobby 🥺💙 

BETHANY

Beth was born to a family of farmers in Brindleton, a coastal village in rural England.

She’d help around the farm and care for her two younger brothers, Edward and Matthew, while also attending school, by her mother's request. 

At school, she became very close to her friend, Mary.

Her mother passed away during the birth of her youngest brother, Phillip. For that reason, her father, Edgar, pulled her out of school.

Mary would visit and sleep over often to keep her company.

As time passed, Beth realized she had romantic feelings for her friend. Even though they were reciprocated, Mary’d always push her away.

Before leaving to Finishing School, Mary accepted her feelings. The two girls began a romantic relationship.

While the girls were apart, Beth got to know William - a young man she met previously - better. They became good friends. She also developed a smoking habit through him.

Without her father’s approval, Beth attempted to get into the local College for a literature course, but failed her exam.

After a heated argument, Beth made a deal with her father to get married in exchange of permission to retake the exam and get a higher education.

While Mary was in Bridleton for the holidays, Beth officially proposed to her by giving her her later mother’s ring.

Beth kept writing weekly letters, but got confused and hurt when Mary suddenly stopped writing back.

Her father told her the truth about his nervousness in allowing her to pursue higher education, which made her feel even more emotionally trapped.

Adding up to it, her dear friend William asked for her hand in marriage, leaving her  lonely and lost 

Finally, she learnt about Mary’s engagement and reached a breaking point. Not enough to make her cry, but a breaking point nonetheless.

Beth is left unsure of what she will do with her life. She knows she has a choice to make, but she’d rather not have to make any decisions ever again.

MARY

Mary met Beth when they were 6 years old, on their way to school.

She was the one who instigated their first kiss. And their second. But also pushed her away once or twice due to fear.

She came to terms with her feelings before she left to Finishing School in Germany.

And kept in touch with Beth weekly through letters.

During her Winter break, Mary travelled back home. She then promised to leave everything behind and be with Beth once finished.

For that reason, Mary denied her suitor’s proposal. 

Her father, Charles, became suspicious and found her exchanged letters, which led to him blackmailing Mary into becoming engaged.

Mary wrote a last letter to Beth explaining the situation, but it was intercepted by the School’s headmistress, by Charles’ request.

Believing that Beth is informed, Mary goes on with her parent’s preparations for her wedding and gets ready for her School graduation.

TIMOTHY

Tim had been a close acquaintance of Mary for years and was expected to become her husband one day.

He was told to propose to her. She denied him at first, but said yes the second time.

Tim mentioned a family holiday to Normouth in July, and Mary’s father took the opportunity to set a date and location to their wedding.

During his last month in town, Tim went to an exhibit where he saw Will and Beth. He, then, bought a Kodak from William’s father. 

Tim is currently on his way to his family’s estate in Normouth for their holidays. Mary’s family is expected to join them in a couple of weeks.

WILLIAM

William met Beth during Mary’s 16th birthday ball.

He was the one who instigated her to pursue an higher education.

He is currently  in a Business major at Battlemere College as a request from his father, but is truly passionate about film. Here & here.

Started to fall in love with Beth as their friendship grew. Here and here.

Which eventually led to him proposing to Beth. 

William is yet to receive Beth’s answer, but is patiently waiting for it.

EDWARD

In childhood, Ned had a good relationship with his older sister.

They had a fall back once he announced he didn’t want a higher education.

Ned began noticing his sister’s suspicious behaviours, but always failed in an attempt to reconnect/get her to speak to him about it.

And, as time went by, the contrast between his and his siblings’ beliefs became more apparent.

Already suspicious of his sister’s relationship with Mary, Ned attempted to get on her good side by comforting her. Yet, it only pushed her away even more.

SUSANNA

Sue was a good friend of Beth’s, even though they’ve always had different opinions. It was through this friendship that Sue met Ned.

Sue and Ned weren’t very close in childhood. But they developed good communication and, eventually, fell in love.

They got engaged but were told to wait until Beth was wedded to be able to marry.

Even though the wedding was on stand-by, preparations were still being made.

After the Norman family’s horse passed away, Edward’s father decided to reconsider his decision and allowed Ned and Sue to set a date for the wedding so they could use Sue’s dowry to afford a new horse.

Sue is eagerly waiting for her dream Autumn wedding and her life alongside Ned and his family.

MATTHEW

Matt always felt different and distant from his family. He’s an introverted person, which made him very observant. 

He started to notice how his sister was treated differently from their brothers.

Matt backed Beth up in every situation against their father’s conservative views and helped her keep herself educated, in case she’d retake her exam. Here and here

He had a brief relationship with a local girl named Charlotte.

But, a couple of years later, was spotted kissing a man by lake Battlemere - though people couldn’t identify him.

He kept pretending nothing happened, in an attempt to get things to normal, and eventually got accepted into the local College.

Finally, he told Beth the truth about his sexuality.

Matt is very excited to introduce his boyfriend to Beth and to finally move out of their farm.

PHILLIP & DOROTHY

Phillip’s mother died giving birth to him.

He found comfort getting involved with music from an early age. He later learnt it was a shared interest with his late mother. 

In the music group, he met Dorothy, a young girl from Willow Creek, USA.

Beth helped him bake biscuits to Dottie in an attempt to make her feel a bit better after the pub incident. 

Dorothy became friends with Phillip due to their common interest in music.

She Helped Phillip start getting some closure on the guilt he feels for his mothers death.

During a night out, Dottie was harassed by a man. Phillip tried defending her, but things couldn’t be fixed so simply. They talked about it as the encounter scared them both - on different levels. 

At the moment, Flip and Dottie are very good friends. Flip is infatuated by her, but is trying to suppress it because he knows she is still overwhelmed by the pub incident. Dottie is concerned with her reputation around the village.

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Miguel Diaz fluff alphabet

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

Miguel loves your smile. He’s a funny guy and he thinks your smile lights up a room so he makes it his mission to make you laugh as much as possible. If you have some crooked teeth, he thinks it’s adorable. Also, looking at your smile makes him think about your lips which just makes him want to kiss you.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

Yes, after he gets a stable job. He would love kids but he doesn’t want to be like his dad and end up abandoning his family so he would make extra sure he could support the child and you and makes a conscious effort to be there for his family no matter what. Asking about their day, being involved in their sports/clubs/hobbies, making snacks when they have friends over. He just wants to be the Cool Dad ™ and would probably try to teach them karate before they could even sit up.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

He loves to have you sit between his legs and lean back against his chest so he can wrap his arms around you and make sure you’re always safe and warm. It’s the perfect position for movies, video games, deep conversations, baths. He will also often come up behind you at a party and hold you like this if someone is hitting on you or if you look uncomfortable or bored. He can whisper little jokes in your ear or kiss you on the cheek.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

He loves fun dates. You both have always found fancy dinner dates really awkward. He likes something where you guys can move around, do activities, and just let loose. The go-to’s are usually mini golf, the arcade, the zoo, or just a nice picnic in the park. He often gets you little gifts before dates, though, like flowers, a stuffed animal, or a cool rock he found. His Yaya taught him never to show up for a date empty handed. And he’s a total gentleman, never making you uncomfortable or rushing things. Miguel keeps his hands to himself unless instructed otherwise.

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…)

You are my sunshine. As cheesy as it is, Miguel sees you as the shining light in his life. You make everything better, whether that’s an injury, a bad day at school, or losing a fight at training. He knows he can always go to you and be distracted by your beautiful smile.

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

Miguel first knew he was in love with you when you met his family for the first time. They invited you over for dinner one night and he told you his Yaya didn’t speak much english, so you asked him to teach you some spanish so you could talk with her. It wasn’t perfect, you made lots of grammar mistakes and really only said a couple sentences to her, but the effort you made combined with the smile on Yaya’s face made him fall absolutely head-over-heels.

If you already speak spanish, it would be seeing you talk with his Yaya and joke around with her over dinner.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

The most gentle boy on the face of the Earth. Like I said earlier, Miguel keeps his hands to himself unless you tell him otherwise. The first time you guys kiss, he barely moves a muscle. You had to grab his hands and put them on your waist. Even now, when he’s teaching you karate, he refuses to hit or grab you, so you honestly don’t really learn anything lol and if you’re sick or sleeping, he’s like a feather, so scared to disturb you. It’s like touching a kitten honestly

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

All. The. Time. He’s not too big on PDA, except for hand-holding. This is how he lets everyone know you’re taken without seeming possessive or gross. Miguel will grab your hand at the mall, at school, while y’all are cuddling, at the beach, literally whenever you’re in arm’s reach from him, he’s holding your hand.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

Miguel’s first impression of you is that you’re this bright ray of sunshine. He’s drawn to you like a magnet. Your eyes, your smile, your laugh! And when he finally works up the nerve to say hi (Strike first!) he thinks his heart might actually melt. When you actually laugh at the joke he makes and hold out your hand to introduce yourself, he turns bright red and can barely speak omfg this poor boy. But luckily you think it’s sweet and keep talking to him.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

He did at first, we’ve all seen how he acts with Sam and Robby, but you lay down the law. You have to tell him that it’s not cool, it makes people uncomfy, and then he finally starts to work on it. Now he’s better. He still feels jealous sometimes, but he trusts you and can control himself a bit more.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

So your first kiss. You were giving him The Look for like 10 minutes straight and he never made a move. He just stared at you. So you had to be the first one to actually lean in, but once you did, he met you halfway. His kisses match his personality. Sweet, gentle, and goofy, but with a more dominant, aggressive side if you know how to bring it out ;)

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

He did. After you had dinner with his family and he realized he loved you, he told you almost immediately. This boy just wears his heart on his sleeve. He was walking you home and when you got to your house and turned around to kiss him goodnight, he had a funny look on his face. When you asked him what was wrong he kind of went ILOVEYOU! Really fast and you had to make him say it again slower because you thought he had a stroke or smth lmaooo but once he took a deep breath and said it more clearly, you jumped on him and kissed his whole face and said it back a hundred times.

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

When he first introduced you to Sensei Lawrence. He thought Sensei was gonna be super mean and make fun of you, but turns out you guys had a lot in common. You loved 80’s rock music, and responded to his sass with even more sass. Johnny almost couldn’t believe Miguel was able to get such a cool babe. You guys all had lunch after taking a tour of the dojo, and it was a super fun day! You all drove around in Johnny’s car with the windows down listening to Guns ‘n Roses.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

Miguel spoils you in his own little way. His family isn’t as fortunate as others, but he still finds ways to make you feel special. Instead of a diamond necklace, he gives you a cool rock he found outside and cleaned up. Instead of taking you to expensive restaurants, he spends all day cooking with Yaya to make a nice picnic for you guys to have on the beach. And he saves up to buy you nice gifts for your birthday or anniversary.

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

Rose gold. You’re so beautiful to him and have this natural charm that everyone falls for. You’re so radiant and yet soft and unique. He just love love loves you.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

Sweety, sweetheart, baby, gorgeous, and Princess during more intimate moments.

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

80’s rock music. He learns to love it through Sensei Lawrence. He even saves up to buy a record player so he can feel more connected to the past.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

Build blanket forts, cuddle, bake cookies, he might even let you put makeup on him if you ask nice.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

Humor. He loves cracking jokes and lightening the mood. If you’re ever feeling down you know you can go to him and he will turn that frown upside down in mere minutes. Honestly even just being in his presence makes you happier. He cheers himself up by working out, taking some alone time to get his feelings out, and then going out with some friends or with you.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

Umm, karate! Duh lol the boy is obsessed with it. Also superhero movies, video games, his day, he’s honestly kind of a rambler. He can talk about anything and everything if he’s nervous enough. Let’s not forget the gas station scene in season 1…

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

You, dark rooms, white noise, puppies, linen scented candles, his mom’s cooking.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

His new muscles. Ever since joining Cobra Kai, he’s gotten pretty ripped and now it’s a struggle to get him to keep his shirt on. He worked hard for that body, he wants people to see how good he looks!

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

After college, he takes you on a hike up to this ridge overlooking a lake. It’s fall, the leaves are changing colors, and there’s no one around. You guys have been holding hands the whole time, but his hand is super sweaty even though it’s like 50 degrees out. You guys finally get to the top of the ridge and he grabs both your hands and tells you all the things he loves about you. This boy basically recites your whole love story, and as soon as he sticks his hand in his pocket you know what’s going on. He barely even got the box out of his pocket before you were jumping on him screaming Yes! You guys fell to the ground and he stopped you so he could officially get the words out. You were both crying, it was very beautiful.

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

More Than Words by Extreme. You guys dance to this at your wedding.

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

Absolutely. Y’all marry pretty young, like right out of college. He knew you were gonna get married on the first date.

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

Iguana. He thinks they’re like little dinosaurs! He would name it Wade because we know he loves Deadpool.

[blubberingmess]

Magnet fishing (Bucky x reader)

Summary: you have a hobby and that is magnet fishing, always expecting a few metal scraps and weird, random thingies but one thing you didn't expect at all is a man with a metal arm.

Word count: 1787

Note: I don't doubt a person with a single neodymium magnet disk could lift someone like Bucky out of a lake... possible but tough.(just an opinion)

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You finally have a place you could call yours, a bit far out from the nearest village but it's fine, you like the serene atmosphere this small secluded place gives.

The said place you are talking about is just a small cabin, old but still livable. Plus, it's warm and still sturdy after years of abandonment. You got the cabin for less than what you've expected which is quite a steal.

When you decided to buy the place, the seller's eyes almost roll out from their sockets at how wide his eyes went. It got you confused and asked why, and the answer is kinda weird and also downright ridiculous.

An organization called "Hydra" once scouted the area for years a few decades ago, looking for something rather important. Up until now, rumors spreads around that what this Hydra organization were looking for is still out there.

No one dared to go anywhere near the location, not even the bravest of souls. it's a ghost story the adults tells the children whenever they got curious about the said place, that a monster is resting beneath the waters of the frozen lake-- exactly where the cabin is just a few meters away--, ready to attack the person who is stupid enough to trespass it's sanctuary.

