#i'll still do fan art of course

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

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horror is so BLESSED he's the only one out of the murder time trio that has actual good people trying to influence his story 💔💔 dust and killer were both driven to INSANITY because of the choices of their respective humans but horror??? every time without FAIL the polls for horrortale's plotline have always ended in a good place for aliza (either by bettering her relationships/reputation or for her to just. not DIE)

horrortale's potential alternate timelines my beLOVEd🙏🙏 they're SO lucky that we're being kind and benevolent hehe (≧ω≦) now where are the aus based off the possible different outcomes that could've happened in horrortale HUH???? (like how aliza couldve killed toriel or chosen horror's puzzle or gone with undyne to the core........)

[disposal-blueeee]

doodles

edgar vargas and squee by johnen vasquez

scriabin by zarla-s

[sherlock-is-ace]

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[ckret2]

So a while ago some friends were talking about fans who claim the Same Coin theory is canon. And I made the mistake of saying:

Do you know who also has tons in common with Bill? Mabel. Yet nobody claims Bill reincarnated as Mabel. …wait now I want a "same coin but it's Mabel" AU. Funniest Bill reincarnation option. The all-seeing arsonist is making macaroni glitter art. The omnipotent tyrant is crying because a unicorn called her a bad person.

And then I overthought it for two months.

So—AU where after death, Bill's soul shoots 13 years into the past and reincarnates as Mabel. I'll call it ✨ Sparkly Coin AU ✨

Don't leave yet. Lemme show you why it works. Behold the eerie amount of parallels in their personalities, dialogue, behavior, mannerisms, tastes...

I could have kept going but my attention span ran out. All right, we all on board now? Convinced we could segue from one personality into the other? Great. Now here's why you should be interested: the juicy post-Weirdmageddon angst potential.

As long as a small fringe of the fandom still thinks Weirdmageddon is Mabel's fault, why not amp that up x100 and have some fun with it?

Is everyone sold now? Great. Let's get into the details. I've got 8 more pieces of art under the read more.

So the AU starts the instant Bill dies. Thanks to invoking his deal with the Axolotl—one way to absolve his crime, a different form, a different time—the Axolotl gives him a new shape and shoots him thirteen years into the past. Apparently, the Axolotl thought it would be very funny to stick Bill in the family that defeated him.

Which probably made for a jarring transition.

(It's fine, she's like 10 minutes old, she probably can't even tell who she's looking at. Not being able to tell who she was looking at is what got her into this situation ayyyy)

When Dipper & Mabel come back from Gravity Falls complaining about this triangular jerk Bill, their parents mention that Dipper's name was nearly Bill. See, after they knew they were going to have a boy, one night their mom dreamed about a visitor—some kind of magic pink salamander??—calling her child "BILL." Then at the next sonogram they found out they were having twins, the girl must've been hidden at a weird angle the first time, and they wanted matching names, so they thought, Bill and Bell. But they didn't really like Bell; but eventually they stumbled on Mabel, so to keep the names matching they switched from Bill to Mason. Isn't that the darnedest thing?

(Of course, Mabel and Dipper assume Bill harassed their parents to try to trick them into naming a kid after him. To be a jerk.)

When Bill meets Mabel, he's unaware that she's his future self—Bill's notably bad at doing things like, say, double-checking to see whether he's going to die anytime soon—but like... he can tell something's up.

Naturally, before visiting Gravity Falls, there were echoes of who Mabel used to be—but nothing anyone would be able to identify without context. All her Bill-ish quirks either smoothed out with time (see: how between second grade and fourth grade Mabel went from being the "freak" to the popular girl in class), or else they were accepted by her family as Mabel-ish quirks.

After they meet (and kill) Bill, they have the context to understand some of Mabel's behaviors... and unfortunately, some of Mabel's latent Bill-ness starts surfacing after she's been directly exposed to her prior incarnation.

The part of the Pines family familiar with Bill thinks the worst case scenario is that maybe Bill's survived and is slowly possessing Mabel; but far more likely, they think this is just some weird way of trying to subconsciously process last summer. Mabel doesn't think she's being weird, you guys are being weird, stop giving her weird looks. They get attacked by one triangle and now she can't wear yellow or pick up macrame as a hobby??

(It's not all red flags and uncomfortable triangle imagery, though. When Stan asks her what she'd like as a gift for some important event, she shyly admits that she thinks she's starting to outgrow her plastic gem jewelry and maybe she's old enough to get her first piece of real gold jewelry, if that's not too expensive? And Stan's never been so proud of her. Thirteen years old and already thinking about buying gold!)

But of course, the real fun starts when Mabel finds out.

That's the face of a girl who's just discovered that she tortured her great uncle. Now imagine running into the brother she possessed.

But I've already spent a million words and thirteen images on this post. If enough folks are interested in the AU maybe I'll expand on it later. Let me know what y'all think.

[rxmye]

" 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 "

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄!𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 — For so long, he found art in his surroundings, nature was his muse . . who would've thought that he'd be able to find another muse, within you.

gender neutral reader / yandere oc x reader / obsessive / unhealthy themes / I guess the reader is his 'hater' / perfectionist yandere / kind of egotistic yandere / he has a praise kink frfr / maybe a bit self centered . . / kind of unedited / also might appeal to ppl with a savior complex

masterlist | requesting rules | character info . . . a/n: I feel like Lore takes up a good chunk of this fic, but enjoy . . also might be one of my longest fics . .

He was a calming presence, and a thoughtful friend to all he called his own. Elegance took a human form, in Xavier Wilson—A beautiful work of art indeed . . Born presenting a talent that could rival many others in the industry.

From a young age, Xavier presented himself as a man of the arts, often drawing out vivid tapestries of his dreams or memories. He would often lose himself in the pages of his notebook, scribbling away with intricate drawings and stories, his mind was his own magnum opus.

However—people was never his strong suit. It left a bitter taste in his mouth, surely if he was as magnificent as those around him expressed, he'd most certainly be able to recreate the portraits of those around him?—But no, none of his portraits could compare to his various other works.

As he got a bit older, his mother decided to enroll him in classes that could help expand his talents, which ranged from various music lessons, theater (didn't end well), art history—etc . . .

Xavier let out a breathy sigh, staring at the keys of the grand piano absentmindedly—his gloved fingers gently glide over the keys, tired would be the best way to describe him as of right now—his professor had left an hour ago, yet Xavier couldn't find it in himself to move.

Truth be told, Xavier wasn't a fan of music, he preferred quiet solitude—and though he had long since gotten used to the sound of the piano, violin, and any of the other ridiculous instruments his mother was so keen on getting him to play—he still preferred the silence over all.

