#im just not familiar enough with the source to figure it out :(

[dear-fictionkin]

for my baby bird,

i miss you so much. my heart aches for the other four as well, but you??? i can't handle it. this is a Very recent kinfirm for me, so i don't have everything figured out. absolutely infuriating, if you ask me. figuring out my relationships with everyone is less clear than it should be. did i ever tell you about these feelings? i swear, i'm so full of love i would've exploded if i didn't. i'm scared to say we were together in case it's just wishful thinking, but it just makes sense. you make sense. if we were together, i'm… sorry for the weird sleeping position. i had no other choice. i'm doing about as fine as i can, knowing i've been stripped of my arms. i wanna run around the city with you again. it won't be the same, i know. at least we can laugh and reminisce about when we could go faster than the cars, high above anyone who thought they mattered. i hope you're doing well this time around. if you're out there at all, that is. i hope you are. i'd take over the whole city to see you one more time. i'd take it over for the hell of it, but i'm hopelessly weak compared to the old me. i need you in my arms, i need me in your wings. love, your dear doctor.

(src: the spectacular spider-man)

[postage date: June 15, 2023]

[landososcar]

packing it up ; LN4

— pairing(s) ; college hockey player!lando x figure skater!reader

— summary ; in which lando's transfer to a new school not only brings him a new team, classes, and friends, but a girl who will change his life forever.

— warnings ; not edited, i'm not american, im also not a figure skater so there's probs plenty of inaccuracies lolll

chapter two — prev … next

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that night, i couldn’t stop replaying the dinner conversation in my head. lily’s unwavering support wasn’t surprising—she’d always been in my corner—but lando? his empathy had caught me completely off guard. i didn’t know if it made me feel comforted or embarrassed. 

as i lay in bed staring at the ceiling, lost in thought, my phone buzzed on the nightstand.

i sat up, my heart skipping a beat as i reread the message. my thumbs hovered over the screen, but i had no idea how to respond. why would lando go out of his way to talk to his mum about me? we weren’t close; i barely knew him.

but as i put my phone down, a spark of hope flickered in my chest.

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the next morning, i returned to the rink, throwing myself into practice with a determination that bordered on desperation. the icy air bit at my cheeks as i glided across the ice, pushing my body to its limits. the rhythmic sound of my blades slicing through the rink was usually soothing, but today it wasn’t enough to quiet my thoughts and the knot in my chest wouldn’t loosen.

i was mid-spin when a warm, unfamiliar voice called out from the edge of the rink.

“beautiful form.” startled, i faltered slightly but regained my balance before turning toward the source. a woman stood near the boards, dressed in a stylish coat and scarf, her posture poised and confident. there was something familiar about her—the same warm eyes, the same gentle smile, “you must be y/n.”

i skated over, unsure of what to say. “that’s me. and you are...?”

“cisca norris,” she said, extending a hand. “lando’s mum. he told me a bit about your situation, and i thought i’d come take a look.”

my cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “oh, i—he didn’t need to do that.”

she smiled kindly. “he’s a good boy, my lando. and a little stubborn when he wants to help. i’m glad he told me, though. i can see you’re very talented.”

“thank you,” i said, still feeling flustered. “but i don’t even have a partner or a coach anymore. i’m kind of stuck.”

her expression softened. “you’re not stuck. you’re just at a crossroads. if you’re willing to put in the work, i’d be happy to help.”

“you’d... coach me?” my voice cracked slightly, disbelief colouring the words. i didn’t know what to say – i didn’t want to be a burden to her, and i didn’t know how to repay her.

she nodded. “i haven’t coached in years, but i still know what it takes. and i’ve got a really good feeling about you, y/n.”

i blinked rapidly, overwhelmed by the sudden rush of emotion. “thank you, b-but i don’t know how to repay you for this… i don’t know what to say.”

“say you’ll show up tomorrow ready to work,” she said smiling, “we’ll take it one step at a time.” i nodded almost desperately and she must’ve seen the water brimming on my eyes because she went to pull me into a hug, “and as for payment,” she said gently, “just make sure my son is feeling at home, would you?”

i laughed softly, wiping my eyes. “i was gonna do that anyway.”

“i thought you might say that,” she said with a smile, brushing an invisible strand of hair from my face before we parted.

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as i got back to my dorm for the night, i was greeted by my best friend’s beautiful smile. lily was sprawled across her bed, headphones on and sketchbook in hand, her pencil moving in quick, confident strokes.

she looked up as i closed the door behind me, her eyes lighting up. “hey! how was the rink?”

i kicked off my shoes, my heart still buzzing from the day’s events. “you’re not going to believe this.”

her eyebrows shot up in intrigue as she sat up straighter. “spill. right now.”

i tossed my bag onto my bed and sank into the desk chair, still trying to process everything myself. “okay, so... lando talked to his mum about me. apparently, she’s a former skating coach.”

lily’s jaw dropped. “no way.”

“and not only that—she came to the rink today. she offered to coach me, lily. can you believe it? out of nowhere, she just... showed up and said she wanted to help.”

for a moment, lily just stared at me, then she let out an excited squeal, throwing her arms in the air. “i knew it! i told you lando was the best! and his mum? she sounds like an actual legend.”

i laughed, her enthusiasm infectious. “she is. i mean, she’s amazing. the way she coaches, the way she just... believes in me. i don’t even know how to thank her—or him, for that matter.”

lily rolled onto her stomach, propping her chin in her hands. “you thank her by killing it at practice tomorrow. and as for lando...” she smirked mischievously. “you could always bake him cookies or something. or, you know, just say thank you like a normal person.”

i rolled my eyes, though i couldn’t help but smile. “i’ll figure it out. but honestly, it feels like things might actually be looking up for the first time in forever.”

lily beamed at me, her expression softening. “of course they are. you’re incredible, y/n. you just needed the right people in your corner. and now you’ve got them.”

warmth spread through me, easing some of the tension that had been weighing me down for weeks. i didn’t say it out loud, but lily’s unwavering belief in me meant just as much as cisca’s. maybe, just maybe, she was right. maybe things really were finally looking up.

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the next morning, i arrived at the rink early, my nerves humming with anticipation as i laced up my skates, the sharp cold of the ice already creeping through my layers. today wasn’t just another practice.it was the first step toward figuring out my future—and maybe, just maybe, rebuilding what i thought i’d lost.

as i stood on the ice, stretching and warming up, cisca arrived. she walked in with a graceful confidence that made her instantly commanding yet approachable. a small bag hung from her shoulder, and her warm smile made me feel instantly at ease.

“good morning, y/n,” she greeted, her voice as gentle as it had been the day before.

“good morning,” i replied, my voice trembling slightly with nerves.

she set her bag down on the bench and pulled out a notebook, “i have to admit, i missed this,” she said, almost to herself. “it’s been a while since i’ve coached, but it all comes back so easily.”

i couldn’t help but smile, her enthusiasm was a little contagious. “thank you for doing this. it means more to me than i can say.”

she waved a hand dismissively, though her smile softened. “lando said he’s been told you’re very talented,” she paused with a smile, “i think you’ve got some amazing friends willing to help you however they can… let’s get started.”

the next hour passed in a blur of movement and focus, diving into the intricacies of technique. cisca’s coaching style was unlike anything i’d experienced. she was direct, offering feedback that was honest but never harsh. when i struggled with a step or faltered during a spin, she didn’t scold; she analyzed.

“your jump is good, but let’s work on the timing of your takeoff,” she said at one point, skating out onto the ice to demonstrate. “if you push off too early, you lose momentum. watch me.”

she executed the jump with ease, landing gracefully and turning back to me with an encouraging nod. “now you.”

i tried again, this time paying closer attention to her tips, and when i landed smoothly, she clapped lightly. “there it is! perfect.”

her praise sent a swell of pride through me, something i hadn’t felt in months. maria had always been strict and demanding, rarely offering compliments unless the move was flawless. with cisca, it felt different. her belief in me wasn’t conditional; it was unwavering.

by the end of the session, my muscles ached in a satisfying way, and my spirits were higher than they’d been in weeks. i sat on the bench unlacing my skates when cisca joined me, her expression thoughtful.

“you’re a hard worker,” she said, breaking the comfortable silence. “that’s a quality even the most talented skaters can lack. if you keep that up, you’re going to go far.”

i looked at her, unsure how to put my gratitude into words. “thank you,” i said, my voice soft. “for everything. i don’t know how to repay you.”

her hand rested lightly on mine, her touch warm and reassuring. “you don’t owe me anything, y/n. i’m happy to help. and honestly,” she added with a playful smile, “you’ve already made it worth my while just by showing up and giving it your all.”

i chuckled, feeling my cheeks warm. “still... thank you.”

she leaned back slightly, her gaze turning more serious. “and don’t forget what i said yesterday—make sure lando feels at home here. he’s putting on a brave face, but i know my son. he’s adjusting, too.”

the mention of lando made me pause, her words stirring something in me. “i will,” i promised. “he’s been so kind to me already. he must get it from you.”

cisca smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners in a way that reminded me of lando. “he’s got his moments,” she said with a wink.

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later that afternoon, i found myself walking back toward the skating arena. lando had practice, and while i hadn’t planned on going, cisca’s words lingered in my mind. i owed him at least a thank-you.

the unmistakable sound of skates cutting across ice greeted me as i stepped inside. the cold air nipped at my cheeks, but the energy of the rink was infectious. players zipped back and forth, their movements sharp and deliberate, the clatter of sticks and pucks echoing through the space.

it didn’t take long to spot him. lando moved with a precision that stood out, his focus intense as he weaved through the defence. even as someone unfamiliar with hockey, i could tell he was good—really good.

when he skated off the ice for a break, he noticed me standing near the boards. his face lit up with surprise as he walked over, his cheeks flushed from exertion. “y/n! didn’t expect to see you here.”

i smiled, feeling slightly awkward because of the other men around us, but pushing through it. “i just wanted to say thank you. for talking to your mum. she’s... amazing. i can’t believe she’s helping me.”

he grinned, leaning casually against the boards. “told you she was the best. so, how’d it go?”

“she’s incredible,” i said earnestly. “i feel like i might actually have a chance now. i don’t know how to repay either of you.”

“you don’t need to,” he said easily. “mum wouldn’t do it if she didn’t believe in you. and honestly, i’m glad i could help. you’ve been through enough.”

his sincerity caught me off guard, and for a moment, i just looked at him, unsure what to say. finally, i smiled. “well, i owe you at least a coffee or something.”

he laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “i’ll hold you to that.” i laughed, watching him skate back onto the ice with the rest of his team before heading out of the bulky double doors and back to lily and i’s shared dorm. 

later that night, as i laid in bed trying to rid my mind of the pretty boy with the brown curls so i could sleep, my phone lit up with a notification. i sighed and debated on checking it, knowing the light from my phone would completely restart my attempt at sleeping. i grabbed it from the bed side table and couldnt help the upturn of my lips when i saw what it said.

landonorris started following you!

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a/n ; i’m so sorry this took so long lmaooo chapter 3 is pretty much done so i’ll post it asap (fr this time)

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[sseniita]

breaking generational trauma*

*pls give me a better name for this, im going insane

“She’s like me.” 

The villain stared at the child bouncing in the hero’s arms. The hero’s expression wasn’t unlike one she had when she begged for mercy on behalf of a civilian. Simpler, it was similar to when she had begged the villain to take care of her dog while she was away on a mission or when she wanted the last slice of pizza. Overall, the helplessly hopeful demeanor on the hero's face was one villain had become not only familiar with, but also weak against. 

“Hero, where did that come from? Put it back.” urged the villain, gesturing towards the bundle of blankets in her arms. 

“I can’t! I won’t!” The hero held the child closer, protectively, as if the villain was the one being irresponsible here. 

“Like you?” The villain asked, intrigued. “There is no one like you, Hero.” 

The hero readjusted the child on her hip, freeing one arm to grab paperwork rolled up in her back pocket. “That’s what I thought! Look!” She hastily handed over the crumpled up letters to the villain. It didn’t take more than reading the title for everything to click. 

“Experiment 02? You mean-?” 

“She’s from the same tests! We came from the same lab! They were going to do exactly what they did to me- to her-”

“Because of the success you were. I get it.” There was a pause between them for a second. 

The hero was godlike in some ways and machine-like in less important ways. A literal biological weapon, forged since birth. It was an experiment, you could go so far as to call it an accident. Purposeful or not, the hero was the result of a successful lab sourced super-power. It had taken many years for the hero to come to terms with how she became the hero she was, and even longer to investigate and ultimately discover who was behind all of it. Evidently, she had. 

“I can’t let them do it again.” She whispered, holding the child closely to her chest.

It was six months into knowing each other that hero confessed she didn't like being a hero. It was eight months later the villain found out why.

The villain sighed, motioning for her to walk into his apartment. Once they were comfortable on the villain’s couch, he began to ask a million questions. 