"--Who is stupid enough to trespass it's sanctuary," the old man finished, eyes narrowing at you as he emphasized the word 'stupid'. You just nodded your head and thanked the man, grabbed the keys to the cabin and walked away.

It's not just the solitude from civilization that got you interested in this so called 'sanctuary of the unknown', it's becasue of the frozen lake - You're a magnet fisherman--woman--, a hobby of yours. It's illegal on some places so you don't do it quite often despite having a permit, also, you have your own business back in your hometown - winery.

Magnet fishing is a dirty work and most of the time leaves you with just metal scraps, nails, and a few rocks. But the satisfaction you felt is oh so great when you got something more valuable; some lost things and some antiques that values a hefty amount of cash.

So when you heard about the lake, the cabin; both a mile and a half away from the nearest village, you immediately packed all your things and bid your family and friends goodbye back in your hometown.

"Let's check this baby out!" You grinned, pulling out your newly bought neodymium magnet disk from your bag and a long nylon rope. Thankfully, some part of the lake is already melted so you don't have to break the ice yourself.

(Fun fact: neodymium magnet is the most widely used type of rare-earth magnets, also used as jewelry clasps. But they do not significantly attract gold, aluminium, and silver. Which I didn't know until I made this fic. *shrugs*)

It's been a good ten minutes and your magnet still haven't caught anything. Huffing in slight frustration, you hauled your magnet back from the water and changed your position to the other side of the lake.

Once again, throwing the magnet as far as you can and mentally pat yourself in back when it submerged quite far off from where you are standing.

It didn't took you long before you felt something stick to your magnet, a slight pull of the rope indicates it. As you tried to haul the magnet back up, you were shocked at the weight. It's almost unrelenting that you feared it'll slip off from the magnet and with a lake like this, there's a little chance your magnet will find it again.

"Easy, easy," you whispered to yourself, calming your nerves before giving a firm yet strong tug. It works as you felt the mystery metal goes unstuck to wherever it was. Carefully pulling the disk back to the surface with much more effort than you would've though, you finally caught a glimpse of metal - a bit rusty but still shiny looking.

Slowly, you took a step forward all while still gathering the rope and almost stumble down on the thick snow when you noticed what the metal is; a hand. It didn't stop you as you kept on pulling, to the point where the hand finally hits the snow and realized that it's not just a hand.

It's okay, you thought to yourself. It's just an arm shaped metal, must be from a statue.

But you are wrong. As you cautiously walked towards it, you catch sight of something that makes your heart jumps out from your chest and it's definitely not in a good way.

The metal arm that you thought was just from a statue is actually connected to a person; a man - a dead, frozen man

"Holy shit!"

You gulped, staring down at the frozen corpse in front of you. From his chest down still submerged in the cold, icy water. The cold air seeping through your thick clothes yet your palms are sweating as you stand there not knowing what to do, hands tightly wrapped on the nylon rope, just staring at a dead man with a metal for an arm.

This is terrifying, you need to call the police. You mentally groaned remembering that there's no signal around here, but you have your snowmobile so you could use that instead.

Contemplating if you should make a run for it and call the cops from the village or just kick the corpse back in the lake and walk away like nothing happened; maybe even book the next flight back home.

Sadly, you can't do the latter... corpse float.

The magnet is still attached to the metal arm so you gave a strong tug hoping it would separate from the corpse, but sadly, it wouldn't budge.

A small curse and another pull.

A loud curse and another stronger pull.

Frustrated, you were about to scream-- maybe even cry-- when you suddenly saw movements coming from the metal arm, precisely, the fingers. It twitched and so does his body, you grew terrified when his head slightly turned to the side, his back slowly rising and falling, breathing weakly.

"Holy... shit."

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.

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"Hi officer, yes, he's alive. I saw- I mean, caught the man from the lake with a magnet disk..." You groaned and shake your head, downing the rest of you wine.

You can't just mention a magnet disk, you don't know if magnet fishing is legal in this part of country - or should you say area.

Fuck me. Forgot to ask permission.

It's been four days since you hauled the man from frozen lake, changed him from his wet, heavy looking of what seems to be his tactical gear to something comfortable; an oversize shirt(on you, it is) and a baggy pair of sweatpants. Not an easy task but you managed to do it.

The man, he isn't some normal fellow you'd see anywhere. There's something more, maybe he's the "something" Hydra is looking for? Is he the ghost? Impossible, it's been decades since that happened. The organization stopped looking for him decades ago.

Who is he? Why does he have a metal arm?

Questions began running around inside your head, different kinds of possibilities that mostly lead you if not in jail; six feet under. Just the thought of it makes you want to vomit and choke on it until you pass out - maybe you could receive some kind of pity and let you off the hook.

You felt yourself slightly gag at the thought of choking on your own vomit.

"The only things I'll ever be choking on is pizza and my future husband's dick," you grumbled to yourself, glaring down at the empty glass in your hand before sighing and turning around.

You suddenly come face to face the man you called 'corspe' multiple times in your head four days ago for twenty minutes, standing strong and tall, an aura that practically screams "touch me and I'll break your neck."

He watch you watch him in fear and curiosity, body rigid and alert for what's about to happen.

What's about to happen?

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Ten years later...

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"And that's how I met your father," you finished the story, grinning down at the little girl in front of you.

She 'oh'ed, staring up at you with her big sea blue eyes, full of curiosity and amazement. "So he's the ghost?" She asked with her squeaky voice, grabbing the last cookie from the paper plate between the two of you and began munching on it.

You chuckled. "I would say 'a really clumsy man who fell from a flying helicopter while running away from the bad guys' but yeah, sure."

"Awesome," she whispered-yelled making you laugh at her cuteness, scooting closer towards your daughter to wipe off the crumbs from her cheek.

"So this is where my girls are hiding." A familiar voice sounded from the small entrance of the tree house. Looking over, you saw your husband climbing up the ladder.

"We're not hiding, daddy!"

"Of course you're not, princess." He sat himself beside your daughter and raised a brow at you, a smile on his face. "But your mother here is."

"I'm not hiding, daddy," you repeated your daughter's words, fluttering your eyelashes at him with a grin on your face, biting your lips to prevent yourself from laughing.

His eyes darkens but he kept the smile on his face, pretending he didn't caught the look on your face he know all too well. "Yes you are, honey. Anyways, what are you two talking about?"

"The day you first met!" Your daughter beamed.

"Really?" Buck's eyes flickered at you for a moment as he spoke.

The little girl nodded her head enthusiastically. "Yup! It's so romantic," she sighed dreamily but she frowned when she pat the paper plate and found it clear from those delicious cookies Wanda baked for her.

"Oh, the cookies are gone, can I get some more, mommy?"

"Okay, sweetie. Be careful on your way down."

The two of you watched your daughter climbs down the ladder with ease, already familiar of the steps and the safe places to put her feet on.

After a moment of silence, Bucky speaks up. "You didn't told her about me frozen under the lake for three decades, did you?"

"Nah. Told her I saved you from drowning while I'm fishing at a random lake; miraculously woken you up with a kiss."

"That sounds ridiculous."

"Also, don't worry, I didn't tell her I jumped your bones on the fifth day of knowing you."

@jasondean1972 I saw you reblogging and liking my posts while I'm editing this, and I love it 💛 don't worry, I think I'll be making my android!Bucky one-shot a series.

[hermit-pistol]

conspiracies and confessions (mista x reader)

This is for @honey-pea as the result of the 100 follower raffle! Yes it’s goofy...but I love it so- enjoy!  :>

You never thought that you would ever become a member of a gang, yet here you are. When Bruno Bucciarati asked you, just a common pickpocket, to become a member of Passione, you couldn't believe it. 

"You're joking, right?" 

"Passione is no joke. I think that you would fit in well. While we may have differing backgrounds, I treat my gang like family." 

He wasn't joking about that, once you passed Polpo's test and gained a "stand" of your very own, the other members of the gang welcomed you, surprisingly.

There was Narancia, an energetic young boy, Fugo, a little reserved in nature, Abbacchio, who hated your guts (or so you thought, anyway), and Mista. 

Oh, Mista. 

You probably got along the best with him. You two had the most in common, he was just so easy to talk to! More often than not you would be up until the early hours of the morning giggling about some stupid internet videos or chatting about the latest gossip. 

You would be lying to yourself if you said there were times where you thought of him as more than a friend. But, you didn't want to spoil the good relationship that you already had, although it may have been platonic in nature. 

Until then, you appreciated what you had.

----

It had been a little over a year since you joined Bruno's gang, and you could say that you had really found your home there. Another member had joined as well, going by the name of Giorno Giovanna. He was good, strong both physically and mentally, and was your team's secret weapon as of late. 

Given the nature of the missions from the boss lately, your group had been living in a tiny room inside of a turtle for longer than you would have liked. Between missions, everyone was grumpy and irritable, either camping out on the couches or floor or complaining that there weren't enough drinks in the mini-fridge. 

It also didn't help that Trish Una, the boss' daughter that they were in charge of protecting... was extremely demanding. 

After a couple of weeks of living in the furthest thing from paradise, Bruno decided that it was time for a change. 

"I've booked us a place for a couple of nights." It seemed as if everyone breathed a collective sigh of relief. "It's only fair since we've been working so hard lately." 

"Is there a pool?? I wanna go swimming!" Narancia all but yelled as he stood up from where he was slumped on the couch, excitement shone in his eyes. 

"Did you get a hotel, Bucciarati?" Abbacchio leaned back in his chair, folding his arms behind his head. 

"I didn't, the boss did. He's looked so favorably upon us that we each get our own rooms too." He raised his eyebrows, which could barely be seen behind his bangs. "Pretty neat, huh?" 

"It's about time that we got some reward for our hard work!" Mista pumped his fist into the air. Sex Pistols cheered as well, probably at the thought of all the gourmet food that they were about to eat. 

"When do we get to go?" You asked, never looking up from your book. You had started it that morning. 

"Tonight, actually. Be ready to check-in in about an hour or so." You could hear a loud 'YAY' from under Mista's hat. How cute! 

---

Within the next hour, you were laying on a plush hotel bed, continuing your reading. Bruno, Giorno, Trish, and Abbacchio were relaxing in their own rooms, but you distinctly remember Narancia saying that he was going to drag Mista and Fugo into the swimming pool. He had also asked you to go, but at that time you had found that you preferred the quiet company of a book compared to screaming children (Narancia included) at a public pool. 

It was about the paranormal, one of your favorite subjects. Nothing beats reading about creepy facts in a hotel room in the early evening, right? Your mind was racing when you heard a knock on the door. 

Throwing your book on the bed, you padded along the plush carpeting to the doorway, looking outside the peephole. It was Mista, looking around. A big smile crept onto your features as you undid the deadbolt. "Helloooo~ welcome to my crib." You giggled at your stupidity. 

Thankfully, Mista appreciated your goofy sense of humor. "You dork, if you're gonna talk to me like that for the rest of the night I should probably leave." He said in a serious tone, obviously joking. 

"Yeah, be my guest." You settled back into your comfy spot in the middle of the bed. "I thought that you were going to be at the pool with the other guys?" 

"Eh, I told them that I would join them in a little bit. The Pistols wouldn't stop complaining about wanting to see you, though." He took off his hat momentarily to let out his mischievous stand. They circled around you chanting your name. "We've missed you!" they spoke in unison. 

"I saw you all yesterday. Talk about clingy." You giggled. "I've just been reading." 

"Ooh what about?" Mista asked as he sat down on the bed next to you. You always loved when he was interested in your hobbies.

"It's about creepy stuff. Did you know that if you wake up in the middle of the night it could be because your body senses someone was staring at you?" 

"I did not, but that's absolutely terrifying." He let out a nervous laugh. "Uh...now that the adrenaline is kicking in we should read it together. I didn't need sleep tonight anyways." 

"Good idea." You opened the book, with the Sex Pistols nestling themselves in between the two of you. 

After reading for about 30 minutes or so, Mista pointed out one interesting fact himself. He was so close to you, and you hoped that he didn't hear your racing heart. 

"It says that to avoid the influences of mind control, you should craft a hat out of...tinfoil?" Pffft. "Y/N I know what we have to do now." 

"Oh yeah? Where are we gonna get it? I most certainly don't have any tinfoil on me..." 

"Abbacchio. He has to have some. He does all sorts of crazy shit to his hair." You shrugged your shoulders. You decided to let him take responsibility as the two of you left your room to make the short walk down the hall. 

One embarrassing encounter later, you had learned that Abbacchio did not have your 'fucking stupid tinfoil' and proceeded to cuss you out accordingly.

Luckily, the little convenience store down the road carried some. You picked up a pair of scissors as well, and were soon walking back to the hotel laughing about what was to come. 

"Okay Pistols, do you guys want hats too?" Mista asked once the two of you had returned to the room. They all squealed with joy. Well, there was your answer. 

You un-boxed the scissors and started cutting the first strip of the foil. It made such a satisfying sound. 

You started with 6 small strips for each of the pistols. Once they were cut, you formed the easily-malleable substance into small cones. 

"C'mere guys." You placed each one on their heads, which fit perfectly. Next you set to work making two larger ones for Mista and yourself. 

"Mista look at me!" Number 7 floated around the comforter.

"MEEESTA! Number 3 ripped my hat!" Number 5 cried as he sat on your shoulder. The thought of knowing that he wouldn't be susceptible to mind control comforted him even though his hat was’t in the best condition.

You stopped your work and examined his hat. "Number 5, it looks fine to me. Big Brother won't pierce your brain waves today. Dry those tears." 

"O-okay." He sniffled. By this point you had finished the hats. You and Mista decided to take pictures of each other to see how ridiculous you looked. 

"I look like a pointy toe." You laughed out loud as you walked to the bathroom mirror. "Let's take a picture together!" 

"Alright." He was at your side, and just before you took the picture he decided to sling an arm around you. In the moment you jumped, therefore ruining the picture. "Lemme see! You gotta send this to me." 

You looked at the result of your stupidity: a blurry picture produced by shaky hand syndrome. "Uh, let's take another one." You readied your camera, determined to make memories. 

This time when Mista put his arm around you you didn't even flinch. It felt...natural. 