Over the course of time, Xavier disinterest towards music dimmed—Alongside his distaste towards instruments . . He figured the reason he disliked it so much was due to his inability to play as perfectly as his professor . . Xavier was a perfectionist, and anything he couldn't perfect was simply 'wrong' in his eyes, and as he reached his teen years, he accepted that fact wholeheartedly.

Xavier stood still, as his mother fixed his tie for him—he could do it himself but he let her enjoy this moment, she always disliked watching her son 'grow up so fast'—"are you nervous?", she asked softly, gently holding his hands, smiling so brightly.

'Am I nervous?—' he thought, clearly not. He felt calm, neutral even. It was his first big show, yet internally he knew that things would end well for him, he could feel it. He's always been lucky, in fact his father's nickname for him as a child was quite literally 'Puer aureus' which translated to 'the golden boy' from Latin.

He clicked his tongue, a common habit of his—especially when he wasn't being exactly truthful—he paused for a moment as if to think, then he smiled at his mother, "Just a bit, but I'll be fine" he spoke calmly, gently squeezing her hand to reassure her. "Don't worry, I've prepared well for this . . Haven't I?"

Praise, he adored praise, and that day he received quite a lot of it—not just from his parents, or acquaintances . . .—but crowds of people. Honestly, it stroked his ego, quite a bit . .

By seventeen years of age, Xavier's talent was known worldwide, his rise to fame quite massive and fast . . He had to attend class, while also hosting live performances and art galleries. (such a struggle, really . . .)

University admissions were coming around, and most of his friends had chosen what schools they plan on applying to—what path they plan on going into—what school they hope to go to the most, the conversation was an eye opener and yet it all felt so bitter.

Xavier tapped his pen on the table, zoning out from the conversation his friends were having . . only to zone back in when Neva spoke, "—so Xavier, have you decided where you'll be applying too . . ? I'm sure you'll get in."

He clicked his tongue in response, closing his eyes absentmindedly as he spoke, "To be honest, not really . . probably something arts related?", Xavier was about to speak up again but stopped himself, starring down at the table, a sigh escaping his lips.

"That seems like a waste of money", he looked up, starring at Oliver with questioning eyes, and Oliver quickly explained himself, "Art school is great and all—But it won't really make much of a difference for you, in fact the rules could restrict your talent . . It could be better for you to just try something new? You're good in school a degree outside of your comfort zone may be something good for you!"

He hated that his friend was right, he hated being wrong. He prided himself for always knowing what was best for himself and his abilities, and in a spur of pettiness he found himself taking art anyway, trying to prove his friend wrong . . even though he was well aware his intentions were pure in all ways.

Xavier had done well in his courses so far, and with his fame, he was breezing through classes—and yet, when the topics of portraits came up . . he found all that floating out the window.

None of the models they had for class, felt right—none of the art he did, felt authentic . . felt like himself, when it came to art, Xavier took everyone to paradise, his art felt like peace . . his art was calm . . his music was soft, lulling almost . .

Yet now, as he stared at his canvas, covered in mixed harsh colours, a vibrant mess of paint, his brushes wrecked, paint dripping from the easel . . It felt like anything but calm.

And that's when he dropped out, a question to his perfection would wreck the fragile image of himself he had created in his mind, a man so perfect and lucky in his own right a humbling experience like that was to never see the light of day.

Xavier found himself turning to something different, just like Oliver suggested, his alternatives were selective, yet he kept many paths open, Photography, fashion, and business were his top picks and things he found himself surprisingly enjoying . . Surely if he could paint and create melodies of such wonders, then he can stitch some fabric together, solve a few equations, and take a few photo's here and there just fine . . right?

A few years had past, and Xavier was now running his very own Luxury fashion line, he still hosted art galleries here and there, and composed music on the side, but his business took up most of his time.

But on his free days he'd turn to photography, taking pictures of things he sought comfort in . . and people, he'd often take pictures of unsuspecting people, pretty ones . . people not so pretty as well, just to try and recreate the life they had on a canvas . . yet somehow always failing to do so.

The moment Xavier found himself close, he'd reach a dead end . . and that destroyed him, internally.

Over the years, he accepted the small flaws in his behavior, and tried his best to reform them, presenting himself as the perfect public figure. He did go to therapy in the past, but when things started rising up, he quit entirely.

Xavier laid back on his office chair, and scrolled through his recent posts comment section, and as expected almost all of it was praise . . some of envy, but that only fueled his ego more . . Until he found a comment that set him off, "His art is so melancholy, it feels a bit sad . . His previous works were brighter, like more happy but now it kind of feels sad . . Like the life in his work isn't there anymore."

Xavier stared at the comment dumbfounded, never had he received that kind of feedback . . portraits he drew were indeed lifeless, but his other art was always regarded as lively, and that was what he always strived for . . Curious, and in a fit of rage . . he clicked on the commenters profile, and saw you.

You, you . . You were what he was looking for, his muse. So, full of life . . He scrolled through your page, and couldn't help but feel the urge to draw you, and paint you . . and paint you he did. . Because soon his entire studio was filled with pieces inspired by you . . so full of 'life' . . .

Yet at some point, he had reached the end of your posts, and it just wasn't enough . . he needed you . . He wanted your feedback, he craved your praise . . like no other, he wanted input . . he wanted to know if his work was truly still lifeless . . he wanted you.

After all, a artist isn't complete without his muse.

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@ rxmye , do not repost, plagiarize, translate, or adapt my work/theme without prior permission and or confirmation.

[incorrectbatfam]

Do the batfam read fanfic of themselves or each other? What kinds do they read?

Barbara: *at the Batcomputer, trying not to laugh*

Dick: What is it?

Barbara: Nothing. It's just... I found people's fanfictions about you.

Dick: Me?

Barbara: All of you.

Jason: What are people saying about me?

Barbara, reading the author's note: "I wrote this because there isn't enough for my soft baby Red Hood who did nothing wrong uwu."

Jason: *gags*

Steph: Ooh, what about me?

Barbara, reading another author's note: "Sorry for not updating, the Joker kidnapped my entire family and I had to escape via the sewers where I lived amongst Scarecrow's mutated experimental rats for three months (also I had homework). Anyway this chapter is a fix-it because there is way too much Spoiler slander out there."

Steph: Damn right there is.

Barbara: Duke's one started in 2015, is a million words and counting, and at some point became a crossover with Spider-Man, Naruto, and Super Mario. There's also fan art.

Duke: Fuck yeah.

Tim: What did I get?

Barbara: A lot of crossovers with Danny Phantom and a bunch where you're Selina's apprentice.

Tim: Meh, could be worse.

Barbara: Damian has a bunch of crossovers with something called Miraculous Ladybug. There are also a ton where your ages are reversed and Damian's the first Robin.

Damian: I'm not touching either of those with a ten-foot sword.

Dick: Wait, we still haven't seen mine.