Where? A hidden lab. Why? She couldn't leave her there. Her answers we stable and much too clear of mind considering the hero had just stolen a child.

“How old is it?” He finally asked, skimming through the lab documents. 

“It's her. And about 4 months, I think. I just don’t get why they’re starting now. I never found any evidence to show they were doing anything before.” She restlessly bounced the baby. “I just don’t get it.”  

The villain raised a brow at her, she raised one back. “What do you know?” she scooted closer to the villain. 

“Superheroes are either decommissioned or retire around 50. But most lose relevance and popularity by 30. Whether it be they can’t keep their figure, or a newer, shinier thing comes around.” He scoffed. “Never ceases to amaze me” he said half-heartedly, staring down at the documents. The hero’s mouth dropped. 

“I just celebrated my 25th birthday?! You’re saying I’m old and ugly?!” The villain rolled their eyes. 

“Don’t be ridiculous, you’re perfect and probably always will be." He realized what he had just said, he quickly interrupted the hero as she was about to open her mouth. "It’s just how it goes. Once you reach 30, people aren’t as interested. It’s fucked.” The hero quickly caught on. 

“So, she’s my replacement?” 

“Seems like it. Nova, she’ll be called once she turns 15. Thankfully, tests hadn't started on her. They had her on weird ass diet to prepare her, though. You caught her in time.”

The hero was sitting close enough that the villain could peek at the baby’s sleeping face. She was so serene and had no idea what had already been laid out for her, all the pain and suffering, in the name of good. She’ll have no choice. Just like the hero. The villain often stared at the hero in the domestic settings they sometimes found themselves in. He’d imagine her on a lunch break from some normal, boring office job when they got late night coffees during the hero’s night shifts. Or at a dinner party whenever they teamed up and went undercover at some fancy party. God- he would have given anything to save his hero from the fate that was chosen for her.  The little girl had chubby cheeks and looked so dreadfully soft. Just like the hero.

Shit. The villain thought, looking at the baby. I have a chance to save you. 

  The villain sighed and leaned back, done reading the crumpled pages, discarding the documents on the coffee table, defeated, just like that. It only took 10 minutes. Maybe he had gone soft.

“Eloise. Her name is Eloise.” He exasperated.  It was heart wrenching to hear the hero start to coo at the baby. “No living family.” He hammered the last nail on his coffin. 

“Hello, little Lulu. Is that your name? Lulu? You’re so cute! Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you” She baby-talked, pecking kisses all over Eloise's forehead, evidently disturbing her sleep. “Oh sorry- sorry!” she whispered to the baby. 

She turned to the villain, eyes twinkling with hope. “I can keep her? Right?” The villain crossed his arms. 

“Hero, I’m not going to tell you what to do.” 

“Haha- that’s your way of saying you unconditionally support me.” She said as she cuddled the baby even closer. 

“Please let that child breathe, hero. You can’t hold her too close.” He reached a hand to push the baby a little further away from the hero’s chest. She beamed. “You’d be a great dad! Already keeping me in line!”

Please don’t start. 

 Despite himself, he looked for the best way to act disinterested and yet not fully close the window on that chance. 

“No hero. I know how much this means to you, but I’m not taking care of a baby. I’m not sure if you’ve forgotten- I’m a villain. This is no environment for a child- even if I wanted one. You have my approval if that’s what you’re looking for, but that’s it.” 

The hero ignored that, making a show of looking around the villain’s extremely cosy and expensive flat. Dark green wallpaper with flowers, a white brick fireplace with old books on the mantel. The place was decorated with the plushiest of carpets, and liveliest of plants. Each curtain hid a beautifully ornate window overlooking one of the safest areas in the inner city. The hero could see the hero offices which she resided in from here. Finally, her stare landed on the large spare bedroom where not only did the hero have a drawer of her things but had also spent countless nights in, recovering and playing patient to a medically trained villain. She raised her eyebrows at the villain. 

“No.” 

“Please.” 

“Hero. You are always the one saying you wanted a family. This might be your only chance- ok, I get it. But she can’t stay here. 

“I live in the dorms of the Hero Offices with 20 other heroes! I don’t and can’t have my own place! I’ll be found out for sure! There are probably a million people looking for her right now!”

“Hero-” 

“Villain please. I can’t let them find her. I need you.” She placed a hand on his thigh, seemingly not noticing the villain’s twitch. 

“Hero. I’m not a good person, you seem to forget. You cannot have that much trust in me-” 

“You are the only person I can trust. Please.” She begged. 

Perhaps the villain wasn’t the only one to blame, perhaps both of them had let this get too far. It started off normally, the fights, the one-liners, and bruises. And out of nowhere, the subtle flirting, the late night talks, the absolutely vulgar displays of emotions they’d never shared with anyone else, hit them like a brick. The hero had changed the villain’s life for the better. He no longer felt unbearably lonely and burdened, haunted by the constant terror and forcefulness of his occupation.

Villain had fallen in love months ago. And he had gotten far in distancing himself and learning to un-love. Now he had to take care of a baby with her that just happened to look like a perfect combination of both of them? His dark hair and tanned skin, her warm brown eyes and button nose. Just perfect. 

“Fine.” He squeezed his eyes shut as the hero leaned against him, setting her head right under his neck, thankfully she didn’t hurl the baby to give him a hug. Maybe I deserve kisses on my forehead for Gods’ sake. He quickly hurled that thought away. 

“Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!” She beamed, kicking her feet. “This means so much, you have no idea!” 

“Hero, this is temporary. If anyone finds out about this-” 

“Ya, ya, I know. Don’t worry. Everything will be ok! I’ll make sure of it!” 

The villain’s only hope was believing her. She was an atom bomb inside a 25 year old woman after all. Maybe he shouldn’t underestimate her. As she moved in towards the guestroom with Eloise, the villain watched intently, she set her down for a nap on the bed, and once she finally came out she looked determined and extremely excited. She plopped down on the couch making sure they were touching side by side so the villain could look at what she was seeing on her phone. Her fingers scrolled down a website titled ‘what to buy when you're expecting’ the villain groaned.

After an hour of the hero paraphrasing a multitude of blogs and villain jotting down notes, they had completed a list of things they needed to raise a child. The hero deflated when she mentioned how they’d have to skimp out on baby toys and clothes, but she quickly recovered after the villain reassured her money wouldn’t be an issue. Apparently villainy had its perks. 

“So what are you going to do about the corporation? Can you really make sure this won’t happen again?” The villain asked the hero from the entrance way. The hero walked over, baby in arms, the villain helped the hero get her coat back on. 

“Uh well. I maybe, sort of, accidentally, may have burned the place down…? Timidly she made eye contact with the villain who only chuckled. 

“I may have also stolen any hard drive I could have found and threw it in the river.” The villain’s laugh only continued as he put a hand on the small of her back and led her out the door. 

As they were walking to get a car seat- the first of many things on their list- the hero had asked the villain to hold Eloise while she used the lady’s room. She had been asleep when the villain got her but quickly after, she woke up. The villain immediately felt a panic and he feared she might start crying, he held her close, bouncing and hushing her to get her back to sleep. Eloise stared up at the villain for a long time before breaking into giggles, reaching her tiny arms up to touch his nose, getting the attention of the shoppers who started cooing at the handsome man rocking the baby with the loudest giggles ever.  

Right then and there, as he felt the tiniest, softest hands grab his nose, the villain knew he was completely and utterly wrapped around, not only the hero’s finger, but of these tiny fingers as well.

pt 2

[bigfemboyenergy]

oh no not again sighh

welcome back to another case of I REMEMBERED HOW MUCH I LOVE BILL CIPHER AND GRAVITY FALLS

im already swamped with things in my brain and i feel like unproductive shit bc i havent spoken to anyone in hours but! thats okay ig i dont n e e d human interaction right.. haha??

bill cipher though. he has a canon human design (which i assume is mostly a joke but HUH) which is crazy and nightmarish and disgusting (creativity be damned, its horrific, love that for him)

and like ive been desperately waiting for the book of bill for several months now

AND AND topic change!!! i really love writing dipper bc hes a nerd and im a nerd and i genuinely adore his character (sorry mabel likers /j) so i want to write more BUT ITS PROBABLY CRINGE IF I ADD ANYTHING “flavorful” TO IT 💀💀 but uh i think i might just self indulge in a dip & dan just randomly meeting thing i came up with in a comic forever ago mmm

anyway, it goes like this;

Dipper, tired of the repetitiveness of his days working in the Mystery Shack, decides to take a short walk. Just for..”some air”, as he told Mabel, but deep down he knows that isn’t true. He has this yearn for adventure that he wants to fulfill, but he wants to do it alone- a bit unusual for him, he thinks. Alas, he leaves the Shack, determined to find something of interest. He takes with him his very own journal, formatted just like Ford’s, tucked safely under one of his arms.

Walking through the familiar forest around the Mystery Shack, Dipper takes his time to look around. The tall, thick oak trees, the weeds growing from all around the worn, dirt path he’s walking down..it’s very beautiful, but as it grows dark, it feels much more mystical. He takes a small, stable breath as he chooses to stray from the path, the sun lowering in the sky, leaving the moonlight to guide him. This is when Dipper realizes..he forgot to bring a flashlight.

With a slightly-frustrated sigh, he turns to head back home to the Shack, but finds himself a bit lost. Giving up quickly, for the sake of his unparalleled desire to explore, he pushes onwards into the woods. It isn’t long before he wishes he had gone back. The darker it gets, the harder it is for Dipper to keep himself calm. He’s always been fairly paranoid, but in a forest as enchanting and mysterious as this, especially due to the dark, he’s finding it hard not to worry.

As his anxiety builds, fear flowing through his veins as the sky continues to darken above him, the trees towering over him growing thicker as he continues to walk deeper into the woods, only making it harder to see..he finds a light. A soft, calming glow, almost calling out to him. It’s a peaceful green, a bit bewildering, but it does wonders for his anxiety in the moment, before he realizes that something is clearly in the forest with him. However, despite his earlier fear, he can’t seem to feel nearly as scared, the soft light almost comforting him. Taking a second to think, though not nearly enough to make a rational decision, he heads towards the light. Slowly and carefully, he walks towards it, watching as he starts to make out a figure, the supposed source of the glow.

As he continues his slow approach, he stops every few seconds to hide, not wanting to alert the being to his presence. At least he is wary enough to know he could be in danger, though Dipper somewhat laments his lack of thought earlier.

Once he’s close enough to really get a good look, Dipper feels his heartbeat speed up with both excitement and terror. The being looks so human, and yet it all feels so fascinating, as he knows it truly can’t be just that. They appear to be a boy not much older than him, with white hair and..glowing green eyes! Now knowing the source of the light, Dipper feels rather accomplished. He decides that, once he gets home, he’ll postpone everything just to write a bit about this in his journal.

In his excitement, however, Dipper hears a twig crack beneath his feet as he takes a step forward. Without a moment’s hesitation, the boy’s head turns to face his direction; though, luckily, Dipper had already hidden himself behind some close-growing trees, and therefore hasn’t yet been spotted. The boy slowly moves towards Dipper, his feet making no sound, the crunching of the grass and crackling of twigs that would normally come with walking through such a forest..surprisingly not present.

Dipper bursts into a run, panic setting in. He wasn’t thinking for just a second, and now he’s alerted the person to his presence.. he can’t think, he can’t stop, his brain is just telling him to move, his fight or flight kicking in, leading him to run and run with no end in sight. After a long while, with a bit of tripping and getting caught on branches, he finds himself at the edge of the treeline, back at the Mystery Shack. It doesn’t look like the boy followed him. With a long, shaky sigh, Dipper cracks a smile. He did ask for an adventure, and that was just what he got. Entering the Mystery Shack, he immediately heads up the stairs and to his room, eagerly flipping open to a fresh page of his journal, not hesitating to write things down.

Not sparing a detail, he describes the mystery person; a boy of white hair, green eyes, pale skin, and with an eerie, ghastly glow, who makes not a sound when he walks through such an undergrowth-heavy forest.. It intrigues Dipper to no end. He can’t help but want to learn more..

Next time, he thinks, he won’t forget to bring a flashlight.

[fridayth13]

Hii! Hope you're doing well!

Could you write about mc that has a hard time sleeping alone in cocytus hall so they ask Solomon if they can sleep over? (I feel like they'd just end up sleeping together all the time tbh,,,) I'd like to see how you'd write Solomon's reaction :) Thank you so much if you end up doing it <3

tangible ghosts.

↳ solomon × gn!reader

↳ genre: hurt/comfort | wordcount: 500+ | warnings: none

↳ notes: hiii thank you for the rq ^^ im not entirely sure if this works w what you asked for, but i do hope it meets your expectations anyway

solomon almost didn't hear your knock. he was half asleep when you came, and your knuckles rapping on the wood were soft; timid, even.

and when he opened his door for you, that was precisely what you looked like— timid. small. your head was bent down, eyes fixated on the carpeted marble floor. your fingers knitted together, digits twitching every so often. a tiny ball of light floated beside your head, illuminating your features. strangely enough, in this light, solomon thought you looked rather ghostly.

he squinted at you in concern, his voice thick with sleep.