The two of you were having a good time until the power went out. You could barely see your hand in front of your face, and the Pistols started screaming. "M-mista!" You could hear the whimpers of Number 5 from the other room. 

"I'm coming guys!" Mista called. "Y/N gimme your hand." You reached around the bathroom blindly, and instead made contact with his exposed midriff. Oops. 

"Sorry, sorry!" You could hear the humility in your voice as you trailed your touch over his arm to eventually reach his hand. It felt quite warm. Yours were just clammy from being a nervous wreck. 

Soon all of you were huddled together on the bed again, using cell phones for lighting. "A hotel having a power outage..seems a little strange, don't you think?" You asked. 

"Is this our next conspiracy?" Mista smirked. You still couldn't take him seriously with his tinfoil hat on. 

"Yes, Mista. The conspiracy of the idiot in the hotel room. How spooky." Your heart stopped when you heard the scratching on the door. 

"W-what was that."

"You're asking me?" Through the dim phone screen lights, you could see a worried expression cross his handsome features. "I guess that means that we have to check it out." 

"We? This is all you buddy." You gave him a playful shove, although the tone present in your voice was anything but. 

Mista got up and straightened out his outfit. He walked up to the peephole on shaky legs. "There's..no one here." He breathed a sigh of relief. 

"That's weird." You relaxed a little, the Pistols curling up in your arms, tinfoil hats scratching you.

That's when the thumping started. 

Mista was still at the door terrified. "Come here!" You mouthed, and he wasted no time in sprinting back to the bed. "Mista, I'm kind of freaked out." 

"It's okay, I am too." He opened his arms, inviting you in. You fell into them without a second thought. The Pistols joined in as well, and soon all of you were a giant ball of cuddling and crinkled tinfoil. 

You felt his heart race as you pressed your ear against his chest. You figured that since you might not get another opportunity like this you might as well confess your blossoming feelings. 

"Mista I have something to say..." His dark eyes bore into yours. 

"Sure, what's up?" The thumps were growing louder and more frequent now. 

"I really enjoy spending time with you, and you've really helped me find my place in Passione. You're definitely the member that I've grown closest to and I appreciate that, but over the past year, I've realized that maybe..." You tightened your grip on his torso.

"Maybe what? That you have romantic feelings?" 

You were shocked. "Well, you took the words right out of my mouth." The Pistols let out a collective 'oooh'. You could have sworn that you heard a distinct, 'Mista has a girlfriend~' taunt coming from one of them...probably Number 3.

The thumping was so loud at this point, you let out a scream holding onto Mista for dear life. It seemed as if the door were about to fall off of its hinges. The door eventually swung open violently. With the intensity that it had made contact with the wall you could tell that the flimsy hotel drywall was cracked. 

The lighting provided by the emergency exit signs brought out the outline of a figure, with a flowing garb and...ears? 

Thoughts were racing through your head. You whispered over to Mista, watching the figure carefully, "I think I know what that is, I read about it in my book earlier. Page 343. It's a catboy." 

"A catboy?! What...I thought those were only-" 

"A cryptid? A figment of the imagination? Me too, but we are not your average goons. We are prepared," Your eyes looked up, indicating to your hats, "I think we should rush him. The book says that they're not that violent." 

"I'm following you on this one Y/N." He was too scared to look at the figure standing in the doorway. It was surprising that it hadn't yet made a move. 

"Okay, 3.." 

"2.."

"1.. CHARGE!" Mista leapt off of the bed and ran up to the creature, tackling him to the floor, his tinfoil hat flying off.

"TAKE THAT CATBOY!" You screamed as the two wrestled on the ground, and as if on cue the lights turned back on. 

"Get off of me!" The figure turned out to be Giorno Giovanna, wearing a robe and hair curlers. "Why are you attacking me Mista, why are all of you wearing those ridiculous hats, and most importantly why am I a catboy?" You could sense the anger in his voice, which was very uncharacteristic of him since he was usually so level-headed. 

"I-" you started, taking off your hat and shamefully placing it on the bed. "We were just having a little bit of fun. Then the power turned off and we got paranoid. I'm sorry Giorno." 

"I noticed the power went out so I went to check on everyone else, I did not expect to have you lock me out of your room and then be tackled to the floor." Giorno adjusted one of his rollers that had fallen out of place due to the beatdown. 

"Sorry man, let's talk about it tomorrow morning? When emotions aren't getting in the way." Mista gave a goofy grin, and Giorno rolled his eyes in response and bid them a barely audible 'good night' as he walked down the hallway. 

Once again, it was just you, Mista, and the Pistols. At least the lights were back on again. "You're gonna have to explain that catboy thing to him later, he seemed very disturbed." 

"Will do, but back to earlier-" He sat back down on the bed with you, grabbing your hand softly. "Did you really mean all those things you said?" 

"I really did, there's no one else that I would rather be an idiot with, idiot." You laughed and placed your discarded tinfoil hat onto his head. 

The Pistols cheered, with Number 5 shedding a few tears in the process, "Man, I just love a happy ending." 

"I think that a sleepover is in order?" You playfully nudged him. 

"Count me in."

[shsl-box-worshipper]

The Protag Magical Squad and How they met

Happy Birthday, @leafintel! For my gift, I bring you a small preview of the first draft of a fanfic I’m fucking writing based on your magical bois art! Enjoy, and pls tell me if I suck or not _______________ Makoto was, by all means, one of the most average teenagers alive. If you put aside his luck, his immense optimism, and his height, he was about normal as the guy next door. His interests and hobbies aligned with what was popular and he didn’t seem like that his life could change in just a few hours. In fact, he didn’t even imagine what would be happen in the course of those hours. In that short amount of time, he would meet two of the most amazing people he’s ever met, and would get thrown onto an adventure of a lifetime. Talk about a life changer! //// Location: Near Hope’s Peak Academy Time: 8:21 am Makoto was running toward his school, obviously running late. He was coming back to school after a weekend of spending time with his family, but apparently, the train that was supposed to take him to Hope’s Peak from his home had broken down just as it parked, and thus, he had to waste 30 minutes he could’ve used to get to school waiting for the train to get back up and running. He hoped Mr. Kizakura wouldn’t mind if he wasn’t there for morning registration for a few minutes. Even though Kizakura was drunk half the time, he wanted to at least not look like a douche in front of him. “Oh, I hope I don’t miss seeing Maizono off! She always leave’s right after morning registration, and I want to at least talk to her about the group project.” For context, he, Sayaka, and an underclassman of his were busy in a school project, in which they had to figure out the meaning of a bunch of poems written by an obscure poet. The reason that an underclassman was part of the project was because the three were among the few Ultimates that actually attended normal classes. He personally didn’t really know the underclassmen minus the fact that he had the same talent as another classmate of his, Kyouko Kirigiri. Anyway, back to the task at hand! The poor boy was working a sweat as he ran to Hope’s Peak, completely unaware of his own surroundings as he headed to the school of hope. It seemed to be going well for the boy, in terms of how late he would be, until... *WAAHM!* He ran in, head first, into someone! He landed on his butt, yelping as he fell to the pavement of the sidewalk. “Owwww...” Makoto groaned, rubbing his forehead where he had run into the person. It felt sore to the touch, but he didn’t really injure himself. Just rammed right into them. “W-Woah, hey! Are you alright?” The soul who Makoto ran into came over to Makoto, who was still on the ground, and held out his hand. Makoto looked up, only to see another boy. He wore a black suit, common to those who did school in the Reserve Course, Hope’s Peak’s lesser known program for those who want to be one of the Ultimates. He had short spiky brown hair with an ahoge similar to Makoto’s, except spikier and looking like it could cut someone like a razor, green eyes that were filled with both concern and a lack of energy, and seemed a year or so older than Makoto, which made sense. Makoto, after all, still had upperclassmen. Still though, he couldn’t help but blush embarrassingly as he grabbed the boy’s hand and pulled himself up.

“I’m sorry for bumping into y-you-” Makoto would quickly try to apologize, but would be cut off by the boy. “No, it’s okay. I was lost in thought, and didn’t know I wasn’t the only one running late-” Judging by the boy’s statement, he was lost in thought about something important. “N-No, it isn’t your fault! I wasn’t paying attention on where I was going!” Makoto, being the naïve dork he was, continued apologizing his ears off. It was so much so that by the time to the two got to walking again, he was still apologizing, to the point where the boy started looking both guilt-tripped and annoyed, though he did try his best to hide it in order for Makoto to not continue feeling guilty. It took about ten or so minutes for the two to reach the gates of Hope’s Peak. At that point, Makoto had stopped apologizing the reserve course student’s ears off, and instead, was trying to stay quiet, visibly embarrassed and wondering whether or not he should start a conversation. “U-Umm, I’m sorry for bumping into you, again...” The Lucky Student would skittishly turn toward the other teen. He then would reach out his hand, obviously nervous as to if the supposed upperclassmen was going to answer. “I’m Makoto Naegi, Ultimate Lucky Student!” Makoto was trying to focus away from what happened, and he personally did want to learn the name of the boy he just met. Even with all that, he couldn’t help but feel a strange sensation pooling in his belly, one he didn’t really know how to describe. Maybe it was just a layered version of guilt? Happiness? Pleasure? What it meant to the small boy was a mystery. Anyway, the boy he had bumped into, after staring at his hand with beads of sweat running down his forehead for a few seconds, sighed and half-heartedly shaked his hand. “Ugh, well, I guess I should introduce myself now,” the boy whispered in defeat, an effect not uncommon for those who knew or met Makoto Naegi. The boy was so bright and happy that even the most stoic of them broke when it came to the boy’s skittishness and optimism. “Hajime. Hajime Hinata. You can probably guess that I’m not exactly an Ultimate.” The boy named Hajime continued shaking his hand, filled with a similar feeling to what Makoto had. The boy did think about how odd Makoto’s talent. I mean, you get to join this school purely based on luck? Now, that’s rare, and something he hadn’t heard off before outside of what Chiaki said about a certain hope obsessed bastard. “Nice to meet you, Hinata-kun!” Makoto soon beamed his signature, which caused his new friend to blush. Makoto sheepishly chuckled as he scratched his cheek like the cutest goddamn boy on the fucking planet. “It’s nice knowing someone that isn’t in the Main Course. Even though I’m an Ultimate myself, I’m kind of average for someone my age.” Poor Hajime had to hide the blush desperately from Makoto, much to the small child’s confusion. He then just replied with desperation in his voice, and obviously sounding a bit pre-occupied.  “R-Really? Wow, didn’t know an Ultimate that wasn’t Nanami-san would actually introduce themselves to me.” Hajime internally did a fist pump of pure pride, though he did hide this emotion. I mean, him meeting another ultimate that wasn’t just Chiaki? It seemed crazy, but here he is, talking to the hopeful enigma known as Makoto Naegi. He let go of Makoto’s hand and quickly tried hiding them in the pockets in his pants. Makoto, feeling the same in a strange way, did scratch his head with embarrassment. “So, umm, Hinata-kun, you do you want to chat after s-” A familiar tone ringed out throughout the building close to them, and the two boys immediately turned their gaze at the building known as Hope’s Peak Academy. The two were now late as all get out, even more so than they would ever be. Hajime automatically ran for the reserve course building, not really keen on hearing a tardiness lecture from his teachers, who were probably going to enjoy their free reign over Hajime since they never have any fun otherwise at the reserve course. Makoto, meanwhile, stood their waving bye at Hajime, staring at him with distant looking eyes. However, those eyes immediately snapped back into reality, and the hazel eyes then looked at the door to the main building as Makoto ran, tripping on a couple of stones here and there. If only those two knew of who they would meet, or what they would become.

[urslasherbaby]

The collector with a s/o who isn't scared of him? They don't care about his hobby, or the fact the he can kill them. After all, is a human like every other. btw, thanks you, i send good vibes for you. ✨

Gasp! A request for my sweet little love bug! How lucky am I~ Also I take your good vibes and send them back tenfold!!!

This one actually took me a minute to nail down for some reason, so I really hope you like it! 

Too Good to Give Up - The Collector/Asa Emory x Reader Fic w/ an S/O Who Isn’t Scared of Him

As you stepped inside your boyfriend’s house, you were happily greeted by two big German shepherds. They swarmed around your legs barking and begging for attention.

“Home, boys! Go,” you yelled and watched them return to their beds in the living room. You grinned, setting down your bags of groceries onto the kitchen counter. Today was your one year anniversary with Asa and you couldn’t be more excited. It seemed like forever ago that you started your job as an archivist at the local university. There was one professor by far who requested more books, research papers, and studies than any other on campus. That man was your Asa.

From the moment you saw his eyes, you knew you’d fall head over heels. Now those feelings had come into fruition, and in full force. Tonight you wanted to show him just that.

You bought the ingredients for his favorite meal and even made a copy of his house key in secret. He’ll go ballistic when he finds out... but you hoped the lingerie you bought would ease the tension a bit.

You had just finished unpacking the groceries when suddenly you heard a loud bump from upstairs. Funny... you made sure to call Asa to confirm he’d be working late tonight. Before you could gather your thoughts, you heard another loud bang--this one accompanied by a groan.

 If there really was someone in the house, the time for thinking was over. You grabbed a kitchen knife from its holder and slowly crept up the stairs. You saw one of the dogs lift its head in curiosity, but you quickly gave him the silent “stay” command Asa taught you.

You could hear more scraping and shuffling from the far closet at the end of the hall. You inched closer and closer, holding the knife at the ready. When you finally got to it, you flung the door open and couldn’t help but be confused.

Inside the closet was a giant stained chest with a leather finish that seemed to have chipped and flaked over time. You reached out to touch it but before you could, something pulled you back and slammed the closet door in front of you.

Asa. 

He was standing in front of you, still gripping your arm tight looking somewhere between furious and heartbroken.

“What... are you doing here?” he said grimly.

“I... I was trying to surprise you,” you answered. The low growl that left his throat told you he was not in the mood for games. You two stood still for a moment before you decided to take a chance.

“There’s someone in that chest, isn’t there?” His stance was stoic as usual, but the way his eyes widened at the accusation told you all you needed to know.