Barbara: *types into the search bar*

Barbara: The top three are all original character inserts. There's the main character being sold to the Wayne family, a reader-insert love triangle with Nightwing and Red Hood, and one where they're a new adoptive bat-sibling... that also ends in romance.

Dick: Ew. Forget I asked.

Barbara: The shipping can get worse, trust me.

Harper: Do I wanna know about mine?

Barbara: Don't worry, no one remembers you. Or Luke, Kate, Bette, Helena, Jean-Paul, and most of our non-Gotham friends. Or me and Alfred, unless it's convenient. Actually, it's kinda skewed against us ladies overall.

Harper: I'll take the misogyny for once.

Cass: And me?

Barbara, reading the first line: "Hi my name is Cassandra Wu-San Dementia Raven Wayne—"

Bruce, walking in: What are you doing?

Barbara, quickly closing the tab: Working on a case. The Riddler's at it again.

Bruce: Well, I need to use the computer. It's confidential.

Barbara: Of course.

Everyone: *leaves*

Bruce: *checks over his shoulder*

Bruce: *logs into Ao3*

Bruce, posting: This is a domestic no-capes universe where the bats are one big happy family. Feedback is appreciated.

Cullen, the first comment: Seems out of character.

[door-insurance]

Ahm, hello Life is Strange fandom- I got an announcement

I have been working on my own LiS fan visual novel

This is VortexVN,

You play as Victoria waking up from a hangover with no memory of the week prior, you are tasked with piecing together what happened between her and one of the 4 love interests.

And of course the love interests are:

-Chloe (Chaseprice)

-Max (Chasefield)

-Kate (Chasemarsh)

-Rachel (Amberchase)

The game starts with a quiz; you unlock a route by picking answers related to the character you wanna romance (they are very obvious)

It takes place in an AU where the events of LiS1 and BtS didn't really happen and there are no special powers, Victoria's still a bi tch- I guess that's her special powers.

Think of this game as a spiritual successor to Love is Strange by Team Rumblebee rather than Life is Strange 1

Gameplay so far is your typical point and click visual novel affair, you will be given options to explore rooms, examine objects and talk to other characters- the interactions will play a crucial part in how the game ends,

You can win the girl or get rejected or worse... It will depend on how Victoria carried herself throughout the game,

Mistreating certain characters may prove to be a dealbreaker for the love interest,

Each girl has two close friends in the dorm that you should not upset (I'll reveal who in the guide pdf)

This game is also perfect for Victoria haters as you can ruin her life

The game has its own journal system that will be different depending on who you're romancing, it also comes with a read button (I blurred most of the text so you can get curious and play the game)

Read button will display the journal content in Open Dyslexic font

In the demo you'll only get to explore Victoria's room and the dorm hallways and you'll get two encounters from Juliet (Showers) and Alyssa (Hallway)

VortexVN is still in development, I have finished part.1 of the project and will start polishing it soon- the initial build of part.1 will be available to play as a demo!

The cutscenes lack color and proper shading at the moment and you will find placeholders as well, the art style is all over the place- this will change after the polishing phase

Download links:

Mac and Windows

Web browser ver (I don't recommend that you play it on mobile, also the web version lacks animation and takes forever to load graphics)

programs used:

-Renpy (visual novel engine)

-Photoshop CS5 (Drawing/rendering/animating/designing)

-Clips studio (Texturing)

-tablet: XP-Pen Artist 13

Note: I'm not monetizing this project nor do I claim ownership of the Life is Strange ip, all materials and assets presented in this visual novel were either created by me or are royalty free- I did not lift anything from the games via data mining or by leaks

This game is not a response to or a gotcha at Life is Strange Double Exposure or Deck Nine, I didn't really dislike the game

Besides, I've had the idea of a Victoria centric fan game since the first LiS back in 2015

I'm open for feedbacks! You can DM me or reblog this with a review or something- maybe write a comment.

[beekeeperspicnic]

Advanced warning that this made me cry when I thought about it, and then I shared it with friends and it made them cry too, but I think it's ultimately a nice thought so I want to share it. Sorry if it gives you the sniffles.

I'm always cautious when it comes to parasocial relationships - with actors I don't actually want to know the ins and outs of their lives, they are strangers to me and that's how it should be.

But like a lot of Sherlock Holmes fans I've ended up becoming a Jeremy Brett fan to some extent, because first you love his performance, then you find out the sheer dedication he put into that role, and then you find out how he did so while coping with significant mental and physical health problems, and then you hear story after story which suggests he was a lovely man whose mind seemed to put barrier after barrier in the way of him getting to experience the full extent of the joy he put out into the world. And I think a lot of us identify with that.

There's a quote from "The Jeremy Brett - Linda Pritchard story" floating around on Tumblr where Pritchard describes how one thing which really bothered him at the end of his life was that he couldn't give any more performances for his fans. Apparently hearing that the Sherlock Holmes series was on video (something he hadn't considered because he didn't own a video player), and his fans could watch him over and over again, made him happy.

And of course, my first thought when I heard that is I think he'd be so happy to know we're still watching them and dissecting his every movement and expression.

But it also hit me because during Beekeeper's Picnic recording sessions, Jeremy Brett is mentioned so often. Ok we've got at least one actor who worked with him (and indeed reports unsurprisingly that he was "lovely"!) but also people my age who were kids or not born yet when that series aired - they're professional actors, for whom Jeremy Brett remains 'their' Holmes, their point of reference for the character.

I can't wait for all of you to get to hear our amazing Holmes actor James Quinn, but it wouldn't be feasible to get him in every recording, and so often our actors have to just read his lines and respond. Once, one of them said "I'll just imagine Jeremy Brett," and I love that so much. Somewhere baked into my little game, is an Imaginary Jeremy Brett, called forth by an actor needing a Holmes to bounce off.

Jeremy Brett's performance isn't locked in amber, a thing of the past. It's fresh for each new generation that sees it, and it inspires new performances and new art. He'd adore that, I'm sure.

And to get even more philosophical, I think that goes for all creative work - and anything else you do in life. No matter how big or small the action, you never know how big your ripples you leave behind are. It's worth remembering.

[megamagimugi]

He's-a Gone

Luigi time! To suffer, that is.

(CW: character death)

This is obviously a sort of comlementary piece to I Was-a Too Late. But it's more than just that as it also illustrates a certain fun, dark what-if idea I had. Please keep reading if you're intrigued!

Lore:

Luigi's Mansion, the first game. Everything goes the same as in canon until the final boss fight, when Luigi defeats King Boo in his Bowser costume. After King Boo comes out and Luigi intends to suck him in, the villain laughs and reveals the truth: Mario's painting was an illusion, so was everything Madame Clairvoya saw. All just to mess with Luigi. Meanwhile the real Mario wasn't just captured by the Boos, he was immediately killed by them on their King's orders. The only physical thing that's left of him in this realm is the five items Luigi found - hidden by the Boos for Luigi to find, another part of King Boo's sick game.