"mc.. everything okay?"

a second of silence was enough for him to decipher. but he gave you the time to shake your head and answer for yourself.

solomon stepped back, opening his door wider to let you in. through the corner of his eye, he noticed you didn't immediately take a seat. your head tilted back up a bit, seemingly observing his room. the weight in your shoulders seemed to lessen. but solomon couldn't shake the feeling of uneasiness coming off of you.

the ball of light dissipated, leaving you under the foggy glow of the moon through solomon's window. a ghost, indeed.

eventually, you turned to him, somewhat bashful.

"ah, sorry for waking you."

"it's no problem." solomon shook his head, smiling gently. "..what's up? do you want to talk about it?"

you bit your lip, averting your gaze.

solomon waited.

"..i can't sleep."

"oh."

"mhm."

solomon's eyes flitted around the room, then back to you. he should've expected that. you weren't used to being alone, were you?

"the bed too hard?" he joked weakly.

the reactional curve of your lips looked forced, so he stopped. but his own smile remained.

"you could.. say that." you replied. "among other things."

solomon slowly shut his door, careful not to let it creak too loudly. when he turned back to you, you were by his bed, awkwardly fluffing the pillow by the headboard.

"mc?" solomon tilted his head.

"...can i.." your gaze dipped back down to the floor. "i can't.. i'm not used to.. sleeping in a house so.. quiet."

i know. solomon nodded quietly. i'm sorry.

he didn't want to push you, or force you to talk about something you didn't want to.

hence, cocytus hall. a decent dormitory a ways away from the source of their pain. though it occurred to him it would hurt them still to keep them apart, it was better than being in their own home and feeling more like a prisoner. it had to do, he'd said to himself.

but, goddammit, the look on your face brought a fresh ache to his heart. just how much turmoil was brewing inside of you then? to be lost in time. to walk the streets of your city— your home— but not knowing the ways anymore. solomon looked into your eyes and saw a hurt so painfully familiar, it took all he had to not run and engulf you in his embrace.

he inhaled slowly, fists tightening where they hid behind his back.

calm. be calm. this is for them.

still, that little bit of selfishness couldn't help but slip out.

"..would you like to sleep here with me instead?" he tried to smile. "i figure it would beat a dingy guest room, you know?"

a flicker of relief appeared on your face.

"yes, please."

suddenly, smiling became easy again.

dividers from @/clutteredfun

[spicyicetea]

HIIII, I love your writing!!! Like your my source of my alone time when not crying or crafting, or gaming! ( We have stuff in common :D). SOOOOO, I have a recommendation!! It would be pretty cool to have you do this sooooo Like Yeah! But could you do a part two to the Link x Milf reader because I loved that one ( Cuz im like that ;) ). And could you do Totk Link x cuddly reader.

Ps. My computer dosnt let me write question Marks :l

LOVE UR WRITING :D -Madisu Kulina

Awww you’re legit so sweet! Eeee it’s messages like this that make me wanna keep posting. I’m actually already working on a pt 2 for the Milf!Y/N and I’ll make sure to tag you in it once it’s done. So for now I’ll do the other request. I assume you’d also like this to be yandere themed as it’s kinda my main thing at this point. I’ll split this into bullet points and then a short imagine.

Usual warnings: Yandere behaviour, NSFW topics mentioned but no actual smut. MDNI.

TOTK Link x Cuddly, Fem! Y/N

Link has always hit me as the type of Yandere who loves a physically affectionate reader. Being able to be near someone and protect them is a big deal, especially with all the crazy things happening in Hyrule.

If this is before Ganondorf was defeated, he takes you everywhere with him.

Each Sage he recruited knows you are his priority and to protect you with their lives or face him in a battle. None of them wanted that, they knew better.

You were a Hylian woman he bumped into while visiting Hateno village. Watching you man the fields awoke something in him. A gorgeous woman like you shouldn’t have to work day and nights just to get food and a roof over her head. She deserves to be pampered. And he can do that for you.

He practically swept you off your feet and proclaimed he would marry you once he defeated Ganondorf. He plans to keep that promise.

You ride sitting in front of him on Epona so he can make sure you’re comfortable. When he jumps off to fight or explore on foot, you stay on the saddle, Epona prepared to run for the hills as her master has instructed should danger even look your way.

He was fully prepared to be the “bad guy”. Making sure you would appreciate his generosity and gentle handling when he could be so rough. He needed you to need him.

But, he figured out he didn’t need to rather quickly.

It was a cold and he had left to handle a monster infestation near where you had been camping. The rain lashed at the ground outside the cave you and Epona were hunkered in for safety. The oversized tunic you wore as a makeshift dress club to your form, soaked with water. Flint sparks as you tried to start up the fire, having moved some spare sticks into the cave. It just wouldn’t work. With a heavy sigh, you hunkered over, shivering while fiddling with the flint in your hands.

“Y/N… you’re cold.” A familiar voice rang.

Link stood behind you, soaked by the rain. He tossed his pouch aside, prepared to strip you so he could dry your clothes. With a sigh, he took his gloves off but when he went to grab you, he jolted to a stop. Your arms wrapped around him, your cheek nuzzling his chin.

“Link! I was so worried, I missed you.” You pouted up at him.

His face flushed red and he hugged you tightly back, peppering your face with kisses. You truly were his adorable little wife. He couldn’t wait to have you back at his home where you’d stay safe for him to come home to each day.

His day dreaming was interrupted as you tugged at his shirt and trousers. Your greedy hands couldn’t get enough of him, maybe he’d have to give you what you wanted. He had planned for your first intimate experience to be on your wedding day but he’s more than willing to jump the gun. Oh how he would love to fold you and abuse that tight pretty c-

“Link! You need to dry your clothes!”

“Oh…”

Yes… he couldn’t wait to marry you. His touchy little princess.

[m0e-ru]

Hi! I'm sorry to bother you, but I've been reading your meta posts about Izanami and Souzai Daigaku and the like and you mention the game script often, do you have a link to the dump or to a big doc containing it? I only saw your Izanami one and it's fascinating, I'd really like to see more! I try to take screenshots of things like minor NPC dialogue but I miss a lot of stuff.

Also, while I'm here I'd like to ask, do you have a link to the Persona 4 Visualives? I know you uploaded them to your YouTube channel (and I'm very grateful 🥰) but I mean the actual files. I can only find dead torrents of them...

Either way, thank you very much for all the thoughts and reading material! #TeamIzanami

HAII HAIII HAIIII /waves violently and i trip on my feet and eat my spreadsheets/ imso happy youre here

i'd be SO HONORED to share my resources and im SO HAPPY SOMEONE'S SO INTERESTED ENOUGH TO ASK  !!!

I've gathered and curated my own resources throughout the years, and I'll be sharing the original mirrors of where I got them. Of course, if any of these links are dead, I always have my own copies so you can ask me again WAHAHA

SCRIPT DUMP

ShrineFox

https://shrinefox.com/apps/textsearch 

https://drive.google.com/file/d/113DuAlmIqb8AU4xBYNuU5FDxPP3mVX67/view 

If you're not already familiar, ShrineFox has been a mod dev in the Persona scene for a while, right now though they're working on a lot of other projects too hehe. They had this "text search" app for a while where you could find text from entire script dumps of a game they had on hand, mostly the Persona games. Right now, the app's taken down, but the whole dumps have been uploaded in this Google Drive!

The _msg files are the ones you're looking for for the text n stuff. The _flow files are for the backend behavior coding and all that. These txt files are really big too, so try opening it with a source code editor like Notepad++ or Sublime Text because it might blow up a normal writer app like Word or Writer LMAO (188K LINES??)

Also, these are really the raw text dumps. There’s a learning curve to how interpret IDs and all that but you’ll get used to it, or just hit me up!

Vanilla JP Dump

https://www.mediafire.com/folder/s7c87y07vsv0t/Game_Scripts_and_Anki_Decks 

https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1ukDIWSkh_xvpppPbgs1nUR2kaEwFaWlsJgZUlb9LuTs/edit#gid=0 

https://www.mediafire.com/file/9mkufgtde42em6v/Persona_4.txt/file 

Here’s a transcript of the JP text of the base game, not Golden. It’s formatted plainly, without the raw code or IDs or anything, so it’s easier to read but hard to crosscheck with the ENG text from the first dump.

MOEL Backroom (my stuff)

kai's spreadsheet of spreadsheets (and other docs)

https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/18X2sR-1duXGWtQtJd5mesjrVUorjvUkOiwEjXT25Lmc/edit

Here’s my (supposedly) entire directory of my documents and spreadsheets I made throughout the years! You can take a gander if something catches your eye. I also made a summary of it and more resources on my Neocities :]

https://moel-sekiyu.neocities.org/archive/resources

Steam NPC Dialogue Calendar (P4G Edition)

[disclaimer: big page!!] https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=2425834890 

BIG SHOUTOUT TO STEAM GAMER TYSSERR FOR LITERALLY DOING ALL OF THIS MAN YOU ARE SO FUCKING REAL FOR THIS 🫶🫰🫶🫰🫶🫰

This is an entire guide for all the NPCs overworld in Inaba AND Okina, specifically a glossary for each NPC and when they actually show up. I wouldn’t know if this is really complete but it SURE IS comprehensive. If you can navigate the dumps right, you can reference that to figure out what their actual dialogue is and read it in context.

WEATHER CALENDAR

Vanilla Wikidot page

http://persona4.wikidot.com/schedule

P4G Spreadsheet

https://www.reddit.com/r/persona4golden/comments/w8h1fi/persona_4_golden_complete_weather_forecast/

https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1iQfD_E2WhbW362puKUN_VJybjWBngUQTC2jI9CUmsLE/edit 

These are calendars that have the weather throughout the game, and the wiki one has events and other stuff too just for the base game. The spreadsheet is a weather calendar throughout P4G, you can make your own copy to annotate if you’d like!

SELF DUMP

If you see throughout my resources, I don’t really source some of them from anywhere else because I dumped the scripts myself! Especially the JP scripts and the Arena/Ultimax story modes.

There’s a lot to say about it considering I learned it while trying to crack into the games files myself and debugging mod files on my own LOL. Here’s a few Amicitia pages as a starting point, and you can ask me for anything else

MSG and BMD (and BF)

https://amicitia.miraheze.org/wiki/BMD

https://amicitia.miraheze.org/wiki/BF

These files contain text and dialogue and description etc etc. You can check these pages to see how to extract them with tools available. There are .BMD files in .BF files most of the time.

PM1 vs PM2 & PM3

https://amicitia.miraheze.org/wiki/PM1

PM1 has text, dialogue etc

PM2 & PM3 only found in main folder (JP assets, not the ENG nor KR nor CN asset folder) deals with environment, models, etc etc

VISUALIVE / the Evolution Direct Download Link

The moment everyone’s been waiting for !! Here’s a link to both Visualives and the bonus content, which I’ve already posted on my YouTube like you said. I will kill this link in a week or so for security purposes and my actual cloud storage. If you want it past this time though, you can always hit me up and ask me personally! I’m planning to properly host it one day, I’m just being thrown against the waves right now.

update: i've killed the link now. if anyone else needs it, you can always come to me personally!

aand that’s it! I’ve actually been writing this throughout the whole week whenever I have the time. Here’s as comprehensive as I’ll get, and thank you SOSOSO MUCH sticking around!!

[rabbityshen]

not sure who this post is for.

i think i just needed a way to get out some of my brainworms about genazo and some of the observations i've made about it as a movie and fandom phenomenon that's big in japan but basically not at all here. it was originally gonna be a pitch post on my Main, Professional writing blog but it came out kind of too.....silly for that. which is why the grammar and capitalization are generally proper and the tone is more formal (and has images). i wrote most of it back in august/september but have edited it so it's relatively current to right now.

it's mostly a bunch of rambling and info tidbits about genazo. cant imagine who would be interested in it, except genazo fans, but then it's also written as if to be read by ppl who don't know what genazo is. again, very confusing post. my bad. if u wanna read it go ahead, but lol (lol).

but if ur like "what's genazo?" well then this the post for you. maybe.

edit: added some more fun images for myself 😊 and some (spoilery) CWs for the movie at the very end

They say honesty is a virtue so I might as well start off by saying that my curiosity about this movie was not sparked by the anniversary productions being made for Shigeru Mizuki’s 100th birthday or through keeping tabs on the latest anime films coming out, but because I saw fanart and I thought the main character, Mizuki, looked hot.

After some sleuthing, I tracked down the source material and was surprised that it was from a movie, Kitaro Tanjo: GeGeGe no Nazo (which I'll shorten to GeNazo), part of the GeGeGe no Kitaro franchise.