You closed your eyes in shock and thought of the man before you. Your boyfriend. Your Asa. You’d spent so much time picturing your future together. How you’d grow old and start a family. How you’d be willing to give up anything to be with him...

And you still were.

“Okay,” you said, with a bittersweet smile. Your reaction clearly shocked him as his grip loosened just enough to let your arm slip out. You took your arm in your hand and stepped towards him, looking him directly in those incredible eyes all the while. 

“You’re still the man I fell in love with right? Still human,” you say, reaching your hand up and stroking his cheek. Usually, he’d lean into your touch but this time he was stone-faced, returning your gaze back towards you.

“I don’t care then. I’m not going to give up what we have over this. I won’t.”

“Even if I told you I was going to kill them?” Asa retorted. Surprising you more than anything... it really didn’t bother you. The only thing that scared you at this point was how deeply you truly loved this man.

“I know you won’t kill me... I suppose that’s all that matters,” you replied. You could see the wheels turning in his mind, his eyes darting up and down your body. So you did the one thing you’d wanted to do since walking through the door and leaned up to kiss him.

There was only a brief moment of confusion before his instincts took over and he moved his hands up from your sides and held you by the neck. The kiss grew deeper as his tongue invaded your mouth and devoured every inch of you like you would vanish any second.

Eventually, you did have to break for air, but you two stayed close together just breathing each other in. Suddenly, Asa picked you up in a bridal carry.

“So, what was this surprise you had for me?”

“Well, I was going to cook dinner but... I feel like skipping to dessert tonight.”

“Agreed,” he said with a smirk, carrying you to his bedroom for a very long night.

[solitaria-fantasma]

Dark Arts and Demons - Ch. 38

With every step they took away from the restaurant, Penn felt more and more vulnerable.

He tried to stuff his hands in his pockets, but the left hand missed again, and he fumbled it awkwardly before just letting it drop by his side. It was still covered in chocolate, anyway, and he probably shouldn’t smear that all over Arthur’s clothes - not while the guy was right here! Penn felt a knot tying itself in his chest, and started to hunch his shoulders.

The flip-flips felt weird on his feet, and some of the blisters were starting to hurt again. Oh, but what he wouldn’t give to just go back to the booth, where he could sit down and drink spicy milkshakes and not feel this weird aching in his chest-

“So,” Arthur broke the silence, and Penn came out of his thoughts with a startled jump. “You walked all the way back to town from that factory? All in one night?”

“Um….w-well, I didn’t walk all the way…” Penn admitted hesitantly. “I walked for a bit, and...then there was this nice guy with a dog who gave me a ride for some of the way...then I walked some more, and a nice lady in this vehicle with, uh...colorful lights on top picked me up, and brought me the rest of the way.” He had also stopped into a bar during one of those walks to ask for directions, and nearly gotten killed by some angry drunk guy who thought he looked familiar.

But he wasn’t about to tell Arthur that.

“Sounds like you met Hentrietta Kelling.” Arthur nodded knowingly, looking down at his shoes. His feet seemed to glide along the concrete, as if he walked on ice. “She probably thought you were me, taking a long walk at night. I, ah...used to do that a lot, a while back.” He admitted with a somewhat nervous shrug. Penn didn’t know what he had to be nervous about. “I’ll have to think up something to tell her when we-...uh...when this is...all over.”

Silence fell between them again, and Penn wondered if it was his imagination that made it feel just a little bit lighter. They were approaching the edge of the downtown area, now, and the desert stretched out before them. In the distance, he could see the blocky shape of home-....of Kingsmen Mechanics. That weighty feeling returned, and Penn dug his hands further into his pockets.

Kingsmen Mechanics was not his home, and Lance was not his family. He didn’t have a home; he didn’t have a family. The thought seemed to worsen the tightness in his chest. Did he have a home, somewhere? Had it been that creepy factory he’d woken up outside of? Gosh, he hoped not...that place had been cold, and draughty, and frightening.

“Hey...” Something warm was suddenly laid across his shoulders, and Penn froze up in shock as Arthur pulled him to a stop with his ghostfire arm. “Don’t take this the wrong way,” The spirit said. “But I’ve seen that face in the mirror way too many times to not know you’re thinking something sad. What’s on your mind?”

“Um.” Penn’s brain stopped working for a second. “Don’t you mean your mind?” Arthur made a sound through his teeth, and laughed.

“The brain might be mine, but not the thoughts in it.” He pulled back slightly, and turned Penn to face him more fully. Penn immediately turned his eyes down to somewhere near Arthur’s shoulder. “But I was serious. What’s on your mind?”

“Why do you want to know?” Penn asked sullenly, staring at the pins attached to Arthur’s vest. There was a simple blue circle, a large, golden star, and a skull-shape outlined in purple, and split between black and white. He wondered what they meant.

“Because Vivi doesn’t trust you,” Penn winced, and Arthur softened his tone. “But Mystery doesn’t want to hurt you, and Lewis seems to like you.” He leveled Penn with an unreadable look. ”I want to form my own opinion of you, and I figured that being up front and talking to you would be the easiest way to do that.”

Penn said nothing as Arthur nudged his shoulder, and they resumed walking. A car drove past on the other side of the guardrail, and its tailwind kicked up a small cloud of dust around their feet.

“....I was thinking of home,” Penn admitted after a few moments of silence. “And how I don’t seem to have one. That place,” He nodded ahead, to Kingsmen Mechanics in the near distance. “Felt like home, before I found out I wasn’t who I thought I was. “The only other place I know is that factory…” Penn shook his head. “And I don’t want that to be home. It feels too...too...” He trailed off, not sure how to best describe the place.

“Too...creepy?” Arthur supplied. “Yeah. That place was certified haunted. That’s why we were there. We-...uh.” He suddenly stopped, and coughed into his hand. Penn wondered if ghosts needed to cough. “My friends and I investigate stuff like that.” He explained. “As a hobby.”

“Interesting hobby.” Penn couldn’t quite make his smile reach his voice. Arthur seemed to appreciate the gesture anyway, and they walked in silence for the rest of the trek. When they reached Kingsmen Mechanics, Arthur floated up the steps, unburdened by gravity, and Penn paused at the bottom. He frowned at the worn, wooden steps before hesitantly beginning to climb them.

That was twice now he’d had to climb these damn things while in pain…

Arthur was waiting for him at the top of the stairs, holding a key he’d retrieved from some hidden location, and he waved Penn across the threshold ahead of him. Unlike the last time Penn had walked into this building, he did not feel relieved….the interior lighting now felt harsh, and the cluttered walls too close. He followed silently as Arthur ‘walked’ to his bedroom, and stopped at the door, hands shoved in his pockets.

“Yoooooouuuuu didn’t happen to move any keys while you were digging through my closet, did you?” Arthur asked over his shoulder as he dug through a woven basket in the corner, throwing out dirty and oil stained clothes as he went.

“No?” Penn shook his head, even though Arthur couldn’t see. “I didn’t ‘dig through’ anything,” He hadn’t wanted to touch anything, once he knew it wasn’t his. “I only touched the first clothes I found in the closet.” Arthur popped out of the basket with a frown on his face, and quickly shoved all the dirty clothes back into it.

“Lance must’ve done some laundry.” He muttered to himself as he moved to searching the clothes thrown on the floor. “Remind me to thank him. I haven’t seen that Hamtaro shirt in weeks-ah!” Arthur made a sudden, triumphant noise that made Penn jump, and held up a vehicle key on a metal ring with some colorful attachment. “Here they are!” He dropped the pants, and tossed the keys up in the air before catching them with a smile. 

“Now we can send Lewis back to pick up the van.” Arthur ‘walked’ back to the door, and Penn backed up into the hallway to let him through. “I appreciate that you didn’t try to drive it, by the way…” Penn decided not to mention that he didn’t know how, and simply followed Arthur as he moved further down the hallway.

“Let’s get that hand cleaned up, now.” Arthur held the bathroom door open for Penn - or, at least, he tried to. Part of his fiery left arm seemed to sink right through the wood to the other side. Penn stared at it in quiet shock as he shuffled past, and Arthur made a point of not looking at it.

“It’ll only take a few minutes, I promise. Then we can head back to Pepper Paradiso.”

[glcssysky]

HAIKYUU HEADCANONS sfw alphabet - kuroo

A = AFFECTION (how affectionate are they? how do they show affection?) kuroo is a very affectionate man, maybe a little too affectionate. he would constantly be holding you, touching you, kissing you. he loves you and wants everyone to know that. of course, if you clearly don't want to be touched, he won't do so.

⊱ ──────── ஓ๑♡๑ஓ ──────── ⊰

B = BEST FRIEND (what would they be like as a best friend? how would the friendship start?) he would be very encouraging towards you. if you were struggling with something, or there was something you were unsure about doing, he would hella cheer you on for it. he would also make sure you are taking care of yourself; especially with eating, drinking and sleeping. it would probably start via him asking for help on the work or homework, and that would end up becoming a regular thing.

⊱ ──────── ஓ๑♡๑ஓ ──────── ⊰

C = CUDDLES (do they like to cuddle? how would they cuddle?) 100% all the time. in public he would always have an arm around you, and would hug you from behind if you were both just standing somewhere. at home he would always be cradling you in a different way every time. as long as you were in his arms and he could see your face, he would be content.

⊱ ──────── ஓ๑♡๑ஓ ──────── ⊰

D = DOMESTIC (do they want to settle down? how are they at cooking and cleaning?) almost a few weeks into the relationship, he would want to settle somewhere so it would only be you two on your own. he would try his best to keep the place clean, but would probably not succeed there. he would, however, be willing to cook you dinner every night, or order something in if he was feeling lazy that night.

⊱ ──────── ஓ๑♡๑ஓ ──────── ⊰

E = ENDING (if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?) straight up, this man would either approach you and say it straight up or text you. he would be a little sincere and make sure your okay and not too upset, but there isn't much he can do. it's how he felt.

⊱ ──────── ஓ๑♡๑ஓ ──────── ⊰

F = FIANCEE (how do they feel about commitment? how quick would they want to get married?) he could definitely become committed, if he tried. he isn't one to probably dive into engagement, but would perform the typical proposal at a fancy restaurant. it would take a LONG time to plan out the wedding, since he is not focused on that nor can he actually plan things properly. you would get round to it eventually though.

⊱ ──────── ஓ๑♡๑ஓ ──────── ⊰

G = GENTLE (how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?) he isn't very gentle. he will try to be though, especially when it comes to your emotions. usually, he wouldn't be a very good advice giver, but he would definitely let you let out your emotions to him for as long as you want or need to. he would give you physical comfort too, but may take it further on some occasions...

⊱ ──────── ஓ๑♡๑ஓ ──────── ⊰

H = HUGS (do they like hugs? how often do they do it? what are their hugs like?) he LOVES hugs, as well as any other physical contact with you. he would hug you every chance he got. his embrace would be warm and tight. you would definitely feel safe, no doubt there. especially with him most likely being taller than you.

⊱ ──────── ஓ๑♡๑ஓ ──────── ⊰

I = I LOVE YOU (how fast do they say the l-word?) he said it before you were even together, in both a platonic way, and a joking, flirting way. however, when it came to you being together, he said he loves you as soon as you got together. you hear it at least three times a day, if not more.

⊱ ──────── ஓ๑♡๑ஓ ──────── ⊰

J = JEALOUSY (how jealous do they get? what do they do when they're jealous?) extremely jealous. if you're with another person and acting close with them, he will be KIND OF alright , but the person you are with will keep getting a lot or glares from him. he'll find some way to tell the person in private to turn it down a notch because you are already his, and then continue to stand near you, most likely holding you.

⊱ ──────── ஓ๑♡๑ஓ ──────── ⊰

K = KISSES (what are their kisses like? where do they like to kiss you? where do they like to be kissed?) his lip to lip kisses are usually very passionate and soft, in public that is. they would last a couple of seconds, and then it would be up to the two of you to decide whether to carry on or not. his favourite place to kiss you is definitely the lips or the side of the neck. he makes that known. his favourite place to be kissed consists of the same, but mainly his lips.

⊱ ──────── ஓ๑♡๑ஓ ──────── ⊰

L = LITTLE ONE (how are they around children?) he tries his best to be good around them, but doesn't do too well. he puts himself TOO out there and can't seem to understand why some kids end up getting scared of him. he does, however, get asked for piggy back rides a lot, and compared to a cat by the children.

⊱ ──────── ஓ๑♡๑ஓ ──────── ⊰

M = MORNING (how are mornings spent with them?) he's more of a late sleeper, so you will wake up before him. usually, he would sleep in his confirmed way; on his stomach, pressing a pillow to either side of his head. when sleeping with you, he would be mostly on his stomach, but kind of on his side with an arm around you. he won't let you leave the bed until he is awake to actually let go of you.

⊱ ──────── ஓ๑♡๑ஓ ──────── ⊰

N = NIGHT (how are nights spent with them?) as well as waking up after you, he falls after you. he usually lies there, rubbing your shoulder, either telling you stories or complimenting you. he would lay by you until you fell asleep, kissing the back of your neck a few times before he too fell asleep.

⊱ ──────── ஓ๑♡๑ஓ ──────── ⊰

O = OPEN (when would they start revealing things about themselves? do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?) he's pretty open in general, so you may know a lot about him himself already. however, his personal life, family etc, that will stay to himself for a WHILE. he prefers listening about you then telling you about himself, so it will definitely be a more slow approach at getting him to open up about his personal life.

⊱ ──────── ஓ๑♡๑ஓ ──────── ⊰

P = PATIENCE (how easily angered are they?) oh, he gets angry easily. he tries not too, but if someone is trying to get at you, or someone is doing something utterly stupid and annoying, he is automatically angry. he is quite easy to calm down though, so that's a relief.

⊱ ──────── ஓ๑♡๑ஓ ──────── ⊰

Q = QUIZZES (how much would they remember about you? do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?) he would try his hardest, bless him, to remember everything he could about you, but he would struggle. he can remember the basics like your hobbies, interests and birthday. but he may sometimes forget events until like a day before, and small things you show like or dislike towards will completely go over his head.