Luigi is able to finish the fight despite his shock and grief, fueled by the anger King Boo never expected from him. After getting out of the painting the plumber discovers that it is indeed empty, no Mario or anyone else in the portrait.

Heartbroken and guit-ridden, Luigi goes back to Professor E. Gadd's lab and gives him back the Poltergust 3000. He doesn't even want to stay long enough to see what is going to happen to the ghosts. Of course the Professor tries to offer some semblance of comfort, but we all know it's not his forte.

So Luigi leaves, only taking Mario's five items with him. He notices that the mansion has disapeared without a trace. The reality of it all finally hits him, and he practically collapses onto a nearby tree's large root protruding from the ground, putting down the precious items around himself, only leaving the matching red hat and the letter in his hands. He should have known something was off. After all, the Mario he saw in the painting was wearing his hat and both gloves.

Looking at all these items, to his growing horror he can't help but imagine what exactly might have happened to his brother and what his last moments might have been like. He hugs the hat to his chest and rereads Mario's note several times, knowing that the brief warning was his brother's last words to him.

Luigi can do nothing but cry for the beloved brother he couldn't save, desperately wishing it was his warm, living and breathing body pressed to his chest rather than just a couple of his belongings.

But Mario is truly gone, apparently having met such a horrific fate that not even a single part of his body is left in the physical world.

[Good night]

…I'll leave the rest up to your imagination ;) Sorry if I got carried away with my description. Occasionally even I enjoy being a little dramatic, though I'm no writer whatsoever.

Yeah, I'm not apologizing for making this one - I was nicer to Luigi than to his bro, at least here the Mushroom Kingdom and everyone in it (except for Mario lol) is still okay!

But alas,

You can no longer play as Mario (warning: this is a video with sound)

Rest in spaghetti, funny wahoo man.

EDIT 2025: my best friend and spiritual twin @silenzahra wrote an amazing fanfic Without him based on this piece and idea, as well as this drawing of Mario also by me❤️💚 I highly recommend it, it's an amazingly written story!

@federthenotsogreat I'm tagging you because you said you wanted more Mario art like I Was-a Too Late, thought you might like this one too!

@drones-of-innocence Also tagging you because you were interested in my idea.

Additionally: @silenzahra (remember, no rush) @c-lavanda @jell-o101 @stripetkattelalala54-gf

@luigixfanxayjay @itsavee4117

And you @giddlygoat just because you have a Luigi's Mansion AU and I thought you might appreciate this... Also because I'm a fan 👉👈

[bluemoonsymphonies]

Headcanon #11

Donnie made his goggles to match Leo's eye's.

I love the headcanon that the twins have matching eyes. But in all the fan art that I've seen, Donnie's eye always match his goggles. And, while I love that idea, I have the headcanon that instead of making his goggles to match his eyes, he made them to match Leo's.

He would never admit it, of course. But he is a horrible liar, and Leo is great at reading them all.

He was 11-12 when he made his goggles, so he was already in his "emotionless bad-boy" phase. So he made a plan so that Leo wouldn't pickup on the lie.

He spent a full three days working nonstop, so that the fact that the goggles match Leo's eyes instead of Donnie's could be passed off as a sleep-deprived error.

The only thing Donnie didn't account for was the fact that he would be so tired he wouldn't lie at all.

Leo came in on the 3rd night to get Donnie to go to sleep, and immediately clocked the goggles colors, he figured it was just a classic sleep-deprived-Donnie mess-up, because there was just no way that Donnie did that on purpose.

The goggles looked done, but Leo thought that maybe Donnie was making a different part to go in.

Still, he started making jokes about it, to distract Donnie from what he was doing so he would go to sleep.

Except, Donnie, in all his sleep-deprived coffee-fueled exhaustion, agreed with him. Leo full on froze, not knowing how to react to that.

After a few minutes, Leo started tearing up. Donnie started freaking out and rushed over to him, asking "What did I do? Why are you crying? I'm sorry. Don't cry or I'll cry. Please stop crying."

Donnie ended up panic-hugging Leo.

Then passing out on Leo directly after.

He woke up the next day next to a sleeping Leo, with no memory of what happened except Leo crying. He told himself he would check the security cameras and cuddled closer to his twin. (Spoiler Alert: He didn't check the cameras)

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[marshmallowcheeps]

You've been invited to Lari's 3rd birthday

On a beautifully sunny March day, the Lamb gifted us with their very own child, and of course we shall celebrate the milestones of the blessed child together with the Glorious Lamb and their spouse, Narinder.

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Hello everyone, I'm here to announce that on March 28th it'll be a full year since I created Lari, which led to the creation of the Marshmallows AU and this blog, if it wasn't for a silly dream I had and a little push from my friends, she may not even have existed! But she does, and my life is better for it, I love to see people's reactions to my little comics and stories, so seriously thank you to everyone who's been a fan, whether you've been here from the start or just heard of the Cheeps yesterday, if you've followed every comic I made or has been appreciating them here and there, thank you all so much for the love and support 💖

With that said, I am announcing another ASK BOX EVENT , I will open the ask box on the 20th of March and close it on the 23rd of March, for this event, we'll be celebrating Lari's 4th birthday in universe. While the ask box is open, everyone is invited to send gifts to commemorate, the replies will be posted on March 28th, the day of Lari's birthday

Much like the last event like this, Lamb's Baby Shower, you may send in messages to send gifts to Lari! It can be as simple as "I'll gift the child a new pair of boots" or as silly as "O Lari the powerful, will you accept my offering of a DVD Box set of all seasons of My Little Pony Friendship is Magic?". The goal here is just to have fun with what everyone comes up with :D

There are only a few rules:

• Since this is her 3rd birthday, Cinder and Amber are not in the picture yet, so keep that in mind when sending gifts

• Use She/Her or They/Them to refer to Lari, she's a girly girl with a girly secret /ref

• Do not claim to outright hurt Lari or cause her any pain, your ask will definitely be ignored otherwise.

• No need to roleplay, but your ask will be treated as an in universe gift, of course you can roleplay if you want!

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Different from the last gift event, I won't be answering all asks, for my own sanity ;p

There will be a certain number of asks I will answer with art, but after those are done, I will still reply to some more asks with text

I will also reply to all messages with unique art in them, whether it be through text or not, I don't want anyone's hard work to go unseen <3 (of course, this doesn't mean I won't reply to messages on their own!!)