If you don’t know of GeGeGe no Kitaro or Shigeru Mizuki, I’ll pause here to give a little bit of background info. Shigeru Mizuki was a mangaka born in 1922, who made manga at the same time alongside other influential artists like Osamu Tezuka (Astro Boy) and Shotaro Ishinomori (Kamen Rider). Mizuki would ultimately become famous for GeGeGe no Kitaro (which I'll shorten to Kitaro from here on out), a manga series following a yokai boy named Kitaro and his adventures. Kitaro is on par with Asto Boy in terms of being a national icon. He’s credited with popularizing yokai stories for the modern masses, his imagery becoming what people would most associate with the classic folklore. Besides the 2023 movie, there was an anime adaptation that aired 2018 - 2020, which was also a 50th anniversary production based off of the first anime adaptation that first aired in 1968.

I had some passing, bare minimum familiarity with Kitaro, as much as anyone who’s liked anime and manga for decades would have, and I had never seen a character from it who looked like Mizuki. Clearly, the movie wasn't a straightforward adaptation, even if it was taking one of the manga chapter titles as its own (“The Birth of Kitaro,” which shows the origins of the eponymous character). Not only that, but the promotional material was fairly bloody and dour, obviously aimed at a more mature audience than the usual child demographic the franchise was geared towards, as with the 2018 Kitaro anime. The character design for Kitaro on the movie poster was very similar though, so I figured they likely shared the same continuity.

(i don't have enough relevant images to adequately disperse throughout this post so im just adding random screenshots of mizuki for enrichment and personal indulgence 🙂)

Since the anime series had been officially licensed and subtitled by Crunchyroll, I assumed the same had been done for the movie but that was not the case. It had been released in Japanese theaters back in November 2023 but as of April 2024 at the time, there was (and still is) nowhere official and legal to watch it with localized English subtitles. I had little interest in Kitaro otherwise so I shrugged and decided I would let my shallow interest taper off. It did not.

Instead it plagued me for months (my friends can testify to this). I can't exactly articulate why; The heart wants what the heart wants I suppose. So I finally caved in and found…other means of watching it. I'm not sure if I expected that to sate the brainworms already festering in my head, but basically the opposite of that happened. Now having context for what I was already seeking out on Twitter, new depths of investment were opened up. And that's when I discovered this movie was quite popular.

Now granted, this is still in relative terms. This was the year that other animated hit films such as The Super Mario Bros. Movie and The Boy and the Heron came out. Even other anime franchise films such as Case Closed: Black Iron Submarine and Spy x Family Code: White were much bigger domestic and international hits from around the same time. However, while GeNazo never reached the status of being the #1 movie in Japan for the week, it was one of the top five grossing movies for four consecutive weeks (and in the top ten for a consecutive 11 weeks), making over two billion yen (~$17 million). It was also selected to be shown at the 2024 Annecy International Animation Film Festival in the Countrechamp category. A new version of the film called the “True Version” (真生版), which contains redone cuts and rerecorded dialogue (but no changes to the narrative), as well as bumps up the rating from PG-12 to R15, was released a few weeks ago.

And when you zoom in closer from a fandom subculture perspective, its popularity is undeniable. The doujinshi made for the GeNazo fandom and sold through the retailer Comic Toranoana is not only numerous, but has dominated the female-targeted section rankings for months (both “All Ages” and “Adults Only”), alongside doujinshi for much more internationally popular series like Jujutsu Kaisen and Slam Dunk. (Another way to compare this, Kitaro has a total of 2500+ listed and Delicious in Dungeon has a little over 40 items listed.) In the 2023 poll for yumejoshi (similar to the concept of “self-shipping” fandom) to pick their favorite characters for the year, the two main characters made it to the top twenty (Gegero at #15 and Mizuki at #9), even though the movie was released quite late into the year. Then in Animage’s annual Anime Grand Prix, GeNazo was voted as the top favorite anime for 2023, with Mizuki and Gegero also voted as the top favorite characters. At COMIC CITY SPARK 19, a popular Tokyo doujinshi event held last week, GeNazo is the third most popular fandom represented (above other fandoms including Haikyu!! and Honkai: Star Rail). Several months ago, a film concert event was held and it must've done more than well enough if they're holding the event again for two days in November.

So obviously, I was very much not the only one infested with brainworms! But in comparison, no one over in English-speaking anime fandom circles knows anything. On Archive of Our Own, there’s a tag for “GeGeGe no Kitaro (Anime)”* that only has under 50 works in English when accounted for the movie’s release. (In comparison, there are over 2,500 works in the tag for “ダンジョン飯 | Dungeon Meshi | Delicious in Dungeon” in English when accounted for the anime’s release. For possibly a more equivalent comparison, there are a little under 200 works in the tag for “Bang Brave Bang Braven (Anime)” a show that did receive an official English translation and was ranked second in the Anime Grand Prix.) Every time I peek into Japanese fandom, I feel like I’m stepping into a parallel universe. The gap is striking.

Anime has never been more accessible to foreigners, specifically Americans. Piracy still reigns supreme in terms of frugal personal finances, but it's less convenient and full of pitfalls, requiring some sophistication in navigating platforms and torrents. As a thirty year old with a full-time job, the low-risk convenience on its own is worth the money of subscription. It’s also easy to think in the age of streaming and simulcast—with plenty of titles getting licensed but then instantly buried under the oversaturation of Content and lackluster efforts at marketing—that we have legal access to everything, or at least everything notable. But similar to this year's cult hit Girls Band Cry (until the official English language translation available through Hoopla and, soon on November 6th, Crunchyroll as well), GeNazo fell through the license cracks. 

I shouldn't be too surprised though. While Kitaro is an iconic series with a deep cultural legacy in Japan, its popularity in the USA is much milder. In my experience, people who do know about Kitaro tend to regard it as a piece of classic manga history rather than engaging art or storytelling in its own right. As an older, episodic children’s series fundamentally focused on traditional Japanese folklore, its potential appeal to international audiences is less universal and it's less likely to be taken seriously by manga fans invested in more serialized storytelling. So it is a shame that this movie isn't licensed and officially localized. Tomohiro Harafuchi, the director of Mizuki Productions, said in an interview at the Annecy Festival that he hoped that screening GeNazo there would “inspire the international audience to discover these universes” since Kitaro is less well known outside of Japan. Especially since it stands out as fairly unique work among the other Kitaro movies, series, and other related media.

At this point, you might be wondering what GeNazo is actually about and what my pitch is for watching it besides Hot Anime Guy.

The version that's short and to the point: A nice horror mystery with some decent fujobait and anti-nationalist themes.

The version with a premise like you're reading the back of a DVD case: Mizuki, a salaryman working for a blood bank during Japan’s postwar era, is tasked with visiting a remote village. He hopes to curry favor with a powerful family whose patriarch has just died, causing a power struggle, as well as find out the secret of the miracle drug that they manufacture. Along the way, he meets a mysterious man searching for his missing wife. Violent, strange deaths begin occurring however, and Mizuki soon finds himself wrapped up in a disturbing conspiracy he never anticipated. Find out the twisted origins of one of Japan’s most beloved characters…

My actual, extremely condensed opinion: A fun 3/5 stars movie that I'm kind of ambivalent about.

“Whoa whoa whoa,” you may be wondering, “You wrote all of this about a movie you rated 3/5 on Letterboxd?” The answer is “yes” and I wish I had a better one.

That'll be for another post though, since I can't discuss it without really getting into spoilers.

Note [possible spoilers]: Content warnings for GeNazo include gore, war trauma flashbacks, non-graphic and referenced incestuous CSA, alcoholism, child death.

[sewer-freak]

LONG ASS MESSAGE WARNING!!!! I have Things to Share! You've not been super online lately so I've complied sum shit that may be of interest to you.

(turning off my pink text bc normal text is easier on the eyes for big messages likethis)

I've Accepted that my instinctive feelings toward your buddy Cain are. Different from yours and uhhhuhhhhh usually try not to make Too big a thing of it. (TBH, I get an instinctive bad vibe from. Most people. So that on its own isn't enough to go off of anyway.)

however!!!! I have reason to believe that he is The Kiwi Creep. (<- I gave him a name like they do for prolific killers)

Firstly, I present to you: These posts! I'm not a huge fan of this girl's either, but it is super useful that people just confess their dark incriminating secrets to her sometimes.

https://www.tumblr.com/heavensentofficial/757394760772337664/everything-is-alright-yes-its-just-not?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/heavensentofficial/757737395132186624/apologies-for-the-late-acknowledgment-thank-you?source=share

(The second one has confirmation that this the same person that's been harassing you!)

"Anyway, I’ve been intentionally misleading people. Or, one particular person.

She’s someone I truly hold dear and appreciate, yet I’ve been anonymously sending her sadistic, lewd fantasies I have about her. They make her scared and uncomfortable, but every time I send them, she comes to me for help. …Without knowing it’s me."

"I can’t keep up the act anymore, I feel as if everything’s blurring together. I’m hurting her. Yet I’m the person she seeks comfort from. She’s coming to the very person who’s causing her issues in the first place and she has no idea."

Sound familiar???

I find it interesting too that The Kiwi Creep instead of going to Cain like you suggested went to this totally uninvolved person! (Kind of like how you never see Batman and Bruce Wayne in the same room!)

Coincidence? I for one think not!

If this isn't enough, he recently announced he'd be going on break.

https://www.tumblr.com/divinetouchdown/757916668887515136/hello-all-i-have-an-important-announcement-to?source=share

To do what? To handle an issue offline with higher ups at the temple. Guess he decided the coal-walking wasn't enough...

I don't usually go there anymore bc the local temple is built on abuse, puritanical hypocrisy and stuffing people into nasty, hard to clean chastity devices, but because I wanted to get to the bottom of this, I dressed up as Edin, who he'd trust, to see if I could get footage of him doing the things The Kiwi Creep said he'd do. I have some videos I can send you in DMs if you want em.

To top it all off, I got an account of his character from someone else that knows him.

https://www.tumblr.com/poorsadorphanposting/757925978181943296/hi-hi-%CB%86%E1%97%9C%CB%86-i-hear-youve-talked-to-one-mr?source=share

I personally think it's pretty fucking damning but you ofc are free to reach your own conclusions.

Anywayz I hope you're alright n I know this ask is probably kind of overwhelming gihfuoji;kl ... Idk if putting it all out there like this is even helpful but I feel Strongly about The Truth being important. Feel free 2 take your time n figure out how you feel about this info n stuff idfk

hi. yea sorry idont have a good consept of timr. im mot on here alot. immrlyy truing to thnk words but its hard. id o not feel well.

i also get bad vibes feom everyone but idk idk cain i felt like. like he proved hilmself to me like he was different he said he was and he was but ffXKKNG KIWI SAID HE WAS DIFFERTN AND FHAT IF I KNEW WHO HE WAS I wouldd dhnage my tone oh nnyhod im going to be sick

wwwhhatt do yiu mean “shes comjing tothe bery peraon who is causing her jssues” hes so nice why WHYDO I MAKE EVERYUONE WANT TO HURT ME?! clearly he doesnt eant to feel like that he told me it frustrated him and hedidnt know what to so with the feelings i provoked him i always dducking do this i shojldnt interact with anyone evwer

ii i i dont kniw alot about the temple 8 only know whathes told me .,,, i thought he wpuld twll me to join but he neverdid it was alwaays more like “come to me with ur issues i can fix them!” idk idk idk

can

can you send me the vjdeos

i fffrll so horrible idont know what to do

[fearowkenya]

Winds of Change

Chapter 3: When it Rains, it Pours

The gentle babbling of running water is dissonant in Ryo's ears as everyone slowly starts to regroup, making their way toward the middle of the central path, where—his breath hitches, sharp and cold against the inside of his throat—Shuuji is staring at the ground, head bowed and shoulders taut.