⊱ ──────── ஓ๑♡๑ஓ ──────── ⊰

R = REMEMBER (what is their favourite moment in your relationship?) your one year anniversary. as messy as it may be with the last minute planning, you both had an amazing time. it might not have been what a typical one year anniversary ends up being, but neither of you cared. it was YOUR anniversary, and you enjoyed it.

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S = SECURITY (how protective are they? how would they protect you? how would they like to be protected?) EXTREMELY protective. if someone is hurting you, he is straight away getting them away and threatening to fight them, of which you would have to get him away before he ends up getting hurt. he wouldn't need any kind of protecting himself aside from stopping him from getting into situations that he will end up hurt in.

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T = TRY (how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?) like already mentioned, he will probably forget about things like this until the day before,of which he would try to spend the whole day planning.  they wouldn't be the best quality days out, but they would be unique to you two, and that was enough.

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U = UGLY (what would be some bad habits of theirs?) his lack of maintaining his hair, his tendency to get overprotective and jealous, pestering. as already shown in the anime and manga itself, he walks around with his natural bed hair. he just needs to learn to maintain it and style it that way rather than leaving it messy. when it comes to you, he can sometimes take the protectiveness a little too far, and ending up getting hurt. with pestering, if he wants something he won't stop until he gets it. he will bug you, try to bribe you with god knows what, and even start pushing things off tables like a cat would.

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V = VANITY (how concerned are they with their looks?) body wise, he keeps that in check. he showers regularly and makes sure to shave where needs be. face, the same. he maintains that and his oral health well. his hair is the only thing he doesn't care about. he just leaves it and never messes with it other than washing it.

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W = WHOLE (would they feel incomplete without you?) definitely. he feels bad just not being around you, let alone not dating you. he would be pretty bummed out, and try to get back with you for a while if it was you that broke it off. otherwise, he would most likely avoid you for a couple of weeks.

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X = XTRA (a random headcanon for them.) he will be buying a cat, with or without your permission. and that thing is going to be just as annoying as kuroo can be.

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Y = YUCK (what are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?) he doesn't like it if you choose to go out with someone you're extremely close to friend/dating wise (depending on your gender preference too). he doesn't like being ignored either, he's a little attention whore. in a partner, he doesn't like disloyalty or lack of communication. he would also struggle with long distance type relationships, since he would want to see you all the time.

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Z = ZZZ (what is a sleep habits of theirs?) pressing a pillow to either side of his face, and he for sure kicks the whole blanket off the bed and doesn't bother to pick it back up.

requested by: n/a word count: 1800 words started/finished: 07.08.20 - 10.08.20 next character + theme: feel free to ask in my box for the next character! 

[lanamemories2]

rides onto the dash nude n on horseback like this pic of sam way. oh fancy seeing u here.......... im impeccably tensed our entire exchange. buns like steel cld crack a nut open between them. i’m nai n it’s so nice to meet u all!!!! i’m one of the admins here (josefine frida pettersen on the main) n i’m so Excited 2 get things going........... some facts abt me r i sometimes hv a witch’s cackle, i once drunkenly swung frm a tree branch pretending to b tarzan n fell n grass stained my fav jeans at 4 in the morning n i lov spicy food despite the fact it mkes me sweat like a hog in the sun. more abt lana under the cut!!! also like this or hmu if u wna plot n her pinterest is here n playlist is here 👺🌚

「kristine froseth & cis-female」⇾ jameson , lana, the junior radcliffe student’s records show that she is a gemini and 22 years old. she is studying dance, living in off campus and can be vivacious, passionate, childish & impulsive. when i see her i am reminded of stepping out in the cold wearing just a red slip, lipstick on a stranger’s throat, a bumper sticker on the back of a convertible cadillac that says ‘SCRAPPY DOO IS A FILTHY SLUT’. ⇽「nai & 23 & gmt & she/her.」

AESTHETICS:

scalding your fingers in shower water until they glow like rudolph’s nose, cherry red gym socks tugged high and nothing else, stepping out in the cold wearing just a red slip, an origami swan made from an old receipt, tickling a stranger’s chin with the end of a feather boa, crowning each finger with a miniature raspberry, hugging a knee close to lick a stripe of fruit juice off a bruise there, doodling penises in the condensation of a car window, a water pistol topped with rum and covered in glittery pin-up stickers, believable smiles that feel more like baring teeth, a bumper sticker on the back of a convertible cadillac that says ‘SCRAPPY DOO IS A FILTHY SLUT’, prancing around in your underwear to a vinyl record with the curtains open.

HISTORY:

lana grew up in a big house in albany, NY. albums framed on the walls. mayb some rolling stone covers too frm way bk when of the bands her dad’s label signed. kind of like… a rock star palace w no evidence of children at all. i think i summarised it best in one of lana’s self paras once when i said the garden ws “as big as it was unloved”, not that u wld know from all of the gardener’s pruning

lana’s mum victoria (vic) ws a music journalist w a pretty fruitful career ahead of her when she met lana’s dad richard (rich). his record label ws jst starting out, founded on the coattails of his rich best friend’s (jensen peters) investment w his other best friend (who he jst calls knoxville). it rocketed to success when they signed poppy injects, a rock band w an electric stage presence, n victoria ws drawn to the glitz n glamour of a man tht ws at the helm of his aspiring industry. their love ws very impulsive, all or nothing right frm the start, n it ws almost like she ws mre in love w his accomplishments n what he represented than him

anyway so jameson records repped a few big rock bands bk in the eighties, altho poppy injects r who they’re mostly known fr, namely bc of hw brightly they crashed n burned. (drugs/addiction tw) they were a big chart success bt the lead singer hd quite an intense struggle w heroin (wsnt rly subtle abt it either while he ws in the public eye as u cn probably imagine frm such an on-the-nose band name) n he ws always in n out of the papers. it eventually brought down his career n it ws a big publicity nightmare

lana pretty much… grew up around figures like this throughout childhood. rly troubled characters who wld kind of… b extremely volatile n destructive abt their troubles. the jameson house was kind of an open one as welcoming clients went n a lot of parties took place there. a lot of the time musicians wld b snorting lines in the kitchen when she wnted to grab a bowl of cereal fr breakfast. very strange environment fr a child to grow up in

her parents always kind of jst… didn’t like her much. her older brother caleb ws unplanned bt they sort of welcomed the surprise more bt… quickly realised they weren’t cut out fr parenthood n then when lana came as another surprise 3 yrs later they didn’t even try to hide their resentment abt the situation. her mum ws actually booked in to have an abortion bt cldnt go through with it at the last minute. once when lana asked her why shes so cold towards her she jst turned her head frm her dresser, looked at her, told her abt this n said “idk why i didn’t go”. lana didn’t kno wht to say to tht so she jst left her room n closed the door

(dissociation/delusion tw) bc of this growing up lana adopted this weird like…. she didn’t rly kno what it ws bt it ws a delusion of sorts where she thought she ws a ghost. she’d jst sort of… drift around the halls w noone acknowledging her n sometimes she ws jst convinced she wsnt actually there or they cldnt see her n she ws jst haunting the house frm a previous family

the one saving grace tho tht sort of?? gt her thru this n made her feel Seen ws caleb. lana quite genuinely hs always thought the sun shines out of her older brothers ass like she jst thinks. hes the best person in the entire world. wld b rly bewildered if anyone questioned tht. he wld always look out for her in the zoo they called a home n cut the crusts off her PBJs so they lkd like teddy bears (he’d cook fr them most of the time bc their parents were too busy/didn’t care to) n sometimes wld even sleep at the bottom of her bed curled up like a guard dog. it ws always lana n caleb n his best friend tommy against the world in tht house (tommy lived next door n was always over bc he had very strict parents / a military father tht he found suffocating)

SO when caleb n tommy announced tht they’d signed up to the army lana ws understandably…….. blindsided. she ws rly upset tht they were leaving like pretty besides herself bt she tried not to b mad at them n made them promise theyd b safe n back as soon as possible. she even asked if they cld somehow take her w them n they were jst like :/ it doesn’t work that way luv x

(death tw, ptsd tw, grief tw, trauma tw, hospitalisation tw, drugs tw) anyway caleb ended up getting discharged under grounds of severe ptsd when he witnessed tommy die in an explosion tht took place in a shock raid. caleb returned home sans tommy bt he was never the same after tht. he’s been in n out of hospital n he turned to using as a way to cope so it’s been a rly bumpy road since. lana kind of felt like two of her brothers died out there in a way n jst like tht it wasn’t them vs the world any mre, it was jst her

ANYWAY whew tht rly…. took a dark turn there….. chuckles nervously at hw sad lana’s life is bt it’s fine it’s all fINE!!!!!!! ok. so on a mre lighthearted note the jameson family r pretty well off n bc of her relation to such a big music industry figure she’s hung out w a fair few relatively high rep ppl thru her teens. mostly kids of celebrities n stuff like tht. she amassed kind of an instagram following mainly fr her style (penny lane-esque in some aspects aka lots of fur cuff trimmed jackets bt then also jst…. a wild combination of everything honestly. pastel faux fur coats, seventies style platforms, flame red cowboy boots, pink fishnet tights n glitter used like highlight Everywhere) n bc she’s undeniably Pretty Gorl

(trauma tw) after caleb got back he was rly withdrawn n depressed. he shut lana out n was kind of harsh to her a lot of the time, always telling her to leave him alone or pushing her away. it didnt help either tht lana had a rly traumatic experience w some of her dad’s colleagues at the label when she ws 16 n he was away n she cldnt even tell him abt it once he was bk bc of his own traumas. she kind of jst shut it all in n kept it to herself

(hypersexuality tw) this obviously?? made her spiral a lot. she was already a girl tht loved sex but since her trauma it got…. completely out of hand. it got to a point where she couldnt rly go 2 days without it, probably not even 1. her lowest point has probably been scrolling thru craiglist for anonymous encounters n meeting up w strangers on there fr hookups even tho it’s insanely dangerous n she cld wind up getting herself killed. the risk is honestly part of the appeal to her sometimes she’s :////// quite self destructive n jst likes a thrill to mke her feel Alive. it’s v clear at this point tht she has a sex addiction whether she’s ever admitted it or not. it kind of… almost mingled w tht same feeling she used to get when she ws younger of being a ghost?? like she jst. only rly feels Real when she’s being touched

(violence tw) she’s had.................... SCH a bad history dating wise. she almost always dates fking.... actual beasts like i jst wna gently shake her by the shoulders sometimes bt :////////////// one of her recent exes is in prison aftr he beat up someone she’d slept w in front of her like she jst. has had a very Not Sexy time w romance...... she hd to b a witness in the trial abt it n he ws found guilty n sent down so it ws like Intense n a gd example of the kinds of disastrous relationships she gets herself into. perks of being a wallflower voice: We Accept The Love We Think We Deserve.

this past summer she gt a job at a burlesque club in downtown lovell!!! it honestly is her dream job like. dancing? being sexy? fav hobbies................. most delicious pastimes... 10/10 ideal fr her............... she almost started working at a coyote ugly bar bt this one won her over. she usually jets off to some foreign country n has a rly exotic n action packed summer bt i think she wldv just been working local there fr this one to b close to her brother (the rehab he’s at is close like a 40 min drive so!). she’s also moved into a big lofty apartment w 3 roommates tht’s above a chinese take out w lots of lanterns hung outside. the street? scott street......................... tribute to mizz phoebe bridgers hunger games salutes to the sky so it travels 2 her............. she gt a red heart shaped bath tub installed which hs always been her dream so honestly the summer hs been pretty gd to her....... five stars on yelp she deserves Some happiness once in a while

PERSONALITY:

always smells vaguely of wild cherries or strawberry starburst or jst the candy aisle in general. if she ws a vinyl record she’d b this one n she’d only play good vibrations by the beach boys, dancing on my own by robyn, play that funky music by wild cherry, femme fatale by the velvet underground n (i can’t get no) satisfaction by the rolling stones

growing up lana was always a HUGE social butterfly. knew everyone n everyone knew her. she ws one of those girls tht ws kind of impossible to ignore or forget (cld b a gd or bad thing depends on ur Stance...... she can be a lot tho frankly). very animated, always made u feel like u were the centre of the universe whenever she spoke to u, always made it feel like u were best friends even if ud only spoken to her once.

deliberately puts on tht kind of Magnetic Alluring act tht femme fatales wear in movies sometimes. kind of…. is always playing A Role of the person tht she wants to b seen as or the person she feels ppl want her to be. chameleons to situations. feels like she’s performed as the vivacious n fun loving Lana Jameson fr so long tht she doesn’t rly kno who she is beneath tht bt she isn’t too keen to find out

always the last one awake at the party. jst doesn’t seem to hv.... an off switch. every1 else cld b passed out at 6am n she’d still b swaying around to sunday morning by the velvet underground in her underwear drinking frm a bottle of merlot

she’s always been rly spontaneous n adventurous. always doing something weird n wild every weekend. she has ten thousand ridiculously absurd n chaotic stories

uncontrollably flirty. she’s tht tumblr post tht’s like flirting will b ur hubris n the reply is like kind of sexy of u to say so................ SO confident cld talk to anyone. makes a joke out of anything. tends to laugh when she feels like crying. even if she DOES cry she’ll smile thru it like it isn’t happening she jst.... doesn’t like to b negative ever if she cn help it

she’s amassed a weird collection of like... Things various ppl she’s known hv made abt her. this guy she ws friends w wrote a song abt her n performed it at a gig she went to without telling her in advance. it ws rly dramatic he sang it n looked at her the whole time n she ws jst a bit like.... omg.... lmfao............... she’s also hd various paintings done of her. i honestly dnt even rly kno hw it happens she jst has a personality where she..... leaves an impression like a lipstick print on a white shirt w some ppl.................. she’s like tht tumblr post where someone arrives at a poetry reading n is like hi yes........ where do the muses sit? except she isn’t rly.... obnoxious abt it she jst shrugs n is like.......... oh that........... KJHSFKHGSFKGHSFKGSFHGK. it’s a charmed life fr some

always dapples her fingers thru the breeze when she’s driving in a car w the window down. she almost always has some sort of sweet on her, whether it’s sour haribo cherries or strawberry lollipops.