Since there were quite a few people who wanted to reply with their own art last time but couldn't due to the ask box closing early, I made sure to have 10 days between this announcement and the opening of the ask box so folks can have enough time to work on art if they wish to do so, it also gives more time for people to think of gifts ideas :p

I'm really excited to see what everyone comes up with!! :D

[thehomophobe]

Sitting On Their Lap 😌

Freddy 🐻: You're well-acquainted with sitting on Freddy's lap. The heated silicon acted as a warm cushion for your bottom. The manufacturers made his thighs pretty plush despite his muscular form. Freddy likes to place you on his lap after shows or after anything for that matter. Freddy is a busy man as he is the face of the Pizzaplex. Once things die down, Freddy loves to unwind with you. Your smaller form cradled into his large hands as the two of you chat. All in all, he loves holding you in his lap.

Chica 🐔: While she's deemed the smallest of the gang, she's still taller than you. I said it before in the "Making Out" headcanons, but I'll say it again: Chica's 5'9, you're 5'6. And God does she love using your height as an excuse to baby you. She practically abuses the height difference. Pinch your cheeks and pat your head whilst she giggles and calls you cute. That also means an excuse for lap-sitting. Where Chica plops you into her lap and plays with your hair, squawking about whatever is generated in her motherboard. Sometimes before a show, she has you in her lap while she does her makeup to have one final chat before she hits the stage. Her thighs are so soft and squishy; they make the perfect pillow. Overall, best lap to sit on.

Monty 🐊: Physical affection is his love language, so of course, Monty's hands are around you somewhere some time. From a hand on your hip to just straight up carrying you over the shoulder. No matter the body type, Monty fucking loves holding you. Lap-sitting is very common with the caiman man. (cai-man i need to fucking stop) Most commonly after a show where he unwinds with you on his meaty thighs making out in his green room with the curtains closed and the lights hazy. Sometimes when he's not feeling feisty, he just places you on his lap and holds you for comfort. He'll play a little tune on his bass whilst your head rests on his chest to lull you to sleep.

Roxy 🐺: Lap sitting always includes a free makeover and juicy gossip. You're sitting in front of her vanity whilst her nails comb through your hair and style it on a whim. Will also do her makeup before a show with you on her lap. Her thighs are meaty, but a little soft, and her boobs make the best pillow ever. You'll just stuff your face into her breasts just to rouse her. (She's gonna maim you one way or the other ~) 

Sun 🌞: Expect not a lot of lap sitting. I know, I know, you want to sit on his lap ALL THE TIME, but the dude has to run around the daycare all day to monitor all the children at once. Very little time you get to be in his lap; only a fraction of downtime is when you'll be in his lap comfortably. Although, he's more likely to crawl into your lap out of exhaustion and touch deprivation. He'll probably sleep on you depending on his battery life. When you're in his lap, you two are probably doing arts & crafts together. The tiny chairs are highly uncomfortable, so you eschew sitting on them. Sun's lap is the better option; a heated chest and soft, thin thighs to sit on. You'll never see it with your height difference, but it's obvious that he's flustered about your position. His face is a vibrant red and his fans are whirling faster than a turbine. Oh look, he's stuttering. I-It's just...you look so cute! You're so small compared to him! Even your hands disappear into his hands. He's gonna combust any minute now.

Moon 🌚: Expect lots of lap sitting. Comfort is king for Moon; he was LITERALLY built for this. Unlike Sun, who bouncing around the daycare all day, Moon merely meanders around the sleeping children making sure they're sleeping soundly. Once the final child is put to rest, you and Moon snuggle up against each other. HIs thighs are cold. A cooling cold, not a shivering cold. His legs too are thin, but more meaty and tender than Sun's. Claw-like fingers scratch your head like a scalp massager as soft whispers of sweet-nothing coo your ears, melting you into a dream-like state. Pull up a blanket and get comfy, you deserve this long night's rest.

[love-quinn]

THE GOOD WITCH

featuring . . . ! patrick zweig, art donaldson, remus lupin, rafe cameron, steve harrington, spencer reid, aaron hotchner, tasm!peter parker, dodge mason, dave lizewski

─── hello hello how are we ??? i’ve been a huge maisie peters fan for a few years now, and since she’s been teasing her next album i thought i’d do something fun to kind of commemorate the good witch before we move on to MP3. i’ve also been experiencing some major writers block :/// so! to combat that, here are some fics that are VERY VERY loosely inspired by some of the songs from the album <333 i hope you enjoy !!

TRACK ONE : THE GOOD WITCH [patrick zweig x reader]

when all i do is think about the past, create a universe that you can live in

you’ve done a lot of growing in the 4 years you and patrick have been broken up. you’re hoping he has as well because you’re still desperately in love with him.

TRACK TWO : COMING OF AGE [dave lizewski x reader]

baby i am the iliad, of course you couldn’t read me. so i’ll leave you behind but that don’t mean it’s easy

dave’s had a crush on you since he could remember, but he’d driven you away with his superhero duties. you’re the TA of his class and he’s determined to get it right this time.

TRACK THREE : WATCH [spencer reid x reader]

nobody actually happy and healthy has ever felt so desperate to prove it

you’re trying to show the team that you’re fine after spencer’s return from prison. if you were coping well, you probably wouldn’t have to try so hard.

TRACK FOUR : BODY BETTER [art donaldson x reader]

i can’t help thinking has she got a better body? has she got a body better than mine?

your boyfriend patrick is convinced that you have a thing for tennis players. you say the same about him. it doesn’t help that you’re both sleeping with one.

TRACK FIVE : WANT YOU BACK [remus lupin x reader]

and what was cheap to you, to me was all i had. the issue is i know all of this and i still want you back

remus was punishing you for something that wasn’t your fault. you should hate him. unfortunately, you can’t bring yourself to.

TRACK SIX : THE BAND AND I [dodge mason x reader]

told her you were just a friend, told her i was homesick. i hadn’t thought of home twice

after moving across the country to go live with your aunt and participate in panic, you’re wary of the boy who works at the diner she owns. he’s wary of you too.

TRACK SEVEN : YOU’RE JUST A BOY (AIKTM) [aaron hotchner x reader]

don't you see what i'm giving up and you can't even text? don't be surprised now i'm giving up, god, what did you expect?

aaron isn't a bad boyfriend, he just tends to get caught up in his job. you wouldn't mind his constant abandonment so much if he didn't always forget to tell you.

TRACK EIGHT : LOST THE BREAKUP [tasm!peter parker x reader]

so, i'm feeling and i'm dealing with the heart you broke, while you do press-ups and repress us and take off her clothes.

for peter parker, you're it: the one that got away, the best thing that ever happened to him. now that you're broken up, he expects that you hate him. he could be right; you can hate someone and still need them to save your life.

TRACK NINE : WENDY [rafe cameron x reader]

then you're evasive on the phone until you're sorry on the floor. so i'm throwing you a bone cause you want me and you're sure. if i'm not careful i'll wake up and we'll be married and i'll still flinch at the sound of a door.

it's been unspoken and set in stone for as long as you'd known each other: you and rafe were in it for the long haul. you've loved rafe since you were young. now that you've grown up, your feelings haven't changed, you're just waiting for him to grow up as well.