What happened in the waterway left its mark on everybody, and Ryo's doing his best to watch over his friends in the aftermath. Unfortunately, he doesn't have eyes in the back of his head, and neither does Shuuji.

ao3 link in the source, extended post-chapter commentary below! (:

i had a whole bunch of stupid temporary names for each section of every chapter during earlier stages of writing to help keep track of what order the segments were in. like i said on ao3, the working title for this chapter (the middle segment, specifically) was "The Gang Misplaces The Baby". Other notable ones were "be gay do crime hold egg" (ch1 pt1), "Get Punched Idiot" (ch1 pt2), and "EGG" (ch3 pt3).

ive been sitting on all my silly kunemon dialogue for WEEKS. im still not sure how i feel about it - on one hand, i kind of like it when you can only figure out what kunemon's saying through context, usually via ryo. but also i think it's really fun to explore what kunemon's voice sounds like in dialogue - if you translated all of kunemon's kews, would he speak the same way as jewelbeemon or banchoustingmon? it's hard to say, given that theres basically no time in-narrative save for the evolution event where banchoustingmon is center stage. that's part of why i think it's a shame that ultimate and mega stage evolutions are affinity-dependant rather than story-depedant. that said, i've heard that the development cycle for this game was BRUTAL, so i dont fault the devs for it. besides, it's kinda fun to try to figure out how to change ultimate and mega evo scenes so that they fit into a specific area of the story. i won't get into it now, but i have MANY thoughts on the subject.

i also have many thoughts about ryo. i know ive talked about this before, but he was the one to surprise me the most in truthful. i truly was caught off-guard at how much of ryo is hidden behind the walls he puts up at the very beginning. it's so delightful to me that this rough, foul-mouthed, prickly guy is arguably the most emotionally intelligent of the group. i bet he has no idea that his ability to read people is so impressive, and likely views his eye for detail is nothing out of the ordinary. i think these skills are both things that he started to hone at a young age, and now they're just second nature. although. i do think these skills completely go out the window when he's in distress.

also on the topic of ryo - i will die on the hill that he and saki have some kind of shared history. i dont think they go to the same school; there's a few references to saki probably being at the same one as takuma and minoru, and then at the amusement park in truthful, theres a bit of dialogue between minoru and ryo that suggests that the two of them go to different schools. so instead, i've mostly committed to the notion that they're …hmm… childhood "friends" is a strong word. probably closer to childhood "acquaintances". childhood "other kid i kept seeing over and over at the same place, and since theres no one else my age around here i dont have any other options". childhood "best available friend".

anyway, I think they were familiar with one another through their parents. it makes sense to me that one of saki's parents worked with ryo's mother or had some other kind of connection to her that faded after she died. or maybe ryo and saki ended up running into each other constantly while ryo's mother was in the hospital. in either scenario, a much younger saki and ryo would have been together frequently enough that they got to know each other pretty well as kids, then grew distant after their families' paths stopped crossing, not seeing each other again until the start of the camping trip. i think thats a decent reason for why ryo's not quite as temperamental with saki as he is with the others rightrightright at the beginning, and it would explain why he doesn't seem to mind her following him around and saying stuff like "idk what you'd do if i take my eyes off you" without him getting all that annoyed (relatively).

but yeah, this chapter was a LOT of fun for me to write. i really liked the idea of getting the immediate aftermath of the fight with wendimon from ryo's perspective. it was gonna be from shuuji's at first, but i think he would have been too caught up in shock and grief to be paying much attention to any of the others. ryo, on the other hand, is extremely observant and perceptive even though he's also pretty upset.

i had a great time writing shuuji listening in on kunemon and ryo's conversation. obviously i loved the duality of shuuji having no idea what kunemon is talking about while we the reader know that ryo gets whiplash between trying to cheer up a gloomy kunemon, exchanging stuff they've noticed about their friends, then being personally attacked about his feelings concerning a specific person (whose identity i hope was at least somewhat discernible without kunemon goggles). shuuji can understand the words ryo is saying just fine, but the information he learns catches him off-guard, and it occurs to him just how much distance there is between him and most of the group. this gave me a fun opportunity to think about what it's like to be shuuji at this specific part of the story - he's just had this horrible brush with death, and even though he's doing much better than he was before, he's at a point where he hasn't grown close with most of the others yet. we don't see much of shuuji having to build or rebuild his relationships with his peers immediately following the waterway - iirc the bulk of what we get is after those 10 days takuma was gone, and by then, the way he interacts with the others is much, much different.

i also really enjoyed getting a bit silly about the game mechanics in the last segment. finding random shit like plates of ribs and weird bananas isn't really addressed much beyond acknowledging that it was found. i think theres been SOME commentary about how the thing is weird, but to my knowledge, WHERE those weird things were found isn't acknowledged. nobody ever sits back like "hey so why the fuck did i find a pineapple inside of the piano" and i thought i could play with that a little!!

all right, thats gonna do it for this week. as you may have noticed, my ability to accurately gauge when i can post chapters is… hmm… questionable at best. i currently plan on posting chapter 4 on monday, but theres a small local con this weekend so i can't say for certain. my usual weekend chores will likely be pushed to monday unless im able to get them done tomorrow (highly unlikely), so we'll just have to wait and see!

thank you for reading, and as i said on ao3, im really really grateful for the comments ive gotten, even the ones in tags on tumblr. im always happy for more, and im so curious to know what stood out to people the most.

[fluffs-palace]

Mc questions;

All Mc's, if allowed, if not the same as Tai; #9 is the greatest fear.

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(Since its all 7 of them, im just gonna do lil blurbs minus Samuels instead of the longer short stories like his)

CW: Mentions of eating disorders, PTSD like behavior

Question 9

Greatest Fear

Lyari

White hair. Honeyed complexion. Half lidded eyes. Bright colors. Barely an inch under his partner. The same partner she was constantly being mistaken for. Always a "Oh, Asra! It's been so long. Did you grow out your hair?" or "Have your eyes always been that color, Asra? I could swear they were different." It wasn't until she spoke, most times, that they finally realize she was a completely different person. She is, isn't she? They aren't going to just live the rest of his life in his better half's shadow, right? Yeah. Yeah. Eventually they'll find his familiar. She'll figure out what magicks she specializes in. Make his own gate one day. Things wont always just stay the same forever.... right?

Marsom

The city in general makes him uneasy after everything that happened but the palace is a whole other level of freaked out. He's afraid to ever step foot back in its halls, but he sucks it up since he still has to sometimes— even if he still wakes up in a cold sweat after the nightmares it's given him or still has to go hide in a closet to avoid a meltdown. If you asked him, though, he'd say his biggest fear was possums.

Osanna

This little lady doesn't exactly have the best relationship with food. Being the Court Magician isn't always what its cracked up to be; she's got a lot of stress resting upon her shoulders. Not to mention the burdens she tries to carry for Nadia too. Meals or snacks could easily be summoned at any point, where ever and whenever she wanted them. She knows she shouldn't, but for some reason she cant bring herself to stop... so she eats and eats to the point of making herself sick. She worries one day she might not be able to stop from eating herself into an early grave. Of course Nadia would never let that happen but its a slow process.

Samuel

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Seli

She'd always felt uneasy for some reason she could never put her finger on. Asra would never tell her anything, obviously. It stayed in the back of her mind, though. A constant nagging feeling. Then she'd start to get bits and pieces from outside sources, or things Asra would let slip absentmindedly. Something was catching up to her, and, from what she could tell, it wasn't good. The last thing Seli would ever let happen is her own fuck-ups cause pain to those around her. She had to make sure whatever it was either never finished their leg of the race or that it was dealt with before they could.

Tai

They've always had a simple life. Asra even corroborates that from their life before. With memories. One set of clothes for as long as they could remember until Valerius. A little garden all to themselves until starting to share with Portia. They were content with that, too, until him. Until being swept away by sass and hidden feelings. Until they started doubting. They weren't fancy. It was obvious Tai didnt exactly belong at the palace. How did they end up with the biggest snob in the joint? Honestly. They can't meet up to his standards at all. He puts them in pretty clothes now, but they're still that same little country bumpkin underneath. Are they even good enough for him? Does he actually care about them or is it just some stunt? It cant be. Nah. They're fine. Everything's fine.

Vaura

They love Lucio with all their heart, but they also know he wasn't the greatest man before they met. In fact, he still isn't. Everyone has their flaws, right? Regardless of that, they would fight tooth and nail to make damn sure his past never caught up with him. Whether that be deals unpaid or a corrupt return to past actions, they couldn't care less. Maybe that made them a little morally grey, sure. Should he get his comeuppance? Probably— but not while they have a say in it. They would keep what they had taken.

[trenchcoatsbi]

1)i've realized that the snippets the chatfic have incorrect quotes vibes. i might submit them to a generator for the funsies

2) I'm still Not Normal about Racer but hey let's talk about Spot for a bit.

So when I first stumbled upon the Brooklyn newsies, I didn't actually know who Spot was for like a month. It was only after I decided to tag along with whoever I had been following that day all the way back to wherever the larger group stayed, and I saw everybody (most of which were pretty rambunctious and not willing to back down for anything) give full control and respect to Spot. who was the smallest person in the room.

Seriously why was he so short. I genuinely thought his nickname was because he was short for like a year.

Anyways, I ended up gaining my first street name because guess who was an idiot and stole something from Spot? yeah me. Idk why I thought that was a smart move.

Thankfully Spot noticed that I was a thin and pale child who's voice was weirdly shaky (I had anxiety 👍 (i cannot shake it in any life)) and was NOT wearing proper fall clothes because I was stubborn. Because of this he decided not to bash my head in, especially after learning that I had been giving the newsies some extra cash because I could. He ended up taking me under his wing and taught me some skills and tips in case I'd ever end up on the streets. which you know, I did. technically by my own choice but still.

I think I spent around 3~ years as a member of the brooklyn newsies. I wasn't buying my own papes to sell, but some of the guys got a few extras and handed them off to me, with the agreement that I'd give them half the profits to help cover the extra cost. During this time Spot had a bit of a soft spot for me, first simply because I was an easy source of extra cash, and then later on because I was clearly a kid who needed a bit of freedom and affection from somebody who saw me as Magpie, not Alex.

I never said it to his face, but I always did see Spot as a older sibling figure. He was really nice, and although I couldn't hold my own against a 1v1 fight, but he taught me how to defend myself and to use a weapon in tandem with my parkour skills to maximize my damage to somebody attacking me.

I do remember that some time after the strike, Racer's gambling ring got big enough to warrant a building to hold seminightly hang outs. This was all because after the strike and the rally with all the newsies coming to hear us out, some new friendships were made and Racer got so so many more opportunities to earn money. Anyways, during these meetings, me, Racer, and Spot were seen as the kings of the ring. Spot because he scared literally everybody, Racer because he was the one in charge, and me because Those Two. That's my brother and my could-have-been-boyfriend - Voidling Anon

i dont think im familiar with this source but that sounds so cool!! spot sounds like such a lovely fella :D

i always love older sibling/younger sibling type of relationships, even if theyre not like actually blood related siblings and its just a found family type of thing (actually that almost makes it better sometimes /hj)

also love the ring kings hehe ill doodle yall sometime if you want!

ty for sharing voidling <3

[mirai1269]

Yandere Shenanigans: Adventures of Little Bro

Leaked Plot part 3 (Rough Draft)

TW: Uncensored Cursing

The next day, at school Newt was a hair away from beating the sh*t out of a student.

“Since Vincent was your brother in law, how much inheritance money are your receiving?”

Fucking Asshole

All this for him He said to himself, as he anxiously waited for the clock to end this class. As soon as the bell rang, he rushed pass the crowd of students into his world history class, the earliest class he had with Reme. He was the first seated, but he kept his eyes on the entrance. As soon as he saw that familiar flash of pink and yellow hair, he rushed over to the blonde.

“Reme, I need to talk to you alone before class starts, it’s important.”

The two of them looked at each other, but then to the group of students who were still on Newt’s a*s about the incident.

“After school, behind the courtyard.” She said quiet enough for every other student to miss, but loud enough for Newt to catch.

Newt wanted to argue, to just go outside the class or the bathroom or something, but students looked like they were starving for any more gossip about the incident, and nothing can satisfy that hunger more than a primary source.

—— 2 Hours Later ——

He saw Him at the halls, acting as if he didn’t do anything, in fact, he’s laughing with his basketball team in the distance. The joy on his face felt like a slap, but he couldn’t just go up and confront him now. Even if he’s alone, he’s not strong enough to beat him a fight. He needs more than his fists if he’s going to stand chance with him.

—— 2 More Hours Later ——

Were students always this nosy, yeesh, I know that it was a big incident but find something else to do!

About an hour after school ended, he saw her behind a wall signaling him to come over. He looked back to see if any student was desperate enough to stalk him for this long just to catch wind of any news, but luckily the students here weren’t completely hopeless.

“Hey Reme, I need your help.”

“It’s about your brother, right?”

“Y-Yeah, I need help tracking down Leon.”

“What does he have to do with this?”

Newt explained everything that happened and his suspicions to Reme, he said not to call the police, but to help him interrogate Leon for his Brother’s safety. Reme didn’t disagree, but she didn’t look like she was excited to agree either. It was like she was desensitized to this kind of stuff, has something similar to this happen to her before?

Luckily, Reme was on his side for the plan, now was figuring out how to win a fight against Leon. He knows that even though it’s a 2v1, Leon would easily win, so they would need some unfair avanta-

“REME WHERE THE HELL DID YOU GET A GUN?!”

“We’ll need it if we’re gonna get anything out of Leon.”

He was about to remind her that she didn’t answer his question, but thinking about it, he’d rather not know.

As she was putting the gun away, Newt remembered that they still needed to track down Leon after school.

“Reme, how are we gonna track down Leon?”

“I’ll figure it out, you just need to meet me here tomorrow, same time.”

And that’s what he did. He went home and ate dinner with Jon and his family. He thanked them and went to bed. When Friday morning came, he wasn’t dreading to go to school because he was a step closer to getting his brother back. The students asked less inappropriate questions about the incident, probably because they learned he wasn’t going to give in. The last class ends before Newt knows it and he doesn’t hesitate to get to the back of the courtyard.