PLOTS:

exes tht lana’s fucked over hideously. she’d probably cheat a lot and it’d be a whole…mess. whips her in the town square like gale

mayb someone tht flipped the switch and cheated on her??? chaos. anguish. strife. 

someone tht works at the burlesque club in downtown lovell w her!!!!! as like a bartender or another dancer or security or................... whtvr honestly. hvn’t worked out a name fr the club yet bt i think it cld b a fun setting to write stuff in n there cld b lots to build off there!!

a cousin plot cld b fun too

her n freya nilsen run smthn called Dick Sisters Inc......... they hv a twitter fr it n everything.... n a hq based in one of the abandoned dorms in the leach building.... lots of inflatable furniture disco balls.............. lana even gt replica airplane seats so they cn sit n b served drinks by this guy tht runs errands fr them who they call bucket....... they bsically like. set ppl up n help ppl get laid it’s a matchmaking service of sorts.......... started as a joke bt nw it’s genuinely become quite a profitable business w word spreading all over campus........ ugh entrepreneurial icons... anyway mayb ur chara cld come to lana fr Dick Sisters assistance......... mayb they’v come to them in the past......... 

a friend tht lana fel out w bc she slept w their significant other.

someone tht’s getting lana into drugs?? she’s kind of impressionable/down for anything so tht’s a likely scenario she’d get into tbh

briefly did camgirl stuff on an independent bt up n coming porn site....... titters.......... mayb ur muse used a pseudonym n recognises lana frm it bt is too embarrassed to admit they were subscribed............ mayb they happened upon her on there once n nw r jst like. what do i do w this knowledge. idk cld b fun to work around perhaps

an unrequited crush!! (either way is cool)

someone tht is just hanging out w her/using her bc she has a lot of instagram followers or they want to b signed to her dad’s label

someone in a band!! she’d probably make like penny lane n b their groupie/sleep w them all i won’t lie to u. relentless.....

umm a good influence too mayb?

honestly?? anything is fine i cld ramble for days. mayb even one of the high profile kids she grew up hangin w idk. world’s our oyster fellas!

[babvc-au]

Name: Bonnie Lynn Bunny (B.L.B)

(Bonnie for short)

Age: 19

Height: A bit taller than bendy but deffinately shorter than Boris.

Good Toon: Rabbit

  Personality: People say she's a joy to be around. She's very friendly to new people she meets but is a bit cautious untill she gets to know them better. She's bright and optimistic. She has a little bit of an anger issue but it's not really shown much unless you've pissed her off. In that case she'll have a small grudge against you, but it'll go away overtime as she sees you've changed. 

She loves to help others and see them happy. If a loved one or friend of hers is down She'll talk to you, making you feel comfortable. 

Sometimes she'll act straight out retarted. But this usually happens when she's tired or just supper giggly(when she's like this she'll giggle non-stop, reciting memes and things like that saying the most retarted mess you've ever heard of. This doesnt happen alot though thank god-) 

She's pretty mature for her age and knows when enough is enough.

Job: Works at a small Bakery in town. She helps bake sweets and gets there bright and early to set out the fresh baked goods and open up the shop. The shop also provides coffe. (Its like a small starbucks for better understanding)

Hobbies: She loves to draw and sketch in her free time, while she listens to music. Sometimes she'll play the music aloud when shes alone, but when there's people around she'll put in her earbuds. Bonnie will also practice an instrument or two from time to time. Her favorite is the piano.

Backstory{For This A.U}: She grew up in the same town as Bendy and Boris, living with her mom, dad, and grandfather. One day her grandfather grew very ill. Befpre he passed away he gave her a special necklace. It was a silver cross with her birthstone in the center of it. (A bright blue Sapphire)

 She wears this necklace all the time, almost never taking it off. She remembers the words her grandfather told her, that the necklace would protect her if she was ever in danger. She had no idea what that meant but wore it nonetheless. For her 14th birthday her parents got her a pocket knife, her initials carved into it. She carries it around her everywhere in her black leather bag, though, she doubts she'll ever need it.

 She took on her mothers bakery as she got older, soon enough basically running it on her own. She lives on her own, providing for herself, since the  family dog passed away recently. She kind of likes living solo, though it'd be nice if she didnt have to live alone. Her and her friends keep in touch though, making sure she's alright, so she isn't too alone after all :)

Outfit: Her outfit consists of a dark colored fluffy jacket, it being a little bigger than her since it covers a good bit of her hands. (For when she doesnt have/has forgotten/ doesn't wear her golves.) She bears knee high leather boots and jeans, held up by a black belt. Underneath the Jacket she wears a turtle neck.(she loves turtlenecks)

 She has a leather bag with her that she slings over her right shoulder and lies across her chest and rests on her left side.(inside she carries with her a pocket knife, her necklace and earings(when she doesnt wear them), phone, charger, headphones, wallet, and a small sketchbook with pencils and markers.) The bag is a good size but not so big that it gets in the way.

Knowledge: She has always been intruigued by the thought of Vampires ever since her grandfather started to tell stories about them to her as a child. She's read books on them and searched up information on them. (Even sketched them from time to time.) Though, what caused her to fully believe in them was with an up close and personal encounter she had with a bat when she was young, about 7 or 8 years old. This experience is why she believes in Vampires and is why she's a good toon. She belives that not all vampires are as bad as the people around her made them out to be...

{STORY OF HOW SHE BELIEVES NOT ALL VAMPIRES ARE BAD BELOW. READING THIS OPTIONAL^^}

She had journeyed on her own into some woods at night and fell down a hill, injuring herself a good bit, a gash like cut on her knee. She cried out for help but she was deep in the woods deeper than she thought. She sat and cried quietly untill she was interrupted by the sound of rustling bushes. She saw bright red glowing eyes. She jumped and tried to run but fell. She stared towards the bush and out popped a bat.

The bat inched towards her, it's markings just like how her grandfather had described of a vampires. She used her arms and blocked her face looking away, all until she felt a licking on her knee. She looked down to she the bat licking her gash, then flying away when a highpitched squeeeeeee was heard in the distance. She watched in awe as the bat flew away into the lit night sky. She stared down at her knee and saw the gash completely gone! She gasped and looked towards the sky again, muttering and almost in audible 'thank you' as she got up and ran home, calling out to her grandpa and parents as she got closer to the house.

sry for it being so long!!! I didnt want to miss any info. And sry for it being so late, i kept trying to submit this on my phone but i guess it never came through.

I hope you like the character submission! Hope you are having a nice day/night!^^

lemme know if you have any questions about her!^w^

[egg2k16]

40 Fanfic Q’s Answered

the server wants answers, and they want them now!!! from this post

1. Describe your comfort zone—a typical you-fic.

Smut and pining all the way. Also, falling in love via laughing

2. Is there a trope you’ve yet to try your hand at, but really want to?

Eh...I don’t think so, I’m always 100% self-indulgent, so what u see is what I want

3. Is there a trope you wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole?

Anything that has to do w mega sadness, I just Don’t. I can’t write anything sad, and if I do, there’s certainly gonna be A Lot of comfort afterwards

4. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Care to share one of them?

I have 91 wips, motherfuckers!!! My latest wip is a daddy month fic!

5. Share one of your strengths.

I think, since I’ve been trying to be sparser in my words, I’ve been able to better emphasize what isn’t being said

6. Share one of your weaknesses.

No action scenes from me are ever good, lmao

7. Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

It was late at night, when he started to cry.

He didn't want to cry, but he did.

It's been years since he's last let himself feel, or was it since he was last allowed to feel?

He choked on his sobs, uncomfortable with his tears. He's forgotten how to properly cry. His entire body is shaking, and the connections between flesh and wire hurts.

He stops crying. He starts crying again.

This continues for another few minutes, until he feels as if he can't possibly have any more tears.

He wipes his face, pulls the covers up to his chin, and falls asleep.

(from Twilight on the Sea) I really like this bcus I don’t think I’ve ever really typed out crying in this way, n I tried to make it feel like it was a lot

8. Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

Cass was quiet for a moment. “... you know what? Maybe I’ll just go up there and surprise you.”

“If you do, then you already ruined the surprise, haven’t you?”

“Eh, I dunno about that. Seeing my beautiful face is a shock for many people.”

“Oh, I’m sure of it.”

“Hey, Koda? I don’t know about you, but it’s really late here.”

“Really?” Koda asks, then remembers that time zones exist. “Oh crap, what time is it over there?”

“It’s midnight. What about you?”

“It’s eight o’clock. Only four hours difference?”

“Oh hey, that’s not so bad.”

“It reduces our time,” Koda said, a bit whining.

“Not if I have anything to say about it.”

“What are you going to do? Move here? Send for me?”

“You’ll see.”

(from Together) This was a gift for one my best friends on here, @suncatchr​ , and it’s about his ocs!!! I love this a lot bcus while it’s a soulmate au, it’s not ur average soulmate au, and I tried making it as original as possible! And this blurb, I just wanted them to effuse so much love w/o having to say love...cries

9. Which fic has been the hardest to write?

If this is by posted fics, then I remember writing Look What You’ve Done to Me was very very difficult, bcus, since it’s also a gift, for @daniel-bryan​ , I wanted to write it Good, n since my buddy usually wrote from the love interest’s pov, I felt a weird pressure to write Daniel Bryan’s pov as good as I could

10. Which fic has been the easiest to write?

2 of my fics in Spanish!!! My oc centric one, Rayos y Centellas, and my shyan one, oye cariño, solo pienso en ti ! Turns out writing in ur native tongue makes everything easier

11. Is writing your passion or just a fun hobby?

It’s a very passionate hobby!!! I just!!! try to pour all of my love into everything I write!!!

12. Is there an episode above all others that inspires you just a little bit more?

I’m not sure!!! I just watch movies n quietly scream to my gay lonesome bcus No One Ever Watches Movies ;-;

13. What’s the best writing advice you’ve ever come across?

To just keep writing n not stop for details or forgotten lore, bcus it’s important to write down what’s firing u up Right Now. Of course, it’s very difficult following that ;;-;;

14. What’s the worst writing advice you’ve ever come across?

“No adverbs!” “No ‘said’!” “It has to make grammatical sense!” sometimes things Need those

15. If you could choose one of your fics to be filmed, which would you choose?

Was gonna say my rewrite of the end of The Rover, but actually, my SPN fic Ube . Shit was peak inspired

16. If you only could write one pairing for the rest of your life, which pairing would it be?

Eridirk (Eridan Ampora/Dirk Strider from Homestuck) all the way. The one otp that’s stayed thru thick n thin <3

17. Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?

A little mix of both, and tbh it depends on the fic, but I tend to write chronologically

18. Do you use any tools, like worksheets or outlines?

I’ve started bullet pointing my ideas out before writing my fics, and so far, it’s been helping me be more streamlined n get my things written out faster n clearer!

19. Stephen King once said that his muse is a man who lives in the basement. Do you have a muse?

Is the need for representation in all the niche movies I keep watching a muse?

20. Describe your perfect writing conditions.

In my dark room, w music blasting from my laptop, the TV w a soft hum, I have the perfect playlist to get the mood right, curled up in my blankies, n my plushie Sweet Pea by my side

21. How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting?

Zero, we rely on autocorrect & editing while typing and die like men

22. Choose a passage from one of your earlier fics and edit it into your current writing style. (Person sending the ask is free to make suggestions).

YOU DON’T SEEM SCARED.

Del Rio shrugs. “Working as a cop, it makes you numb to some things. It’s good, it lets you react to things as you should, and not how you’d want to.”

YOU SOUND SAD ABOUT THAT.

He makes a noncommittal noise. “It is what it is.” He eats another spoonful of his ice cream, then gets a thought.

“Can you show up?”

HOW SO?

“Can you,” he tries, waving his spoon around, “Manifest?”

I DON’T KNOW. I’LL TRY.

“I’m sure you’ll do just fine,” Del Rio assures, and he can feel the air around him smile. The...world, he thinks, around him shifts just slightly, and there seems to be a chink in the armor for a moment before it goes away, as if someone had wiped the glass clear. He realizes that this is her, trying to show up in a physical form, step out of the phone.

He doesn’t know where to look, but then his confusion wanes when a butterfly shows up, fluttering towards him. It lands near his phone, skitters a bit, flaps its wings.

“Lucy?” he asks, transfixed on the butterfly. Its orange wings are bright under the sunlight.

I THOUGHT I’D TRY SMALL, FOR MY FIRST TRIAL.

“Well, you certainly nailed it.” He smiled warmly at the butterfly, and he had the crazy notion that it smiled back at him.

(adapted from The Policeman , the first fic I posted!)

23. If you were to revise one of your older fics from start to finish, which would it be and why?

Yeah, probably The Policeman lmao, I remember it today n I cringe a little at the very obvious refs to other fandoms I made. Despite that, it continues being one of my best hits!

24. Have you ever deleted one of your published fics?

Never

25. What do you look for in a beta?

I’m just thankful to have gotten a beta in general in life at all

26. Do you beta yourself? If so, what kind of beta are you?

I beta’ed once, and since English is my 2nd language, I pointed out syntax confusion, typos, n continuity errors

27. How do you feel about collaborations?

Can be done, it’s just that I am frightened. Tried doing that, it fell thru, n the new thing that came up, I still have to hold up my end of the bargain ;;-;;

28. Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.

cries omg ok so!!! Chancy_Lurking ( @lurkerviolin​ ) is one of my faves, n we’ve become friends, n their Felix+ Sense8 series is the reason for it all, and u know it’s good if it managed to make a friendship that’s last its good while, and also they’re so nice, and we vibe so well!!! thegoatz ( @daniel-bryan​ ) is also now one of my bestest friends ever, and I wuv him so much, he is such a good kid, n he’s so enthusiastic about writing, and I hope that spark never goes out!!! And adamwhatareyouevendoing ( @skatingthinandice​ ) bcus she’s doing a rewrite of The Last Kingdom where it’s all gay where it should be and vnjkdfsnvkd God, what a wonderful friend!!!