TRACK TEN : BSC [steve harrington x reader]

i'm gonna throw you down the river, your mom can watch it over dinner, golden boy you've dropped the ball. i am annie fucking hall. if you don't love me, what was april?

steve thought breaking up with you after his experience with the upside down would be his best bet of keeping you safe. unfortunately for him, you don't know how to keep your nose out of his business.

these will come out every so often depending on how well they do lmao i hope u like them ik this is different than the stuff i’ve done so far :]]] ty to @robinsgrl and @xxepherr for letting me yap abt these as much as i like :]

[gotta-winwin]

2020 <> the art of doing nothing

masterlist | cyana's masterlist

word count: 2.4k TW: angst, comfort, fluff (the holy trinity), panic attack, drinking of alcohol italics are in english, bolded words are in mandarin a/n: idk why vernon's been like living in my mind 24/7 recently...here are some moments between cyana and vernon scattered throughout 2019 - early 2020!

ONE:

The first time Cyana had been present for one of Seventeen's infamous party nights, it had only been two weeks since her introduction to the team.

She had stared, openmouthed at the chaos, wondering what the hell she had gotten herself into.

"Random game! What game! GAME START!"

Throwing back another shot, she came to the realization that she would need to be hammered to keep up with their sheer energy.

From the other side of the room, Vernon sat with his arms languidly over Joshua's shoulders. He nursed his glass of soju, his movements slow and groggy. The recent lack of sleep was catching up to him. Roaming his eyes across the room, he noticed Cyana, sitting awkwardly to the side, her own eyes scanning the room like she was looking for an escape.

"I'll be back." He yelled over the noise into Joshua's ear, standing up when the older boy nodded.

"Yo." He walked over to where she sat, sitting down next to her, jolting her out of a daze.

She gave him a tight-lipped smile. "Hi, Vernon." Her voice was barely eligible over Dino's karaoke rap.

It only took one glance at Cyana for Vernon to tell that she was begging for an escape.

"You wanna get out of here?" He winced as he heard his words, realizing he sounded like one of those cliche bar guys. "I mean- let's go somewhere quieter." That didn't sound much better.

Thankfully, Cyana understood what he was trying to offer. Nodding, she motioned for him to lead the way, following him past a semi-drunk Hoshi twerking and out into the hallway.

"We should've warned you how insane our gatherings can get." He looked at her sheepishly as they entered his bedroom.

Still a little dazed from all the noise, Cyana could only hum, her concentration snatched away by the little trinkets in Vernon's room. Walking up to his shelf, she carefully inspected a mini-figure. "R2-D2?" She asked, pointing at it.

Vernon nodded. "A fan gave it to me."

He watched as she traced her finger across the shelves, inspecting all of his various figurines and collectables like they were prized jewels. He couldn't help but let a goofy grin shine across his face, thinking about how much she resembled a curious kitten in the current situation.

"If you ever need an escape again," He reminded her suddenly. "just let me know. I'm always down to ditch the others."

She turned away from his collections and faced him, a teasing smile on her face. "You just hate the noise as much as I do."

Vernon shrugged, admitting she was right. "Still. Win win situation."

TWO:

Cyana could swear Hansol Vernon Chwe had to be from outer space.

"What are you doing?" She asked him incredulously, stepping into his room to grab the coat she had forgotten.

He poked his head out from under his bed. "What?"

"Why are you under your bed?" She wondered, crouching down to get a better look. "You know beds are for lying on top of, right?"

He had the audacity to shoot her a judgy side-eye. "Of course I know that, I wasn't born yesterday."

She snorted. "Says the guy under the bed."

"I finally watched that show from Bridgerton, y'know the Queen Charlotte one. I wanted to know what being under the bed felt like."

Cyana couldn't help but let out a tiny awe at the revelation. Screw Vernon and his tendency to make the weirdest habits endearing. Getting on the ground, she poked his side. "Move over."

Shuffling to make room, Vernon's smile widened as Cyana squeezed herself under the bed to join him.

"It's just musty." Cyana said after a pause, scrunching her nose. "When was the last time you vacuumed under here?"

He turned his head to face her, jaw dropping with mock offense. "That's mean."

Cyana ignored him, staring at the bottom of the bed in silence. She had to begrudgingly admit that it was kind of nice, seeing the world from a different perspective. Lying under the bed felt like a weird, very cramped hug.

"It's nice, isn't it." Vernon's voice broke through the silence.

She hummed. "My mind's all silent for the first time in weeks."

"It's a little weird though."

She finally stopped training her eyes on the wooden supports to look at him, realizing he had already been looking at her. "You're a little weird."

He made a funny face. "What does that say about you? You're the one who joined me."

She shrugged. "We can be weird together."

"Okay."

Joshua stood outside the room, every fibre of his body concentrating on eavesdropping into their conversation. He had walked in to borrow Vernon's charger, only to find the two kids hiding under the bed. Letting out a huff of both disbelief and amusement, he shook his head. This was literally only something Cyana and Vernon would be up to.

THREE:

"Is Ana hiding in here?"

Vernon's voice echoed loudly through the Boohan apartment, reaching the ears of its residents, who were busy making dinner in the kitchen.

"Is that Vernon?" Seungkwan questioned, scooping a spoon-full of soup for Cyana to taste test. He blew gently to cool it before feeding her.

Cyana shot a thumbs up to Jeonghan, who was busy tending to the other dishes still on the stove. "Soup's great." She twisted her neck to call towards Vernon's voice. "We're in the kitchen!"

A couple seconds later, Vernon's dark brown hair peaked through the doorway as he walked in. "'Sup."

Seungkwan cornered him with yet another spoonful of soup.

"How'd you even get in?" Jeonghan wondered, a little miffed by the way Vernon so casually sauntered into an apartment that wasn't his.

Vernon choked down the soup, spluttering at the heat. Seungkwan hadn't shown him the same kindness of letting the soup cool that he had shown to Cyana. Answering through pants of pain, his eyes watered as he looked at Jeonghan. "I got a key from Boo."

Seungkwan threw his hands up in defence. "I gave it to him like one time for emergencies." Glancing at Vernon, he added, "Why are you even here?" They had assumed they had the night (and Cyana) to themselves.

Vernon looked a bit sheepish. "I kinda wanted to borrow Cyana for awhile."

"No." Seungkwan and Jeonghan's response was instant.

Jeonghan glared at Vernon, food on the stove long forgotten. "You guys at the main dorm literally had her for the past two weeks. Tonight is a Boohanana night."

"You guys can have her tomorrow night." Vernon offered.

Seungkwan rolled his eyes, cutting in. "Mingyu already called dibs for tomorrow night."

Cyana watched the conversation, her mouth open in disbelief. "I'm not some package!?" She protested indignantly. "What do you mean Mingyu called dibs?"