About an hour passes and Reme is 24 minutes late, which was odd because she’s a studious and punctual student. He finished the Deli sandwich he bought for waiting and was now playing on his phone to pass the time. He then got a text from Reme.

“Im going to be late, when I arrive, listen to everything I say.”

“Ok.” he texted back.

Finally, Reme’s shadow appeared as she walked towards him. Newt put his phone down and turned to face the blonde.

“Reme, there you are-”

Leon was the shadow coming for him, not Reme.

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Writer’s note: This took a while b/c I have no flipping idea how to write Reme (sorry Reme fans) I also needed to plot the plot. Since this is rough draft material, hopefully I can fix future plot holes or inconsistencies within the story IF I ever decide to turn this into a full fic.

Great as ever! Thank for the food! <3 (That part with the inheritance money was funny, poor Newt.)

[xkotaro16w]

How about a scenario where Night Raven college is hosting an event and an assassin or something comes and tries to poison Leona. Well Leona drinks the poison but thankfully he didn’t drink a lot so he’s just unconscious. Well people spread rumors and start to blame the reader. So Crowley forces them to leave NRC. But on the day they are to leave, Leona wakes up and defends the reader and proves there innocence. Im sorry if this is a lot! Thank you so much!

—𝙻𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚊 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘���𝚊𝚛 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝙿𝚘𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝙱𝚢 𝚊𝚗 𝙰𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙿𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝙱𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝙶𝙽!𝚂/𝙾—

Summary: Scenario/short scenario where Leona gets poisoned by an assassin in NRC’s event and falls unconscious. Most people in NRC blames his GN!S/O and starts to spread a false rumor. Crowley forces GN!S/O to leave NRC. On the day GN!S/O is about to leave, Leona wakes up and proves GN!S/O’s innocence.

Pairing: Leona Kingscholar x GN!S/O.

TW: Fluff/angst, murder (attempted), poisoning, verbal abuse (S/O receiving), cursing, grammatical error, OOC.

A/N: NO SRSLY THIS IS SAD SKJEHBKJGBSKJEGB ༼ ༎ຶ ෴ ༎ຶ༽ THANK GOODNESS U WANTED A HAPPY ENDING LIKE ME ANON AQJWEFBAJFBWJHBAF (҂ ꒦ິヮ꒦ິ) I HOPE U LIKE THIS- ALSO I HAVE A SERIOUS WRITING BLOCK EJKGBASKJEGBAJWGBA I TRIED 2 MAKE THIS AS SHORT AS I CAN CZ THIS COULD GET A PT 2 IF I DIDN’T MAKE IT SHORT (╥ᆺ╥；)

Today is the day where everyone in NRC has been waiting for, the big and fun festival in NRC starts from today until tomorrow! You couldn’t help but to overjoy about this, it’s the first time you have such an exhilarating event at school, not only that, your boyfriend promised to spend his evening at the event with you.

Many outsiders are visiting the school for this special event, several of your friends even invited their beloved family to come visit the school. Grim asks you a favor to walk around the bazaar with him and your friends while waiting for the evening.

Everything is delightful! The food, the atmosphere, even the party that will be held this evening. When Leona joins you with the others later on, things will get more fun for you. It was a pleasant event, not until a terrible incident comes.

The flickering disco ball shines brightly, emitting an energy to keep everyone dancing under it until daybreak. The sound of the music echoes through the hall loudly, which made the voices of people talking obscured by the sound of music.

A familiar tall beastman lion figure stands in the corner of the hall, crossing both his arms, a bored expression plastered on his face, its expression flies away until you come to greet him. You swear you could’ve seen a tiny smile on the corner of his lips.

After a brief chat with him, you offer him to have a drink (soda, it’s probably soda, since it's a school event), and he agrees to have one with you. However, you can see it going further away from the source of the music.

Perhaps the loud music disturbs him, especially when he has very sensitive lion ears. On the other hand, the suspiciously tall figure on the drink place helps you to prepare your drinks. Of all the people you have met up until now, this person has the strangest yet most dangerous aura.

Inevitably you have to keep an eye on them, all their movements and facial expressions, unfortunately they seem very professional at hiding things so you don't find anything suspicious.

You snap out of it and come back to reality as soon as they give you your drinks. Before you walk away, you thank the person and head straight back to Leona. He's leaning against the wall and huffs when you get back.

“Took you long enough, herbivore.”

His hand reaches one of the cups and drinks it immediately. If there's anything fishy in it, he won’t drink it right away and he’ll tell you to not drink it as well. So, you can say that maybe you were too quick to judge the weirdo, or maybe you didn't.

A loud thud could be heard after his huge body falls and hit the ground, it makes all around you and half of the people stare at you and him. His drink spills from his cup which fell beside his motionless body.

When you try to reach him, you try to seek help. Thank goodness your friends move faster and call for a teacher. You kneel down, your hands reaching for his motionless body.

A loud commotion broke out so suddenly and several teachers came to check on him and took him to the medical room as quickly as possible. However, the teachers restrict the students from entering for a while, because they need to check up on him and the drinks he drank earlier.

There’s no way the headmaster could let it slide easily like that, because Leona is a prince and it’ll cause a huge diplomatic problem with his country. Your friends and a teacher try to tell you that everything will be solved in a mean time, all you have to do right now is to tell the teachers about the chronology of events.

Will they believe your story? As your close friends, they do believe you won’t harm your own lover or boyfriend, up until now you haven’t shown any harm and dangerous treatments towards them and him.

Anxiety fills you completely. Even when the teachers tell you to wait for the results of the investigation, a gossip or a rumor is something that you couldn’t avoid. Many eyes are staring deeply at you, as if they don't trust you anymore and are suspicious of you.

You could understand what they’re saying from those around you, either by their voices or from the shapes of their mouths when they speak. Truth to be told, the day after tomorrow a lot of students blame on you for being reckless. Is that even reckless?

Day by day, it gets worse than before. They continue to blame you, although the investigation is still ongoing. Grim and the others know that you didn’t do it. Yet, the other students don’t give a crap about what you, Grim, and your close friends say.

“Oh, it’s the assassin.”

“How could they show up their face to school even after yesterday’s incident?”

“Who would’ve thought that the magicless perfect is an assassin?”

“Huh, they’re pretending to be innocent, disgusting.”

“Hey, perfect, stop being innocent and tell the teachers you did it!”

You swear you feel worse than before, you can’t help yourself but to step away from the crowd and burst into tears. How could they say something like that when they don’t know about the truth?

Worst of all, the false rumor reaches Crowley’s ears and makes him doubt you. The headmaster didn’t believe it the first day he achieved the false rumor, yet now he’s doubting about the whole investigations and you.

On a certain day while you’re sitting by Leona's bedside, the headmaster requests your presence in his office for an important talk about the investigation. All you could do is to hope that you receive news where the investigation is complete.

As you enter the office, you could see how serious his face is and he proceeds to stand up from his chair to approach you. You gulp before he opens his mouth to start the conversation.

“Perfect, it seems like you must leave NRC,” he crosses his arms.

Your eyes are wide open after he said those words. You must leave the school? Are your evidences not strong enough? It must be a joke, right? After all, this is Crowley, you know very well that he-

“I’m afraid the rumor of you as the real culprit is spreading throughout and Mr. Kinghscholar’s kingdom, it affecting our school’s reputation. Afterglow Savannah won't sit idly by when they hear a single magicless student tried to poison their second prince.”

You couldn’t even swallow, not even once. Every word, every sentence, you try to digest one by one. It feels like your nightmare has come true, yes, getting kicked out of the NRC. However, the reason why you get kicked out is stupid, dumb. How could a headmaster believe in such a nonsense rumor?

“It may look like I committed a grave crime, forcing my own student to leave the school. Prefect, I know I was very reckless doing this to a magicless student. But I want you to understand that this is for the safety of the other students, teachers, and our school. I hope you could understand what I mean, prefect.”

How can you even understand this conversation? The investigation is still going on, they haven’t found out who the real culprit is, but a stupid rumor about you being the real culprit all the time and trying to poison your own boyfriend, you even get kicked out by the headmaster himself just because of this stupid rumor is insane, confusing, and nonsensical.

Of course, you can’t let this happen! What kind of a headmaster believes in such a dumb rumor, expels out his own student because of the rumor, and doesn’t even finish the investigation first? You knew from the very beginning that Crowley isn’t responsible for literally everything in NRC.

A huge debate has started when you go against his decision, a teacher like Crewel actually disagrees with Crowley’s rash decision. Unfortunately, Crewel couldn’t oppose the current headmaster’s decision, and so, Crowley gets you out of his office and wants you to leave the school as soon as possible.

You can’t even understand your own feelings, there’s sorrow, there’s pure red rage, everything is messed up. Your feeling, your thoughts, everything. The pleasant peaceful life in NRC was never an option in the first place.

Grim tries to hold you back from packing your things, he’s crying, not wanting to let you go. You friends are trying the same thing as Grim, the headmaster tells them that you must leave as soon as possible.

On the other hand, Leona tries to open his eyes and blinks a few times, what on earth is going on? His ears could seriously hear a loud commotion from outside the room, his face turns to catch a sudden gasp of the doctor who’s walking past his bed and seeing him regained consciousness.

Strange, usually you greet him every time he wakes up from his slumber. The only way to find out what’s happening is ask the doctor. Leona couldn’t believe the story that the doctor told him, you? They’re blaming over YOU? And that stupid headmaster believes the dumb rumor? AND KICK YOU OUT? Oh, dear, he won't sit around.

“Where are they right now?” Leona jumps out from the bed to run to you.

“Mr. Kingscholar! You still need to rest! I’m sorry but I don’t know where are they right now, but you could ask the other stu- Mr. Kingscholar!! Where are you going?! Come back to bed!!” The doctor tries to get him back to bed, sadly he runs too fast.

Hall after aisle, many students stare at him and whisper about him and you. Before he could ask your friends, he hears Grim is crying and running towards you, so he follows Grim and sees you holding a huge bag near the school’s gate with your face to the ground.

“Herbi- S/O!!” He runs to you and hugs you tightly, as if this would be the last day, where he could hold you this close.

Your cheeks become wet from the tears that suddenly flow from your eyes. Is this a dream? It can’t be, but it’s possible. From behind him, Crowley coughs and interrupts the two of you. Oh, Leona loses his temper at that point and then and almost attack Crowley.

“What is the meaning of this, Crowley?! Why are you kicking out them?!” Leona growls at him and moves you behind him, he tries to protect you from the stupid crow.

“Mr. Kingscholar, you should be in bed to rest, your body needs time to recovery from the poison. It appears you do know about the rumor, it affected our-“

“School’s reputation? That’s bullshit!!” Leona stares at Crowley, it’s an intense gaze.

Leona is ready to attack the headmaster, several teachers are watching over them, even though it’s an empty conversation, all they do is just staring at each other intensely. Feeling impatient because of the silence, Leona starts to open his mouth and tells the truth.

It’s a detailed and honest chronology, of course he wouldn't lie about it. He tells them the truth behind the poisoning, even the one who gave the drink to you and him. Knowing that Crowley almost makes a huge mistake, which’s expelling you out from the school, his expression changes drastically.

The others start to whisper to each other, doubting about Leona’s story. After a few minutes of arguing with each other, Crowley decides not to kick you out and ask you to stay again in NRC. This surprises you as well as pleases you.

Incredibly, the principal changed his mind as soon as Leona told the whole story and provided him with other evidence to prove your innocence in this incident. Leona swears that if Crowley seriously does this again in the future, he won’t hold back from punching him in the face.

Once again, Leona hugs you tightly, not tight enough to crush you. Oh, how grateful you and him are for having each other, especially you. He saved you once more, it feels like you’re indebt with him, with your own boyfriend.

His thumb wipes your tears from your wet cheeks, his face inches from yours. Worry, anger, sorrow written over on his face and eyes, you can feel how worried and angry he is that you are being blamed by them, because of him.

“Hey…” His voice turns soft, comforting you from all that had happened.

Well, the headmaster apologizes to you, but do you forgive him? Leona doesn’t forgive him, no, he won’t. That crow doesn’t deserve it, especially after blaming you and nearly kicking you out of the NRC. Next time, Leona will make sure no one can do this to you again, not to his precious herbivore.

I DO NOT OWN TWISTED WONDERLAND & DO NOT REPOST MY WORKS.

[koulakoukoula2003]

JFC thank you @syrma-sensei for this delicious ask 🥵🥵🥵 AND IM SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG

Daddy's Good Girl (Erwin x Reader)

Pairing: Erwin x Reader, Erwin x Y/n, Erwin x OC, Erwin x You

Trigger Warnings: MDNI, Rough Sex, Explicit Sexual Content, Dom/sub dynamics, Daddy Kink, Size Kink, Oral f & m receiving, Praise Kink, Multiple Positions, Overstimulation, Mention of Prostitution, Slightly Toxic Relationship, Possessive Behaviour

Taglist: @macyomoiji @antoxsmith @hopeless-daydream3r @syrma-sensei

Erwin peeked down at the expensive watch wrapped around his wrist. He was disappointed in you. You were supposed to be home at this hour. You were supposed to be there, spread out and ready for him because today had been such a shitty day, and what better way than to spend the night taking his frustrations out on you?