29. If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?

I actually technically am working on a sequel to @rettaroo​ ‘s A New Kind of Touch ! Another promise I have to hold up eventually ;;;-;;;

30. Do you accept prompts?

Sure!

31. Do you take liberties with canon or are you very strict about your fic being canon compliant?

I try to follow canon as much as I possibly can!

32. How do you feel about smut?

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

33. How do you feel about crack?

Eh, it’s alright. I don’t normally look for it, so I don’t really have a solid opinion on it

34. What are your thoughts on non-con and dub-con?

I don’t want to read it, but I have so far encountered it twice very amicably: once here in a ficlet, and another in a longer fic on AO3, and they were both very good

35. Would you ever kill off a canon character?

Probably not, I don’t like sad things!

36. Which is your favorite site to post fic?

AO3! I’m RedLlamas on it!

37. Talk about your current wips.

Lmao which one. The one I’m currently working on is an impregnation kink turned “oh no I actually do wanna have a family” feelings fic!

38. Talk about a review that made your day.

Gonna be real w u, the best comments I’ve gotten have mainly been from my friends, who either write a paragraph or two going into detail of the fic, or just send a one sentence comment that’s just “screams!” I’ve gotten very few paragraphs from other people, n they’re always so!!!

My friends are the realest :’)

39. Do you ever get rude reviews and how do you deal with them?

The perks of being a rarepair writer is that the only people who read my fics are the ones actively looking for content!!! And they can’t complain about my work because No One Else Is Writing For It!!!!!!

40. Write an alternative ending to [insert fic title] (or just the summary of one).

All my fics are masterpieces, so I’ll do a summary change! For don’t you just know (exactly what they’re thinking?)

Dakota finds himself in unexpected heartbreak, and the universe decides to bring him in the direction of a night club with a dancer with stars on his skin.

[ariadnassecretdiary]

The black swan lake AU - Fourth act

*Mun Ari: Are you ready for some romance? Good~ I hope you like it :3 BTW! Happy new year!!

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

Ariadna came back the next day as promised.

It was a little awkward, after all they were in something similar to a fight and coming back as nothing wasn’t easy. 

“How about we start from the very beginning?” Ari asked as soon as they met the next day.

“What you mean?” Kino replied

“Like this” she said offering her hand “Hello, my name is Ariadna Koizumi. Nice to meet you”

“Are you serious?”

“You’ve got a better idea?”

Kino sighed and took her hand.

“Prince Kino, likewise” kissing the back of her hand and Ariadna blushed from the action.

“Why is your face so red?”

“N-Nothing! A-Anyway...how old are you?”

Their little game went on and on with each passing question. They would even go for walks and slowly got to know each other a little better each passing day. Each question lead to another and it turned out they never ran out of topic for conversation. This story could go on and on with each passing day and all they talked about, but we’ll skip a little time until this certain day. This peculiar day they started as they always did: with their daily question game.

“Does your highness have any sort of hobby?”

“I used to be quite busy, so not really”

“That is a shame~ really you don’t have any?”

“Hmm...maybe stargazing?”

“Really?”

“You’ll find it weird, but I look up to the stars and just wonder…” he suddenly stopped.

“What is it?” Ariadna insisted to  Kino into telling her.

“When I was little… I used to watch the stars whenever I felt lost or lonely. It made me feel better”

“You...you were a solitary boy?”

“At a very young age, my father placed me in charge of one part of his kingdom. He isolate me from my brothers. I never understood why… until I thought maybe he had big plans for me”

“It must have been hard on you…”

“That is when Yuri’s family moved over to the castle to look after me. We grew together and has been next to me ever since. He was the only person I had to talk to anyway”

“You didn’t have friends?”

“No… in fact whenever I went out children would make fun of me and some even dared hurting me. They took advantage I wasn’t that strong back then. They will tell me I wasn’t important to my father and that I was abandoned by him. If they knew who they were talking to back then…”

Ariadna felt a knot forming on the pitch of her stomach after the story he just revealed to her.  

“Even then, I did everything I could in order to protect my people. I conquered and made alliance between neighbor kingdoms so that my realm would be prosperous. That is why I watch the stars now and then. They helped me and still do. I feel like they guide me”

Ariadna was moved from Kino’s words, he was kind that was the proof of it. Yet Ariadna couldn't help, but feel empathy for what he just had told her. She knew the feeling so well unfortunately. She placed her hand over his somehow to comfort him.

“What is the matter?”

“I-I...n-nothing” she tried taking her hand away, but he took it instead.

“You went pale for a moment, tell me”

Ariadna sighed before speaking

“When I was little… I used to enjoy being in constant company with children my age. I was very friendly you see. Then...out of nowhere they started pushing me away. I didn’t understand why, until I overheard them saying I was weird and that what was the point on being friends with me if I wouldn’t be useful to them”

Kino listened without saying a word.

“However… unlike you I had my sister and parents with me. So… I sort of understand what is like to be pointed out just for being different and to be on your own. Is admirable you overcome it and carry out your responsibilities”

Kino smiled and so did Ariadna.

Ariadna never had the chance to talk about her past other than Akane and Naomi. It made her feel exposed, but strangely enough...comfortable.

“They supported me and in order to make them proud I started working in being the lady that they would be proud of,  someone worthy and valuable: believe it or not I’m skillful as a knight~”

“Is that so~? I can’t imagine you being the tough type”

“I can prove it if you want to~”

“Interesting~ then…on guard”

Kino stood and took out his sword from his belt and so did Ariadna with a small giggle.

They fought on a friendly match. The swords touched causing a metallic sound and some sparkles even appeared momentary from the impact. Ariadna tried keeping a serious face, but she was having so much fun just for the match that would smiled and giggle.

 At a certain point, Kino made a movement that made Ariadna lose balance in order to avoid being hit by Kino’s sword. Kino retrieve the sword and tried avoiding Ariadna’s fall by pulling her from her arm. That ended in both of them in the ground Ariadna below Kino and looking at each other’s eyes. Both opened their eyes surprised and went silence. Ariadna’s heart was beating so fast…was it the exercise they’ve just made or was it close they were from one another?

“Are you ok?”

“Y-yes…”

They didn’t made the attempt to move. They just kept staring and Ariadna felt her face red from embarrassment. 

“You are good, but not enough to beat me” Kino spoke in a teasing tone.

“Y-You were just lucky since I f-fell, but next time I’ll beat you!” Ari replied trying to distract her attention from this strange situation. 

Kino simply laughed and stood up. He then offered her his hand to help her, which she accepted. Once up, however, the moss from the ground made her slipped and almost fell once again. Kino helped her remain in place by grabbing her by the waist. Now, they were really close from one another. Ariadna blushed harder and tried getting away, but Kino wouldn’t let her.

“I-I’m so sorry! I’m u-usually not this c-clumsy!”

“I find that statement unbelievable~ if it wasn’t for me you would have fallen once again~”

“Yet! T-The first time it was you who made me lose balance!”

They looked at each other and laughed. They laughed for just the silliest things recently. When the laughter stopped Ariadna tried pushing Kino away, but again he wouldn’t allow her to do so.

“You know, I’m safe now. T-Thank you for the help”

“It was nothing”

“W-Well...is getting late, isn’t it?”

“Yes, you’re right”

“C-Could you...let go of me?”

“Of course”

Nothing…

“H-How about...now?”

“Not yet, is not safe”

“Huh?”

Ariadna couldn’t understand why wouldn’t he let go of her. Yet, she waited. Ariadna tried to avoid Kino’s gaze, he was looking at her so intensely that made her nervous. Even the way he looked at her from time to time wouldn’t help …  just like he was doing it right now.

“Kino! She’s co– oh… Am I interrupting something?” they were interrupted by Yuri that came to them is a hurry.

They both looked at Yuri and Ariadna took advantage of Kino’s distraction to get away from him.

“I really have to go Kino… S-See you tomorrow!”

And with that Ariadna waved at them and ran towards the exit.

“Seriously Yuri?”

“I see you’re making a good progress with Miss Ariadna”

“You think so?”

“You don’t want to see it Kino, but from what I saw… you two have become closer”

Kino was about to reply when he sensed Sabine was arriving. Kino was having enough of her constant visits, but if things were according to plan… it wouldn’t be long before everything would be over.

.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

Ariadna threw herself to her bed. Her heart beating against her chest. She ran as fast as she could back home and her face was burning hot.

(What was that just now? Why would I be so clumsy? Why he refused to let go of me? What was that gaze he was giving me? But a better question would be… why it took me so much to actually do something about it?) Ariadna thought.

Many things were changing between them lately… or that’s what Ariadna thought. She felt he got to know him even more, he seemed to be nicer and kinder to her, they seemed to have many things in common, they had fun even over silly things and they always felt time would fly when they were together… or was it just her? What worried her the most was that, lately, she had caught herself thinking about him almost all the time.

(Lately… I can’t seem to control myself when I’m around Kino. I feel so nervous and is so hard to act as if I’m calm. This side of him that I’m seeing is so different from the first… which one is the real Kino?) 

The memory of that evening’s event came back to her mind. She still felt his firm grip on her waist, the intensity of his gaze, how their bodies were so close to each other, even the smells surrounding them. For a moment… it was only them.

Ariadna grabbed a pillow to cover her embarrassed face.

(I-I don’t seem to be bother by many things he does and says, on the contrary I don’t want to miss anything about him. He’s so attentive and kind… hold on… c-could it be…!?) 

She muffled a scream with her pillow.

(Oh no… I-I… I fell in love…with Kino…!?)

Now, she was scared. She had only fallen in love once and it didn’t end well. Then there was the mystery: how Kino felt for her? What if she confused things? If she were to tell him… would he correspond her feelings? What if he didn’t? Would he made fun of her? And then there was his curse… what it was all a dream and he will disappear eventually? 

So many questions were eating her in the inside… she was terrified.

(Now… what I’m going to do? I can’t help having this sensations whenever I’m with him, when we talk, when we touch… just what I’m going to do…?)

.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

Ariadna did her best to act normal. Yet, not matter what she tried she couldn’t help but blushing now and then, tremble or just stutter when she spoke. She couldn’t look at him in the eye. Kino noticed it, but Ariadna would refuse it and simply find an excuse for her behaviour.

However, one day Ariadna felt exhausted. She was a mess, her heart was a mess. She felt like she lacked air and for her own well being decided to take a rest. She didn’t want to see him, at least until her mind and heart were in order. Although a part of herself felt really guilty for not telling Kino about her sudden absence. Yet, she hoped he’ll understand.

“Where is she?” Kino walked from one side to the other impatiently.

“Have patience Kino, she might be delayed that’s all” Yuri tried to calmed him down, but Kino wouldn’t listen.

“She’s never this late. Something must have happened”

“Why you say so?”

“Because she’s been acting weird lately. She avoids looking to my eyes, she stutter more lately, she stops me to get close to her…”

“Maybe she’s sick? Lately, her face is constantly red… maybe she has a fever”

“That… or she has enough of me once again” Kino states with a hurt tone.

“No… that can’t be”

“Yuri, do you remember when she almost drown in the lake? She entered there to retrieve this” Kino threw Yuri the small purse where the ring laid inside and Yuri went silence.

“Of course she fail, but can you imagine what would have happened is she had succeeded?”

“She would be long gone…”

“Exactly”

“Yet… she didn’t. And since then she has come back each day”

“But for how long? I don’t know what is going on!”

“You need to calm down, you can ask her when she comes”

“What if she doesn’t?” Kino grunted “lately, I haven’t being completely myself”

“Why you mean?”

“I can’t seem to keep Ariadna away from my mind… Maybe…”

“Maybe?”

“Maybe I care a lot for Ariadna, but I don’t understand why”

Yuri looked at him and finally said:

“I see… maybe you haven’t realize that you’ve fallen in love with her?”

Kino opened his eyes in realization… so that was how being in love felt like? Having that someone in your mind and being unable to be completely yourself? Knowing all this still made him wonder: why he felt uneasy not knowing what to do next?

“Now that you know: what are you going to do?”

“I’m don’t know… I need answers. I need to see her!”

“What?”

“I’ll go for her”

 “W-Wait! No, Kino you can’t!”

“No! I need to find her!”

“There’s no need, I’m right here”

From the forest emerged a figure, as it got closer and the moonlight illuminated it’s face it showed no other than Ariadna herself. 

Kino went to greet her and Ariadna went to his encounter as well. Once they were close they looked at each other. However, Ariadna broke contact and lowered her gaze. This didn’t go unnoticed by Kino. There was a moment of silence and Yuri knew that they had many things to talk about.

“I think you two need to talk in private” Yuri said and finally left them alone.

“What it took you so long?”

“I-I had some problems t-to attend…”

“Do you realize such huge crimes you’ve committed just now? Abandon me and making me worried is something unforgettable!”

“B-But now I’m here…”

“I want you to take responsibility for what you’ve made”

“W-What? How?”

“I just want you to answer a simple question”

“I-I’ll try…”

“Lately you’ve been acting strange: just what is going on with you?”

Ariadna opened her mouth trying to find an answer, but no words came at first. She breathed in and said:

“I-I don’t know what y-you mean”

“Don’t play dumb, you look very nervous around me and won’t even look into my eyes. What is it?”

“I’m sorry…”

“Why are you apologizing? I want you to say it clearly”

Ariadna felt her heart was about to burst inside her chest. How could she tell him… that she can’t help feeling this way for him? That is something she can’t completely explain or even control?

“K-Kino… I want to know why is it that you insist in spending time together? D-Don’t get me wrong! Being with you is delightful, but I f-feel something has changed between us and… m-maybe it is only me, but I want to know what is it”

“What is it what? You need to be more specific”

“Why you made Yuri-san bringing me here in the first time? Then, after our discussion you wanted me to stay even though we didn’t like each other back then. Finally, you agreed to change in a way… why are you doing this?”

Kino looked at her serious. Ariadna was scared for a moment she had said something to make him angry.

“F-Forget it! Is j-just that I’m so confused lately… maybe is just my imagination” she laughed  nervously.