The boys traded knowing glances.

"What?" Cyana pestered, bewildered at the sight. "Wait- have you guys been moving me around on some schedule I don't know of?"

Neither boy could meet her gaze, each of them staring at some spot along the wall.

"Well-" Jeonghan looked at her sheepishly. "A lot of people have been complaining that they don't get enough time with you, and that the main dorm residents are hogging all your attention."

"So," Seungkwan continued for the older boy. "we thought you could just take turns sleeping over-"

"We have a separate groupchat to decide whose turn it is." Vernon couldn't take the push and pull the others were doing, cutting in to spill everything all at once. "Just so it's fair."

Cyana stared open-mouthed at the news. "What." She was more surprised she hadn't even realized she was being moved from apartment to apartment, following some kind of decided schedule. She frowned. "You know you guys could've just asked, right?"

"Cheol kept complaining he'd never see you- cause he's too much of a coward to ask." Jeonghan threw his friend under the bus, smirking.

Cyana couldn't help but snort out a laugh. "Sounds like him."

Suddenly remembering why Vernon was even here in the first place, Cyana turned to face him, pushing Jeonghan and Seungkwan gently back towards the stove before the food could burn. "What'd you want to borrow me for, Nonnie?"

"Kinda in the mood to do nothing." Vernon told her, shoving his hands into his pockets. "You wanna join?"

She raised an eyebrow. "You came all the way over to ask if I want to do nothing?"

She supposed it was very Vernon of him when he just simply nodded.

"Well.. how does one do nothing?" She asked him, genuinely curious.

He gave her a lazy shrug. "We can just sit. And do nothing."

Laughing at the absurdity, she nodded, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the living room. Plopping both of them down on the couch, she gestured to him with a wave of her hand. "Okay. Let's do absolutely nothing."

He shot her a silly grin. "You're the best."

FOUR:

Filming for her second vlog episode was exhausting Cyana. The concept was simple enough: spend 24 hrs on vlog, periodically switching members to spend time with. It had been something Pledis staff had assigned her to do, seeing how fans wanted to see more of her dynamic with the boys.

"This is going to be the most boring vlog ever." Cyana grumbled, face-planted in Vernon's bed. "Literally all I do in my spare time is nap or watch shows."

Vernon hummed, relating to her dilemma. "Just plan some activities. Like- take Wonwoo to the arcade or something."

Rolling over onto her back, she blinked up at Vernon. The boy flashed her a smile, flopping next to her.

"You're so smart." She mumbled, patting his chest lovingly. "What do you want to do for your segment?"

She watched his eyebrows furrow, the question sending him into thought.

"I think we should just nap."

She looked at him blankly. "I don't think fans would enjoy that."

"Or we can go catch a movie."

She sat up, rejuvenated by the thought of it. "That actually sounds fun." For two people who loved films, they hadn't found the time in between tour and schedules to actually catch a movie together.

"Wait- but wouldn't fans just get like two hours of silence while we watch a movie? Can we even film in a theatre?"

Cyana frowned, realizing he was offering up good questions. "We can catch a movie and then film us talking about it while eating? Or we can walk around after."

Vernon raised a lazy hand up and flashed her a thumbs up. "You just get me."

Cyana laughed, lying back down. She enjoyed spending her lazy days lounging with Vernon, doing absolutely nothing and just recharging next to him.

"I know they all say Dino and I are twins, but I think we might have been separated at birth or something."

"Yeah, like I was thrown to New York and you were dropped in Vancouver."

FIVE:

It was four in the morning when Vernon awoke to a knock on his bedroom door.

Sitting up from his bed, bleary-eyed and still barely conscious, he watched as a small figure stepped into his room, shutting the door behind them.

He squinted at the intruder. "Ana?" He mumbled, rubbing his eyes and falling back into bed. "It's too early."

"Vernon."

It was the sound of her voice that woke him up, like a cold bucket of ice water was dumped down his back. The way she said his name sounded more like a plea, a cry for help and it made Vernon sit bolt-upright in bed.

"What's wrong?" He whispered, just now aware that everyone was still sleeping.

Cyana crawled onto his bed and sat a little ways away from him. "I can't breathe."

It was only then did he realize the girl was clutching her chest, heaving in the midst of what looked to be a panic attack. He would've caught it sooner, had it not been for the darkness of the room.

Shuffling closer, his hands hovered over her as he panicked, unsure what to do. "What happened? Are you having a panic attack? Do you need something? What can I do?" A flurry of questions spilled from his mouth as he tried desperately to calm his own breathing. Two panicking people would only add to the chaos.

Cyana could only stay seated, trying to rein in her emotions. She hadn't accounted for this to happen - she thought her nightmares had finally began to leave her alone - but she'd woken up in a cold sweat, a hand clamped over her mouth to stop herself from screaming and waking everyone up.

Vernon could see her doing mental gymnastics inside her head. Getting up, he grabbed his laptop, switching on a random Disney movie. He had seen some tiktok about classic Disney movies being good for calming down kids - albeit Cyana was not a kid and was having a panic attack - but it was the best he could do at the moment.

Setting his laptop down on the bed in front of her, he shuffled closer and pulled her shivering frame into his arms. "I'm no good at this." He mumbled into her hair, silently asking for her to forgive his lack of knowledge. "You'd probably be better off knocking on Shua's door."

"Joshua would've made it a big deal." Her voice barely qualified as a whisper. "Everyone would have."

Vernon hummed, getting it. Cyana had came to him knowing he wouldn't freak out like the others.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked after a bout of silence, as he felt her breathing steady. "Is it about what happened in LA?

She stiffened in his arms at the mention of the city. "Yeah," was all she said.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

Cyana shook her head, clutching onto him tighter. Vernon felt as if she was holding onto him in fear that he'd let her go.

"Okay. We don't have to talk about it." He looked down at her, taking notice that she seemed to be concentrated on the movie playing - or at least, pretending to be.

It took awhile, but both the movie and Vernon's silent support calmed Cyana down. The waters receded in her mind and she could close her eyes without seeing the faces in her nightmare.

She had padded out her room and into the hallway, desperately searching for someone- anyone to remind her that she was in Seoul and not in LA. She had knocked on Vernon's door knowing he wouldn't pester her for answers, that he would offer his company in silence- that he would understand the last thing she wanted was someone worrying over her.

Vernon let her recuperate in silence, not once breaking the comforting hold he had around her. The pieces were piecing together in his mind about the mystery in LA and he didn't enjoy the picture he was beginning to see.

a/n: sooo...can you guys tell i'm setting the stage for something big („• ֊ •„)

[fernslivers]

MODERN MIZU THOUGHTS

Kicking off my Hyperfixation with some silly little thoughts about modern-day Mizu!