You'd never complain. You were his spoiled little princess after all. Broke and left with no one when he found you, selling yourself out in the streets, but you were such a pretty thing, he took you in. He spoiled you. He looked after you and provided you with everything you needed, and is this how you show your gratitude? Being late when he most needed you?

With a sigh, you walked into the silent apartment. There was darkness, so you sighed in relief realising that he hadn't returned back from work. Your daddy had been working so hard, a CEO of one of the most powerful companies based in New York. How the hell did you end up so lucky?

He was doing everything for you and all you had to do was look pretty and be there to suck his cock, and visit him during his work hours to ride his dick before every stressful meeting. But none of these felt quite enough to thank him for everything he'd done for you, saving you from the clutches of a cruel society.

"You're late,"

A gruff familiar voice came from the large man seated on the couch and you shook in place. You let out a gasp, your shoulders stiffened. He was sitting on the expensive couch. The large windows behind him and the city streetlights were the only source of light in the room. And then, there were those bright blue eyes, the only thing you could make out of his in the dark.

Your daddy was perfect. He looked like a god beneath those clothes, and was always a gentleman and well-groomed and possessed amazing manners. He was certainly far superior to you and you didn't mind it one bit. You were born and raised in the slums and before you knew it, you were his queen, sitting on his lap whilst he sat on his throne made of money.

It was no coincidence that he had made so much money at such a young age. No, you knew his secrets of drug trafficking from Cuba to millions of other places to the world. Your daddy was not a particularly good man, but no one ever figured him out. No one ever noticed what he did, no matter how illegal it was, and if word went out, everybody who knew would be wiped out before they even had the time to process the information. Daddy had his loyal dogs everywhere.

But nobody knew anything about that. To the world, he was a successful businessman that everybody looked up to.

You bit your lip. "I- I was out with the girls..."

"I don't remember you ever asking for permission for a night out, did you?"

You wrapped your arms behind your back and looked down, all shyly and guilty. You wanted to surprise him. You didn't want to tell him that you had started doing something, exclusively for him. But his mind traveled everywhere. Was somebody out there, fucking with what was his? Were you being a slut for someone else? Was that why you were late? If so, he'd make sure to punish you thoroughly. Stupid baby, had you not yet understood your place? He always loved how you'd cry for him - just for him.

Erwin curled his fingers motioning you to approach him, and you did hesitantly. You were lying to him, he could tell. He could always tell, he knew his little babygirl better than anybody. He patted his lap and you settled right there, straddling his large thighs and his hands reached for that pretty little skirt you were wearing. Huge palms slipped beneath the fabric, stroking your wonderful skin with long, thick fingers.

"You're lying, babygirl," He stated the obvious and looked up at you with predatory eyes. All he wanted from you was the name of the man you were screwing him with. The rest, his men would take care of. "What were you really doing, hmm?" He cupped you pussy beneath his warm palm and you whined. "Choose your next words carefully, little girl,"

"I- I- I started pole dancing lessons!"

Frankly, he did not expect to hear that. He expected anything. Anything to be his reason to be angry at you, and punish you, and maybe tie you down on his bed and fuck you till you're crying.

Your cheeks grew a bright red and you looked away from him biting your lip. "I- I wanted to thank you somehow... f- for taking me in, a- and I wanted to please daddy's eyes,"

You were adorable, weren't you? Of course, he knew that. Erwin was a man who could tell everything about someone just by looking at them. But he couldn't believe you had almost fooled him for a second.

"Well, since you've been putting so much effort, why don't you show daddy what you have learned so far, hmm?"

You nearly squealed in excitement as you jumped off his lap and hurried over to roll the pole you had bought so you practice at home. And you were a wonder to look at as you skillfully twisted your body around the pole and lifted your small self on the pole. And you had done all of this just for him.

You let out a yelp when he caught you off the pole and settled you on his shoulder. You giggled. Head dangling on his back as he carried you to bed and put you down. You parted your legs for him to settled between right away and his mouth was on your own before you knew it.

He kissed you hard. His hand found your hair, fisting them, pulling your head back so that your neck was exposed to him. He suckled and licked and bit your sweet skin and you hissed at a rough bite that was going to be showing for days. You didn't care, you'd let him do whatever he wanted.

He stripped you off your clothes and settled between your legs. He slipped your panties off and buried his face in your pussy. You gasped. Your body arched on the bed and your hands foud his hair as he ravaged your clit with his lips, his tongue. He stuck a finger into your slick hole and you let out a soft whimper, your hole clenching around his finger but he added another one, stretching you open, preparing you for his cock.

He always made sure his pretty little girl was all wet and stretched and ready for him before fucking you. You wouldn't want him to fuck you without any prep would you? He'd only do that when you're being a brat. You always look so beautiful when you cry <3

You gasped when he started curling his fingers over your g spot over and over whilst he suckled on your clit. Your fingers fisted in his hair and your thighs trembled around his head.

"D- Daddy, I'mma cum, please, let me cum, daddy..." You whimpered.

"Be a good girl and cum on daddy's tongue," He groaned against your cunt and it was all you needed. Being such a good girl and asking for permission.

You came hard with a scream and he lapped at your juices, fingerfucking you till you were trying to shove him away. You let out another cry from the overstimulation and he finally took pity on you and stopped abusing your hole with his fingers.

He caught your body and shoved you down the bed. You crashed on the floor with your bum, his crotch to your face, and you licked your lips as he quickly undid his belt and pulled down his pants. His cock whipped to your face and you took him in your mouth right away. You licked the salty precum off the tip of his hard cock and tried shoving him down your throat but you ended up gagging instead.

"Aw, little girl can't take daddy's cock?" He caught your hair in his large hands. "Let daddy help you, sweetheart,"

Erwin thrust his cock all the way down your throat, choking you and making tears form in your eyes, but he loved watching you like this. So cute and helpless and taking his cock till you could no longer breathe. Your throat clenched so good around his impossible length. He pulled out if you with a grunt and he pulled you back up on the bed.

He pulled your legs to your chest before thrusting his massive cock in your drenched cunt. He let out a cry at the sting if the stretch. You threw your head back and eyes shut tight as he caught your hips and started fucking you hard right away. He didn't let you adjust. He couldn't wait. He needed to fuck you. He needed to feel your pussy clenching around him so tight. He needed to cum inside you. His pretty little girl.

He had both your heart and your body, but you'd never get his heart yourself. Your daddy was heartless and he had broken your heart many times already, but here you were his pretty little doll to use, to mark and bruise and hurt.

His hand found your throat, choking you whilst he fucked you heart. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you gasped for air but you didn't mind his manhandling. A twisted part of you loved being tossed around by this man.

You came hard around him but he did not let up. He fucked you through your high. His grip on your legs leaving bruises on your skin. His thumb found your clitz rubbing hasty circlesm your throat was sore from all the screaming, but he was fucking you so good. Daddy knew your limits better than you did.

"C'mon, babygirl, cum around daddy's cock," He leaned down to suck on your breasts and bruise your skin with his teeth while his hips collided with yours. The bed creaked from how hard he was bruising your spot but you were in heaven.

You came again so hard you nearly blacked out. He grunted in your neck as your pussy clenched around him hard and he pulled out of you to watch your body tremble and shake just for him.

He flipped you to your stomach and thrust back into you. Tears ran down your cheeks and stained the pristine bedsheets. He caught a pillow, settling it beneath your tummy to lift your ass up so that he could reach your spot and your eyes rolled back when he began thrusting again.

He took you rough again, ravaging your insides whilst he dug his fingers in your hips, your skin. He caught your hair and lifted you off the mattress, pressing your back against his chest as he held you against his massive body. His cock reaching parts you never thought possible.

He bit down on the crook of your shoulder and his fingers wrapped around your throat, pressing your head back on his shoulder.

"Are you going to cum again for daddy?" Erwin nibbled on your earlobe and you shivered. His other thumb found your clit and began rubbing till your back arched and you came again. A scream erupted from your throat and he came inside you. His warm load filled you all the way and you nearly passed out.

He pressed kisses on your lips, your neck, your forehead. "Such a good girl. You took it so well. Let me clean you up, and then we'll take you to bed, hmm?"

All you could do is nod dumbly and slip into sweet unconsciousness.

[notnctu]

happenstance | n.yt

━ in part of beginnings collaboration

❀ nakamoto yuta x fem!reader ❀ genre - fluff ❀ details - slight soulmate!au, strangers to lovers!au ❀ wc - 3.6k ❀ warnings - suggestive language ❀ synopsis - nakamoto yuta has appeared in your life on multiple separate occasions, is this a sign of fate or simple happenstance? you were never one to believe in soulmates or happy endings, but you may have stumbled upon your own fairytale with several happy beginnings.

“do you believe in fate?”

❀ a/n - here is my last fic for whoever knows how long. i will be closing this blog tonight at 11:59pm and it will be officially closed once i post my closing post. please look forward to author xuxi’s story tonight as well! it was truly a pleasure for me to write for you all and im so entirely happy that this piece made it part of our masterlist. this is my ode to writing. like i have been saying, along with the theme of beginnings, i hope we begin another chapter in our lives happily and excitedly. thank you loves! ♡ joyce

Was it a complete coincidence or fate? The silver haired boy peeks between the tall shelves of the school library. His sharp, yet docile eyes peer over at you with no true interest. His lean stature leans against the coffee shop counter comfortably. Nevertheless, seeing his familiar face so often is grounds for curiosity, right?

The first encounter with him was rather ominous. You had been working on a project during the late hours of the night, struggling to figure out how to word vomit the last three pages of your essay. It was autumn, where the evenings come quicker and the orange leaves scatter the campus like artwork. It was also one of the hardest seasons to adjust during school, where assignments seem absolutely endless before the winter holidays.

It was just you there in the corridors, your table being messy from all your notes and empty cups of coffee. You had been alone for hours, or so you had thought. Throughout all your concentration, the sound of falling books broke you from your blinding screen. Slowly, you turned around to examine the empty library, not a single human in sight. 

When you had settled back in your seat, an object rolled and hit the leg of your table. A can of coffee with a post it note patiently waited for you to pick it up. 

Goodluck Nakamoto

It was unclear if the message was addressed to Nakamoto or if it was signed by him. Nonetheless, you placed it on your desk and hoped the owner would stop by to retrieve it soon. If not, it was going to be your source of good luck for the night. And it did, whoever it belonged to never showed up that night to reclaim it. 

However, that name stuck around for longer than you were aware. Although you didn’t give the mysterious coffee another thought, it wasn’t the last time you’d hear that name. Coffee became a big part of your mid-years in college, to the point where you’d get up early just to get your regular dose of delicious caffeine. 

It was slightly odd; there were two coffee shops you bounced between depending on your mood that specific day. One was on campus and usually much more crowded with impatient college students and a louder buzz. The other was a short walk away around a quiet corner, with much more trendy decor and comfortable seating to bask in your main character coffee shop moments. 

Both shops you have accidentally grabbed someone else’s drink, but both times you never realized until after you finished and tossed the cup. The name written Nakamoto or initials Y.N scribbled on the side in permanent black ink didn’t ever phase you. 

Though you have never questioned the name, you did always seem to see a young man waiting for coffee around the same time as you or wandering the halls in the library. His silver hair was eye-catchingly significant, he wasn’t ever hard to miss. You’d recognize those striking locks anywhere, right?

Wrong. A night out on Halloween was enough proof that you weren’t able to pinpoint the silver hair boy from anywhere. Whichever one of your friends believed that a masquerade party was a fantastic idea was clearly too drunk to care at the end of it all. You don’t meet strangers faceless and you weren’t going to find your love at first sight here.

It was a rough night; while your friends paraded around the crowded living room with large amounts of alcohol swishing in their stomachs, you found a place away from the center crowd chaos. However, this made you vulnerable as you stood alone with no friends, no one else by your side. Oddly enough, you being alone seemed like an invitation for unwanted strangers to come with bad intentions. 

Your friends were nowhere to be found, lost in a heavy crowd of masked individuals. You really thought you were screwed as a hunky man approached with a wicked smile on his face. He asked you if you wanted company --- you didn’t. He asked if you wanted a drink --- you didn’t. You wished for him to leave you alone --- he didn’t. 

All until someone came to your rescue. A brown-haired boy with a full face mask and piercings that lined his ears swooped in front of you, creating a barrier between you and the unwanted stranger. 

“Is this man bothering you?” The sudden boy questioned, his eyes were fierce and friendly all at the same time. His mask stood out amongst all the generic ones, the black dazzling gems lined along the outer perimeter and the decorative black ink drew dancing swirls in the white space. 