Kino made her go silence, then he finally spoke:

“You want to reason as to why you were brought here in the first time, don’t you?”

 Ariadna nodded and waited for him to answer her.

“You are well aware about my curse, but you don’t know the story behind it.

As you know, I’m a prince from a very distant kingdom: the raven kingdom. I was highly respected and of course many wanted to either being my allies or they wanted me dead. It was the same thing with the ladies. There was this certain girl that would be very insistent, called Sabine. She kept trying win me over, but back then I wasn’t interested in anything other than my responsibilities as a prince. However, she decided to declare her feelings for me and I have to confess I was cruel towards her. I humiliated her, because I thought she was only after my power or wealth and that she was just any other girl. Yet she had knowledge of magic and she was the one that placed the curse upon me, Yuri and took everything away from me by keeping me here”.

Ariadna felt her heart sinking. Sure Kino was really mean towards the girl, but he also had suffered as a consequence. She looked at him and she could see how he truly regret his actions. He did had changed, besides she know him for a while now to read into his eyes and actions when he was being honest… and this one was one of those moments. Ariadna finally came to a decision. 

“Kino… I want to help you” Ariadna broke the silence.

“Help me? What you mean?”

“The spell, the spell that was placed upon you”

Kino tensed.

“Is not that easy”

“P-Please tell me! It pains me to see you in this situation. T-There must be a way to break the spell!”

“There is”

“Really?”

“And that is by marrying Sabine: marrying the witch that placed the spell on me… you must understand that doesn’t sound appealing at all” Kino’s joke sounded rather bitter. 

“W-What? N-No! There must be another way!”

“Indeed, there is another way”

“Really? Tell me!”

“For the curse to break I need to find a girl who would be able to love me just the way I am right now. She has to love me back and then…”

“And then… ?”

“She has to prove her love to me by making a declaration of her love to the world”

Ariadna swallowed. That was sure difficult…

“Ariadna” Kino suddenly called her and when she looked at him he took her face into his hands.

“I first brought you here to help me break the spell by fool you into make the declaration, however…”

Kino caressed Ariadna’s cheek making her shiver and blush.

“However, I changed my mind about you”

“W-What you m-mean?”

“Ariadna, I came to realize something: When I met you I could only think in how much you irritated me. Many times I wanted to get rid of you, yet I noticed I couldn’t take you out of my mind. That time when you almost drown I didn’t think twice before I jumped and save you. I was really hurt when you tried to get your ring and ran away from me…”

Ariadna listened to him and felt her heart racing. 

“Then you changed everything. You wanted to get to know me, I’ve never shared so many things about my private life since I’ve never felt comfortable about it… only you could make that possible. What I’m trying to say is…”

Kino brought Ariadna closer by pulling her by the waist and Ariadna felt the air leaving her lungs.

“I’m in love with you Ariadna. And I want you to be in love with me too”

Ariadna blushed deeper with Kino’s declaration. Was it a dream? Was it really happening? She looked to his eyes and they matched his words. They looked at her with so much honesty and certainty that Ariadna felt a warmth inside her melting her whole being. 

“Now, I’m asking you: Would you...be willing to fall in love with me?”

That was it: his eyes, his words and just everything about him moved Ariadna deeply and her heart was now shouting for her to answer. Ariadna then took a deep breath and finally said:

“No”

“No!?”

“No… b-because I’m a-already in love with you…”

“You are!?”

“Kino… j-just like you said: when I met you I really c-couldn’t stand you. I couldn’t see you as a mere m-monster and I was so scared of your cruelty. Yet when you s-saved me, I decided to give you another opportunity. And I’m so glad I did! I saw that below that mean and spoiled attitude… You are so funny, c-charming and so kind that I-I couldn’t help, but f-fallen in love with y-you.”

Those words were exactly what Kino needed. He leaned down and captured her lips into his in a kiss. Ariadna opened her eyes surprised, but slowly closed them to correspond it. The kiss was tender and gentle, they could feel their feelings flowing from one another. Kino pulled her closer to him to deepened the kiss and Ariadna allowed him to do so. Her legs trembled and she felt like her whole being was melting for the sensation. Ariadna felt like the rest of the world had vanished and the two of them were the only ones left. She felt like a dream and wished for it to never end, it was her own fairytale.

When they separated they joined their foreheads to enjoy the moment. They lacked air, but it didn’t matter. Ariadna felt like crying from the happiness her heart was experiencing, but the conversation they had just a few minutes ago made her heart ache. She really wanted Kino to be happy and for that: she needed to help him with his curse.

“I-I’ll do it” Ariadna finally stated

“Do what?”

“I’ll do it! I’ll m-make a declaration of my love for you Kino”

“But… it has to be in front of everyone Ari”

“I know…”

“Are you sure… you want to do it?”

“O-Of course! B-Because…”

Ariadna hugged Kino tightly.

“Because I want to you to be free”

Kino was so moved, she was going to do it… for him. He was about to lean to kiss her once again when...

“KINO! Hurry!”

They both looked and saw Yuri running towards them in a hurry. 

“What happened?” Kino asked.

“It’s Sabine! She’s coming this way! She came earlier than usual!”

Kino grunted and looked towards Ariadna 

“You have to go”

“N-No! I can’t leave you! L-Let me talk to her, maybe I can change her mind!”

“It won’t work, she’s crazy: she’ll go nuts if she finds out you have been coming here all this time”

“T-Then… I’ll come tomorrow with an army!”

“Ariadna, no. She’s a witch, remember? Besides she might even hurt you” Kino took her chin gently “I’ll be ok, you need to go”

Ariadna wanted to stay so bad, more now with everything he had told her, but Kino looked worried about her wellbeing that she couldn’t go against him. She really felt useless in this situation, then an idea popped into her head:

“T-Tomorrow! There’s a ball tomorrow’s night! I-If you come I’ll make my declaration in front of everybody! That way your curse will be broken!”

“I can’t leave this place… if I’m not in the lake I’ll stay as a swan”

“You need to try! Please! It’s the only way!”

“KINO!” Yuri said anxiously and Kino cursed under his breath from the pressure.

“Fine! I’ll be there. Now go!”

Ariadna looked at him relieved. She was about to leave when she got on her tiptoes and kissed Kino once again in the lips and he corresponded it. They really wished to had more time…

Finally, Ariadna left and a few moments later Sabine made her appearance.

“Kino dear~ how are you today~?” Sabine asked

“I’m actually good Sabine, thanks for asking~”

“Hm? Why would the reason be~?”

“Although they are rare, I have my good days. Believe it or not~”

“And I think that girl has to do with it, has it?”

Kino felt like a bucket of cold water had fallen into him. 

“What?”

“You think I wouldn’t find out~?”

“How you did?”

“I happened to want to give a special present today and decided to come earlier. But what was my surprise when I saw a horse tied to a tree in the forest. At first, I thought it could be lost, when I saw a girl coming out the waterfall! Then, I heard her saying your name while blushing!”

Kino closed his eyes defeated, just when everything was going so well.

“So you actually managed to get yourself a girl huh? Unbelievable…” Sabine’s tone sounded cold and started trembling from the rage “How could you!? After all I’ve done to win you over… all sacrifices I’ve made… this pretty place I made for you…WHY!?”

Kino was not a bit guilty about his words, in fact he was angry.

“Don’t make me laugh! ‘All the things you’ve made for me’? ‘Sacrifices’? You think this place is something anyone would have wanted? This is not a paradise this is a prison!”

“All I did is because I love you Kino!”

“Silence! I don’t and I made it very clearly that day. I was never interested in you and you couldn’t deal with that fact! You love me? What a joke!”

Kino was infuriated and after all Sabine has said and done to him she seriously believed it would change the way he felt for her?

“Why…Why is it that you love her and not me!?”

“You want the truth?”

“YES! WHY!? WHAT SHE HAS THAT I DON’T!?”

“Because unlike you she’s kind, brave and compassionate. She doesn’t care about my title or isn’t greedy. She made an effort to get to know me and most importantly she isn’t interested in anything I could provide to her”

Sabine was crying tears of fury, how could Kino have fallen in love with a mere peasant and could defend her as he was doing it?

“I LOVE YOU MORE THAN SHE DOES! I’VE LOVE YOU LONGER THAT SHE HAS! SHE IS A NOBODY!”

“Watch your words Sabine! Now listen to me clearly: she’ll be better than you’ll ever be and you simply disgust me”

Savine lowered her gaze and cried for some minutes until suddenly she stopped. She stood up and looked at Kino with dangerous eyes.

“Is that so? So you decided to chose her over me? Very well~ Then, let’s see if she would be able to save you~"

Behind her the early rays of the sun appeared and showered both Kino and Yuri turning them back into his swan and raven form respectively. Sabine then approached them and with a movement of her fingers roots from the ground grabbed them by their feet. 

“I’ve heard that she invited you over to a ball tonight, didn’t she~? Well, that’s marvelous! It’s been a while since I last assisted to one~!” Sabine talked to them in a mocking way “It’s a shame you can’t come with me~ too bad, but don’t worry! I tell you every single detail once I come back~!”

Sabine laughed while vanishing. Kino moved its wings angrily and Yuri squawked in fear.

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Ariadna arrived to her home just in the middle of a commotion. Everybody was in a hurry with the preparations of the ball. Ariadna managed to avoid people carrying stuff here and there, she found her family gathered and planning some things when she approached them.

“Ari! Good to see you! Where were you?” her mother, Morena, asked her.

“I went out for a ride, how are the organization going?” Ari answered.

“We are deciding the color of the flowers and the music to play, good thing you arrived” Akane spoke

“Hmm… the flowers could be… red roses?” Ari suggested

“Red roses? For our birthday party? Isn’t that more suitable for any other ball?”

“Red roses? You mean the ones that mean ‘love’? It seems someone is rather romantic lately~" Daisuke, Ari’s father, teased her.

“Oh~! Nothing like that! I thought, since it’s almost winter, red could match with the winter theme we chose~" Ari answered 

“Didn’t you said you didn’t like red roses because of their meaning exactly?”

“Did I said that? Well, I changed my mind~"

The three of them looked at Ariadna surprised, she was in a very good mood lately and now she was being a little cheesy.

“I suppose you’ll suggest some romantic pieces for the music~?” Daisuke mentioned

“Oh~ that could be a good idea~! After all, winter is a rather romantic season… well at least for me~" Ari added 

“Romantic winter… that isn’t fit for a birthday ball” Akane commented in an annoyed tone.

“Akane~ I met your mother at my birthday ball, remember? Besides, a ball no matter the theme or time of the year is a great opportunity to find love~" Daisuke commented while kissing Morena on the lips.

“Oh dear~ You know how Ari gets all flustered whenever we kiss~"

Yet when they looked at her, Ari was lost in thought. When she saw her parents kiss, she couldn’t help but remember her own kiss from just a few hours ago.

“Heh~? She isn’t bothered at all~” Akane mentioned noticing her strange attitude.

“E-Eh? I-I…”

“OH! Honey, Ari is hiding something from us!” Morena said in a playful tone.

“Something? More like SOMEONE~" Daisuke added and the three of them laughed

Ariadna couldn’t help, but blush. Suddenly, the three stopped and became more surprised.

“Hold on! She is indeed, hiding some important information from us!” Akane exclaimed.

“What!? Oh! Who is it? Who is it Ari?” Morena exclaimed excited

“I-I!”

“Tell us little princess! This is such great news!” Daisuke cheered for Ari to tell them

“I-I… I can’t tell you about him… not yet at least” Ari answered. Although Kino didn’t specified he wanted to keep his identity hidden, she was afraid they’ll insist her to tell them EVERYTHING about him and that had to mean telling his UNFORTUNATE story… like she did to Naomi.

“Oh~ Now, I’m even more curious about him!”

“Why won’t you invite him to the ball? That way, he won’t feel pressured to meet their soon-to-be parents-in-law. I would have prefered a ball than a private reunion if you ask me~" Daisuke suggested

“Oh honey! That is an amazing idea!”

“O-Oh… I already invited him. I hope he’ll make it”

“Really!? Oh! How wonderful! LISTEN EVERYBODY!”  Daisuke called for everyone’s attention “Tomorrow everything needs to be even more perfect! The theme will be now be ‘romantic winter birthday’! Now I want white, red and silver everywhere! Red roses in every single flowerpot and tell the director to play sweet and delicate music! We possibly have an important guest coming to the ball and it’s fundamental everything goes according to plan! Besides~ It’s the princesses’ birthdays! Now, please everyone get back to work!”

Ariadna heard everyone clapping and talking about who this mysterious guest could be and she couldn’t help but blush.

(Kino would be very pleased) Ari thought while blushing. 

She thought it was very considerate having such a warm welcome from her family. She felt butterflies in her stomach and now she couldn’t wait for that night to come~!

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Sabine appeared in another part of the forest, although she was still angry she was thinking in a way to fix this small inconvenience.

“All this commotion made me remember something and gave me an idea nevertheless~!”

Sabine spoke again in an unknown language and from the mud a figure emerged with the appearance of Kino. 

“Today at the ball, this illusion will take his place. When that silly girl sees it, she’ll think it’s him and she’ll declare her love for the wrong man. I’m so glad I remembered there is a “but” in my curse: if the girl Kino’s is in love with declares her feelings to another person, Kino will die~” she said while working on the mud figure to come to life.

“If he chose death over me, so may it be! Now, I wonder~: would that girl be able to know who the real Kino is~?  Or it would be too late~?” Sabine laughed in an evil tone.

To be continued…

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

*Mun Ari: Happy new year everybody! I hope you had a wonderful night with all your love ones and I wish all your wishes and purposes of this year come true! 

This is story is turning out so pretty I can’t wait to show you the end of it! I hope I’ll post it in the next 2-3 days ^^'. BTW! I made a insta history with a visual guide of almost all the characters in this AU if you want to check it out! it’s here --> The black swan lake AU - character’s visual guide

Before I go I want to thank you all for the support you’ve given me so far! It means the world to me :’3. You all inspire me to keep on creating content and I’m so happy you like what I do! Thank you :’3. Stay tuned to the last part of this story!