Just a mix of headcanons and imagines, maybe I'll write some of them out into proper imagines if there's any interest! I have some spicier movie imagines already partly written!

Let me know if you like them, I definitely have MANY more thoughts--

This is my first time attempting to post my writings like this, so apologies for any errors.

(TW: canon-typical mention of SA due to Mizu's backstory)

So, of course, in the modern day, she wouldn't be as immediately ostracized the same way, but...

The closest I could think of was that her father was one of four very rich men/CEOs and her mother/baby Mizu were targeted to try to keep the "affair" quiet.

Still believes herself to be the product of SA (I know there's speculation among some fans as to whether this will be true, but since it's what she knows in the show, I'll just say that's true as far as she knows here too)

This still left her with a similar huge complex about her self image, bc she knows she has her dad's eyes, and that he got her mother killed

Went into the system after her mother’s mysterious “death”, got adopted by Eiji after she just wouldn't stop sneaking away from foster care to bother him/stare at his swords

He's still a swordsmith because people DO still do that in modern day. It just would make him even more famous/special.

The whole thing with M*k*o did happen, they divorced, she is aware that that woman is not her biological mother and they are No-Contact

Since she knows that was a maid, she still has the belief that her mother was killed for the reason listed above and still wants revenge.

I debated SO HARD about what she would go to college for. Because her two biggest passions are the sword-making, and revenge, both of which are hard to translate to modern day by themselves, much less in a combination.

(I thought about business, like maybe she wanted to take down a CEO father by taking over his company, or about law enforcement/law school, but they all felt wrong for her character.)

Because let's be honest, those four men in modern days would be involved in organized crime, so Mizu would probably just go straight for that kind of situation as well in order to tail them.

She isn't one to play by the rules of ANY organization

So, she's involved in organized crime on the down-low while going to college.

She doesn't work for anyone in particular, but she does run in shady circles and knows certain names and places. Nobody knows much about her, though.

She's definitely made enemies.

She's only in university at all because Eiji demanded she do something good with her life, and she can't stand to disappoint him so she does try somewhat hard to balance both.

I saw someone else on here say she would pursue Materials Engineering, and I think that’s probably a great option for technical sword smithing. (Sorry, I can't remember who it was, but it was NOT my suggestion.) That or something involving Metalworking in art (my fav cuz it's what I do).

She does sword training privately. She's not in any clubs on campus because, similar to in canon, she prefers a mix of them and actually does use her skills when she's "working", not just for what she considers play-sparring.

She's an older student that went back to school after her divorce.

DON'T ask her about that.

You two meet because you're both looking for a roommate halfway through a semester.

You had a nasty cheating-related breakup that culminated in you kicking your ex AND old RM out, leaving you with an apartment you couldn't pay for alone.

She used to room with Ringo, but just simply could. not. stand. Ringo’s intensely social atmosphere. He's a culinary student who is very respected in classes, and constantly inviting people over for dinner. (Edit: This was also partially someone else's!)

She noticed your ad that specified looking for someone quiet, in an off-campus place that offered a small courtyard for her training.

Perfect.

Your first thought when you meet her is “god damn.”

A tall drink of water with gorgeous eyes and a voice like crushed silk.

Haha I'm in danger

But you keep that under wraps. You tell yourself that you don't need to be rebounding with the person that just moved in.

So much for a roommate that doesn't offer any distractions, though. Her training in the yard pretty much means you get zero work done in that time unless you close the curtains.

…She is very quiet, at least. Even if she keeps odd hours with her strange "job".

However, Ringo is going to be stopping by almost every day to make sure she eats, so expect a lot of humming and a LOT of friendly questions.

Ringo is actually responsible for the two of you getting to know each other initially, because he asks questions of you that Mizu won't ask, and subtly makes sure to do it when Mizu is around to hear the answers.

She pretends to ignore you both, but can't help but tune in a bit.

He also chats a bit about Mizu, as long as it isn't anything she's told him is a secret, and ignores her glaring at him.

She stays stoic about it, but secretly she's rather flustered when you seem interested in a positive way by what Ringo blabs to you about her.

She also appreciates that you don't bug her about it when Ringo isn't around even if she kind of wishes you did

He is Very Excited that Mizu now has TWO friends! :)

Mizu acts annoyed by him, but she is secretly pleased when you seem to like him.

She would not fw you if you didn't. He's like a beloved sibling; she gets to complain about him, but she'll fight anyone else that doesn't like him.

You finally get to ACTUALLY start becoming friends when you both happen to stay on campus over a break.

You aren't on good terms with your family, so you assume you'll have the place to yourself, but...

Walking by Mizu’s room you notice that she's still here.

Her door is open for once because she also assumed you would be gone.

After staring at each other in mutual surprise, you awkwardly ask her if she wanted to maybe hang out over dinner and watch a movie or something.

She would normally have said no, but with nothing else to do over break, she chose to focus on doing homework continually (She is perpetually behind because of those Extracurricular Revenge Activities of hers), and she is just so done with it

So she awkwardly agrees

And you learn the hard way why Mizu is not allowed in the kitchen EVER.

You try, you really do, to keep that first bite in your mouth, but…

She shamefacedly asks if you're alright while you're still coughing over the garbage can, but your coughing turns to giggling.

You joke to her that you're actually glad to know she isn't perfect at everything, and she seems surprised that you admire anything about her to begin with

You're willing to start over ON YOUR OWN, but she insists that would be unfair and orders you both takeout.

Since she bought dinner, you insist that she gets to pick the movie.

She kind of wants to put on that new slasher flick that just came out on streaming, but she isn't sure what you like and you seem like such a sweet little thing.

And after nearly killing you via spices, she didn't want you to think she was a TOTAL psycho.

(She doesn't want to talk about why she even cares what you think.)

So she chose a documentary on modern sword-smithing that she knew Eiji had been interviewed for.

(This surprised you, because you were EXPECTING her to choose a horror. She just seems like the type. And maybe you were hoping for an excuse to snuggle closer…)

But this is actually really interesting, and you find yourself fascinated. You never knew about the details and craftsmanship that went into this!

She tries to sit quietly, as usual, but she just can't resist the urge to point out Eiji when he appears.

She's just too proud of her sword-father. That pride is obvious in her voice and makes her seem almost soft for once.

This makes you feel ever so slightly brave, and leads to you pausing after his section (because you don't want to talk over him), and asking all sorts of questions.

Normally she wouldn't be thrilled about this, but she can't resist questions about Eiji the way she can about herself.

Somehow this leads her to ask some minor question about your major, related to something you told Ringo, and she's startled at the jolt that runs through her when you light up, just beaming at her.

“I didn’t know you listened to any of that!”

You start excitedly explaining, but she's distracted by the strange thrumming in her chest at the way you smiled at her.

(This is not going to be a problem for her. It's NOT. )