Your small nod confirmed your uneasiness, the boy to the rescue sized up the other man. “It’s funny how you think you have a chance with someone as beautiful as her.” His shift in attitude felt so natural, as his sharp eyes turned threatening and the tone in his voice lowered several octaves.

“And who the hell are you?” 

The strange hero stands with his chest puffed out, though he may be an average height. His aura colored him in the strongest colors and a feeling that was secure, confident, safe. His fingers found yours in the heat of the moment, index finger wrapped around your own and then completely. Your hands held each other in the darkness, the energy that surged through your veins was electrifying. Incredibly enthralling. 

It’s as if his hand was made to fit your own. Nonetheless, you blinked down at your intertwined hands and wondered why it felt so beautiful to be holding this random stranger’s hand. 

“Not important. What is important is the fact that she is my girlfriend, and we’d both like for you to leave us the fuck alone.” His words were so polite, yet scary all at once. You can’t fathom ever knowing a person with such an ambiance.

Girlfriend. The way the word rolled from his lips shocked you, how was it so easy? 

Without another word or protest, the bulky man walked off with eyes rolled to the ceiling. The brown haired boy turned to face you, hand dropped from yours immediately. You were brought back to reality as you stared back at the masked man. You couldn’t see it, but something inside of you knew that he was smiling back at you. And you didn’t know it yet, but it was the most beautiful smile shining back at you. 

“Thank you.” These two words were not enough to display how sincere you felt for his help.

“No need for that. Let me introduce myself.” He cleared his throat, “I’m--”

“Hey!” Another stranger interrupted, a hand placed on the boy’s shoulder. “We were looking all over for you. Come on, we’re going to head to another party. Too many creeps.” 

He laughed, “tell me about it. Stay safe out here.” He patted your shoulder and just like that, the masked boy walked out of your life without an identity. 

But you dreamed about that masked boy for the rest of your days. You dreamed about him so much that he suddenly felt so familiar to you and your biggest regret was not stopping him for a name.

Yuta never thought twice about the disappearances of his coffees, mistaken orders happen more often than not. Passing strangers come and go through people’s lives until they are no longer strangers. And, if he didn’t pay close enough attention, he probably wouldn’t have even thought twice about how there was a familiar face around him. 

However, he couldn’t ignore your presence. It’s something about how you enter the room, the coffee shop bell rings at the sound of an entrance and despite all the times he doesn't look up, the one time he does, you enter through the glass door. Every time. 

Or how he’d walk in different aisles of the library, and there you are sitting at a table on the same side. 

The night of the masquerade party, he swore, holding that stranger’s hand felt like something unreal. In his head, he even wondered what the chances were that it was you. Although this man was never one to believe in soulmates, the mysterious occurrences did have him questioning the thought of it. 

“I don’t understand, you are such a catch. Nakamoto Yuta, the soccer star.” His friend lightly elbows him in the ribs. They pass the ball between their legs across the large green field. If there was one place on campus where Yuta could be found, it would be this place. His serenity.

“Just because you got into a relationship, doesn’t give you the right to start discussing mine.” Yuta chuckles, kicking the ball into the net goal with his strength.

“It has me just wondering. Dude, you’re actually cool and good looking.” His friend huffs, catching his breath from running around.

“I haven’t met anyone that I want to potentially get into something with.” Yuta falls to the ground, the sky above him and the sun shining so bright. The clouds float gently, such a nice day today. 

“You know what, my girlfriend has a friend that I think you’d get along with.” His friend joins by his side on the grass, “I only met her once, but she seems nice.” 

“What else is she like?” Slightly intrigued, Yuta props up on his elbows.

“It’s hard to explain, but it could be some potential soulmate shit.” They both burst into laughter, completely clueless at the implications of that sentence. “I can set you two up.” 

“I mean, it’s not the worst idea.” Yuta jokes, but his friend is already dialing his girlfriend’s number. She picks up almost immediately, cooing with a cringey nickname before abruptly stopping upon hearing Yuta’s company.

“Do you remember the friend that you wanted to set up with Yuta?” Yuta narrows his eyes at his friend, this was already premeditated. 

His friend looks sheepishly at him, rubbing the back of his neck out of habit. “Do you think we’d get along well?” Yuta asks into the receiver, picking at the grass. 

“More than well.” His girlfriend replies. And before he knows it, Yuta hears a whole ear full about his potential soulmate. Under the beating afternoon sun, on the fresh cut grass, Yuta lays under the blue skies listening to every attribute about a person he has yet to know and daydreaming scenarios of what could be. 

Yuta knows everything about you --- from your height down to what your comfort shoes are, from what makes you smile to what makes you cry. Given that your friend overshares well more than even needed, Yuta genuinely believes that you sound perfect. It’s almost too good to be true, how well you two would get along. He juggles with the fact that his friend could be overexaggerating or compensating, Yuta doesn’t even have a face or name to connect who you are. 

And it seems rather rash… to be in love with someone you’ve never actually met. 

If only you didn’t stay up all night trying to help your friend study for her math exam, you wouldn’t be running across the large soccer field to make it to your class on time. Sleeping over may not have been the worst mistake, if anything, her apartment is right around campus. However, the quickest way to the East side of lecture halls is through the massive grassy soccer field. 

Having to take a completely different route than usual, you’re unsure of which diverging path onto campus ground is the best way. The grass is freshly cut, the smell pinching at your nose from the fresh morning dew. There are only a few individuals out on the field, but surely they are watching you and possibly thinking how crazy you look running across the giant course. 

Your bag strap is slipping from your shoulders, and you can barely hold onto your books in your arms. The thought of whether your bag is zipped all the way doesn’t even cross your mind, as you’re out of breath from the urgency.

Yuta enjoys practicing his kicks early in the morning, usually the field is less crowded and there is not much distraction that takes place. The air is nice and cool, morning dew wets his cleats slightly. He drops his bag on the bench, rolling the ball in his hands as he steps onto the grass.

It’s empty for the most part, all he sees is a person running for their life with books slipping from their hands. He doesn’t pay them much mind, knowing that they’re probably trying to make it to their morning class. They are far enough where he can’t be bothered.

He sets the ball on the ground, stretching out his limbs before the rigorous exercise. Suddenly, a voice calls out. “Hey!” Yuta stops to look around.

“Do you know which path leads straight to the social science lecture hall?” You’re panting at this point, but there is no time for you to stop and be shy about asking for directions. You’re still running as fast as you can, but you hope the random boy answers before you pass him too far.

Yuta stares quizzically at your moving figure, barely able to make out anything besides your clothing. “The right one, continue straight through the stop sign and make a left. It should be the front doors.” He yells back, knowing that he takes that route practically every afternoon after his morning kicks. 

“Thank you!” You wave back with your free arm, picking up the pace toward the right side of the opening. But you don’t notice the sudden object that falls from your jacket pocket, landing in the midst of the grass. 

Yuta notes the quick drop of color, “you dropped something!” however, your body moves farther and farther away, growing smaller in the horizon. He takes the initiative to hurry over to grab it, he can just catch up to you and return it. 

As he makes it to the spot, it causes him to blink twice. A coffee can lays in the grass with a post it note stuck right over the label. 

Goodluck Nakamoto

Picking it up, the paper is very tattered at this point and wrinkled up that it barely sticks on the metal. Nonetheless, Yuta recognizes the handwriting and reading his surname causes inexplicable slight panic in his system. Although the coffee is a whole different can, the scribbling of his name is original and familiar. He isn’t fully able to comprehend how a random stranger has the note that his best friend wrote to him before leaving for college.

He holds onto it, unsure if he should return it to the stranger that dropped it as it was originally his. Dropping it into his own bag, he is beyond puzzled by the thought that the lost coffee can and note managed to find its way back to him.

You’re rummaging your bag after finally settling in the back of the lecture hall. Lucky for you, your friend saved you a spot so you didn’t have to fight someone to move their possessions off of a seat.

“Are you free for dinner tomorrow? There’s someone I’d like you to meet.” Your friend whispers, but you’re lost at the bottom of your bag.

“Fuck,” you curse softly. Your hands push items around to see if it may have been there. “I dropped my coffee.”

“Just get a new one.” Your friend rolls her eyes, not understanding the massive defeat in your face when you place your bag on the floor next to your chair. “I’m sure they sell the one you like at the vendors.”

“I can get a new coffee, I’m upset because it had my lucky note on it.” Your shoulders slump forward, already awaiting the complete dread of misfortune coming your way.

“You mean that crumpled up thing you have in your pocket all the time? Who is it even from?”

You wave off your friend, “not important. It just found me on the night I was dying over a half-assed paper that I thought I was going to completely fail, but… I passed it.. With full marks and excellent feedback. Then, I forgot about the note in my bag and found it again stuck onto one of my notebooks as I took it out for a midterm exam.” 

“Don’t say it.” Your friend blinks at you with utter confusion.

“I passed with the highest score in the class.” The reaction from your friend is priceless, but also underwhelming.

“Okay, but how does that piece of paper have magical properties like that?” 

You shrug, not being one to really question how the universe works its own magic in everyone’s lives. “It’s just a good luck charm, now I lost it. I’m going to literally be so unlucky for the rest of my life.”

“Well, I’ll get you something and have it blessed by me.” Your friend pats your back lovingly to comfort you, even though losing that wrinkly post it note brings more devastation than expected. “I want to introduce you to someone and maybe he’ll make you feel more luck than that charm did.”

“Hold on, what? You’re setting me up on a date?” You’re taken aback by the change in conversation.

“I think you two would really get along.” Her wide smile makes your stomach churn. You have been single for the majority of your life for the reason that no one lives up to your standards for a partner. It’s actually not the first time you’ve been on dates set up by friends, but a lot of them don’t seem to know you enough to find someone you’d like.

“Are you sure?” Hesitation in your face and tone of voice does not phase your friend.

She nods, “I already know he’s the one for you.”

There is some faith in her, you have known her since the summer before college. However, you’re not so keen about how attentive she is to others as she is sometimes absent minded. A part of you believes that she is trying to set you up because she recently entered a new relationship herself, hoping to share the joy and happiness with her good friend.

“I’ll do it just for you, but I’m not expecting anything out of it.” Slumping back into your seat, you realized that half of the lecture slides have already zoomed past. Now, you have no clue what the professor is even talking about.

“Trust me.” She holds your arm, giving it a light squeeze. Although you’re still a bit reluctant, it couldn’t hurt to meet someone new. Now that you longer have your good luck charm, you hope that the date won’t go disastrous. 

Yuta stands before you, speechless and mouth slightly open.

You stand before the silver haired boy, noting the new brown color in his locks and trying to register this encounter.

Your friend made sure you were not going to miss this dinner date, pushing you out the door early. There was no face or name to look for. She gave you no direction as to whom it may be, looking for a complete stranger among crowds of others. 

When Yuta asked his friend for a name, a picture of who he should be looking for, he refused. Instead, he gave him the most generic and vague response. “You’ll know the moment you lay eyes on her.” It only caused him to groan and rush out the door, hoping that the ridiculous statement held some truth to it.

Nonetheless, you both noticed each other immediately. Yuta stood outside of the restaurant in a loose silky top and hands shoved into his jean pockets. You walked toward him in the same colors you ran out in the day before.

There was no denying that you both could feel the tension in the air. He couldn’t place it, it was not awkward. It was a heavy familiarity, like you two have met before. 

You could feel it in your gut, in the deepest part of your memory. This is not the first time you two have met. It’s almost as if these encounters scattered throughout your life up until this one moment --- where you two finally meet face to face.

Yuta can barely make out any words. The concept of soulmates does not seem too bizarre now. “I heard a lot about you.” You both are not acknowledging the fact that you have seen each other before, have wondered about one another, and have wanted to meet again. 

“Please don’t believe anything my friend told you.” Already, you’re afraid of all the nonsense she could have said to this very attractive stranger. Could it be just coincidences?

“So you’re not a beautiful potential soulmate?” Yuta chuckles a bit, your eyes growing wide at the confession. “I’m Yuta.” He extends his hand to shake.

You introduce yourself, following his handshake with a firm grip. But the moment your hands connected, it felt too familiar for you not to recognize. It fits perfectly, an energy surges through both of your veins and triggers a memory. The boy from the masquerade party.

However, you two do not notice the brief pause in conversation and the lingering grips on each other’s hands. All commotion around you two seem to come to a halt and you’re existing in each others’ presence. Yuta drops his hand first, rubbing the back of his neck out of nervousness and confusion. “Random question,..”

Blinking up at him, his eyes gleam with a sparkling shine under the yellow fluorescent lights. Your heart is in your throat at what he could ask, confused beyond any mind to process what is happening.

“Do you believe in fate?” 

You gasp slightly at the question. Something inside your soul bursts with excitement, not entirely grasping this feeling that fills your heart. 

But there is something you both could make out in the mess of emotions that present themselves, 

This is a beginning that you’ve both long anticipated.